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Forced Freak

Tyson was a uni drop out, nothing special about him other than his pretty face and dedication to his diet. He had no real hobbies and no real friends. The only reason people paid him any real attention was because of his body. However guys got pretty turned off after a one night stand with him when they'd wake up and Tyson would have written them critiques about how to improve their bodies and performance in the bedroom.

Tyson was the worst kind of gym bro, not because he had no real personality, but because he was an asshole with no real personality, in fact when he wasn't coming home from the gym, taking selfies in the mirror or scrolling on grinder for someone to bounce on his waist he spent a large portion of his time staring in the mirror admiring his own perfection.

"fuck yeah, I'm probably the hottest guy alive" he'd say as he rubbed his own crotch.

His arrogant attitude had essentially transformed him into a self obsessed autosexual, whilst he enjoyed sex and having a guy put in all the work whilst he laid back in pleasure he still preferred a night to himself and his mirror.

Tyson flexed his arm one last time, admiring the perfection before him before he turned off his alarm and got up to go to the gym.

"well, I'll see you when I get home handsome" he said winking at his own reflection and snapping his underwear band.

He threw on the folded red tank top and black gym shorts he had lying on his dresser, the ones he had steamed the night before. As he walked out the door he picked up his glass from his morning water and placed it neatly in the dishwasher before turning it on and leaving for the gym.

Upon arriving at the gym Tyson walked into the welcome area where he found 3 tall bodybuilders lined up at the key scanner. Tyson rolled his eyes and tried to avoid contact with them, he hated those freaks. The guys who willingly chose to inflate themselves with disgusting amounts of muscle. Who could barely fit in their cars and he huffed and sweat like bovine beasts when they got on the treadmill.

Tyson quickly got impatient and began tapping his foot as the 3 meatheads were holding up the line.

"are you beasts gonna scan in or am I just waiting here all day"

The three turned their heads to them almost in unison

"yoo you think we are beasts huhu" one flexed his enormous bicep that dwarfed Tyson's head

"hey Ty, what up lil dude. Wanna hit bench with us today? we we can help you grow that chest"

Tyson was disgusted at the thought of working out with the three of them and smelling their terrible stench or listening to them heaving for air.

"no thanks, its hard to improve upon perfection" Tyson said with a smirk

"aw come on dude, you can always improve and get bigger, you aint even close to your limit"

"and I dont want to be" Tyson said with a disgusted frown and one raised eyebrow

There was a loud ding and the three bodybuilders began waddling and shuffling their way through the electronic gate into the gym, having to turn sideways slightly to get their hulking frames in the turn gate.

"This is what I mean" laughed Tyson

"haha, can't blame us for being absolute units man"

"But doesn't it annoy the fuck out of you being like that?"

"no way bro, being this big is fucking awesome"

the three bodybuilders all began laughing and flexing

"I'm sorry I really dont see how turning myself into a...freak would be awesome"

There was a dead silence as the three bodybuilders stopped laughing and turned to him.

"that's a bit of a harsh word bro"

"yeah man don't diss the hobby coz you aint into it"

Tyson smirked flicking as he polished his fitness watch with the edge of his jumper "dude I dont think anyone is into it"

"what the fuck is that supposed to mean"

"umm being so big you have no style because you cant fit into anything, constantly covered in sweat marks, you reek after just a few minutes of exercise, you gulp down water like an elephant who hasn't drunk in a year, can barely fit in your cars and take up so much space, plus I like when guys find me attractive and aren't grossed out by my monstrous body" Tyson turned his back placing his gym bag in the locker completely unaware that the three men he had just insulted looked so red their heads could pop with anger.

"I'LL LET YOU KNOW MY HUSBAND LOOOOVVVEEESSS MY SIZE" the bodybuilder in the middle yelled through his teeth

"whoooaa jayce" the two others said in unison as they grabbed him by the chest and stopped him taking a step forward

"don't shoot the messenger buddy but Im pretty sure your husband wouldn't be disappointed if you lost 30-40lsb of muscle, pretty sure he'd enjoy date night without sitting across from a behemoth stuffing himself so full of protein like a slob"

Jayce threw his arms up in the air and pushed his two friends off of him turning around and walking away.

Tyson ignored the interaction implying pulling his towel and drink bottle out of his gym bag.

"You know what you need Ty..."

"and what's that Mark?" Tyson tiredly asked rolling his eyes

"A real good bulk, make ya real big, that'll change your mind" Mark smirked looking at his friend who was smiling back.

"whatever" Tyson groaned as he walked off into the gym.

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A few hours had passed and Tyson was in the changing room admiring himself after his workout. It was enough to pump him to that perfect spot where he looked just slightly bigger and was a little sore, but not enough to make him sweat or stimulate the sort of growth a lot of gym guys were after.

Tyson flexed one bicep and ran his other hand down his thigh feeling himself get hard.

"Oh yeah handsome, just wait till I get you in my bed" He smirked at his own reflection.

Just then he heard the sound to the changing rooms open, his hand quickly shot up from his thigh, not wanting anyone to see his moment of lust.

He watched in the mirror as Jayce rounded the corner, his massive and wide shoulders causing him to bump into subway tiled wall. A massive smile lit up on Jayce's face as he saw Tyson standing there.

"Yep" Jayce yelled out

Dylan quickly followed behind and began walking towards Tyson, not that he thought much of it.

"Grab his left Dylan?"

"No worried Jayce"

Tyson was shocked as the two hulking bodybuilders suddenly grabbed hold of his arms and used what felt like all of their strength to sandwich him between them.

"h-HEY WHAT THE FUCK GET OFF" Tyson struggled and squirmed to get out of there grip but it felt like he was being pressed between two stone walls, he was unable to do anything other than pathetically kick his legs.

