Surfer's Slave (By Rubber4life - Rubberzone)
Part 1
How long had it been now? This is a constant thought that always goes through Mark's head, every day. He tried to keep count at the beginning, the same routine day in day out; in his mind it seemed easy to keep track of it all. After a while though, when he finally gave in and accepted his fate he just gave up counting. He left it somewhere around thirty four days. He was repeatedly told he "Would like it eventually" and that he would "Get used to it" but still, after so long, that has yet to happen.
Curly is finishing off the adjustments right now. Mark still doesn't know this guy's real name, he has never been told. Mark just refers to him Curly due to his hair, mousey brown with blonde highlights in very thick curls. Your everyday stereotypical surfer in Mark's point of view. He talks to Mark all the time but Mark never gets the chance to reply, he has made that mistake often in the past, but he knows better now.
Mark heard a clicking sound and a very faint humming noise, signalling a chance for him to get comfy. He will have to suffer the position he is in for a good few hours. Mark saw the transparent rubber sheet in front of him come closer and closer, after all the times this has happened to him, it still continues to be very intimidating. The sheet starts to conform to his body and force him back into the padded wall. A few seconds past and it was done, he was held by the rubber and the vacuum. The breathing tube, Mark's only outlet outside of his prison was forced back, further into his mouth and Mark adopted a steady breathing pace.
Curly came back into Mark's line of site. All he wore were a pair of baggy white shorts and it was more than obvious that he had no underwear on. Mark may not be gay but he had to admit that Curly did have a very nice body, one he wished he had. Curly began to rub Mark's groin through the sheet of rubber, and another layer. Mark's permanent uniform is a deep black neoprene wetsuit, not unlike the ones that Curly and his friends wear but with a few alterations. Firstly the zip running up the back of the suit, this lost its function long ago when Curly zipped it shut and added a large amount of glue all the way up the seam and the flaps and sealed it together. He would surely pick at it and try to tear it but the thickly padded leather mitts over his hands rarely come off, when they do it is so that Curly can cut his nails and for this he is usually tied down.
The second alteration to this standard suit is the addition of a hole near his rear; a zip had been added to this hole. This added for obvious reasons. At this moment though the zip is pulled up, concealing the very large butt plug inside Mark, which suddenly springs to life and vibrates. Mark could see Curly put the control for this back in his pocket.
The last change to this suit was a zip much like the rear one situated near his cock, another sign to Mark that this suit was made to be permanent. Curly rarely plays with Mark's cock outside its neoprene prison though. Like today, he undid the zip for Mark to go to the toilet earlier, but when Mark was done, Curly, rather than zip it up, poured half the contents of a jar of lube over Mark's groin first then zipped it up, giving his cock and balls a light tap through the wetsuit. Mark would deny it outright, but he did enjoy this on some level as it is usually the only sexual contact he gets.
Curly continued the rubbing for a while, which was now causing Mark to spasm in pleasure. Finally Curly broke the silence.
"Well Mark; guess what day it is today?" Dripping with the cocky tone Mark has come to associate with Curly. Mark could only grunt in response.
"That’s right! It’s our anniversary! It’s been one whole year now. I have the guys coming over later for the celebrations and you are going to be the star attraction."
Mark's mind did a back flip. Did he hear him right? A Year! This lunatic had kept him prisoner in this basement, used and abused him for a year! Curly continued to rub Mark but no amount of pleasure would distract him from his train of thought. He grunted angrily into the breathing tube which did effectively gag him and stop him from making a coherent sentence and began bucking wildly, as much as his current state would allow.
"Oh I guess that came as a bit of a shock." he giggled. "Ah well I guess I can't blame you for it, now be a good little toy and shut up!" Curly wiggled another control in front of Mark's face, his vision was blurred but he knew full well what it was. This was not the control for the plug in him but for something worse. It controlled the shock function that came with the thick cock ring that never came off. Attached to the base of his cock and balls with a small battery pack hidden beneath the balls and between his thighs. Mark learnt early on during his 'training' that any time he spoke when not allowed, disobeyed, tried to escape, or just for the hell of it, Curly would shock him to the highest voltage this ring allowed, something Mark, as would anyone, hoped to avoid. Mark quietened down.
"That’s better." Curly began rubbing again. "Now as I was saying the guys will be over later to celebrate our acquisition of you and it will be an all night party, so you will have your work cut out since I know a few of them have been saving themselves for a few days."
"And providing you behave we may have a special gift for you." Mark didn't believe for one second this gift was as pleasant as Curly’s tone made it sound.
Curly began rubbing really fast at this point and it wasn't long before a long groan escaped from Mark. Curly sported his cheesy grin knowing full well Mark had shot his load inside the wetsuit.
"Ah well that was fun now wasn't it?" Mark's mind was reeling by this point.
"Well anyway I’m late for work, I’ll be back later and will explain a bit more to you about tonight, don't go anywhere I’ll only be five hours, it’s a short shift today." He headed for the door and before closing it all the way, popped his head back out again.
"See 'ya!" With a wave he was gone.
Mark's mind began to wonder. He still could not get over the shock that it had been a year, a year since he was reduced to the status of a toy for this nut job's pleasure. He would have sulked if the rubber encasing him allowed it. All he could do now was waiting for Curly to come home, but at least he left the TV on. The basement doubled as his prison, playroom and place for he and his friends to crash, one half furnished to suit Mark's captivity the other to for Curly and his friends to relax in.
As Mark still could not get over how long he had been here, his mind began to wonder back to the day his life change forever, when he first laid eyes on Curly and his friends. A day he has regretted ever since.
