by Unknown
Part 1
I had always been turned on by rubber boots, but I never knew that there was a whole world of rubber that I had never experienced until I was picked up by Rubber Jake. I was not having a good week. I had gone home on leave the day my ship had pulled out for a 2 month long cruise, and I was supposed to meet up with the ship in Jacksonville, FL. However, while home, I had a falling out with my family and had decided to hitchhike my way down to Jacksonville, and that is when I met Rubber Jake.
I had never hitchhiked before in my life, except the few times as a young kid my brother and I had been picked up by friends of the family and taken to where we wanted to go. So I had no idea how difficult or much fun hitchhiking could be until I attempted this trip. I had no sooner stuck out my thumb the first time, than I was picked up by this burly hunk of a man in a pick up who introduced himself as Jake (later I nicknamed him “Rubber Jake”.) He said that while was not going all the way to Jacksonville, he could at least get me about halfway there.
The first thing I noticed as soon as I climbed into Rubber Jake’s truck was the smell of well worn rubber. I had started jacking off while wearing my stepfather’s rubber boots at the age of nine, and I KNEW the distinct smell that rubber boots gave off, and so I instinctively looked down at Rubber Jake’s feet and saw that He was wearing a pair of BLACK rubber hip boots that had been pulled down.
Rubber Jake must have noticed me staring at His boots, because He asked me if I liked what I saw. Being that I was fairly new at the “gay” thing and not exactly sure what He meant, I said, “Sure!” No sooner were those words out of my mouth than Rubber Jake broke into what we call down South a “shit eating” grin. This is a grin that goes from ear to ear and then some. Instead of exploring the subject any further, Rubber Jake just drove in silence until we started to approach the point where Rubber Jake had originally intended to let me off. Apparently, Rubber Jake had decided to take me further than he had first said, and remarked that it was getting close to dark and since his farm was only about 3 miles away, Rubber Jake asked if I would like to come and spend the night.
Naturally, not being prepared to spend the night outdoors, I gladly accepted. To show Rubber Jake’s appreciate of my accepting his offer to spend the night, he reached over and gave my leg a gentle squeeze. I was so surprised by this move that I almost jumped out of the truck, but since I thought Rubber Jake was one HOT man, I decided to let nature take its course and to see where this led.
Shortly thereafter, Rubber Jake pulled up beside a fairly well maintained farm house and first thing that I noticed was that there was rubber boots hanging from the clothes line; rubber boots lined up on the back porch; and then there were rubber boots hanging on nails from the wall. Man, I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. Little did I know what I had in store for me.
I thought Rubber Jake must have had to piss pretty bad, because as soon as he stepped out of the truck, he unzipped his pants and pulled out the longest dick I had ever seen. I just stood there with My mouth open, and Rubber Jake asked if I would like a taste of it. I immediately dropped to My knees and though it had been a long time since I had sucked a dick that long, I went all the way down on it. Once Rubber Jake had lodged his cock down My throat, he let go with a HOT load of piss. Having NEVER drank piss before I started to gag, but just as my first experience sucking cock, I knew I had to either swallow or choke to death, because Rubber Jake had my head in one of those head locks where I was unable to move my head even an inch. So I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed for what seemed like hours, but in actuality it was only minutes.
When Rubber Jake had finished pissing, he proceeded to gently but firmly fuck my face until the piss was followed by a load of HOT cum fresh from the source. Man, I could NOT believe it, here I was in Rubber Heaven being made into a piss and cum slave, and I was loving it. Matter of fact, I loved it so much that I had shot multiple loads in my pants.
Rubber Jake noticing my soiled pants, ordered me to strip. I must say this was the first time that I had been ordered to do that by a man who I just met a few minutes ago, but I had NO problem following His orders. I immediately shucked off my soiled pants and underwear and handed it to Him. He then handed me a pair of well-used waders, and even though I could tell that they had been worn and cum in many times, I was turned on all the more. No sooner had I pulled the waders up to my chest than Rubber Jake took and handcuffed my hands behind my back. I was so surprised by this that I started to say something, but out of nowhere, Jake produced a gag and strapped it into place.
So to say I got a little scared at this point was an understatement, but I had long ago learned to go with the flow. So I waited to see what happened next. Rubber Jake informed me that since I had told him earlier that I was not due into Jacksonville until that weekend, and it was ONLY Monday, that He was going to use me as His slave for a couple of days, and that come Saturday, He would drive me to Jacksonville.
Wow, my mind could not quite get around the word “slave” that Rubber Jake used. That has always been my Number One fantasy to serve as a rubber slave to a Master and here my fantasy was coming true. So with that said, Rubber Jake lead me to an old shed in the back of the house and tied me down for the night. Rubber Jake told me not to worry that He often roamed around the house at night unable to sleep, so that he would be checking on me periodically. And also he showed me a device like a walkie talkie used by young mothers to monitor their babies, and said that he was always monitoring it for sounds of distress. With that done, he pulled a blindfold down over my eyes, and the last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep, was the sound of the padlock being inserted into a hasp and the padlock being snapped shut.
Part 2
After what seemed like hours, during which time I had not slept, I heard the padlock being opened and felt a warm body slide into place next to mine. Man, it felt good to be all trussed up and to have contact with someone else. Then to my surprise, I felt Rubber Jake pull down the top of the waders so that my ass was exposed, and then I felt something LONG and HARD being forced into my ass. At first, I could not figure out what it was, but then realized that Rubber Jake must be shoving a dildo into me. It seemed like it took FOREVER until with a final shove, the entire dildo was lodged in my ass.
Next I felt a strap being run up my ass crack. Followed by a similar strap being ran between my legs and then my balls and cock was forced through a restrictive cockring that was a size too small (or so it seemed). Finally, Rubber Jake ordered me to raise my hips and connected the strap in the back with the cockring by a strap that he looped around my waist.
Then I heard the distinct sound of a padlock being snapped shut. (Man, Rubber Jake LOVED to use padlocks, NOT that I am complaining. I love the feeling that comes when I KNOW that I am locked into equipment and cannot remove it on my own.) Once the harness was in place, Rubber Jake pulled the waders back up over my butt up to my chest. (Man, I LOVE the feeling of cold rubber against my skin, especially LOVE to feel it as it warms to my body temperature.)
To say I was a little scared but at the same time turned on would have been an understatement. Here I was living out one of my jack off fantasies, but at the same time, I was a little concerned that Rubber Jake might not honor His word and take me to meet my ship on Saturday, which I realized would be another jack off fantasy I had of being kidnapped and disappearing completely. However, I was NOT quite sure that Rubber Jack would be willing to do that since I would then be declared a deserter.
I was so deep in thought of these things that I failed to hear Rubber Jake order me to open my mouth. So to get my attention, Rubber Jake let fly with a warm stream of piss and aimed it expertly right at my nose and mouth. Once Rubber Jake had my attention, he ordered me to roll over, and the handcuffs were replaced by wide rubber LOCKING (of course) restraints to which chain were attached.
Then Rubber Jake ordered me to my knees. First, Rubber Jake told me that He was going to remove the blindfold, but I was NOT to open My eyes. Then, Rubber Jake pulled a skin tight latex hood over my head to which was attached a wide posture collar that kept my head held rigidly in place. Once Rubber Jake made sure these were property fitted, the hood and collar were locked into place. To finish it all off, Rubber Jake then connected the chains from my arm restraints to the collar.
After Rubber Jake inspected His work and decided that it was to His liking, He attached a leash to the collar and unsnapped the blindfold that was attached so that I got a look at myself for the first time. Then Rubber Jake ordered me to stand and look at myself in the mirror.
WOW, I could NOT believe my eyes. I was wearing a pair of skin tight black rubber chest waders along with a shiny pair of wrist restraints to which a shiny silver chain was attached that lead to a D-ring set in the front of the wide rubber posture collar that I wore around my neck. Then the sight of the form fitting hood stretched like a second skin over my head almost sent me over the edge into ecstasy. I had been transformed into a black rubber slave and I could not be happier. I happened to catch a glimpse of Rubber Jake in the mirror, and I saw that same “shit eating” grin that I had noticed when Rubber Jake had first asked me if I liked what I saw when He had picked me up.
As soon as Rubber Jake saw that I had noticed the grin, He ordered me down on all fours; reached down and snapped the blindfold back into place; and, then proceed to lead me via the leash out the door and a short distance before I heard Him attached the leash to some kind of hook. Then there was NOTHING. I was left totally alone for what seemed like hours, but in actuality probably was no more than five minutes.
What Rubber Jake did next was TOTALLY unexpected and actually took my breathe away. Suddenly, Rubber Jake trained a stream of COLD water on my rubberized body. It was so COLD that it took me a minute or so to be able to breathe and when I did, I gasped the air in. Seeing my reaction caused Rubber Jake to burst into laughter. At first, this pissed me off, but realizing the situation that I was in, I soon was laughing right along with Him.