Just then Tyson heard the door to the changing rooms lock as Mark rounded the corner.

"Mark!, tell your fucking boys to let me go!"

The three bodybuilder's laughed as Mark walked closer holding a strange metal container in his hand that resembled a protein shaker.

"Hey lil dude" Said Mark with a big smirk across his face

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THREE WANT" Tyson snapped.

"to prove you wrong man" Jayce whispered

'w-what" Tyson continued to flounder and squirm to no avail

"you said being a bodybuilder sucked, well we are gonna prove you wrong" Dylan smirked tightly squeezing Tyson's arms

"h-how, Im not gonna start bodybuilding because you three threaten me"

"oh there is no threat bud, we have got something we want to try but dont know about the side effects wanna test it"

"ARE YOU GONNA JAB MY ASS FULL OF ROIDS" Tyson squeaked pathetically

"no dude, of course not" Said Mark

"we already know the side effects to roids" laughed Jayce

Mark grabbed onto Tyson's perfect hair and forcefully pulled his head back, Tyson couldn't see but he felt Jayce wrap his giant muscular arm around his pinning his between Jayce's bulky bicep and forearm and grabbing his cheeks forcing his jaw open.

"bottoms up pretty boy" Mark said as he flicked the cap off the contained with his thumb and shoved the mouth piece into Tyson's mouth.

"MMMMM -MMMM -MMMMMMM!!!!!!" Tyson tried to yell but his mouth was full of a strange thick liquid.

Mark dropped the contained and grabbed Tyson's nose still forcing the container to his lips

"gotta drink if you wanna breathe buddy"

Tyson couldn't hold it any longer

GULP...GULP...GULP.....GULP

Tyson sucked down what was in his mouth and what continued to pour from the container, when the last drop was drunk and all he could taste was air the three bodybuilders all let go in unison and Tyson dropped to the ground gasping for air.

"How long does it take to work Mark?"

"errr container says a few minutes for a start and a week for full effects"

Tyson couldn't concentrate on what the three were talking about, his body began to feel like it was being super heated, like his muscles and bones were being fried into pudy.

Tyson's hand began to tremble, as he looked at it pressed against the cold tiled floor he noticed his thumb enlarging, getting longer and thicker, it spread to all his fingers and his hand, at first he thought it was an allergic reaction but it wasn't puffy or fat, it was hard solid and defined, like all the muscles in his hands were suddenly expanding, he watched as his handed swelled up to the size of dinner plates as veins in his arms and forearms pumped in sync with his heart beat.

His forearms stared growing outwards and he felt his already tight and pumped biceps ache as they swelled even bigger. Seeing his reflection in the mirror he looked like a bad art project as different parts of his body were swelling with size and different times, his shoulders got wider as his calves got bigger, his pecs inflated as his feet grew out of his shoes, his abs bloated into a semi roid gut as his quads quickly filled with blood, and his ass pumped up into a big meaty globe as his traps crept up his back swallowing his necks.

after just a few minutes the three bodybuilders were stunned looking down at the sweaty bulky mess that was Tyson on the floor of the changing room.

Tyson had watched the whole thing in the mirror but still he couldn't recognise himself, what had happened, what they did to him.

He looked like one of them, a bodybuilder.

"w-what did you do to me" Tyson moaned, out of breath and out of energy

"damn, he got huge so quick, and he still has a week to go?"

"please, no, no bigger, turn me back"

the three bodybuilders began to have a conversation around Tyson like he wasn't even there as he tried to pick himself up off the floor. A few minutes passed and Tyson finally stood up. He felt uncomfortable, muscles he didn't even know where near each other rubbed up against each other like every aspect of his body was fighting for space.

Tyson looked at himself horrified in the mirror at the big bulky freak he had become.

"oh fuck..m..my perfect body" he turned to the three men behind him "please, please you gotta turn me back"

"you still got a week of growin left bud" Mark replied

"PLEASE I CAN'T GET BIGGER"

Jayce smirked trying to contain his laughter

"Look dude, we said we were gonna show you how being a bodybuilder is awesome, let it go for a week and we'll check back in and if you still hate it, we'll turn you back"

Tyson turned back to his reflection and flexed, freaked out by his bicep being larger than his own head.

"see, its already awesome, see you later dude"

The three bodybuilders started walking out of the changing room

"no WAIT!!"

Tyson ran over to his bag feeling the weight of his new body with every step and feeling his hard muscles bounce. He leant over and swung his bag over his shoulder. He watched as the door closed behind the three and he ran to catch up. Every step was a chore, it was like an entire workout for just one leg to hold up the weight of his new massive body.

By the time he reached the door Tyson doubled over gasping for air, he placed his giant meaty hand on the wall and slid down the the floor, he had only run a few feet but it felt like he had just done and three hours of cardio without a break, he felt the sweat running down his back and struggled to come up with a reason anyone would want to be this big, why guys would dedicate their lives to become titans.

it took 15 minutes, for Tyson to catch his breath and stand up again and by the time that happened the three he was after were already gone, he walked through the gym defeated hoping nobody would recognise him. He made it to the turn gate and as he went to go through he felt a hard pressing against his shoulders. Not at all used to his new size Tyson hadn't adjusted the angle that he approached the gate and found himself stuck between the two steel bars. Tyson pushed with his back leg but didn't realise the power behind his colossal quads as he easily pushed himself out but he couldn't stop the moment and he came tumbling forward face first onto the floor in front and multiple gym attendants.

"woah, you okay big guy" one of them asked,

Tyson looked up and saw the other two doing their best not to laugh.

"yeah I'm fine!" Tyson tried to get up as fast as he could but the sheer weight of his frame meant it was an awkward step by step process that took almost a whole minute.

