“I just want to see it on you, I’m curious.”

“It just isn’t my scene, man. Besides, we don’t even know where it came from.”

“Come on, it’s just a mask–put it on.”

Noah rolled his eyes, took the rubber gas mask from Jake’s hand and looked it over. It had arrived in a package earlier that day, with no recipient marked, but his boyfriend seemed strangely interested in it, and so he started to pull it over his head, when the straps came to life and clamped down around his head, cinching the mask against his face. He tried to pry it off, making muffled shouts, and he saw Jake stand up, shocked, and then his vision was blocked by some sort of mist…or smoke.

It was coming from him, from the mask, he could feel it in his lungs, he could feel it burning him up inside. Jake was there, trying to pry the mask away from his face, but the smoke coiled into a knot and flung itself at Jake’s face, shrouding him for a moment before condensing into a solid rubber hood, choking him down as Jake felt the smoke reach deep into him.

Punish, a voice said in his mind, Punish him.

He stood up, unsure of what was moving him, feeling the gas shroud his body, forming into a tight rubber suit, belted down with innumerable straps, wrapping around his cock, turning it to rubber, eleven inches, as thick as a bear can, already lubed and ready for the victim’s ass, Jake, hooded, on his hands and knees, and he rammed his new, rock hard cock deep into his ass, gas flowing out of him, coating Jake’s body in slick latex, just another rubber drone for punishment, for him to master, but there would be others. He would gather many more drones to pleasure himself on, and abandoning Jake, now a hunk of rubber encasing a chunk of human soul, and wreathed in smoke, Noah stalked out of the apartment, searching for his next drone.

“Sir, I’m gonna have to give you a pat down,” the officer said.

The metal detector had gone off for the third time, and Jack swore he didn’t have anything metal on him, but the officer pushed him up against the wall and patted him down the back and front, and everything was normal until the officer suddenly shoved his gloved hand between Jack’s legs, and Jack felt something push into his asshole. He let out a surprised yelp, and the officer smirked.

“Ah, so that’s the problem–we got a tail. You’re gonna have to follow me sir.”

“E–Excuse me?” Jack said, but in response, the cop just grabbed the back of his pants in both of his gloved hands and ripped the denim apart, letting the rubber tail attached to the six inch plug stuck up his ass loose from the inside of his jeans. Jack started panting, relieved to have it free, and he wagged it back and forth, wondering what in the world he was doing.

“Come on boy,” the officer said, “We need to get you trained for the K-9 squad.” The cop pulled out a leather collar which he clipped around Jack’s neck, and led him through the police headquarters on all fours. No one paid this any mind, and Jack tried to protest, but for some reason all he could do was whimper and bark. Down in the basement, however, all was made clear soon enough. He was just another squad dog, trained to serve his master officers–the pack alpha set him straight in a few days time, and he was just another obedient K-9 unit, out on patrols, by the end of the week.

Always Take Care of Your Toys

by Wesley Bracken

Commissioned by Boreas

Inspired by a comic by Kuma

Kuma’s Comic: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (requires an account on FurAffinity with adult images unblocked in order to view)

Warning: Furry and inanimate themed story. It get’s a bit strange, but I bet you’ll all like it anyway.

***

“Come on, take your shirt off.”

“Ha, well you’re not wasting any–hey, hold on–ok, ok, you don’t have to rip it off me–hey watch the horns.”

“He, aww fuck yeah, here’s those titrings of yours,” Kuma said, tugging on the rings through Boreas’ nipples, “Looks damn good on you–so glad you finally got up the balls to come over and have some fun.”

The two big guys were on the couch in Kuma’s apartment, with the bear taking up most of the space. He had Boreas cornered against one side, one paw tweaking the bull’s nipple while he took a deep breath off his cigar, and then kissed the bullbear with the smoke, making him cough and sputter after a moment. “Take it easy man, I’m not a smoker.”

“We could change that, if you want,” Kuma said, grinning, his fangs showing slightly, “I got this special mask–you could smoke all night long in it–it’d be so damn hot. You’d be a cigar smoker for life.”

“Sounds…uh…fun?” Boreas said, his eyes flicking to the door. He wasn’t quite sure what he’d expected when he’d finally taken the bear up on his invitation to come over for a play session. Sure, their chats and role play had always been fun, but now that he was here, and now that Kuma was getting into it a bit deeper than the bullbear had expected, he was starting to get nervous. “No, you know what? I’m not really all that comfortable with this,” Boreas said, and he started trying to work his way out from under the bear, managing to slide through a gap and onto the floor with a thud, “Can we maybe take this a little slower?”

“Heh, someone getting cold feet? Come on, I don’t bite that hard, and I know you’ll love it. How about you just try it on?”

“No, look, I think…can we just hold up here? I know we talked about a lot…of stuff…” Boreas said, blushing a bit, “But uh…what exactly did you have in mind?”