Then Rubber Jake dropped another bombshell. He said He could not wait to see my reaction when I was FINALLY allowed to view the videotape of it. I had NO idea that Rubber Jake had been videotaping the entire episode, but in a way, I looked forward to seeing the final version of the tape. Rubber Jake must have realized that I may have a little concern about how the tape would be used, because He assured me that the tape was ONLY for personal use and would NEVER be shown to anyone but Himself and me. I would like to have told Rubber Jake that I would not mind having others see the tape. Matter of fact, I would have told Him that I would be honored if He would make the video available to others, but I was unable to say a word.
Once I had recovered from the shock of the COLD bath, Rubber Jake produced a dog dish filled with a nice healthy breakfast consisting of cereal floating in a bowlful of Rubber Jake’s piss; ordered me to raise my head; and was about to shove my face into the bowl, when Rubber Jake realized that he had forgotten to reposition the buckle to release the gag outside of the hood.
So He sat the bowl down in front of me and ordered me to raise up on my knees. I was all prepared for this to be painful, but to my surprise, I found it was very comfortable to kneel. Apparently, Rubber Jake had installed special knee pads so that kneeling was made more bearable. He then reached underneath the wide posture collar; released the zipper tap; and unzipped the hood just enough so that he could unlock and unbuckle the gag. I could tell by the way Rubber Jake conducted himself that this was NOT the first time this problem had occurred and in short order the gag was removed; the hood was rezipped and the tab tucked back under the collar; and I was ordered once again down on all fours.
Part 3
As soon as I had gotten into position, Rubber Jake shoved my face down into the dog dish by positioning his Rubber Boot on the back of My neck and then ordered me to eat. However, He did NOT remove His boot from my neck and I found it difficult NOT to drown in the piss, but I somehow managed to finish all the cereal. When He was satisfied that I had cleaned the bowl, He finally removed His boot, but ordered me to remain on all fours. He then yanked severely on the leash and I had not choice but to follow. He lead me that way for what seemed like a VERY long distance, and then the ground under my knees and hands began to slope downward. I had no idea where I was being lead, but I was NOT sure that I wanted to be lead there. However, I also knew that I had no choice.
Finally, I felt Rubber Jake stop and heard the sound of a key being inserted into a lock; the lock was then removed; and He opened a door of some kind; and then jerked roughly on the leash to get me moving once more. Once I had crossed the threshold and cleared it enough so that He could close the door, the door was closed and I heard a bolt slide into place. To say panic was starting to set in at this point was an understatement. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I was beginning to hyperventilate.
Master Jake (I had decided that He had earned that title by this point) noticed my hyperventilation and told me to calm down that He was NOT doing anything to me that I had not already told Him that I was open to. My mind raced back to the conversation that He and I had during the ride to His place the other night, and I could not figure out what He was referring to, because I had made no mention of anything except the fact that I was into rubber during that time.
MJ sensing my confusion decided it was time to allow me in on how He knew so much about me. He asked me if I remembered corresponding with a certain Master a few months back by the name of "Rubber Master." Of course I remembered that correspondence. I had jacked off over and over to the HOT and torrid letters and scenes that Rubber Master had described in His letters. Then suddenly the light bulb went on and I realized that I now was in the presence of "Rubber Master", the Fantasy Master that I had been fantasizing about for months. He told me that the last letter that I had written Him had put this plan into action and He planned to make some of the fantasy scenes described in His letters into reality.
I was a little confused though, because if memory served Me right, Rubber Master's address was located out in San Francisco NOT Out in the Boonies, Florida. MJ also explained that He used a mail forwarding service located in San Francisco to correspond with prospective slaves, because most prospective slaves disliked the idea of a Master living out in the middle of nowhere, but He already knew from my letters to Him that was one of the fantasies that I had, was to belong to a Master who lived where there were NO close neighbors and . . . Oh, shit, I now realized that there would no one to come to my aid if I was to get in over my head. However, I had sensed in the letters from Rubber Master now known to me as Master Jake that He would respect but expand my limits.
Rubber Master (as Master Jake is to be known from here on) allowed these facts to sink in and then ordered me to stand up. He then produced rubber fist mitts; buckled and then padlocked them into place. At this action, Rubber Master chuckled and remarked that He had NO idea why He was using the padlocks on them, there was NO way that I was going to remove them on My own. He also reinserted; buckled and padlocked the gag back into place saying that He did NOT want my mouth to go unused. He then reached behind me and unzipped the zipper covering my ass so that My ass was exposed. Then He backed me up and ordered me to sit.
My senses started reeling at this point, because I realized the chair that I was sitting in from one of Rubber Master's MOST intense letters. I had jacked off to that letter for months. Matter of fact, the letter had become so sticky at one point that to protect its integrity, I had to have it laminated, and it was tucked away in My locker aboard ship. Now that I was being made to sit in that very chair. About this time, my asshole came in contact with the built in butt plug and started to slowly open to allow the butt plug to violate its MOSTLY virgin interior.
Rubber Master, becoming a little impatient at my progress on sitting on the plug, placed His hands on my shoulders and shoved me down all the way on the plug. Immediately my ass started to spasm, but with Him holding me in place, there was nothing that I could do but relax my ass muscles and accept the butt plug. Then with lightning speed, He started to buckle the many straps that I KNEW from the story were attached to the chair.
By the time Rubber Master was finished, I could barely move a muscle. My head was strapped and held tight to the head rest; my arms were strapped to the arms of the chair; and my legs were attached to the chairs legs. Then He started lubing up my cock and I knew what was going to happen next. He was going to attach me to His the milking machine that would milk me over and over and over, until He decided that I had produced enough cum for His purposes.
Matter of fact, I heard Rubber Master chuckle and remark at this point that He was sure that I was well aware of what He was doing now, and He said that I was absolutely right that I WAS indeed being connected to the milking machine, but that since describing the machine in the story, He had perfected the controls on the machine so that it did NOT necessarily make the person it was attach to cum. It could be made to bring the slave to the brink of cumming over and over and over and NOT allow the slave to go over the edge. Then he laughed that blood cuddling laugh that He had so often described in His letters, and I realized that I was in for it now.
Little did I realize that adjustment to the machine was NOT the ONLY modification Rubber Master had made to the original story. For suddenly all these graphic imagines started to flash before my eyes, and to say that these imagines were turning me on would be an understatement. It was as if each imagine was tailor made to my particular fantasies, and then I realized that they were. I had written letter after letter to Rubber Master describing each and every fantasy no matter how deep and/or dark they were, and there they were being flashed before my eyes. Again I heard that LAUGH of Rubber Master as He confirmed that indeed those pictures had been taken directly out of my letters and that He had the scenes recreated and photographed just for me.
I knew that Rubber Master had no way of controlling things that happened in my life, but somehow He seemed to be able to predict that certain things would occur and take full advantage of them. I realized then that some strange twist of fate had put me on that particular road at that particular time for Rubber Master to come by and offer me the ride. Do not get me wrong I was happy that it had happened, but I was also a little bit scared about what was going to happen in the next couple of days.
As I was thinking these things, the familiar sounds of nature that I had described to be so relaxing to me began to fill the room. He must have kept all the letters that I had written Him, because the scenes that were flashing before my, the music that was playing in the background, and the milking machine that brought me to the edge but no further, but would on occasion allow me the pleasure of relief only to continue sucking even after I had cum. These things were straight out of my letters. Instead of being thrilled by these facts, I was a little apprehensive, because I could not remember how far I had told Him I wanted to be carried.
Rubber Master brought me back to reality when He said that He would be leaving me now and would not return for a couple of days. By that time, He hoped that the bucket that the milking machine was emptying my cum into was full, because if it was not, then I would have to be given the more severe treatment. This caused my blood to run cold, but I could not lose my erection because the milking machine would not allow that to happen. With that I heard the door slam shut and the deadbolt and padlock snapped shut.
Part 4
The milking machine took no time in getting the first load from me, and I breathed a sigh of relief once it was done until I realized that the milking machine was going to be relentless. No matter how short or long a time it took me to cum, it was going to continue to suck on my cock.
At about this time, I also felt the butt plug come to life. It started to slowly swell, and about the time it had reached the point where I did not think I could take it any more, it would start to shrink. This process was repeated over and over again. This coupled with the milking machine constantly working on my cock, I was at time in ecstasy and at others in agony, especially right after the machine had milked another load from my cock.
After the machine and butt plug had been assaulting their prospective parts for what seemed like hours, my mouth was suddenly filled with some form of liquid. At first rb could not place the tastes that he found in the liquid, but FINALLY he realized that one of the main ingredients was cum and another was piss. Those were two tastes that I had come to LOVE and there were no mistaking them. I also detected some other substances in the liquid but could not place them.