Tyson quickly raced out the doors as fast as his could but once again misjudged his giant muscles and his two shoulders slammed into the automatic doors not realising they weren't wide enough for him. A loud bang rang out and Tyson looked back as the glass automatic doors wobbled and shook, and ounce more pressure and they would have surely crashed down around him.

Tyson waddled through the car park desperate to get to his car. Swinging open the door he quickly realised why he had never seen a bodybuilder in a sleek sports car, he didn't fit, just one leg stepped in and there wasn't any more room for him to squeeze in. He tried everything, moving the seat back, moving the wheel up, but still he didn't fit. After about 10 minutes of doing everything he could think of to get in he just decided to force his way in.

Sliding into the car he felt cramped, and when he closed the driver's door it bounced off his arm and swung back open denting the car next to him. Tyson tried again leaning all the way into his car and shutting the door. It shut but as he sat back up he found himself on an awkward angle to the wheel, he tried to adjust himself to roll down the window so he could stick his arm out and get more space but as he placed his arm down on the leather seat to push his own body out the way he heard a loud tearing. His clothes didn't feel loser and he couldn't see what had torn but it sounded bad...

When Tyson arrived home he squeezed himself out of his car, it felt like being freed from a sardine can but as he turned around to shut his door he had found the source of the tearing noise from earlier, in the centre of the seat, directly under where he was, was now a large split right down the leather, seats that cost over a thousand dollars to fix split apart like paper, and that wasn't the worst of it, he looked at the lower back of the seat to see how the leather had warped and swollen from the amount of sweat that had been pressed against it.

"AW MAN" Tyson moaned slammed his car door, not realising the force his arms were able to put behind it and as the door lodged into place his hand carried the momentum behind it straight into the metal of the car leaving a large dent from his palm.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME"

Tyson stormed over to his front door just wanting the day to end. He pulled up his keys to the front door and fumbled for a few minutes as he struggled to sort though them with his massive meaty fingers, finally he got in the door and shut it behind him as gently as he could which still resulted in a slam.

His stomach let out a loud groan, he had never felt so hungry so sudden in his life, Tyson tried to walk to the kitchen but realised it was more of a waddle has his massive muscular thighs slammed into each other. Arriving in front of his fridge he opened it up and grabbed one of his already made meals out and placed it in the microwave to heat up. He watched in spinning round and heard his stomach grumble as the 2 minutes felt like an entirety. Finally he heard the beep and opened up the microwave to devour his meal. What normally would have left him feeling full for hours didn't even make a dent in his hunger. Tyson opened up his fridge and moved on to his next meal without even heating it up, then another, then a protein shake to wash it down, then another meal and a couple apples, along with a banana or two, and of course he had to pull some of the muffins out of the freezer to defrost to have a bit later.

Tyson sat on his couch, feeling groggy and finally full. He looked around him, plates, protein shakers, wrappers and plastic containers were spread out all over his lounge room from the floor to the coffee table. He felt so heavy he didn't want to get up, he just wanted to pass out on his couch and go to sleep. As his eyes began to drift close...

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The loudest belch he had ever heard forced him to jolt awake.

"aw fuc-uuuuUUURRPPP, this place is a mess"

Tyson finally realised he had trashed his lounge room in his feeding frenzy, he got up to try and clean but he didn't get very far. His body was so massive it was hard to move between his furniture and it was hard for him to constantly bend down to pick stuff up. On his second trip back from the kitchen to clean the last of the mess he finally noticed where he had been sitting, and the enormous sweat patch pressed into the fabric.

He pulled his tight tank top out from his body realising it looked like he had never washed it in his life.

"god, I need a fucking shower"

He made his way down the hall to the bathroom where he was shocked by his own reflection. He knew he had been turned into a hulking behemoth but, he looked like a completely different person now. His tank top was tight and clung to his body as his pecs hung out the sides. It was covered in sweat patches and strains from spilt protein shakes and food. His face was covered in a coat of sweat and his hair was oiler than he'd ever seen before. Tyson's gut churned as he let out another belch. He suddenly felt a tightness in his pants and he got hard.

"what the fuck..."

Tyson lifted up one arm to flex his bicep, he watched the sweat running down from his pits to his lats, he swallowed a quick gulp of air expecting maybe a small burp but was greeted with a massive room shaking belch. Tyson couldn't help it, he got rock solid staring at his sweaty body and hearing his own manly belching.

He worked his hand down awkwardly to his dick and started to pleasure himself.

He couldn't work it out, he missed his perfect body, he missed his old self, he was grossed out by being such a freak but god he was too horny to not please himself.

Right before his big moment he felt a wave of heat surge out into his body, his clothes felt tighter and suddenly the left strap of his tank top snapped as his shoulder, pec and arm practically doubled in size.

"AAH NO, NO NOT AGAIN"

Tyson watched as his dirty tank was torn to shreds by his growing body. His shorts felt tighter and tighter, soon he felt the sound of ripping fabric. As he turned to the side to inspect his growing legs he saw as his muscled ass split his pants in the back and the fabric quickly tore through making his shorts look like a bad loin clothe prop from a Halloween costume.

"OH FUCK NO, STOP, STOP AHHHH"

Tyson could only watch as his body continued to rapidly grow in the mirror...

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3 weeks later

Tyson leant back on the workout bench groaning and gasping for air. It was the most he had ever lifted, not that he wanted to get bigger but it was the only thing he could do with his day at this point.

He heard the noise of 3 guys cheering as Mark, Jayce and Dyaln approached him.

"HEY BIG MAN" Said Mark

"oh great, what do you guys want"

"relax big guy, just wanted to bring you a snack" Dylan laughed as he pulled out a paper bag of drive through crispy chicken and handed it to Tyson.