“You’re the one who said you wanted to be my toy,” Kuma said, getting up off the couch and coming closer to Boreas, “You told me how hot it would be to come over here, not tell anyone where you were going and let me do whatever I wanted to you. I know that’s what you want, boy.” The bear came up, grabbed the front of Boreas’ khakis, and with a growl, ripped them open down the front, destroying his boxers as well, letting his’ cock flop out, and he looked down, noticing that the bullbear’ was blushing a bit. “Heh, with all that fur and big talk, I thought I’d be bigger.”

“Sh-Shut up!” Boreas said, and backed up a few paces. Sure, he didn’t have the largest cock, only about four inches, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be made fun of for it. “Look, I’m…I’m gonna go. I don’t like where this is going.”

“Oh no–you said you were going to be my toy, and I’m gonna hold you to that, cowboy, one way or another.” Kuma said, smiling again, and this time Boreas noticed something else–the bear’s paw was glowing…green. He backed away, but missed the door and collided with a chair, tripping him up long enough for the glowing paw to grab his cock and balls in one hand and send a strange, electric jolt through them that made him cry out in surprise, tumble back over the chair and hit the ground with a thud hard enough to dislodge his cock and balls from his crotch, sending them flying over his face to land on the carpet behind him.

He blinked for a moment on the ground, wondering if he’d gotten a concussion. His legs were still up on the chair that he’d tripped over, and he could see that where his cock and balls had been was just…nothing. Just a hole, or really something more like a socket. And his fur…the fur around his groin looked different…well, he wouldn’t call it fur at all really. It was smooth and had a dull shine to it, and tentatively he reached down with one paw and touched it, realizing it was rubber. But he could…still feel his claw against the surface, and he could even dent it if he pushed hard enough, the sensation making him shiver.

“Heh, looks like you dropped something buddy,” Kuma said, walking past him and over to where his cock had flown when it had dislodged itself from the socket. He stooped down and picked it up, and Boreas let out a yelp–he could feel his cock in the bear’s paws from across the room, and he quickly rolled off the chair and stood up, a bit uneasily. “Finders keepers, I guess,” he said, running a claw down the shaft, watching the bullbear moan softly as he did, “Still, this thing is a bit too small to do much of anything with. Maybe we can find you a few other things to fit in that socket there? I’m seeing…something thick, over nine inches long. What if it was ribbed, or even studded? Dang, that’d be a fun ride.”

“What–what the fuck did you do!” the bullbear said, doing his best to be outraged when all he could really focus on was how…nice it felt, having the bear stroke his cock, “Give…give that back!”

“Oh?” Kuma said, and he started stroking the cock in his hands, fiddling with it’s balls, and Boreas tried not to collapse. The sensations were so much more intense, but looking at his cock and balls in Kuma’s hands, he could see that they were different–they were rubber too, like his groin. If he hadn’t known better, he’d just have assumed that they were a lifelike dildo, if he…couldn’t feel everything that the paws were doing to them. “Are you sure you want them back? It looks like you’re enjoying what I’m doing quite a bit. Do you really want me to stop?”

“I…I don’t…” he stammered back. Kuma was stroking his cock faster now, and Boreas felt his knees crumple and he hit the floor as cum started spurting from his rubber cockhead, shooting a few feet and hitting the wall where it ran down to the carpet and ran down slowly while the bear laughed, Boreas trying to catch his breath and he pushed himself back up to standing on his hooves and teetering a bit, grabbing onto the chair for support. Kuma was looking at the bullbear’s cock and balls, the later of which had shrunk quite a bit after shooting out that massive load, and the bear started squeezing them in his paw, milking the last bit of cum out of the shaft, watching the bullbear cringe in pain.

“Looks like you’re all empty man–too bad,” Kuma said, “Wonder if we can fill ‘em back up?”

“Please, no–just…just give it back, please.”

“Heh, if you say so,” Kuma said, “Catch!”

He lobbed the cock towards Boreas, who noticed too late that his cock and balls were shrouded in the same ill green aura Kuma’s paws had exuded when he’d touched his cock. Still, it was his cock and balls! He couldn’t just let them fall to the ground. He caught them in his paws and felt the same shock rip through his hands that he’d felt in his cock, and he watched his hands puff up suddenly and harden into rubber mitts incapable of holding anything, and he fumbled with his cock for a moment before it tumbled to the ground anyway, and he stared at his rubber paws in terror, watching the rubber showly work it’s way up his arms, his fur flattening into the same smooth rubber of his crotch, and he realized he needed to get out of here, and fast. He turned around and hurried to the front door, but all he could do was squeak against it as he tried to unlock the deadbolt and work the knob before his arms turned completely rigid, freezing in place as his shoulders and chest turned to rubber, and he stumbled back, still desperately trying to move his arms and unable to comprehend why they wouldn’t respond.

He could still move his head and his neck–the rubberization seemed mostly interested in working it’s way downwards, through his chest and past his nipples, his rings staying put, and then down past his ass and to his legs. Wherever the rubber went, soon after his skin changed it quickly lost it’s pliability, becoming hard and rigid in whatever position he happened to be in. He tried to get away, but his legs were turning to hard rubber faster than he could move, and he fell forward to the ground, his body giving out a squeak of air as it decompressed from the impact and then inflated again. It was the strangest sensation, feeling the air rush out of his mouth before sucking back into him. He could sense his hollowness, actually. He felt…empty. It didn’t feel right at all, he should be full of…of something other than air–than a vacuum–but what exactly he needed was eluding him. He just felt so strange, and he tried to crawl down the hallway, away from Kuma for a couple of moments, but his hooves had already frozen and he was trapped, contorted on the floor, his entire body rubber aside from his head, his body empty, and he heard a laugh behind him.