I was snapped out of the quest for the ingredients of the liquid that I was being fed by a sudden increase in the suction power of the milking machine and the swelling in my ass became more intense. Then I remembered from one of the scenarios that Rubber Jake had sent me in the past that He did NOT like me to lose focus of the task at hand, and that was His way of getting My attention. Man, He sure had my attention now. The milking machine was sucking so hard on My cock that I thought that it was going to suck My insides out through the milking device, and the butt plug was NOT only swelling and contracting now, it was also starting to pulsate. Also the graphic pictures showing on my visor were becoming more and more graphic. And they were starting to wander into areas that I had NOT even thought of as being sexual before. I would NEVER look at these activities the same way again. And I had a feeling that He knew that and was counting on that fact.
There were pictures of a normal looking couple watching TV one minute and the next one of the guys was being bent over and fucked. There were also one where one guy was sitting at the dinner table eating His meal while underneath the table His slave (i guess) was sucking on His cock. Another showed a guy asleep with another guy's mouth strapped and taped with His cock down his throat. Each of these scenes caused me to lose another load to the bucket, but the milking machine did not give it. As soon as one load was shot, the machine starting sucking for another one.
After what could have been the tenth time I shot or the hundredth time, I cannot say, but I lapsed into a state where I could NOT tell where fantasy ended and reality began. About this same time, I felt something or someone begin to knead and pull on My tits. At first the kneading was tender and nice, but as time went on the kneading became gentle tugging and then the tugging began an all out assault on My tits.
About this time, everything went dark and all sucking and tugging ceased. Little did I know but there had been a power failure and Rubber Jake's backup generator had also failed. So as the adage goes "the best laid plains of mice and men" proved very true on this occasion.
So I got a respite from the intense scene that was happening to me, and I slipped into a deep sleep. To say that I did not have strange dreams while I was asleep would be an understatement. I dreamed that I had been strapped into a chair and while being shown erotic photographs had been hooked up to a milking machine that was milking me like a cow. Oh, wait that was NO dream that was what was happening to me in realty. Well, I am sure that I had some strange dreams, but I could not recall them upon coming to and realizing the pulling, tugging and sucking on the various body parts had begun again in earnest. I had completely lost track of all time and had NO idea what day of the week it was nor what I was supposed to be doing.
I did not know that an entire week had passed since I had been originally locked into the room. I did not know that Rubber Jake had taken measures to insure that there was NO way that there was any way that anyone could trace My whereabouts. He had even had the fact that I was in the Navy erased from my memory. So I had no idea that I was now entering the period of time where I would be considered UA (Unauthorized Absent) from the Navy. I had no idea that Rubber Jake had pulled some strings and had my identify exchanged with a body that had recently been decomposed in the local swamp and that I had been declared legally dead.
All I knew was that I wished the infernal milking machine would stop sucking on my cock and let me rest. I vaguely remember being fed the liquid meals three times a day, and also seemed to remember on occasion, the taste of a cock being inserted into my mouth; my mouth being fucked roughly and hard; and I seemed to remember the feel of cum being shot down my throat. But I had no way of knowing if this was reality of just a part of my dream. I, however, do remember the taste of Rubber Jake's ass as He came in once or twice a day and sat down on my face and allowed me to eat His ass. Man, I loved eating His ass and I hoped that He would return and sit on my face soon.
Almost if on cue, Rubber Jake appeared in the room, but instead of coming and sitting on my face as usual, he started making some adjustments to the milking machine and immediately the machine began to suck harder and the butt plug began to swell faster and faster. Only after these things had been taken care of did Rubber Jake come over and lower His ass on to my face. Man, the smell that emanated from Rubber Jake’s rubber clad ass was like ambrosia or a very good amyl. All I had to do it take one BIG hit and I was flying.
However, Rubber Jake was in some kind of mood this time and I had no idea why. Finally after just sitting on my face without moving, Rubber Jake reached down and took one of my sore and swollen tits in either hand and gave them a HARD twist.
rubberboi, Rubber Jake began, I have had it hooked up to this milking machine for over a week now and that bucket is only about half full. To say that I am a little disappointed in its cum production would be an understatement. What Rubber Jake failed to mention was that one of the ingredients that He had included in the liquid diet I had been consuming was the substance known to every U.S. Navy sailor as “salt peter.” It has been rumored for years that the Navy puts it secretly in the food they serve onboard ship to cut down on the sailor’s urge to have sex. Of course, it did not always work, but in my case it was working wonderfully.
So now rubberboi, Rubber Jake continued, I am going to have to use the drastic measures that I spoke of when I first strapped you into that chair. Because before the week is out, I want that bucket completely full of cum. So until that task is accomplished, I am going to deny it any more of My rubber covered ass, and the videos it has been watching will be more severe and intense than before. With that Rubber Jake dismounted; gave my head a pat; and left.
Part 5
Rubber Jake was true to His word. The new videos showed a slave in very severe and rigorous bondage positions, but rubberboi (I had begun to think of myself with that name) (“rb” for short) noticed the difference in the way its body was responding almost immediately. For no sooner had the first video ended than rb felt a BIG load of cum EXPLODE from his body. (Little did rb know, but Rubber Jake had added a substance to rb’s liquid that would cause him to produce more and more cum.) rb just thought that it was from the video. But when it happened again and again and again, rb began to wonder if perhaps Rubber Master (as rb was beginning to think of Rubber Jake) (“RM for short) had doctored his liquid diet. However, rb did not care, he just loved the feeling.
So when next Rubber Master checked in on rb, He was delighted to see that the bucket was NOT only brimming full but some of it had overflowed into the overflow container. Rubber Master immediately removed the over flow container and grabbing a funnel from the wall walked over to where rb was strapped into the chair; replaced the original gag that rb was wearing with the Funnel one; and telling rb that He was giving rb a treat for a job well done, proceeded to empty the overflow container into rb’s mouth.
rb greedily swallowed the sweet cum that Rubber Master had seen fit to feed him. And all too soon, rb had swallowed it all. Once He was sure that rb had completely drained the last drops of the cum out of the funnel, RM replaced the funnel gag and decided that it was time to let rb in on what He had been up to while rb was being milked.
So without releasing rb’s bonds, RM raised rb so that rb was in an upright position for the first time in days. Then He told rb about the fact that to the rest of the world and to the Navy, rb was now considered legally dead. So that meant that rb did NOT have to worry about leaving to return to the Navy and that rb was NOW and FOREVER His slave. With this said, He turned out the lights, put on a soothing, but subliminal, tape and left.
It took a few minutes for rb’s overworked and oversexed mind to wrap itself around what RM had just revealed to him. RM had somehow had rb declared legally dead and so that he would NOT have to return to the Navy. rb was rather excited about that prospect, but once the reality and severity of the situation began to sink in, rb started to drift into a DEEP depression. However, RM had foresaw this occurring and had laced rb’s liquid NOT only with something to make rb cum a lot, He also had added something that would mellow rb’s mood out so that rb could start to wrap its mind around the fact that rb was NO longer a “free” man but was NOW and FOREVER the Property of Rubber Master.
After giving rb some time to allow the true gravity of its new life settle in, RM entered the room; straddled the prone body of rb and sat down on its face. As if by instinct, rb’s tongue greedily and hungrily shot up RM’s hole as far as it would reach and then it began giving RM’s hole one of the BEST rim jobs that it had ever had. rb’s tongue was so talented in its reaming out of RM’s hole that in no time, RM had to quickly change position and shoved His throbbing cock down rb’s throat and shot a BIG load. Even after RM’s cock had shot all of its load, rb continued to suck on it and so when RM felt the first stream of piss leave His cock, rb swallowed every last drop of it.
RM, with His load spent, walked over to the bottle that had the liquid that had been fed to rb for the entire rb was in the room and proceeded to add a sedative to it so that it would put rb into a deep sleep. For now that RM had the key ingredient (rb’s own cum, of course) necessary to seal rb into its new rubber suit, RM wanted to start the preparation for sealing the suit permanently in place.
Little did rb know that when RM had placed rb in the rubber gear days before, the gear had been coated with a Special Cream that NOT only removed the hair, but caused the roots to die. So that in essence, rb was now hairless from head to toe, and smooth skin made a much better surface for using the Special Adhesive that RM had created. He had discovered quite by mistake one night when He had jacked off and was too lazy to get up and wipe it off. So He had just let it dry. However, to His surprise the next morning, His bed sheets were glued to his skin. So putting two and two together and coming up with four, of course, He had immediately set out to discover what properties in cum caused this to happen and worked on making the bond tighter and more permanent.
After many failed attempts RM had come up with the formula and about this same time is when rb first made contact with Him. Over the months, He began to realize that rb would be the perfect candidate to try the FINAL product on. And had begun His planning on how to get rb into his web. Then when rb wrote and told Him that it was going home to South Carolina on leave and then was to go to Fort Lauderdale to meet his ship, RM almost wrote rb and invited him to stop over. However, Fate had other plans and delivered rb right into RM’s hands instead.