"Dont forget to wash it down" said Jayce handing him a protein shake

Tyson didn't have the will power to hold back, his new muscle and size burnt so much fuel from simple existing he was practically starving constantly. He immediately reached into the bag and started eating as much as he could as fast as he could, washing it down with a swig of the protein shake, only taking breaks to gasp for air.

A river of chocolate protein ran down his cheek and dripped onto his XXXL tank top, which looked more like a medium crop top on him.

A young handsome gym attendant walked over to the group with a smile on his face.

"hey guys, just a reminder, you can't eat like that in here save it for outside okay" He smiled as he looked straight into Tyson's eyes.

Tyson's mind was racing, this guy was the most handsome guy he had ever seen in his life, we wanted to apologise for being such a slob, hell, he wanted to ask the guy on a date.

Tyson rubbed the crumbs and protein from his mouth away with the back of his hand and opened his mouth. Immediately he gritted his teeth and almost by instinct at this point cocked the side of his mouth open.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP!!

Tyson couldn't help but belch and burp as he struggled to get a word out.

"bro..that's nasty" the gym attendant laughed as he walked away.

Mark, Jayce and Dylan all erupted with laughter.

"DUUUUUUDDEEEE" yelled Dylan

"You aren't gonna get a date like that dude I tell you that" laughed Jayce

"They probably wouldn't date him even if he didn't burp every couple of minutes, I mean who wants to date a bodybuilder freak right guys" Mark laughed as he rubbed Tyson's shoulders

"Yeah, you're right Mark, nobody wants a freak like Tyson" Dylan chuckled.

Tyson couldn't control it, the sound of their laughter, the way the three called him a freak and a slob. His dick got hard and he felt as a mixture of pre and cum leaked into his underwear.

They were never going to change him back, he was going to be stuck as this good for nothing muscle pig, forever....

he threw himself back down on the bench..

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

Hey I have a situation I’m wandering if you can help me with. I’m on this long flight from New York to London and there’s this trust fund business bro on the same row as me. He’s acting all smug and is taking up space and being so rude and loud. He’s also being so mean to the flight staff acting like he’s so above them. Any way you can humble him a bit on this flight and make it a bit nicer for the staff and the rest of us passengers?

I'm a bit out of practice. But I'm currently filling in for a friend during his vacation… So let me see… To give you all quick relief, I'll send the loudmouth straight to sleep. Then he'll finally stop playing with his cell phone and laptop… Instead of his annoying, self-important drivel, you'll just hear snoring. Sonorous snoring. And a bit of drool running out of the corner of his mouth. It drips onto his expensive tailored suit. And it starts to change. The fabric starts to shine. Stripes appear on the sleeves and legs. And the fabric gets tighter and tighter. And with the fabric, the body of the pain in the neck is squeezed. The slim body of a lad emerges from the expensive personal trainer's steel body. The smell of expensive aftershave dissipates. A mixture of sweat and cheap deodorant comes from his corner. Shit, you love that smell. A fit lad in the changing room after school sports. And after a few moments, the face of the former Wall Street wannabe also appears. An 18-year-old scally in an Adidas tracksuit with an expensive haircut. We'll fix that too. His red hair has been styled by his Turkish barber for five pounds. Now get rid of your laptop, laptop bag and Louis Vuitton weekend bag. Your dirty clothes are now in a Nike backpack. Where the laptop was, there is now a bottle of beer. And his cell phone is an old model with a scratched display that slipped out of his hand in his sleep.

Now the guy isn't annoying you anymore, now he's making you horny. A little English chav who's obviously having a hot dream. His boner is building a magnificent tent in his trousers. And your cock is getting hard like steel… You reach into his crotch. He wakes up and looks at you with wide-open eyes. “Do you want to earn ten pounds, you little fag?” you ask him. He looks deep into your eyes and says, “Only if I get paid in advance.” You make your way to the airplane bathroom. This isn't the first time he's done this, and he follows you at a respectful distance. Thanks to his slim build, he has no problem kneeling on the floor of the cramped bathroom and skillfully freeing your cock. Dude, whatever he normally charges for cock-sucking, he deserves every penny! And he really does swallow every drop you cum. Changing positions is challenging. But you also do your best to return the favor on his boner.

You have no idea how he does it. But by the time the seat belt signs come on, he has earned almost 80 pounds. He asks you after landing if he can crash at your place. He doesn't feel like going to his parents' council house. Dude, today really is your lucky day.

I've set his transformation so that he has to cum 2,500 times before he realizes that he's in the body of a very talented hustler. I didn't exactly count, but the customer approaching him from behind could be that guy. Don't be surprised if he comes home a bit agitated in a minute. You don't need to tell him that he has to cum another 2,500 times before he gets back into his real body. But I'll give you my contact details in case your best hustler wants to get back into his hot body.

Here is a orgasm-denial edging controller I built (in a temporary enclosure). I modeled it after a commercially available edging machine sold on the internet. The OLED display shows the victim's "arousal" level, as detected by an air pressure sensor (to which the orange tube is connected). The other end of the tube is connected to an inflatable butt plug. As a man approaches orgasm, his kegel muscles contract spontaneously, placing pressure on the plug. This pressure is measured by the system. When the pressure exceeds a certain threshold, signalling an impending orgasm, the teasing vibrator, also controlled by the system, shuts off, denying the victim the climax they are longing to have.

Notice how the yellow bar-graph responds to pressure placed on the inflatable plug.

Note the controller (bottom), white wire leading to the vibrator motor, the orange tubing leading to the inflatable butt plug and inflation bulb.