“Looks good–how does it feel, Boreas?”

“Fuck you.”

“Ha, you mean, ‘fuck me,’ don’t you? You don’t even have a cock to fuck with,” Kuma said, coming up behind him and slipping two fingers into his ass, pushing their way down the short rubber channel and into the emptiness of his body, and Boreas gave a short inhale of pleasure. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t you just feel so empty though? We’ll see if we can help with that. Still, how about we warm you up a bit?”

Boreas couldn’t see what Kuma was doing, but he heard him take a deep drag off his cigar and then get down behind him, where he put his lips against the rubber hole and exhaled hot smoke into the bullbear’s body. It really was warm, and he shivered and moaned, his cock pulsing and leaking out a small remnant of his cum where it lay back on the floor, forgotten by them both. Kuma filled him up with lungful after lungful of smoke, and before long it started coming out of his mouth at the other side in wisps as he shuddered and moaned, feeling Kuma’s long tongue probing up his ass, but he needed more than smoke inside of him, it was like some unknown hunger was eating away at him, and it was frustrating him that he couldn’t understand it.

“Heh, well that’s enough of that. How about we move you into a…more accomodating position, eh?” Kuma said, his hands glowing again. Underneath them, the hard rubber of Breas’ new body turned pliable again, and the bear started bending the arms and legs into a new position, leaving Boreas on his rubber paws and knees, head facing forward, and as a final touch, Kuma grabbed his long bull tail, bent it back and attached the tuft to the small of his back. “There–now you even have a handle,” Kuma said, “Now, how about we take this into the bedroom? I’m horny, but I don’t think you’re quite the toy I’m looking for yet.”

He grabbed him by the tail loop and lifted him up off the ground, and he felt a sense of vertigo as Kuma carried him down the hall and into the bedroom. He was so powerless all of a sudden–he couldn’t move, he didn’t even have a body anymore. Still, that was…that was good, right? He didn’t need a body, he was just a toy, just…just a toy for Kuma to use. He did like being used. He’d always…always fantasized about being just a dumb toy, just a hunk of rubber…Boreas shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away, but they kept sneaking their way into his head, making him hornier, intensifying the hunger he still didn’t understand, the need to be filled which was beginning to panic him. He had to be filled, he needed something. If he was empty for much longer, it was going to drive him crazy.

Kuma set the toy down on the floor of his bedroom, and then looked around, thinking, “Oh, of course! Your cock and balls, how could I have forgotten.” He left the room for a moment and came back with Boreas’ cock and balls in his hand, or rather, his cock. His sack had shriveled up, now completely empty, and hung down like an empty balloon. “Hmm, looks like you’re all empty–guess we should fill you back up, eh?” Kuma walked over to his closet and dug around for a few moments before he pulled out some sort of pump attached to a large, clear tank which Boreas could only assume was either milk or semen, and he didn’t really like either option. “Lucky for you, I have quite a few guys I like to play with who are…well, let’s say that they have a bit of an addiction problem when it comes to my cum. I like to keep plenty on hand for when one of them drops by, needing some assistance. Still, let’s see what we can do here…” Kuma said, fiddling with the root of Boreas’ cock, before fitting it over the nozzle of the hose connected to the tank of cum, and then Kuma flipped a switch, the machine started up, and Boreas watched his balls inflate, filling up with Kuma’s rank cum from the machine. He set them down on the bed, and the bullbear had a hard time tearing his eyes away from them, watching them fill up fuller and fuller…

“Please, Kuma…Come on, just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I swear, but…but I’m so…so empty, please just…I don’t…just let me–” Boreas said, but before he could finish, the bear ran a green glowing claw around his lips and then down his neck, rubberizing his throat into a smooth chute, his lips pursed and ready to take a cock.

“That’s better–toys don’t need to talk after all. Now, while that’s filling up, how about we get you dressed? I did have some gear I wanted to see you in tonight, and it would be a shame for it to go to waste.”

Kuma dug around in his closet some more, and all the bullbear could do was watch his balls slowly fill up. They were quickly outpacing his cock, making it look even smaller next to them, as they passed the size of an orange, and then a grapefruit, and then a small melon–each. They looked so full–he’d like to be as full as they were. Sloshing with cum, bulging with it, packed full of it. That’s what he needed–he needed cum. He needed to be brimming with it, all of him, and now that he knew what he needed, it was almost worse, and he found himself growing desperate as Kuma ripped away the rest of his pants and then started putting the leather gear on him, a harness across his chest, leather bands on his arms and legs, and lastly a collar with a heavy cowbell hanging from it. Then, he did something strange, and took four large objects that looked like metal staples, and with a glowing hand, inserted them into the top of his rubber paws and the bottom of his hooves.