To Be Continued... maybe
Part 1
How long had it been now? This is a constant thought that always goes through Mark's head, every day. He tried to keep count at the beginning, the same routine day in day out; in his mind it seemed easy to keep track of it all. After a while though, when he finally gave in and accepted his fate he just gave up counting. He left it somewhere around thirty four days. He was repeatedly told he "Would like it eventually" and that he would "Get used to it" but still, after so long, that has yet to happen.
Curly is finishing off the adjustments right now. Mark still doesn't know this guy's real name, he has never been told. Mark just refers to him Curly due to his hair, mousey brown with blonde highlights in very thick curls. Your everyday stereotypical surfer in Mark's point of view. He talks to Mark all the time but Mark never gets the chance to reply, he has made that mistake often in the past, but he knows better now.
Mark heard a clicking sound and a very faint humming noise, signalling a chance for him to get comfy. He will have to suffer the position he is in for a good few hours. Mark saw the transparent rubber sheet in front of him come closer and closer, after all the times this has happened to him, it still continues to be very intimidating. The sheet starts to conform to his body and force him back into the padded wall. A few seconds past and it was done, he was held by the rubber and the vacuum. The breathing tube, Mark's only outlet outside of his prison was forced back, further into his mouth and Mark adopted a steady breathing pace.
Curly came back into Mark's line of site. All he wore were a pair of baggy white shorts and it was more than obvious that he had no underwear on. Mark may not be gay but he had to admit that Curly did have a very nice body, one he wished he had. Curly began to rub Mark's groin through the sheet of rubber, and another layer. Mark's permanent uniform is a deep black neoprene wetsuit, not unlike the ones that Curly and his friends wear but with a few alterations. Firstly the zip running up the back of the suit, this lost its function long ago when Curly zipped it shut and added a large amount of glue all the way up the seam and the flaps and sealed it together. He would surely pick at it and try to tear it but the thickly padded leather mitts over his hands rarely come off, when they do it is so that Curly can cut his nails and for this he is usually tied down.
The second alteration to this standard suit is the addition of a hole near his rear; a zip had been added to this hole. This added for obvious reasons. At this moment though the zip is pulled up, concealing the very large butt plug inside Mark, which suddenly springs to life and vibrates. Mark could see Curly put the control for this back in his pocket.
The last change to this suit was a zip much like the rear one situated near his cock, another sign to Mark that this suit was made to be permanent. Curly rarely plays with Mark's cock outside its neoprene prison though. Like today, he undid the zip for Mark to go to the toilet earlier, but when Mark was done, Curly, rather than zip it up, poured half the contents of a jar of lube over Mark's groin first then zipped it up, giving his cock and balls a light tap through the wetsuit. Mark would deny it outright, but he did enjoy this on some level as it is usually the only sexual contact he gets.
Curly continued the rubbing for a while, which was now causing Mark to spasm in pleasure. Finally Curly broke the silence.
"Well Mark; guess what day it is today?" Dripping with the cocky tone Mark has come to associate with Curly. Mark could only grunt in response.
"That’s right! It’s our anniversary! It’s been one whole year now. I have the guys coming over later for the celebrations and you are going to be the star attraction."
Mark's mind did a back flip. Did he hear him right? A Year! This lunatic had kept him prisoner in this basement, used and abused him for a year! Curly continued to rub Mark but no amount of pleasure would distract him from his train of thought. He grunted angrily into the breathing tube which did effectively gag him and stop him from making a coherent sentence and began bucking wildly, as much as his current state would allow.
"Oh I guess that came as a bit of a shock." he giggled. "Ah well I guess I can't blame you for it, now be a good little toy and shut up!" Curly wiggled another control in front of Mark's face, his vision was blurred but he knew full well what it was. This was not the control for the plug in him but for something worse. It controlled the shock function that came with the thick cock ring that never came off. Attached to the base of his cock and balls with a small battery pack hidden beneath the balls and between his thighs. Mark learnt early on during his 'training' that any time he spoke when not allowed, disobeyed, tried to escape, or just for the hell of it, Curly would shock him to the highest voltage this ring allowed, something Mark, as would anyone, hoped to avoid. Mark quietened down.
"That’s better." Curly began rubbing again. "Now as I was saying the guys will be over later to celebrate our acquisition of you and it will be an all night party, so you will have your work cut out since I know a few of them have been saving themselves for a few days."
"And providing you behave we may have a special gift for you." Mark didn't believe for one second this gift was as pleasant as Curly’s tone made it sound.
Curly began rubbing really fast at this point and it wasn't long before a long groan escaped from Mark. Curly sported his cheesy grin knowing full well Mark had shot his load inside the wetsuit.
"Ah well that was fun now wasn't it?" Mark's mind was reeling by this point.
"Well anyway I’m late for work, I’ll be back later and will explain a bit more to you about tonight, don't go anywhere I’ll only be five hours, it’s a short shift today." He headed for the door and before closing it all the way, popped his head back out again.
"See 'ya!" With a wave he was gone.
Mark's mind began to wonder. He still could not get over the shock that it had been a year, a year since he was reduced to the status of a toy for this nut job's pleasure. He would have sulked if the rubber encasing him allowed it. All he could do now was waiting for Curly to come home, but at least he left the TV on. The basement doubled as his prison, playroom and place for he and his friends to crash, one half furnished to suit Mark's captivity the other to for Curly and his friends to relax in.
As Mark still could not get over how long he had been here, his mind began to wonder back to the day his life change forever, when he first laid eyes on Curly and his friends. A day he has regretted ever since.
To Be Continued... maybe