The edging vibrator is at the top of this photo. It presses against the victim's caged member, transmitting vibration from which there is no escape. When the victim gets too close to the elusive orgasm, the vibrator instantly shuts off, robbing him of climax. Once his arousal level drops (i.e. the pressure on the plug drops below threshold), a delay begins, giving his impending orgasm a chance to subside. Once the delay elapses, the vibrator starts again. This cycle repeats for the duration of the restraint session.

Detail of the edging vibrator. It was removed from the "handle" of a battery powered wand vibrator. I created a 3D printed clamshell holder to enable it to be mounted on a length of conduit.

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Bull

(Original story posted August 10th 2021) Minor Edits and Corrections!

Eric couldn’t help but stare as he watched a huge hairy bear of a man pass by him. All his life he’d wanted to look like that. Big and manly with impressive muscles and body hair from head to toe. Yet he felt like he was cursed to look like a skinny twink. It’s not that he thought he wasn’t good looking or anything. He pulled off the boyish twink look incredibly well and had been hit on by tons of other gay men in the past. But despite that something just never felt right. Like deep down he couldn’t help feeling as though this wasn’t who he was.

He sighed, watching the bearish brute strode away. He then looked down at his own smooth and skinny form. Eric hung his head in silence for a moment, looking down into the lake he was sitting beside. “Maybe one day...” Eric mumbled to himself while kicking his feet in the water slightly. He’d tried for years to get bigger by going to the gym and eating better but his body hardly ever changed not to mention he hadn’t ever been to grow body hair to save his life. Who was he kidding? He was never gonna look like that guy.

Once he’d finished mopping around, Eric got up and headed into the public restroom to relieve himself. It was a single person restroom so he was able to lock it from the outside door.

Once he’d finished up and washed his hands, Eric was about to leave when he noticed something he hadn’t seen when he walked in. On the back of the exit door to the restroom hung a red speedo. Eric could’ve sworn it wasn’t there when he’d locked the door earlier and yet there it was now. Out of curiosity he grabbed the speedo to take a look.

Upon closer examination, he realised that the speedo felt slightly damp, like someone had been sweating in them. He pulled the speedo up to his nose and was greeted by a powerful musky smell that only a real man could produce. a scent so strong and potent it could hypnotise even the straightest of men.

Despite the desire to dig his nose back into the fabric, Eric found himself mesmerised by the letters on the crotch area of the speedo that spelled out the word “BULL” the word repeated over and over in his mind as the speedo got a grip on him. Before he knew it, Eric found himself pulling the speedo over his head in a way that allowed the crotch to engulf his nose before starting to remove his clothes. Kicking off his shoes and socks, throwing off his t-shirt and pulling down his shorts and underwear all while hugging on the overpowering smell. Then once he was nude, as if on auto pilot, Eric reluctantly pulled the Speedo away from his face and yanked on as fast as he could. Quickly securing it around his crotch and backside even if it was a tad bit loose.

Suddenly, Eric’s body began to heat up. Slowly but surely he started to grow larger. His legs bulked up into thick trunks as his feet grew sizes upon sizes bigger. His chest and abdomen grew larger and thicker as strong abs and pecs began to take form. His shoulders blew-up into thick masses as his biceps and triceps started to bulge with newfound power while his hands grew larger and fatter. The speedo began to fit Eric perfectly as his ass grew thick and juicy with muscle. On the other hand his cock extended from a 5 inch hard to a 9 inch, becoming thicker and thicker while his balls grew fatter and fuller.

As Eric’s face began to slightly reshape itself, his hair receded into a much shorter cut. This was swiftly followed by a mass of body hair beginning to grow across his body leaving him with hairy buff legs, hairy forearms, a furry stomach and a beautiful pelt of hair spread across his chest. Eric also gained a larger bush above his cock while his plump butt gained a generous layer of hair. Last but certainly not least, Eric’s face started to itch as hair began to poke through forming stubble which swiftly grew into a beard. One that swiftly grew thicker and thicker until he looked like the perfect hairy muscle daddy.

Eric slowly came out of whatever trance he was in, looking down at his new and improved body before letting out a scream that now sounded more like a deep roar with his new voice. Eric was in total shock but despite that he couldn’t help but feel extremely horny as he looked into the mirror above the sink to see what looked to still be himself but transformed into the complete daddy he’d always wished he was.

He wasted no time feeling up every inch of his new body before whipping out his new massive cock that had been straining the speedo. Eric wrapped a large hand around his thick new daddy dick and began pumping it enthusiastically. Moaning in a deep baritone as he did. “Oh fuuuuuuck yeeah I’m such a fuuckin daddy hunk!” He proclaimed to himself while rubbing his chest hair before he flexed his free arm in the mirror. “Ooooooh yeeeeaaahh FUCK!!” He gripped his dick harder as he jerked off furiously, feeling the intense pleasure build up. “I’m such a fucking DADDY!” He roared! “I’m such a… FU-FUCKING… **BULL!**” And with that final word a fountain of cum came rushing from Eric’s cock. Splattering the mirror and himself with ridiculous amounts of it as he drained his new bull balls completely.

Eric must’ve spent at least another 20 minutes locked in the restroom checking himself out before he finally decided to head out. As he stood at the shore of the lake, only in the speedo after leaving his old clothes behind, he couldn’t help but feel happy knowing that he now had that body that he felt comfortable in.

‘Hope whoever goes into that restroom next doesn’t mind the mess I left in there’ Eric thought to himself with a small chuckle.

An amazing blend of rope, leather, muscle, and superhero costume. Perfection 👌🔥

Rubber Story: The Assimilation - Become Rubberbiodroid

Hello all, I decided to share my all time favourite story. I found it on the net quiet a while ago and it was a hetero style fetish story. So I decided to keep the content and rewrite it in terms of gender and sexuality. While I did so the story developed further in my mind and I pimped it with all the nasty thoughts in my head and my favourite gear:  heavy duty rubber, gasmasks, breathing gear. Hope you enjoy the ride. If so leave a comment! Greetz

The Assimilation

In the year 2040, the global council decided that criminals are handed over to a new facility created by government scientists, the Biodroid Facility. Inside, these scientists have designed a hive mind, where convicts are assimilated into a Collective, becoming half-man half-machine. Enduring unbelievable pleasure in the process.