“There. That way, if I want you strung up, we won’t have a problem,” Kuma said, testing the connection. “Now, how are those balls of yours doing?” He walked over and turned off the pump, and looked down, where Boreas’ balls were each larger than a watermelon, and pulled the nozzle out of the root, and hefted them up, the heavy sack dragging down heavily and nearly translucent. “Now, how about we get you fed, rubber bear? You look awfully empty…”

Boreas was almost screaming in his head at this point. Terror at his situation had slowly been replaced by hunger and anger at his emptiness, and everything would be alright if he could just be full again. He shivered as the bear slotted his own cock into his mouth, feeling the head push through the nozzle in the back of his mouth and down the chute, and then he started squeezing the balls in his paws, holding them up, pumping his cum down the rubber throat and into the hollow cavity, watching the bullbear’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Still, after a few squeezes, it was obvious that Kuma was getting a bit tired of it, and so he pushed a glowing finger against his rubber nose, and the mouth started buzzing and sucking on his own cock, drawing the cum into him, where it rolled down the inside of his chest, pooling in both of his paws, and he could taste it, he could taste the cum and it tasted so good, and it was filling him up, and it was everything he’d ever wanted.

Slowly, Boreas’ realized that he hadn’t blinked it what felt like ages. In fact, he couldn’t blink–his eyes had been replaced with glass beads now, the rest of his face now empty rubber like the rest of his body, but that would be fixed soon. Kuma would fill him up. Kuma would be good to him–he took care of his toys. He wouldn’t let him stay empty for long. He would fill him up with his cum, and he would be a good toy, and let his master do whatever he wanted to him. He wouldn’t think, he wouldn’t talk, he would just suck, and stay perfectly still, and obey.

Kuma let the balls go, and they dropped to the floor, dragging Boreas’ face down with them, creasing his neck, but the connection held and the mouth kept sucking it all down. Satisfied, he walked around behind his new toy, running his paw along the surface of his rubber body before coming to his ass. “Hmm…how about we make you a cock sucker at both ends, Boreas?” Kuma said, and touched the base of Boreas’ tail, and he felt his ass start sucking and vibrating like his throat was, and a moment later, Kuma slipped his hard cock into his ass and started fucking his toy roughly, denting in the rubber with each thrust. Boreas could feel the cum slosh about inside his body as the bear fucked him, and his cock responded, cumming down his throat, filling him up as fast as his rubber mouth could suck, the cum overflowing his arms, filling his gut like a small lake before slipping back and down into his hind legs, pooling in his knees and down to his feet.

Kuma shifted position and climbed up on Boreas’ back, his cock still planted deep in the bull bear’s vibrating hole, and he let out a deep grunt around his cigar. “Oh fuck yeah bitch, you’re so much more useful this way.”

He was useful, wasn’t he? Boreas knew Kuma was right, he’d always been so useless before. Hell, how much cum would he have been able to hold before? Not this much, certainly. And he was always talking and thinking before. A toy didn’t need to think, a toy just had to be there for it’s master to use. Yeah, he was much more useful as a cumdump, as sex toy for Kuma to use how he saw fit, and Boreas hoped he would be useful for a long time yet.

Kuma was bucking harder on Boreas’ back, and he was deflating a bit under the weight of the bear, sagging down a bit under him, but Kuma was almost finished, pumping a fresh load of cum into Boreas’ half full cavity, and Boreas could feel it splatter hard against the top of his chest, all the way across his body, and he was so happy. So happy that his master was using him like he’d been made to be used. Kuma climbed back down off of Boreas, and turned off the toy’s sucking ass, before walking around, bopping the rubber bull bear’s nose to turn off his mouth as well. He’d sucked down enough of the cum that the balls had become light enough that the rubber could hold them up, but they weren’t empty yet, and worse, he wasn’t full yet! He wasn’t even halfway full yet! He needed more, he needed it all! But he couldn’t talk, he just stayed there, and Kuma pulled out the cock and laughed. “Don’t worry cumdump–I’m gonna have some friends come over tomorrow, and we’ll get you so full you might explode. Still, I’m spent. How about we put you away for the night? Still, how about I fill you up with something else first? Something you’ll love just as much as my old cum I bet.”

He slipped his cock into the rubber mouth, and after a moment he started pissing into his toy, and the taste was overwhelming. It was almost better than the stale old cum that he’d already feasted on, and when the two mixed in his body, he could taste the foul combination, and it made him so happy to know he was just a waste receptacle for his master. He wanted to be full more than anything, he wanted to burst open, he wanted to explode. Through his glassy eyes he could see his cock leaking a bit of Kuma’s old cum onto the bed, and he screamed in his dull mind. That was his! He needed that, but his master didn’t notice, and the toy couldn’t do anything about it, watching as it dribbled out. Still, it felt good, and there would always be more. His master would keep him well fed–he was sure of that. He’d be full to bursting in no time at all.

