Tag: rubber

Here at Fetish Obsessions, we specialize in sexual perversion training. I know that you probably think that you’re alone in your predicament. You find a man you love, the romantic chemistry is fantastic, but the sex is lackluster. He just isn’t into the same things you are, and has no real interest in experimentation. Well, we are happy to take care of that experimentation for him. We guarantee that after a full training, your partner will not only be interested in your fetish of choice–they’ll be obsessed with it.

Here, for example, is our rubber room. Subjects are immobilized in vacuum sealed rubber, and teased for periods of days to months, depending upon the level of obsession desired by their partners. See, our goal isn’t to destroy monogamy–we want to enhance it. In this day in age, why shouldn’t the love of your life be the sex of your life as well? Now, are there any facilities you’d be interested in touring? Oh, don’t be shy…trust me, I’ve heard them all.

Oh? Diaper play? One of my personal favorites. Let me show you to the nursery–I’m sure it will be everything you’re looking for and more.

Jared received the suit a week ago, and put it on more out of curiosity more than anything else. Now, he really wished he hadn’t. The suit’s seam had sealed itself as soon as it was on, trapping him inside–he’d had to wear a hoodie at work just to keep it hidden. Worse, he hadn’t been able to jerk off all week–the suit made all sensation in his cock completely dead, and he was horny as hell when the weekend came.

The past few nights, he’d been having strange dreams as well, the same one, looping over and over all night long. In it, he picked up his electric razor, and shaved off his hair into a mohawk, and then did it again, and again. His nerve broke on the third day, and he shaved his head, only to have the suit open and reveal his rock hard cock. 

No jack off session had ever felt so good–but as soon as he came, the suit closed up again, and the next night he was dreaming about getting gauges in his ears. Still, he couldn’t do that could he? No, he’d manage to hold out…somehow.

Jack had been on his way home from the construction site, in his usual work gear, when on his way to the bus stop, someone grabbed him and dragged him into an alleyway. In fact, it had been two people–men dressed in skintight rubber suits, who had pinned him to the wall, pressing their hot bodies up against his. 

Jack hadn’t been gay, but the sheer erotic force the two men exerted upon him eroded his inhibitions, and when the two of them pulled away, he felt…different. Looking down, he saw his work clothes had become leather gear, and he now held the leads of the two rubbermen, who pulled him out onto the street and down several blocks before entering a house with an elaborate dungeon in the basement.

The two rubbermen had just lost their master, and Jack was his replacement. A slave to his rubbermen’s desires, he would feed their desires for domination, pain and cum until he, too, exhausted himself and died. Still, the pleasure was well worth it–and his slaves had allowed him to keep his hard hat, a token of a life now over.

Source: hateic

He keeps staring at you…you think. It’s hard to tell with those strange lenses in his mask. He’s watched you since you arrived at the bar, and the mesmerizing attraction you feel towards him is easily countered by his strange, not-quite-human movements. You decide to leave–but he follows you, grabs you and drags you into an alley, stripping away your clothes with amazing strength.

His red cock spews a strange, black liquid onto your flesh, and when you try to wipe it off, you realize it is latex which had already adhered to your body. He pumps more and more, coating you, bringing you under his physical control, and when all that remains uncovered is your mouth, he shoves in his cock and begins pumping the latex into your body. 

It is a strange sensation, feeling your stomach and lungs fill with fluid until they burst in your chest. No longer able to breathe, you sense, more than know, that you should be dead–but strangely you can still think. You feel the rubber flowing directly into you now, filling your chest cavity, coating your muscles–your heart pumping liquid rubber to every inch of your body for a minute before stopping all together. 

You sense that you are full, and yet still it flows, and you begin growing. The rubber pulses and bubbles under your skin before layering on top of your muscles and bones, expanding them to inhuman proportions, your veins bulging from your black, shiny skin. Your cock grows as well, dropping down and growing to nearly two feet long, with massive balls suspended beneath. They feel surprisingly heavy, and a moment later a strange liquid begins to pump from your cock–the fleshy pump of your own body. Only one part of you now remains–your brain–but not for long, you realize. Your new body is nearly complete–and the rubber is already creeping up and over your fleshy mind.

You imagine that it will simply coat it, but when the headache starts, you discover that it has no intention of allowing you to continue thinking. It is crushing you. Destroying your brain, turning it into pump to be discarded and replacing it with a small, rubberized computer. It isn’t much, but it need only regulate a few simple tasks. You no longer need to think–only obey. The red man removes his cock and the last rubber seals your mouth shut. You stand, the last of your humanity dribbling from your now hollow balls. They can now be filled through your anus with any liquid one might desire pumped from your massive cock. The master’s will enjoy pumping you full of their cum, before having you serve it to their prisoners and human slaves in training. You do not care–you only serve, and you follow your compatriot to your master’s lair, where you will serve for eternity.

“No Officer, you know what? I don’t really think it matters how fast I was going. I think what really matters is how good that rubber feels against your skin. You look surprised–don’t you remember putting your uniform on earlier this evening, thinking about how hot you look with the blue latex pulled tight against your muscles? Go on, rub them–damn those webbed gloves are really pervy. I bet you’re a total pervert, aren’t you? You’re just a giant rubber pig cop, aren’t you? Don’t shake your head like that–I mean, it’s pretty obvious from that mask you’re wearing. Go on, grunt. Grunt like a pig while you rub that hard cock in your rubber pants. Now, you wanted to ask me something officer? What was it?”

“Sir, *grunt* I need you *snort* to step out of your car, Sir.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“I’ve been a very bad pig Sir, *grunt* I need a cock up my ass sir, I need it bad. Please *oink* give me your cum sir? Please?”

“Well, alright. I guess I can spare a moment for a pervy pig cop like you…”

“Who’s that? Oh, that isn’t anyone anymore. It’s just an art piece now. It was my last boyfriend. Sure, the relationship started well enough, but we had some problems. He didn’t really like wearing the rubber gear I wanted him in, he even tried running away. I tried talking some sense into him, but he wouldn’t listen to my reasoning, so I had to take some…extreme measures.

"Sure, I suppose I could have let him go, but he was so beautiful…not as beautiful as you, of course. He screamed at first, as I pumped the liquid latex into him, but he can’t scream now–he can’t do anything. He can just hang there, rubber sublime.

"Oh no, you can’t leave now, I have so much gear I want to see you in, so much rubber for you to wear. We can go out to the clubs, two hot rubberbois on the dance floor–it’ll be perfect. But if you really don’t want to–I do still have a lot of that liquid latex, and I think you might look even more beautiful wrapped in rubber forever.”

Source: fetishmen-ryan