Mike, a curious 23 year old blonde muscular bloke hearing stories about the Hive, is keen to see inside the facility. But he has an ulterior motive for taking his unsuspecting boyfriend, Dan.

“What the Hell are we doing here?” Dan exclaimed, as they neared the huge grey building .

“This is the Biodroid Facility, for God’s sake! You‘ve heard the stories about this place!”

Mike, grabbed Dan’s arm. “Come on, lets take the tour, lets see if the stories are true!”

The guards did not challenge them as they entered the building. They had no interest in keeping subjects out of the facility. They entered the lobby, where they were immediately greeted by a gorgeous, bright blue eyed guy, named Lucas he would be their tour guide. Lukas was not just any odd tour guide however, he was also one of the leading scientists (with a bit of a fetish, in this kind of thing) that had helped create the facility, two years previous.

“Hi!” he enthused. “Welcome to the world-famous Biodroid Facility. If you want to see the latest in cyborg technology, you’ve definitely come to the right place. And we’re delighted to see you here.”

“This way, please. We’ll hit the research labs first.”

He led them through a series of softly sliding dull steel doors. They emerged in a long, window-lined corridor. Behind the windows, was a row of men. Each were young and muscular. Some wore what looked like black latex body suits, some were naked. Some were sat in chairs others lay on tables .Wires, tubes, hoses and cables protruded from their skulls, bellies and dicks. The boys, moaned, mewed, twitched, convulsed and each shared a lustful gaze.

On the other side of the corridor, there sat a row of men. Each engaged in similar sexual experimentation to the others, opposite. Men, in a tight white latex uniform made careful notes on their clipboards.

“This is where we design our interfaces and hardware” Lucas explained. “With the interfaces, our goal is to transmit pleasure from our drones nervous system into the Hive as efficiently as possible. And we’re doing pretty well. Today’s interface is twice as effective as last year’s”.

The lovers followed their guide, as he walked further down the corridor.

“One of the projects I’m working on currently, is the mating of two of our drones.”

“Who knows, maybe one day we will be able to create a super-race of humans, from this collective.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t show that bit of our research department. It’s still classified, the military seem quite interested in it!.”

Lucas, glanced at his clipboard. “Oh, Yes.” he smiled, “It seems like we have a bit of a treat in store, for you two.” He turned to the stainless steel door, swiping his security card through the slot in the wall. “Come with me, you’re about to see something guests and visitors, don’t normally get to see.”

Lucas lead the two lovers through a series of corridors, they seemed to carry on forever. Until finally, they reached a single stainless steel door.

“This is one of our punishment and detention units. Before assimilation, the criminals are brought to these units for punishment to begin. Here, we have one prisoner arriving and one leaving”. Lucas explained.

Again, Lucas swiped his card and the door slid open. Inside, the room was about the size of half a tennis court. It was warm, very humid and smelt a bit like a sweaty gym. Surrounding the room were several pods, each pod was about six foot high, with a curved glass front. A curious pink fluid filled the pods and as the two lovers neared them, they realized each contained an inhabitant. Three quarters of these, seemed to be occupied. Faint moaning could be heard through the glass. Dan, peered through the glass, they were all trying to thrust their hips.

Inside the empty chambers, was a metallic plate in an upright position. The plate contained an indented profile, of a human body and it was obviously the rear. A large, smooth metallic phallus protruded from the concave butt of the profile.

“What’s the punishment then?.” Mike asked.

“Well, this is the part of the project I’m particularly proud of. Convicts are brought here before their assimilation and held in a state of extreme sexual excitement. Dependant on the crime, some can be in here for as long as twelve months. However sexual climax can never be attained. Trust me, by the end of it, they’re gagging for release. ”

Soon after entering the room, two guards entered. Carrying, a completely naked young man, they dragged the bloke in by the arms. The guards were dressed in substantial black body armor, thick rubber gleaming from underneath each had a hooded S10 gasmask with tinted lenses strapped over their head padlocked to a thick rubber collar. From each mask 2 corrugated hoses extended to a backpack where they joined a T-valve connected to two rubber breathing bags and a medium sized gas bottle. The valves and mounting threads were all covered with rubber and seemed glued to be irremovable. Same for the harness of the backpack. The rebreathing bags were already inflating and deflating heavily. Each wore matching black rubber gloves and heavy duty boots all locked on with padlocked rubber shackles.

“You sick, fucking bastards.” the bloke screamed.

That had been his last insults shouted as one of the guards roughly pushed a thick red ballgag into his mouth and tightly buckled it behind his head.  

The young man, seemed to have a web of dark silver strands, over his upper body, nipples and crotch. They looked almost like, raised grey veins.

“As you can see, they’ve already been working on him downstairs. Those silver lines you see on his body, are the surface components of the orgasm-suppressant hardware, he‘s been fitted with. Basically, the hardware consists of electro-contractile metallic fibres, these fibres are coiled around the muscles that spasm during orgasm. As the subject reaches the peak of sexual excitement, these fibres contract and arrest the muscles. Also, if the hardware were to fail, the drug we administer through the breathing gear, will suppress any orgasm. Thus, climax is totally impossible, no matter how much stimulation they receive.”

Mike grew evermore interested in Lucas’s commentary. “And this is the same with every male subject.”