The bear finished up and pulled out, and then hefted Boreas up by the tail, the toy now quite a bit heavier than before, and Kuma could hear his cum and piss sloshing around inside of him as he hefted him over to a sling next to the bed. He disconnected the leather bed, and then hooked the four chains up to the hooks he’d imbedded in the toy’s’ paws and hooves, and then rebent his joints so he looked like he was hanging with his arms and legs straight, his neck bent back so his mouth was accessible from the other side.

Boreas felt all of the cum and piss inside of him slide down the inner walls of his cavity, pooling in his empty head and against his back. He liked having his master’s cum in his head–it was so much better having cum and piss in there than brains. Lastly, Kuma picked up the rubber cock and balls and slotted it back into it’s proper socket, the heavy, grapefruit sized balls still taut with Kuma’s fluids and hanging heavy, and the bear let out a chuckle, pawing his cock. “Hell, gotta say, looking at you like that…maybe just one more fuck tonight.”

Kuma turned on Boreas’ sucking asshole again and fucked him, swinging the heavy rubber toy up and down on his massive cock, Boreas delighting in the sensation of his owner’s fluids sloshing about inside of him as he got fucked, and he loved the feeling of his cock leaking his master’s cum out the head of his rubber cock, feeling it run down his smooth belly and dribble onto the carpet beneath him. Just a dirty toy, for dirty play, and he couldn’t wait until the rest of Kuma’s friends came over tomorrow. He was a good toy after all, and he loved being used. It was the only thing he wanted, actually, and the only thing he’d ever want again.

Living Latex

“You can’t be serious,” Ken said, looking at the thing Yosuke had handed him, “I’m not wearing this.”

Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” The slender twink said, “Look, I love having you fuck me, don’t get me wrong, but well…you’re just a little small is all, and trust me, I can take a lot. Come on, just trust me.” He ran his hand along Ken’s ridged abs, up to his thick, solid pecs. The big muscular guy was close to six and a half feet tall, massively built, and a definite top–but Yosuke was right–his four inch cock just wasn’t going to cut it when it came to a power bottom like him. The two of them had been hooking up off and on for a couple of months now, and Ken did love the slender Asian’s hole…but really? A strap on? “Come on,” Yosuke added, “It’ll just make your cock as impressive as the rest of you.”

Ken looked at the massive, flesh colored dildo in Yosuke’s hand, and felt…kind of angry. Sure, he was small, but he sure as hell didn’t like being reminded of it. But more than that, the strap on was…well…huge. As thick as a beer can, and over a foot long. If Ken did use it–and he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to use it at all–it just made him feel even more…inadequate. “Are you sure I can’t just fist you again? Come on, I know you like that too.”

“I do,” he said, “but I really want to feel a massive cock in me, you know? It’s just different. Please? Just once, and if you never want to do it again, then we won’t have to.”

Ken rolled his eyes, but took the strap-on back and looked at it, trying to figure out how to put it on. The entire contraption was actually made out of a single piece of rubber–he had to put in on like a jockstrap, and as soon as it was on, he noticed that the straps almost appeared translucent, and it was hard to figure out where the rubber ended and his skin began. Still, the other strange thing was that the strap on was so wide, that the fake cock actually had space inside for his balls as well as his own small member–so when it was fully on and he looked at it in the mirror, it was just this massive cock with no balls beneath–it looked ridiculous.

The fuck that came after wasn’t strange though–just boring as hell. Still, Yosuke seemed to enjoy it. As it wore on, Ken started being rougher and rougher–if the fucking twink wanted it big and massive, then he might as well abuse his hole good and bad while he had the chance–but Yosuke ate it all up–literally. Nothing was too rough, nothing was too deep, and after close to an hour of nonstop pummelling, Yosuke arched his back and shot his own load out of his cock, without either of them touching it once.

Ken figured they were done, and so he pulled out the strap-on from the twink’s hole and started fiddling with it, eager to get it off so he could get off too.

“Oh fuck,” Yosuke moaned on the bed, rolling over and relishing his afterglow, “We’re definitely going to have to do that again soon–like, all the time.”

“Fat chance,” Ken said, as he searched for the straps, “That was boring as hell–I couldn’t even feel anything the whole time. What the hell? Why can’t I find the straps?” Ken had run his fingers where the rubber straps had been, and while he could feel the transition from rubber to skin, he couldn’t for the life of him get a hold of the straps. It was like they had sealed themselves to him while he was fucking. Instead, he tried to pull the strap-on itself off, but as soon as he gave it a yank, he let out a cry of pain. “What the…is there fucking glue in this thing or something?” Ken gave it a few more cursory tugs, but it really did feel like it had adhered to his body while he was fucking the twink. In fact, when he inspected the seal–he couldn’t even tell where the rubber ended and the rest of his crotch began. In fact, if he hadn’t put it on himself, he would have actually thought the dildo was a part of his body.

“Yosuke…Yosuke, what the fuck is up with this? Why can’t I take this off?” Ken said, now a bit afraid, but the Asian was sitting on the bed now, looking a little guilty…and Ken just stared at him until he spoke.

“Do…Do you promise you won’t get mad?”

“What the fuck did you do?”