After rb’s blow up with his family, he had called RM and told Him that he would have to take a rain check on the invitation to stop by because he was having to hitchhike his way to Fort Lauderdale and had NO idea how long it would take him to get there. So without giving away His plan, RM had quizzed rb on the route that rb would be taking from South Carolina to Fort Lauderdale and as Fate would have it, rb would be passing right through His area. He almost found it hard to believe that things had worked out this way, but who was He to question Fate.
So having several close buddies who ran gas stations along the route that rb was taking, RM kept a watch on rb’s progress, and on the day that He picked up rb, it was not just coincidence that RM was there to pick rb up. He had planned it ahead of time. Even down to the fact that He would pick rb up close to dark so that rb would gladly accept His offer of a place to spend the night. And it had gone off like clockwork.
Part 6
At first, RM had thought of stripping the old suit off of rb and replacing it with the new one, but the more He thought about that, the less He liked the idea. So in the end, He decided to use the old suit as a under layer for the new one. That way when the old suit was coated with the Special Adhesive, it and the new suit would literally melt into each other, which would mean the end product would be that much stronger.
So with that decision made, RM went and got the bucket full of rb’s cum and the other chemicals needed to mix with the cum to create the adhesive. Since He had spent many months perfecting the formula for this adhesive, RM knew the exact proportions to use to get the strongest adhesive. His job was now made easier because the adhesive would be applied to the old suit and not to the skin. IF He had applied the adhesive directly to the skin, He would have had to give it several coats to insure that there was sufficient surface to adhere to all parts of the new suit, but since it was to be adhered to the old suit, this became a lot easier.
Once RM had come up with the formula for the adhesive, He was faced with another challenge of figuring out what features he wanted in the new suit. When He had guests over and rb was serving them, He wanted them to be able to recognize rb was humanoid, but He did not want them to be able to make out any of rb’s former features. While He had toyed with the idea of giving rb a feminine face, in the end, He had gone with a masculine look.
The hood featured plastic lenses over the eyes so that the only thing that people saw when they looked into rb’s eyes was their reflection. Then there were two tubes that would be inserted into rb’s nostrils and they would be secured to the septum piercing that He would give rb. Finally, there was the mouth. RM had early in the design process decided that He did NOT want to EVER feel rb’s teeth during sex and so He had decided that to make sure this NEVER happened, He would remove rb’s teeth and in their places, he would install thick rubber plates. However, during the actual making of the hood, He had discovered that rb’s teeth would not necessarily have to be pulled immediately, but could just be covered by the thick rubber plates. This way rb would NOT require any recovery time.
And then the main suit itself had openings over rb’s tits; had a snug fitting cock and ball sheath that allowed rb to urinate, but was thick enough that rb’s cock was always constantly stimulated and aroused; and then it had a hollow butt plug with a removable center so that rb could be douched out without removing it. And then there were black hip boots with the yellow toes attached to the suit at the hips and covered the rb from the tips of rb’s toes right up to rb’s crotch and hips. And from the way that the cock sheath was dancing around, rb’s cock must be enjoying the stimulation that it was getting. However, RM made sure that the stimulation was just enough to keep rb aroused, but NOT enough to push rb over the edge.
For now that rb was sealed in the suit that he would wear for a LONG time, rb would NOT be cumming in the normal fashion any more. The ONLY time that rb would be coming in the future was when RM inserted either His rubber sheathed cock up rb’s ass and stimulated rb’s prostate gland that way or else rb would be made to fuck a special pole that was just long enough that it would reach that Special spot inside each guy’s ass that when manipulated correctly can cause a guy to shoot without the guy touching the cock. This was to become rb’s ONLY means of getting relief. And RM would be the ONE who would decide when that would happen. And since anything that came out of rb’s cock was now collected in special bags inside the suit, RM would know if rb came without permission and rb would NOT like the resulting punishment that he would have inflicted on him.
However, RM was NOT without feelings, so as soon as rb woke up from his sedated state, the first RM did was order rb down on all fours and then RM mounted and fucked rb so hard that rb shot a BIG load which RM then proceeded to feed back to rb which rb greedily ate. Little did rb realize that while he was listening to what he thought was innocent nature tapes, there were subliminal messages being planted in his subconscious that basically reversed the normal way that the brain functions. Normally it is the conscious mind that is in control of things, but by placing subliminal messages in rb’s brain, RM had now reversed that so that rb’s subconscious mind was now the dominate or controlling part of the brain, and that is the part of the brain that is the mostly easily programmed.
To demonstrate that the subliminal messages had indeed taken effect, RM spoke the words “Speak dog” and rb immediately barked once for “Yes, SIR”. RM then patted rb on the head and rb immediately began to lick and suck on RM’s hand. This show of affection by rb got RM so turned on that in no time He had repositioned Himself with His cock in front of rb’s mouth, but rb did not make a move to lick or even touch the cock until RM spoke the words “Suck dog” and immediately rb took RM’s cock right down to the base and sucked on it like it was a lollipop. And of course RM was so turned on that He shot two or three loads down rb’s throat before He pushed rb away and said “enough” which caused rb to assume a position with its forehead on the floor and on all fours. And then to make sure that rb was well aware of its position in life now, RM left fly with a HOT load of piss to mark rb as His property and also because He loved pissing on a hot rubberized slave.
RM was impressed on how well the programming had taken effect on rb. Of course there was still lots more training to take place, but from the first results, He knew that rb would take to the training just like a duck takes to water. But now it was time to put His new rubberboi to work. So grabbing the leash and attaching it to rb’s collar, He lead rb moving on all fours out of the Shed for the first time since rb had entered it days ago.
Part 7
The first task that RM put rb to doing was scrubbing the floors in the house. He was NOT a good housekeeper and had neglected the floors way too long, and since rb would be spending most of its time on all fours crawling around on the floors, He decided that it would be a good idea to have rb give them all a good scrubbing. So He led rb cross the back yard and up the few steps into the house.
Part 1
I had always been turned on by rubber boots, but I never knew that there was a whole world of rubber that I had never experienced until I was picked up by Rubber Jake. I was not having a good week. I had gone home on leave the day my ship had pulled out for a 2 month long cruise, and I was supposed to meet up with the ship in Jacksonville, FL. However, while home, I had a falling out with my family and had decided to hitchhike my way down to Jacksonville, and that is when I met Rubber Jake.
I had never hitchhiked before in my life, except the few times as a young kid my brother and I had been picked up by friends of the family and taken to where we wanted to go. So I had no idea how difficult or much fun hitchhiking could be until I attempted this trip. I had no sooner stuck out my thumb the first time, than I was picked up by this burly hunk of a man in a pick up who introduced himself as Jake (later I nicknamed him “Rubber Jake”.) He said that while was not going all the way to Jacksonville, he could at least get me about halfway there.
The first thing I noticed as soon as I climbed into Rubber Jake’s truck was the smell of well worn rubber. I had started jacking off while wearing my stepfather’s rubber boots at the age of nine, and I KNEW the distinct smell that rubber boots gave off, and so I instinctively looked down at Rubber Jake’s feet and saw that He was wearing a pair of BLACK rubber hip boots that had been pulled down.
Rubber Jake must have noticed me staring at His boots, because He asked me if I liked what I saw. Being that I was fairly new at the “gay” thing and not exactly sure what He meant, I said, “Sure!” No sooner were those words out of my mouth than Rubber Jake broke into what we call down South a “shit eating” grin. This is a grin that goes from ear to ear and then some. Instead of exploring the subject any further, Rubber Jake just drove in silence until we started to approach the point where Rubber Jake had originally intended to let me off. Apparently, Rubber Jake had decided to take me further than he had first said, and remarked that it was getting close to dark and since his farm was only about 3 miles away, Rubber Jake asked if I would like to come and spend the night.
Naturally, not being prepared to spend the night outdoors, I gladly accepted. To show Rubber Jake’s appreciate of my accepting his offer to spend the night, he reached over and gave my leg a gentle squeeze. I was so surprised by this move that I almost jumped out of the truck, but since I thought Rubber Jake was one HOT man, I decided to let nature take its course and to see where this led.
Shortly thereafter, Rubber Jake pulled up beside a fairly well maintained farm house and first thing that I noticed was that there was rubber boots hanging from the clothes line; rubber boots lined up on the back porch; and then there were rubber boots hanging on nails from the wall. Man, I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. Little did I know what I had in store for me.