“Yes, Totally.” Lucas turned and pointed to one of the pods on the other side of the room. “You see that one, he’s been in there a month and his sentence is up. Once the guards have finished with the new boy here, he’s coming out! You‘ll get a good demonstration then.”

Lucas, turned back to face the new subject who was still struggling against the guards.

“This one, is to receive “special” treatment. He was convicted this morning, for helping the homosexual underground militia. He has been given the maximum sentence, twelve months.” Lucas grinned, “You see between his legs.”

The two lovers, stared at the subjects crotch. A cylinder protruded from his groin and pocking from the top of this were two small pins, about an half an inch tall.

“The cylinder has ports you see, it is a standard attachment. But that little o-shaped nub below it, that’s a nasty add-on, trust me! He’s been fitted with a prostate stimulator, it‘ll drive him to the verge of madness.”

The guards continued, to carry the boy to one of the vacant chambers. One of them, reached into the chamber and withdrew what appeared to be a black heavy latex surf suit with arms that ended straitjacket-like hugging the own body and a hooded gas mask with a wide collar attached. The boy eyed the two items and began to scream again. Only muffled grunts escaped his mouth.

He continued to stain against the guards that were breathing rapidly through their nearly closed systems by now. But, it was clear even though the man was not going to win this battle against the muscular guards. The two men forced the boy into the prelubed suit, with a snap the heavy collar of the suit was in place and the boy was efficiently embracing his own body.

“Why are they putting him into this latex suit?” Dan enquired. He didn’t show it, but he was becoming quite disturbed about the unfolding scene.

“The suit is made of a special material we’ve developed here, we call slickskin. You saw some, back in the research labs. It’s a impregnated polymer latex, that promotes sexual hormone production, excitement and sensitivity. Not only that, but its highly elastic and contours to the wearers body extremely well. You’ll see even more and heavier of it, in the next part of the tour. The thick inter-face suits we use during the assimilation process, are made from it too.”

The guards lifted the subject, impaling his tight little ass, on the rubber knob at the back of the pod. The boy arched his back and yelped, as the slick shaft slid deep into him. The knob, virtually immobilised the boy further, his kicking and flailing ceased. The restraint system, then pinned the bloke into the impression behind.

The guard left holding the mask, stepped forward. He pulled the boys head forward and slid the mask over. It was a full “hood type” mask that wrapped tightly round his head, the front contained two small glass eye holes and a single reinforced hose that dangled from the mouth. The collars of the suit and the hood connected to each other and were padlocked shut. The guard, then connected the hose into a socket in the rear of the pod. The boys upper body now heavily heaving, as his breathing became ragged through the mask. Steroids, hormones and oxygen were now being pumped into the mask. The boys muffled cries turned to mews, the suit and gas were speedily taking effect on his body.

The guards initiated the pods equipment. An arm ascended from the floor and socketed into the cylinders port, with a loud click. It was obvious the boy was now having intense pleasure introduced, every muscle in his body seemed to clench. Two more arms snaked over his nips, each ending in a chrome ring. The rings pierced through the suit and locked themselves onto his nipples, they immediately began to enlarge.

“Over the course of the punishment we expect, primary and secondary sexual organs to enlarge by as much as 100%.”

The pod began to flood with the strange pink substance, the rest of the pods were filled with. The liquid was a synthetic embryonic fluid, that would allow the still human inmate, to survive without food or sleep.

“Dependant upon the prisoners arousal levels, the pod will, download or upload diluted pleasure directly from the hive. Of course, the hardware we‘ve installed, will never let him cum.”

Dan, stood speechless, as this young man was put through this ordeal. He watched him try to buck his hips, his belly undulating in the process. But to no avail, he would never going to be able to reach his goal.

“Give it up, you won’t get there.” Lucas said, with glee.

He turned to the guards that seemed to knew what was to come now. Lucas pushed a button on a small remote control. With a click the valves on their breathing systems turned to fully closed and sealed from the outside world. A loud hiss in their thightly strapped gasmasks and  also a faint whirring of pumps could be heard as the guards’ buttplugs and gags were inflating to the max. Soft moans escaped the guards masked faces.

Lucas said “This is the guards reward and training at the same time. They got a highly concentrated dose of poppers shot into their now closed breathing systems. They have to process the next subject before they collapse in orgasm or pass out. If they pass out they will subjected to special punishment later.”

The lovers watched the now unsteady steps and the rapidly increasing inflating and deflating rhythm of the guards’ breathing bags. As they neared the pod containing the now to be freed male subject.

“Now watch this!”

The three followed the guards to the pod Lucas had pointed out, just a few moments before. One of them reached to the consol and deactivated the pod. Immediately, the guy inside began to cum violently, his body crashed against the chrome restraints. His cock tugged at the tubes and hoses connected to it. Slowly the spasms slowed, the fluid drained from the pod and the guards released the restraints and tubes. His body collapsed from the pod and crashed to the floor.

Moaning, the guards tried to drag him back through the door they had entered but on the way one of them fell to the floor. Another hiss and in terror both guards were trying to remove their locked on gasmask hoods with gloved hands but to no avail. As they got more and more panicked due to the lack of fresh air and the amount of amyl in their collapsing breathing bags both bodies spasmed. The one who fell to the floor passed out and the other pantingly on his knees climaxed into his suits. With a click their breathing systems set back to normal. Two additional guards entered the room and carried the inmate freed from the pod away. Shortly they entered again and all three dragged the unconscious guard out. Punishment awaited him.

“That’s all folks” Lucas, announced with an evil grin. “Unfortunately, this subject is going back to the research labs, we‘ve some tests to run. So we won’t be seeing an assimilation today, I’m afraid. But we‘ll see how they end up, we‘re off the main halls now!”

