Fetish + BDSM Fiction

Master was in his dungeon, doing what he enjoyed the most; turning an ‘innocent’ young man he’d selected for transformation into one of his ‘army’ of rubber slaves. “…and now it’s time to permanently hide your identity and individuality, as you become my latest rubber slave”. Max couldn’t believe this was happening. How could a night out with friends end up in this situation? The voice continued, as resolute as it had been since the Master brought Max into the dungeon, “Bring me the hood.” Again, Max tried to resist what was being done to him; to get away somehow, but he couldn’t find a way. Shouting didn’t work, in fact, it just seemed to amuse the man, who simply sniggered at Max’s protestations. When asked a question, the man firmly instructed Max to never question him ever again. Of course, this hadn’t stopped Max but when his next question was met with a very firm smack to the face, followed by another, and then another. He realised that questioning was futile. As the hood was b...