I thought Rubber Jake must have had to piss pretty bad, because as soon as he stepped out of the truck, he unzipped his pants and pulled out the longest dick I had ever seen. I just stood there with My mouth open, and Rubber Jake asked if I would like a taste of it. I immediately dropped to My knees and though it had been a long time since I had sucked a dick that long, I went all the way down on it. Once Rubber Jake had lodged his cock down My throat, he let go with a HOT load of piss. Having NEVER drank piss before I started to gag, but just as my first experience sucking cock, I knew I had to either swallow or choke to death, because Rubber Jake had my head in one of those head locks where I was unable to move my head even an inch. So I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed for what seemed like hours, but in actuality it was only minutes.
When Rubber Jake had finished pissing, he proceeded to gently but firmly fuck my face until the piss was followed by a load of HOT cum fresh from the source. Man, I could NOT believe it, here I was in Rubber Heaven being made into a piss and cum slave, and I was loving it. Matter of fact, I loved it so much that I had shot multiple loads in my pants.
Rubber Jake noticing my soiled pants, ordered me to strip. I must say this was the first time that I had been ordered to do that by a man who I just met a few minutes ago, but I had NO problem following His orders. I immediately shucked off my soiled pants and underwear and handed it to Him. He then handed me a pair of well-used waders, and even though I could tell that they had been worn and cum in many times, I was turned on all the more. No sooner had I pulled the waders up to my chest than Rubber Jake took and handcuffed my hands behind my back. I was so surprised by this that I started to say something, but out of nowhere, Jake produced a gag and strapped it into place.
So to say I got a little scared at this point was an understatement, but I had long ago learned to go with the flow. So I waited to see what happened next. Rubber Jake informed me that since I had told him earlier that I was not due into Jacksonville until that weekend, and it was ONLY Monday, that He was going to use me as His slave for a couple of days, and that come Saturday, He would drive me to Jacksonville.
Wow, my mind could not quite get around the word “slave” that Rubber Jake used. That has always been my Number One fantasy to serve as a rubber slave to a Master and here my fantasy was coming true. So with that said, Rubber Jake lead me to an old shed in the back of the house and tied me down for the night. Rubber Jake told me not to worry that He often roamed around the house at night unable to sleep, so that he would be checking on me periodically. And also he showed me a device like a walkie talkie used by young mothers to monitor their babies, and said that he was always monitoring it for sounds of distress. With that done, he pulled a blindfold down over my eyes, and the last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep, was the sound of the padlock being inserted into a hasp and the padlock being snapped shut.
Part 2
After what seemed like hours, during which time I had not slept, I heard the padlock being opened and felt a warm body slide into place next to mine. Man, it felt good to be all trussed up and to have contact with someone else. Then to my surprise, I felt Rubber Jake pull down the top of the waders so that my ass was exposed, and then I felt something LONG and HARD being forced into my ass. At first, I could not figure out what it was, but then realized that Rubber Jake must be shoving a dildo into me. It seemed like it took FOREVER until with a final shove, the entire dildo was lodged in my ass.
Next I felt a strap being run up my ass crack. Followed by a similar strap being ran between my legs and then my balls and cock was forced through a restrictive cockring that was a size too small (or so it seemed). Finally, Rubber Jake ordered me to raise my hips and connected the strap in the back with the cockring by a strap that he looped around my waist.
Then I heard the distinct sound of a padlock being snapped shut. (Man, Rubber Jake LOVED to use padlocks, NOT that I am complaining. I love the feeling that comes when I KNOW that I am locked into equipment and cannot remove it on my own.) Once the harness was in place, Rubber Jake pulled the waders back up over my butt up to my chest. (Man, I LOVE the feeling of cold rubber against my skin, especially LOVE to feel it as it warms to my body temperature.)
To say I was a little scared but at the same time turned on would have been an understatement. Here I was living out one of my jack off fantasies, but at the same time, I was a little concerned that Rubber Jake might not honor His word and take me to meet my ship on Saturday, which I realized would be another jack off fantasy I had of being kidnapped and disappearing completely. However, I was NOT quite sure that Rubber Jack would be willing to do that since I would then be declared a deserter.
I was so deep in thought of these things that I failed to hear Rubber Jake order me to open my mouth. So to get my attention, Rubber Jake let fly with a warm stream of piss and aimed it expertly right at my nose and mouth. Once Rubber Jake had my attention, he ordered me to roll over, and the handcuffs were replaced by wide rubber LOCKING (of course) restraints to which chain were attached.
Then Rubber Jake ordered me to my knees. First, Rubber Jake told me that He was going to remove the blindfold, but I was NOT to open My eyes. Then, Rubber Jake pulled a skin tight latex hood over my head to which was attached a wide posture collar that kept my head held rigidly in place. Once Rubber Jake made sure these were property fitted, the hood and collar were locked into place. To finish it all off, Rubber Jake then connected the chains from my arm restraints to the collar.
After Rubber Jake inspected His work and decided that it was to His liking, He attached a leash to the collar and unsnapped the blindfold that was attached so that I got a look at myself for the first time. Then Rubber Jake ordered me to stand and look at myself in the mirror.
WOW, I could NOT believe my eyes. I was wearing a pair of skin tight black rubber chest waders along with a shiny pair of wrist restraints to which a shiny silver chain was attached that lead to a D-ring set in the front of the wide rubber posture collar that I wore around my neck. Then the sight of the form fitting hood stretched like a second skin over my head almost sent me over the edge into ecstasy. I had been transformed into a black rubber slave and I could not be happier. I happened to catch a glimpse of Rubber Jake in the mirror, and I saw that same “shit eating” grin that I had noticed when Rubber Jake had first asked me if I liked what I saw when He had picked me up.
As soon as Rubber Jake saw that I had noticed the grin, He ordered me down on all fours; reached down and snapped the blindfold back into place; and, then proceed to lead me via the leash out the door and a short distance before I heard Him attached the leash to some kind of hook. Then there was NOTHING. I was left totally alone for what seemed like hours, but in actuality probably was no more than five minutes.
What Rubber Jake did next was TOTALLY unexpected and actually took my breathe away. Suddenly, Rubber Jake trained a stream of COLD water on my rubberized body. It was so COLD that it took me a minute or so to be able to breathe and when I did, I gasped the air in. Seeing my reaction caused Rubber Jake to burst into laughter. At first, this pissed me off, but realizing the situation that I was in, I soon was laughing right along with Him.
Then Rubber Jake dropped another bombshell. He said He could not wait to see my reaction when I was FINALLY allowed to view the videotape of it. I had NO idea that Rubber Jake had been videotaping the entire episode, but in a way, I looked forward to seeing the final version of the tape. Rubber Jake must have realized that I may have a little concern about how the tape would be used, because He assured me that the tape was ONLY for personal use and would NEVER be shown to anyone but Himself and me. I would like to have told Rubber Jake that I would not mind having others see the tape. Matter of fact, I would have told Him that I would be honored if He would make the video available to others, but I was unable to say a word.
Once I had recovered from the shock of the COLD bath, Rubber Jake produced a dog dish filled with a nice healthy breakfast consisting of cereal floating in a bowlful of Rubber Jake’s piss; ordered me to raise my head; and was about to shove my face into the bowl, when Rubber Jake realized that he had forgotten to reposition the buckle to release the gag outside of the hood.
So He sat the bowl down in front of me and ordered me to raise up on my knees. I was all prepared for this to be painful, but to my surprise, I found it was very comfortable to kneel. Apparently, Rubber Jake had installed special knee pads so that kneeling was made more bearable. He then reached underneath the wide posture collar; released the zipper tap; and unzipped the hood just enough so that he could unlock and unbuckle the gag. I could tell by the way Rubber Jake conducted himself that this was NOT the first time this problem had occurred and in short order the gag was removed; the hood was rezipped and the tab tucked back under the collar; and I was ordered once again down on all fours.
Part 3
As soon as I had gotten into position, Rubber Jake shoved my face down into the dog dish by positioning his Rubber Boot on the back of My neck and then ordered me to eat. However, He did NOT remove His boot from my neck and I found it difficult NOT to drown in the piss, but I somehow managed to finish all the cereal. When He was satisfied that I had cleaned the bowl, He finally removed His boot, but ordered me to remain on all fours. He then yanked severely on the leash and I had not choice but to follow. He lead me that way for what seemed like a VERY long distance, and then the ground under my knees and hands began to slope downward. I had no idea where I was being lead, but I was NOT sure that I wanted to be lead there. However, I also knew that I had no choice.
Finally, I felt Rubber Jake stop and heard the sound of a key being inserted into a lock; the lock was then removed; and He opened a door of some kind; and then jerked roughly on the leash to get me moving once more. Once I had crossed the threshold and cleared it enough so that He could close the door, the door was closed and I heard a bolt slide into place. To say panic was starting to set in at this point was an understatement. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I was beginning to hyperventilate.