“Look, one of my friends used it, it’s a line of gear called Living Latex. I really like you Ken, but god, you’re a horrible top. I just wanted to, you know, make you better is all. And it worked, too–fuck! Come on, pound me again, I can take it!”

“You’re fucking crazy! Get this thing off of me!”

“Fuck me with it again, and I’ll take it off.”

“No, fucking take it off!” Ken shouted, pulling at it again, “I can’t feel my balls, man! What if it eats my fucking balls?”

“Who the fuck needs balls? I don’t want you cumming, I want you fucking!” Yosuke said, and got up off the bed, leering at Ken and stalking closer to him. He started backing up, but in the tight apartment, didn’t quite have room to maneuver. He got out of the bedroom and into the living room, where he tripped over an ottoman and fell–his head smacking into the coffee table, and he was out.

***

“Mmmm, oh fuck yeah, you’re so fucking big, I can’t fucking stand it!”

Ken felt his head start clearing up, a bit, enough to feel something bouncing up and down on his face.

“Fuck yeah, such a big fucking cock, stretching me to the fucking limit–feels fucking great!”

He opened his eyes and saw that the thing bouncing up and down was an ass…and the thing it was bouncing up and down on was…a dildo. A massive fucking dildo, even bigger than the one which had swallowed his cock and balls before, and he tried to squirm away and shout–but he couldn’t get a sound out aside from a muffled noise from his nose, which was pressed up against the rubber.

His mouth, his tongue, his teeth, all of it, he couldn’t feel a thing. It was all numb, and he knew–he knew, in his heart that they were gone. Gone like his fucking cock and balls, gone for fucking ever, and in a panic he tried to turn away, but Yosuke just sat all the way down on the cock, planting his hole at the very base, and then spun around so his head was looming over Ken’s face, leering down. “Oh good, you’re awake! You knocked yourself out, so I didn’t think you’d mind if I put a few more things on you. Do you like it? You were always so bad at talking dirty–I think having another cock here is a much better choice, don’t you think? And just wait until you see the rest of it! I love how it turned out. Just hold on a second, I’m almost done.”

Yosuke started fucking himself on Ken’s new rubber cock again, the muscular man trying to fight him off. He wanted to raise his hands and just push the lighter man away, but they just wouldn’t do what he wanted them to do–his legs too–it was like he was paralyzed or something, and with Yosuke’s ass in the way, he couldn’t look down at what had happened to him. It took Yosuke longer than a second–after another fifteen minutes of very vocal fucking, often grinding his tight ball sack against Ken’s nose, he finally shot a load which dribbled out of his cock onto Ken’s face, and he shut his eyes to avoid it. Finished, Yosuke picked himself up off of Ken and licked his cum away, something that disgusted him, but which he was still kind of thankful for in the end. “Alright, you ready? Let me show you.”

And then, Yosuke picked him up.

The little slender twink just reached down grabbed him around the waist, and hefted him up like he was almost nothing, and Ken squirmed a bit, not entirely sure what to make of it. He’d been 250 pounds before of almost all muscle. How could the little squirt haul him around like that? He noticed that they were back in the bedroom, and Yosuke spun him right side up and held him up in front of the mirror–and if Ken had had a mouth any more, he would have screamed.

His arms and legs–they were gone. Instead, massive dildos, just as big as his new cock and mouth, jutted out, rubbery and bobbling. No wonder he was so light–most of his body had been replaced with rubber. “Do you like it? I think it’s super hot myself. Still, I have to get to work. Did you know that you’ve been out for the entire night? Oh well, into the closet you go.” Ken fought, squirming around as best he could, but Yosuke just shoved him into the closet and closed the door. “Don’t worry, we’ll play more tonight–and I even have some friends coming over too–and I bet you’re going to be good and hungry by then.”

Hungry? Friends? Ken didn’t know what to make of it, but he gave up soon enough of trying to get out. His body was useless–he couldn’t move or crawl or anything–just sit in the dark closet, waiting for the hours to wear away…and as they did, he started to understand what Yosuke had meant by hunger. Now, he wasn’t hungry, perse–he didn’t want food, or even water. No, the need that started building up in him was different, it was the rubber in him…crying out to be used. They wanted to fuck, they wanted to fuck bad, they wanted men to use them over and over all the time, and Ken couldn’t fight it off. Did…did he want to be used too? Yeah, yeah, he wanted men to use him, to fuck themselves on his big rubber cocks. He was so eager for it, he was so hungry. Just an object, a bunch of fucking dildos, that was all he was good for–all that fucking mattered anymore in his rubbery mind. By the time Yosuke took him out that evening and brought him into the living room, his muffled cried of anger had become the mewlings of need..and when he saw the five other twinks he’d fucked at one time or another in the living room, naked and waiting, he sighed with relief and shivered with anticipation.

First, four of them took his arms and legs, so he was suspended between them, and then Yosuke took his mouth while another took his cock, and they all rode him together–Ken was in heaven. He was needed, he was being used–and he was a way better fucker than he’d ever been before. That was some consolation at least…right?