Master Jake (I had decided that He had earned that title by this point) noticed my hyperventilation and told me to calm down that He was NOT doing anything to me that I had not already told Him that I was open to. My mind raced back to the conversation that He and I had during the ride to His place the other night, and I could not figure out what He was referring to, because I had made no mention of anything except the fact that I was into rubber during that time.
MJ sensing my confusion decided it was time to allow me in on how He knew so much about me. He asked me if I remembered corresponding with a certain Master a few months back by the name of "Rubber Master." Of course I remembered that correspondence. I had jacked off over and over to the HOT and torrid letters and scenes that Rubber Master had described in His letters. Then suddenly the light bulb went on and I realized that I now was in the presence of "Rubber Master", the Fantasy Master that I had been fantasizing about for months. He told me that the last letter that I had written Him had put this plan into action and He planned to make some of the fantasy scenes described in His letters into reality.
I was a little confused though, because if memory served Me right, Rubber Master's address was located out in San Francisco NOT Out in the Boonies, Florida. MJ also explained that He used a mail forwarding service located in San Francisco to correspond with prospective slaves, because most prospective slaves disliked the idea of a Master living out in the middle of nowhere, but He already knew from my letters to Him that was one of the fantasies that I had, was to belong to a Master who lived where there were NO close neighbors and . . . Oh, shit, I now realized that there would no one to come to my aid if I was to get in over my head. However, I had sensed in the letters from Rubber Master now known to me as Master Jake that He would respect but expand my limits.
Rubber Master (as Master Jake is to be known from here on) allowed these facts to sink in and then ordered me to stand up. He then produced rubber fist mitts; buckled and then padlocked them into place. At this action, Rubber Master chuckled and remarked that He had NO idea why He was using the padlocks on them, there was NO way that I was going to remove them on My own. He also reinserted; buckled and padlocked the gag back into place saying that He did NOT want my mouth to go unused. He then reached behind me and unzipped the zipper covering my ass so that My ass was exposed. Then He backed me up and ordered me to sit.
My senses started reeling at this point, because I realized the chair that I was sitting in from one of Rubber Master's MOST intense letters. I had jacked off to that letter for months. Matter of fact, the letter had become so sticky at one point that to protect its integrity, I had to have it laminated, and it was tucked away in My locker aboard ship. Now that I was being made to sit in that very chair. About this time, my asshole came in contact with the built in butt plug and started to slowly open to allow the butt plug to violate its MOSTLY virgin interior.
Rubber Master, becoming a little impatient at my progress on sitting on the plug, placed His hands on my shoulders and shoved me down all the way on the plug. Immediately my ass started to spasm, but with Him holding me in place, there was nothing that I could do but relax my ass muscles and accept the butt plug. Then with lightning speed, He started to buckle the many straps that I KNEW from the story were attached to the chair.
By the time Rubber Master was finished, I could barely move a muscle. My head was strapped and held tight to the head rest; my arms were strapped to the arms of the chair; and my legs were attached to the chairs legs. Then He started lubing up my cock and I knew what was going to happen next. He was going to attach me to His the milking machine that would milk me over and over and over, until He decided that I had produced enough cum for His purposes.
Matter of fact, I heard Rubber Master chuckle and remark at this point that He was sure that I was well aware of what He was doing now, and He said that I was absolutely right that I WAS indeed being connected to the milking machine, but that since describing the machine in the story, He had perfected the controls on the machine so that it did NOT necessarily make the person it was attach to cum. It could be made to bring the slave to the brink of cumming over and over and over and NOT allow the slave to go over the edge. Then he laughed that blood cuddling laugh that He had so often described in His letters, and I realized that I was in for it now.
Little did I realize that adjustment to the machine was NOT the ONLY modification Rubber Master had made to the original story. For suddenly all these graphic imagines started to flash before my eyes, and to say that these imagines were turning me on would be an understatement. It was as if each imagine was tailor made to my particular fantasies, and then I realized that they were. I had written letter after letter to Rubber Master describing each and every fantasy no matter how deep and/or dark they were, and there they were being flashed before my eyes. Again I heard that LAUGH of Rubber Master as He confirmed that indeed those pictures had been taken directly out of my letters and that He had the scenes recreated and photographed just for me.
I knew that Rubber Master had no way of controlling things that happened in my life, but somehow He seemed to be able to predict that certain things would occur and take full advantage of them. I realized then that some strange twist of fate had put me on that particular road at that particular time for Rubber Master to come by and offer me the ride. Do not get me wrong I was happy that it had happened, but I was also a little bit scared about what was going to happen in the next couple of days.
As I was thinking these things, the familiar sounds of nature that I had described to be so relaxing to me began to fill the room. He must have kept all the letters that I had written Him, because the scenes that were flashing before my, the music that was playing in the background, and the milking machine that brought me to the edge but no further, but would on occasion allow me the pleasure of relief only to continue sucking even after I had cum. These things were straight out of my letters. Instead of being thrilled by these facts, I was a little apprehensive, because I could not remember how far I had told Him I wanted to be carried.
Rubber Master brought me back to reality when He said that He would be leaving me now and would not return for a couple of days. By that time, He hoped that the bucket that the milking machine was emptying my cum into was full, because if it was not, then I would have to be given the more severe treatment. This caused my blood to run cold, but I could not lose my erection because the milking machine would not allow that to happen. With that I heard the door slam shut and the deadbolt and padlock snapped shut.
Part 4
The milking machine took no time in getting the first load from me, and I breathed a sigh of relief once it was done until I realized that the milking machine was going to be relentless. No matter how short or long a time it took me to cum, it was going to continue to suck on my cock.
At about this time, I also felt the butt plug come to life. It started to slowly swell, and about the time it had reached the point where I did not think I could take it any more, it would start to shrink. This process was repeated over and over again. This coupled with the milking machine constantly working on my cock, I was at time in ecstasy and at others in agony, especially right after the machine had milked another load from my cock.
After the machine and butt plug had been assaulting their prospective parts for what seemed like hours, my mouth was suddenly filled with some form of liquid. At first rb could not place the tastes that he found in the liquid, but FINALLY he realized that one of the main ingredients was cum and another was piss. Those were two tastes that I had come to LOVE and there were no mistaking them. I also detected some other substances in the liquid but could not place them.
I was snapped out of the quest for the ingredients of the liquid that I was being fed by a sudden increase in the suction power of the milking machine and the swelling in my ass became more intense. Then I remembered from one of the scenarios that Rubber Jake had sent me in the past that He did NOT like me to lose focus of the task at hand, and that was His way of getting My attention. Man, He sure had my attention now. The milking machine was sucking so hard on My cock that I thought that it was going to suck My insides out through the milking device, and the butt plug was NOT only swelling and contracting now, it was also starting to pulsate. Also the graphic pictures showing on my visor were becoming more and more graphic. And they were starting to wander into areas that I had NOT even thought of as being sexual before. I would NEVER look at these activities the same way again. And I had a feeling that He knew that and was counting on that fact.
There were pictures of a normal looking couple watching TV one minute and the next one of the guys was being bent over and fucked. There were also one where one guy was sitting at the dinner table eating His meal while underneath the table His slave (i guess) was sucking on His cock. Another showed a guy asleep with another guy's mouth strapped and taped with His cock down his throat. Each of these scenes caused me to lose another load to the bucket, but the milking machine did not give it. As soon as one load was shot, the machine starting sucking for another one.
After what could have been the tenth time I shot or the hundredth time, I cannot say, but I lapsed into a state where I could NOT tell where fantasy ended and reality began. About this same time, I felt something or someone begin to knead and pull on My tits. At first the kneading was tender and nice, but as time went on the kneading became gentle tugging and then the tugging began an all out assault on My tits.
About this time, everything went dark and all sucking and tugging ceased. Little did I know but there had been a power failure and Rubber Jake's backup generator had also failed. So as the adage goes "the best laid plains of mice and men" proved very true on this occasion.
So I got a respite from the intense scene that was happening to me, and I slipped into a deep sleep. To say that I did not have strange dreams while I was asleep would be an understatement. I dreamed that I had been strapped into a chair and while being shown erotic photographs had been hooked up to a milking machine that was milking me like a cow. Oh, wait that was NO dream that was what was happening to me in realty. Well, I am sure that I had some strange dreams, but I could not recall them upon coming to and realizing the pulling, tugging and sucking on the various body parts had begun again in earnest. I had completely lost track of all time and had NO idea what day of the week it was nor what I was supposed to be doing.
I did not know that an entire week had passed since I had been originally locked into the room. I did not know that Rubber Jake had taken measures to insure that there was NO way that there was any way that anyone could trace My whereabouts. He had even had the fact that I was in the Navy erased from my memory. So I had no idea that I was now entering the period of time where I would be considered UA (Unauthorized Absent) from the Navy. I had no idea that Rubber Jake had pulled some strings and had my identify exchanged with a body that had recently been decomposed in the local swamp and that I had been declared legally dead.
All I knew was that I wished the infernal milking machine would stop sucking on my cock and let me rest. I vaguely remember being fed the liquid meals three times a day, and also seemed to remember on occasion, the taste of a cock being inserted into my mouth; my mouth being fucked roughly and hard; and I seemed to remember the feel of cum being shot down my throat. But I had no way of knowing if this was reality of just a part of my dream. I, however, do remember the taste of Rubber Jake's ass as He came in once or twice a day and sat down on my face and allowed me to eat His ass. Man, I loved eating His ass and I hoped that He would return and sit on my face soon.
Almost if on cue, Rubber Jake appeared in the room, but instead of coming and sitting on my face as usual, he started making some adjustments to the milking machine and immediately the machine began to suck harder and the butt plug began to swell faster and faster. Only after these things had been taken care of did Rubber Jake come over and lower His ass on to my face. Man, the smell that emanated from Rubber Jake’s rubber clad ass was like ambrosia or a very good amyl. All I had to do it take one BIG hit and I was flying.
However, Rubber Jake was in some kind of mood this time and I had no idea why. Finally after just sitting on my face without moving, Rubber Jake reached down and took one of my sore and swollen tits in either hand and gave them a HARD twist.
rubberboi, Rubber Jake began, I have had it hooked up to this milking machine for over a week now and that bucket is only about half full. To say that I am a little disappointed in its cum production would be an understatement. What Rubber Jake failed to mention was that one of the ingredients that He had included in the liquid diet I had been consuming was the substance known to every U.S. Navy sailor as “salt peter.” It has been rumored for years that the Navy puts it secretly in the food they serve onboard ship to cut down on the sailor’s urge to have sex. Of course, it did not always work, but in my case it was working wonderfully.
So now rubberboi, Rubber Jake continued, I am going to have to use the drastic measures that I spoke of when I first strapped you into that chair. Because before the week is out, I want that bucket completely full of cum. So until that task is accomplished, I am going to deny it any more of My rubber covered ass, and the videos it has been watching will be more severe and intense than before. With that Rubber Jake dismounted; gave my head a pat; and left.
Part 5
Rubber Jake was true to His word. The new videos showed a slave in very severe and rigorous bondage positions, but rubberboi (I had begun to think of myself with that name) (“rb” for short) noticed the difference in the way its body was responding almost immediately. For no sooner had the first video ended than rb felt a BIG load of cum EXPLODE from his body. (Little did rb know, but Rubber Jake had added a substance to rb’s liquid that would cause him to produce more and more cum.) rb just thought that it was from the video. But when it happened again and again and again, rb began to wonder if perhaps Rubber Master (as rb was beginning to think of Rubber Jake) (“RM for short) had doctored his liquid diet. However, rb did not care, he just loved the feeling.
So when next Rubber Master checked in on rb, He was delighted to see that the bucket was NOT only brimming full but some of it had overflowed into the overflow container. Rubber Master immediately removed the over flow container and grabbing a funnel from the wall walked over to where rb was strapped into the chair; replaced the original gag that rb was wearing with the Funnel one; and telling rb that He was giving rb a treat for a job well done, proceeded to empty the overflow container into rb’s mouth.
rb greedily swallowed the sweet cum that Rubber Master had seen fit to feed him. And all too soon, rb had swallowed it all. Once He was sure that rb had completely drained the last drops of the cum out of the funnel, RM replaced the funnel gag and decided that it was time to let rb in on what He had been up to while rb was being milked.
So without releasing rb’s bonds, RM raised rb so that rb was in an upright position for the first time in days. Then He told rb about the fact that to the rest of the world and to the Navy, rb was now considered legally dead. So that meant that rb did NOT have to worry about leaving to return to the Navy and that rb was NOW and FOREVER His slave. With this said, He turned out the lights, put on a soothing, but subliminal, tape and left.
It took a few minutes for rb’s overworked and oversexed mind to wrap itself around what RM had just revealed to him. RM had somehow had rb declared legally dead and so that he would NOT have to return to the Navy. rb was rather excited about that prospect, but once the reality and severity of the situation began to sink in, rb started to drift into a DEEP depression. However, RM had foresaw this occurring and had laced rb’s liquid NOT only with something to make rb cum a lot, He also had added something that would mellow rb’s mood out so that rb could start to wrap its mind around the fact that rb was NO longer a “free” man but was NOW and FOREVER the Property of Rubber Master.
After giving rb some time to allow the true gravity of its new life settle in, RM entered the room; straddled the prone body of rb and sat down on its face. As if by instinct, rb’s tongue greedily and hungrily shot up RM’s hole as far as it would reach and then it began giving RM’s hole one of the BEST rim jobs that it had ever had. rb’s tongue was so talented in its reaming out of RM’s hole that in no time, RM had to quickly change position and shoved His throbbing cock down rb’s throat and shot a BIG load. Even after RM’s cock had shot all of its load, rb continued to suck on it and so when RM felt the first stream of piss leave His cock, rb swallowed every last drop of it.
RM, with His load spent, walked over to the bottle that had the liquid that had been fed to rb for the entire rb was in the room and proceeded to add a sedative to it so that it would put rb into a deep sleep. For now that RM had the key ingredient (rb’s own cum, of course) necessary to seal rb into its new rubber suit, RM wanted to start the preparation for sealing the suit permanently in place.
Little did rb know that when RM had placed rb in the rubber gear days before, the gear had been coated with a Special Cream that NOT only removed the hair, but caused the roots to die. So that in essence, rb was now hairless from head to toe, and smooth skin made a much better surface for using the Special Adhesive that RM had created. He had discovered quite by mistake one night when He had jacked off and was too lazy to get up and wipe it off. So He had just let it dry. However, to His surprise the next morning, His bed sheets were glued to his skin. So putting two and two together and coming up with four, of course, He had immediately set out to discover what properties in cum caused this to happen and worked on making the bond tighter and more permanent.
After many failed attempts RM had come up with the formula and about this same time is when rb first made contact with Him. Over the months, He began to realize that rb would be the perfect candidate to try the FINAL product on. And had begun His planning on how to get rb into his web. Then when rb wrote and told Him that it was going home to South Carolina on leave and then was to go to Fort Lauderdale to meet his ship, RM almost wrote rb and invited him to stop over. However, Fate had other plans and delivered rb right into RM’s hands instead.
After rb’s blow up with his family, he had called RM and told Him that he would have to take a rain check on the invitation to stop by because he was having to hitchhike his way to Fort Lauderdale and had NO idea how long it would take him to get there. So without giving away His plan, RM had quizzed rb on the route that rb would be taking from South Carolina to Fort Lauderdale and as Fate would have it, rb would be passing right through His area. He almost found it hard to believe that things had worked out this way, but who was He to question Fate.
So having several close buddies who ran gas stations along the route that rb was taking, RM kept a watch on rb’s progress, and on the day that He picked up rb, it was not just coincidence that RM was there to pick rb up. He had planned it ahead of time. Even down to the fact that He would pick rb up close to dark so that rb would gladly accept His offer of a place to spend the night. And it had gone off like clockwork.
Part 6
At first, RM had thought of stripping the old suit off of rb and replacing it with the new one, but the more He thought about that, the less He liked the idea. So in the end, He decided to use the old suit as a under layer for the new one. That way when the old suit was coated with the Special Adhesive, it and the new suit would literally melt into each other, which would mean the end product would be that much stronger.
So with that decision made, RM went and got the bucket full of rb’s cum and the other chemicals needed to mix with the cum to create the adhesive. Since He had spent many months perfecting the formula for this adhesive, RM knew the exact proportions to use to get the strongest adhesive. His job was now made easier because the adhesive would be applied to the old suit and not to the skin. IF He had applied the adhesive directly to the skin, He would have had to give it several coats to insure that there was sufficient surface to adhere to all parts of the new suit, but since it was to be adhered to the old suit, this became a lot easier.
Once RM had come up with the formula for the adhesive, He was faced with another challenge of figuring out what features he wanted in the new suit. When He had guests over and rb was serving them, He wanted them to be able to recognize rb was humanoid, but He did not want them to be able to make out any of rb’s former features. While He had toyed with the idea of giving rb a feminine face, in the end, He had gone with a masculine look.
The hood featured plastic lenses over the eyes so that the only thing that people saw when they looked into rb’s eyes was their reflection. Then there were two tubes that would be inserted into rb’s nostrils and they would be secured to the septum piercing that He would give rb. Finally, there was the mouth. RM had early in the design process decided that He did NOT want to EVER feel rb’s teeth during sex and so He had decided that to make sure this NEVER happened, He would remove rb’s teeth and in their places, he would install thick rubber plates. However, during the actual making of the hood, He had discovered that rb’s teeth would not necessarily have to be pulled immediately, but could just be covered by the thick rubber plates. This way rb would NOT require any recovery time.