“It’s called Living Latex, isn’t it wonderful? I was getting so tired of your screams and pleas for mercy, but the hiss of your breath now, oh fuck, it’s making me so hard, even if it means I can’t rape that nice mouth of yours anymore. Still, I do have your ass at least, let’s bend you over…yes, that’s it, now let’s get it nice and wet for my cock, oh but first, I think I should put the hood on you, yes, that’ll be nice.

"Now stop squirming…just a little further, and pull it down over those new mouths of yours, yes, there we are! Nice and snug. Look at that head of yours, so nice and smooth now—you aren’t going to need those eyes or ears anyway, and just the hint of a nose…oh fuck, that new face of yours is going to be so hot…

"Yeah, fuck yeah, take my cock, the edges are sealed now, it’s never coming off, but you probably can’t even hear me as well, can you? Well, before you can’t hear at all, I might as well tell you what’s going to happen. The body piece, I’ll do that next, you’re going to have a big old bladder where that smooth six pack is now, and you’re going to be storing all my piss and cum in that. And say goodbye to your arms, they’re going to be bound to your sides, absorbed right into your body, and your legs will be bound up too. You’ll just be a solid piece of living rubber soon, slave, just an asshole, and a faucet where your cock is, so my other slaves can get a drink whenever they need it. A piss and cum fountain—fuck, I can’t wait.

Source: medicineballguy

When Jared bought the house in foreclosure, the bank forgot to mention that none of the previous owner’s possessions had been moved out, and when he arrived to inspect the property, he discovered that the place was filthy. Apparently, this house flip was going to be a bit more difficult than he’d imagined, and so he started throwing shit out.

Things were going fine until he discovered the piles and piles of gear in the basement, and for some reason, he found himself compelled to put on the rubber gear…and service it. Over the next few weeks, his obsession grew until he couldn’t bear to wear anything else, and then he arrived.

The knock on the door came as a surprise–Jared hadn’t been expecting anyone, especially not the fat, hairy, stinking man on his doorstep, the man wearing nothing but some rubber waders, and Jared lost it, down on his knees, licking the filthy rubber clean right there on the porch.

The man hadn’t ever really planned on giving up his house after all, and now he had a new slave with enough capital to keep the mortgage paid off for years to come.

Source: pitstainsandpas

Hour Zero: Subjects X98T and F54R are awake in test chamber seventeen. They have been dressed is slave uniform styles Gamma and Eta, profiles indicate that the two of them were friends, and brought in for conditioning together. I have begun administering compound Sexad in aerosol form into the room.

Hour Three: The two subjects have finally stopped trying to extract themselves from their uniforms, and have discovered that they have no means of communicating with one another. I am uncertain that they recognize each other at all. Compound Sexad is having some effect, but I am increasing its concentration.

Hour Four: The increased concentration is having the desired effect. Both subjects are now in a sexual fervor, grinding against one another, desperate for penetration. I will hold the Sexadd at this concentration for 72 hours, enough time for the subjects’ brains to devote 90 percent of their mass to sexual pleasure centers, and then programming will commence.

Done. It was done. Marco looked at Hugh, or, he looked at his new rubber gimp slave, who had been Hugh just a few days earlier, but who was now nothing more than a mindless drone, programmed to fulfill all of Marco’s sexual desires.

The liquid latex solution he’d gotten at the store had sounded too good to be true, but getting a bit of it onto Hugh had been easy enough. From the small spray he’d snuck on him while they were out drinking, the rubber had spread to cover Hugh’s entire body, and over the next few days, would finish rubberizing Hugh’s internal organs–making him effectively immortal. They would never be apart now–never.

His slave climbed up onto the bed, over Marco, and he ran his hands over the smooth rubber body…when his hand hit something…sticky. He pulled it away, and just stared at his palm, which was covered with latex. He flexed, it, but it was already dry, tried to peel it off, but it had adhered to his skin–just as it had adhered to Hugh.

In his panic, he failed to notice the rubber slave pulling down his pants, but he looked down it time to see a gooey maw open up where it’s mouth should be, little more than a hole drooling latex, and then it had engulfed his dick. He fought for a moment, but the sensation overwhelmed him, and he allowed his slave to pleasure him, watching the latex on his palm squirm and grow over his whole hand. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him, but pretty soon there were going to be two rubber drones in the room, and as scared as he was…the pleasure he was feeling was too good to resist.

Obedience School

Warning: contains castration. If that scares you consider yourself warned.
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Alright, it looks like your favorite from last week was the rubber puppy, so here’s some more pupslave training for you. Hope it isn’t too hard to read—these vignettes give me a chance to try out some new techniques.