And then the main suit itself had openings over rb’s tits; had a snug fitting cock and ball sheath that allowed rb to urinate, but was thick enough that rb’s cock was always constantly stimulated and aroused; and then it had a hollow butt plug with a removable center so that rb could be douched out without removing it. And then there were black hip boots with the yellow toes attached to the suit at the hips and covered the rb from the tips of rb’s toes right up to rb’s crotch and hips. And from the way that the cock sheath was dancing around, rb’s cock must be enjoying the stimulation that it was getting. However, RM made sure that the stimulation was just enough to keep rb aroused, but NOT enough to push rb over the edge.
For now that rb was sealed in the suit that he would wear for a LONG time, rb would NOT be cumming in the normal fashion any more. The ONLY time that rb would be coming in the future was when RM inserted either His rubber sheathed cock up rb’s ass and stimulated rb’s prostate gland that way or else rb would be made to fuck a special pole that was just long enough that it would reach that Special spot inside each guy’s ass that when manipulated correctly can cause a guy to shoot without the guy touching the cock. This was to become rb’s ONLY means of getting relief. And RM would be the ONE who would decide when that would happen. And since anything that came out of rb’s cock was now collected in special bags inside the suit, RM would know if rb came without permission and rb would NOT like the resulting punishment that he would have inflicted on him.
However, RM was NOT without feelings, so as soon as rb woke up from his sedated state, the first RM did was order rb down on all fours and then RM mounted and fucked rb so hard that rb shot a BIG load which RM then proceeded to feed back to rb which rb greedily ate. Little did rb realize that while he was listening to what he thought was innocent nature tapes, there were subliminal messages being planted in his subconscious that basically reversed the normal way that the brain functions. Normally it is the conscious mind that is in control of things, but by placing subliminal messages in rb’s brain, RM had now reversed that so that rb’s subconscious mind was now the dominate or controlling part of the brain, and that is the part of the brain that is the mostly easily programmed.
To demonstrate that the subliminal messages had indeed taken effect, RM spoke the words “Speak dog” and rb immediately barked once for “Yes, SIR”. RM then patted rb on the head and rb immediately began to lick and suck on RM’s hand. This show of affection by rb got RM so turned on that in no time He had repositioned Himself with His cock in front of rb’s mouth, but rb did not make a move to lick or even touch the cock until RM spoke the words “Suck dog” and immediately rb took RM’s cock right down to the base and sucked on it like it was a lollipop. And of course RM was so turned on that He shot two or three loads down rb’s throat before He pushed rb away and said “enough” which caused rb to assume a position with its forehead on the floor and on all fours. And then to make sure that rb was well aware of its position in life now, RM left fly with a HOT load of piss to mark rb as His property and also because He loved pissing on a hot rubberized slave.
RM was impressed on how well the programming had taken effect on rb. Of course there was still lots more training to take place, but from the first results, He knew that rb would take to the training just like a duck takes to water. But now it was time to put His new rubberboi to work. So grabbing the leash and attaching it to rb’s collar, He lead rb moving on all fours out of the Shed for the first time since rb had entered it days ago.
Part 7
The first task that RM put rb to doing was scrubbing the floors in the house. He was NOT a good housekeeper and had neglected the floors way too long, and since rb would be spending most of its time on all fours crawling around on the floors, He decided that it would be a good idea to have rb give them all a good scrubbing. So He led rb cross the back yard and up the few steps into the house.
RM indicated to rb that it was to remain on all fours by placing His booted foot on the back of its neck. This was one of the triggers (signals) that He had programmed into its subconscious while rb was watching the bondage scenes unfold. Unknown to rb, there had been subliminal messages being fired at him during the entire time it was watching those videos.
And now RM was going to test to see if those subliminal messages had been absorbed. He asked rb is he was thirsty, and rb barked once indicating that he was. Then He asked him if he had to use the bath room and he barked twice indicating that he did not. Then He said “position” and immediately its forehead went to the floor and his hands immediately took up their position in the small of its back. He had heard about this type of training really working, but this was the first time that RM had ever tried it Himself and so far he was impressed. Of course rb had been in the Shed for about two weeks and so He knew that these were still fresh in its mind. But He planned to keep these messages fresh in its mind, because every night when it was time to go to bed, rb would be strapped into his cage and once again undergo the same programming that he had just finished, just to be on the safe side.
All of this action was starting to make RM horny and so He said “suck” and immediately rb came; knelt in front of Him; and starting begging for Him to fuck his face by panting just like any ordinary dog would do when they want something REALLY bad. He wanted to resist the temptation to just drop His pants and ram His cock down its throat, but He had been so fucking horny since releasing rb this morning that He could not restrain Himself. So with one fluid motion, He dropped His pants; grabbed His cock at the root; and rammed it down its throat. This action would have gagged the BEST cocksucker, but rb had been programmed so that its throat would automatically accept any size or length of cock. He had also programmed it so that as soon as the cock was rammed all the way in that its throat muscles automatically started to contract and massage the cock from the very tip all the way to the root, and with this type of action going on, it was NOT long before RM rewarded it with its first HOT load of cum. But this would NOT be the last. it swallowed greedily as it was the first load of cum that it had ever had.
And once RM had finished shooting, He simply said “heel” and immediately rb resumed the on-all-fours position. He was amazed that rb had absorbed the programming so well, but He realized that He was subjected to the programming for as long as rb was subjected to it, He probably would have absorbed it as well. For rb had known nothing else but programming for the entire time he had spent in the Shed. When He had first considered leaving rb in there that long, He had been concerned that rb might crack under such intense programming, but instead, rb had done just the opposite, rb had absorbed it and taken it as if rb knew nothing else.
RM was curious about whether or NOT rb remembered the fact that it had been declared legally dead, and so He asked rb if he had heard of the passing of a guy by the name of “rubberboi” and rb responded by barking once. Indicating that he had heard the news. Then He asked if rb knew rubberboi, and rb barked twice saying that he did not. So rb had NO idea that in fact he was rubberboi and that He had just asked about him.
RM was well aware of the fact that in brain washing cases, that the control over the subject had to be reinforced daily or else the effects could wear off and the memories that were now hidden deep in the mind could once again resurface, because He had discovered that there was NO way to permanently erase memories. So unknown to rb, he was constantly listening to messages reinforcing its current state by listening to subliminal tapes.
Now that RM had shot His load, he decided it was time to put rb to work. So grabbing a pair of gloves and a set of knee pads to which were affixed scrubbing pads, He then affixed these to rb; poured some liquid on the floor and pulling on rb’s leash started rb walking and scrubbing the floor. Once He was satisfied that all the dirt and grime build up on the floor had been removed, He gave rb the order “Upright” and immediately rb sprang to its feet.
RM then handled rb a mop and ordered rb to mop up all the dirty water and went outside to take care of some outside chores that rb was NOT ready to tackle at this early stage of its training. In another week or so, He was sure that He could allow rb to roam anywhere on the 100 acre farm without the slightest concern of rb deciding to bolt. However, since this was the first time that rb had been outside of the Shed in two weeks, He decided NOT to put that to the test yet.
RM realizing that he had forgotten his work gloves went back in the house and was shocked to find rb getting ready to pick up the phone. He was LIVID and immediately slapped rb so hard that it knocked rb out. Having foreseen such a thing occurring, He had planned a decoy phone in the kitchen just to test to be sure rb’s training was indeed real and not faked. Apparently, his decoy phone had worked, because He had found that rb was either the BEST actor around or else that there had been some flaw in the training that He had given rb.
So this got RM to thinking back about the time that He had been recording the scripts for the Training tapes and what had been going on. Then it had occurred to Him. At one point while recording the Tapes He had been interrupted by a phone call from rb himself. And he realized that in that conversation He had mentioned the fact that rb was to call Him, but only when rb was alone. So before rb came too, He quickly picked rb up and carried him back to the Shed and strapped him back into the Chair, while He went and did a review of the Training Tape Master, and to his surprise He had somehow missed that conversation and it had ended up in the FINAL version of the tape. Also to his surprise, He discovered that He had also used the word “Upright” several times in the same conversation. So somehow when rb had internalized the command “Upright” he had also internalized the fact that when he heard that trigger, it was to pick up the phone and call Him. RM realized that He had overreacted when He saw rb picking up the decoy phone, but He had literally saw RED when He saw that. He thought that all of rb’s training had been a waste of time, and this proved that rb’s training had gone beyond any level that He could have ever imagined. rb had somehow been able to turn a simple word like “Upright” into a trigger than when he heard it, he would when he was alone, call Him. rb was turning out to be much better training subject than He could have originally imagined. So with a little editing of the Master tape, that part of rb’s training was removed and He also changed the trigger to signal rb to its feet from “Upright” to “Up”. Insuring that he had NOT some how used that in any way that rb could construe as a trigger.