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You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber—-

puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy—

No, No I’m not—I’m not it’s a lie, I know it’s a lie but why can’t I remember…why can’t I remember my own fucking face?

horny rubber puppy slave… You’re a—

I was human I know I was human…No not was, am human I am human present tense, fucking present tense Spike, come on, and my name wasn’t Spike it was…it was…

happy horny rubber puppy—

I can’t remember, why can’t I remember? What the fuck have they done to me here, why can’t I remember my own fucking name, or my fucking face, or my family, just my masters, oh fuck my fucking sexy fucking masters I hope they play with me today I hope they want to play fetch and dildos and fist and fuck and fuck and let me lick them and fuck and suck their big cocks like a good happy horny rubber puppy slave yeah fuck love my masters love them so much!

slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy—

Got to get a hold of myself, I’ve got to hold on, I can’t lose control like that, not anymore, it’s so damn hard getting it back I have to think I have to remember that they did this to me they forced me to be like this, in this fucking suit, God if they would just turn off that fucking voice for a minute, if I could just have some fucking silence for once I feel like I could get myself together, but how long now? How fucking long have I been listening to this? I don’t even know how long I’ve been here, I lost count so long ago I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve lost count…

horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave—

What did I look like? What do I look like under my face I mean my mask no their mask, not my mask not my face I have to remember this isn’t me I’m not a fucking rubber puppy I’m not their slave I’m not but God, if I’m not that…if I’m not that then what am I?

You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave—

I was human I was human like the masters love my masters—No, not again but I was, wasn’t I? But then why can’t I fucking walk like them? Why can’t I understand them anymore? I could, I remember I could but now it’s just gibberish mostly, did they do this to me? Did they make me unable to understand them or am I just deluding myself?

You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy—

I can’t speak either, but do I need to speak? Barking is good enough to get their attention, when I need food or play, yeah play I love playing playing so much fun like fetching dildo which one I want up my doggy hole feels so good feels so good to be fucked fisted make puppy so happy make me so happy to get fucked by masters love masters love so much serve masters master’s puppy slave master’s happy horny rubber puppy slave I’m a happy horny rubber—No!

horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy—

Why does this feel so good?

slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny—

It does feel good, really good, I wish my puppy cock could get hard…

rubber puppy slave…You’re—

No, I don’t have a puppy cock, I don’t…do I? I don’t…I don’t know anymore. Tell yourself the story, remember what happened, that’s the best way. At the dog park, I remember the dog park, running around sniffing the other dog’s butts yeah love sniffing butts felt so good to be outside wonder if masters will take me outside again sniffing butts before yeah letting other dogs fuck me yeah fucking just a beta have to let others be in control just a puppy slave everyone above me weak obedient love to be fucked feels so good…

a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy—

Masters found me I was stray they found me and like good masters they adopted me they love me but I not good dog I think I alpha but I beta but I just slave so need obedience school need to be obedient need to learn tricks like fetch like dildo love dildo love fuck fuck feel so good love feel masters fuck my butt hole love licking masters’ cocks love being good dog love being obedient pup love being slave being slave feel so good rubber feel so good love being rubber pup love rubber love fuck love play love masters—No fucking No! No, you know what they fucking did to you you know what they did they’re fucking monsters fucking masters no masters fuck me yeah fuck their rubber puppy hard fuck him good good puppy love being fucked by masters and dildos…

slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny…

You know what they did, you know what they did the bastards I can’t believe they did that to me but I was a bad puppy I tried to escape very bad dog yeah such a bad puppy slave I deserved it I deserved it I deserved it I was a very very very very very very bad happy horny rubber puppy slave very very very…

rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave—

I can’t believe they did it, I just can’t…neutered me, they cut my fucking balls off I can’t…I can’t believe they actually…I didn’t deserve it, I deserved it no I didn’t do as they told me I was a bad puppy and bad puppies can’t keep their balls they said bad puppies lose their balls and have their cocks locked away and can’t get hard ever again and bad puppies need extra obedience school until they stop being bad puppies and stop thinking so much and just love masters and love play and love fucking and love dildos and love sniffing butts like good puppies I’m going to be a good puppy going to be a good happy horny rubber puppy slave for masters show them I can be a good dog good dog yeah good dog for masters I was bad puppy very very very very very very very very bad puppy yes I was I deserved it masters say I deserved it so I deserved it and easier now yeah easier to obey less resistance less thinking necessary helps me be a good happy horny rubber puppy slave stop thinking stop worrying…

You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber—

So tired of fighting why am I even fighting anymore?

puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy…

What has fighting ever got me other than neutered I can’t believe they actually did it I thought they didn’t mean it how could they? I was human like them I was! I was! I had a face and a name and a family and balls and now I’m just a neutered beta rubber puppy slave yeah like I deserve to be like my masters want me to be I wonder if we’re going to work on that new word later that word ‘fist’ I like ‘fist’ make my hole feel so good when master say ‘fist’ since puppy can’t use cock ever again I’m going to be ‘fist’ pup they say but need lots training need to take ‘two fist’ wonder how that will feel so good because masters want it because masters say so but big dildos first seen the big dildos they will feel so good in my puppy butt can’t wait can’t wait gonna feel so good…

You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…

Need to be good pup from now on tired of thinking thinking is exhausting thinking is bad I know that stop thinking stop hating masters masters know best masters always right I deserved it I deserved it was very very very very very very very bad was worst puppy could be but will be better masters will be better I promise will be very good fist pup for you will make you so happy so proud no more fighting pup promise no more fighting fighting too hard…