Mikes heart sank slightly as he was told this. He was desperate, to see more helpless souls harnessed into rubber and machines. But he knew he would soon, be seeing the great halls he’d heard about.

He turned to Dan, “That was amazing!”

“Was it?” Dan replied.

The three left the room. Another steel door led them into an elevator, which whisked them up to the next level. They steped from the elevator and into a dimly lit tall hallway, again very warm and humid, the smell of sex hit them.

This hall was lined with individual chambers, possibly a hundred in total. As the three stepped forward, they peered through the glass doors on the chambers. All contained an inhabitant, male. Each was suited in a similar dull black heavy rubber wadersuits and sat in a sort of bucket seat. Wires and tubes, entered their bodies in a multitude of places, though primarily in the groin area. The suits they all wore, were quiet thick and the inter-face circuitry and tubes that made them become Rubberbiodroid, could all clearly be seen under the black membrane. The drones heads were covered with a tight fitting black steel helmet, embedded S10 gasmasks with blacked out lenses totally obscuring the face and head. Their bodies, spasmed and quivered to an unseen stimuli, except from a gentle pulsing hum, all was silent.

Mike gasped softly as he saw them. What an existence! It was, so …sexy, futuristic, out of this world, they didn’t even look human. But then, they weren’t human, not anymore. They were Rubberbiodroid.

Dan noticed that Mikes nipples were hard beneath his lycra sports top.

“Normally, the subjects are brought straight from the punishment unit and assimilated. They’re pretty docile by the time they reach here. The orgasm suppressant hardware, you saw in the punishment unit, is left inside their bodies. Without this, the orgasm they would endure during the early stages of assimilation, could potentially damage required physiological structures. The human frame was never designed to form orgasms that powerful. So during assimilation, the sexual organs and surrounding tissues are strengthened and improved. Once the assimilation is 75% complete, the suppressant hardware is deactivated and the drone is then allowed to orgasm. Besides, the first few millilitres of human ejaculate are quite precious. The synthetic ejaculate the drones produce after assimilation, only contains 50% the chemicals and hormones we require.”

“This way.” Lucas instructed, walking to the end of the hall.

He led them through yet another steel door. Behind this door was another row of chambers, but these were empty.

He turned to the two lovers.

“So, who wants to try out a cubicle?. Why don’t you give it a shot? See how things could be for you.” said Lucas, eyeing Dan.

Dan looked at his boyfriend in horror. “Are you out of mind? I’m not getting in there!”

Lucas laughed. “Relax! It’s perfectly safe. You need a key to activate it for real. We like to let our guests try it out in standby mode, just to get a feel for what it’s like.” Mike gazed expectantly at the reluctant Dan. He was staring at him, giving him the kind of look which said that their relationship might be made or broken right here. “Don’t be a pansy!“

Dan swallowed hard. “All right.What do I have to do?”

Lucas pressed a button on the wall and the door of one of these chambers, hissed slowly open. The Chamber was internally small and contained a moulded black rubber seat. The seat was contoured to fit a man’s body and had small leg and arm supports in the appropriate places. The lower portion in the saddle of the seat, contained an opening roughly where your asshole would end up if you sat in it. Draped over the top of the chair, was what appeared to be one of those black heavy rubber wadersuits, the same they had seen previously.

“Just take off your clothes,” Lucas replied.

Dan stripped quickly, trying to hide his nervousness as he did so. He had been playing basketball earlier on in the morning, and was still wearing his team kit. He started with the nylon adidas vest and then pulled down his shorts. The man-made material glistened as it slid down his legs, exposing his shiny lycra briefs complete with fine bulge. His briefs were the last to come off. He was well over 6 feet tall and basketball has given him a fine athletic figure.

“All right,” Dan said, throwing the sweaty Lycra onto the pile of clothes. “I’m ready.”

“Great,” Lucas replied. “Just put on the interface-wadersuit and sit in that chair.”

Dan took the suit from the top of the chair, examining it closely. It was a strange garment, feeling like extremely heavy weight latex with attached rubber boots, open face hood and fist mitts. It seemed to be lubricated on the inside. The lubricant was clear and made the suit feel fluid in his hands, however it had a rather strange smell. A smell almost like menscent arousal and rubber, the same smell that met them in the corridor.

Dan hesitated, “Is this really necessary?” he protested.

“Relax!” Lucas again assured him, “The lubricant aids putting the suit-on and the arousing effects don‘t last long once you‘re out.”

The lube was made from testosterone and other chemicals extracted from sexual fluids, that had been milked from each drone in the Hive. It would induce an intense permanent erection, on contact with male skin and increase sexual sensitivity during the assimilation process. They had found that, lubricating the suit in this way, helped the chambers assimilate their new subjects much more efficiently.

Dan started to don the suit, starting with his legs, they slid-in with ease, his feet finding their home in the attached rubber boots. The suit was a tight fit, highly elastic and heavy weight. As he pulled the slick suit further up his legs and up onto his thighs, he noticed his member was rapidly hardening. The chemicals in the suits lubricant were quickly taking effect on his body. Within a few seconds his penis was rock-hard, slightly embarrassed he hurriedly pulled the rest of the suit up over his hips. The suit’s fit, meant his member stood proud, twitching as he continued all supported by the hole in the suit that acted like a cockring. He had to admit, as he slid his arms into the remainder of the suit, it was starting to feel damn-good until his hands were trapped in the attached mitts and pretty useless now. As Dan finished sliding his upper body in, two guards geared exactly the same as the ones before entered his chamber. They expertly helped Dan sliding his head into the open face hood and started sealing the backzipper from the top of his head finishing at his back. He now stood totally encased, all but his face covered. Even though the experience so far felt most sexy, he was still highly cautious. Hesitantly he walked over to the chair, his body swaying against the slick inside of the suit and his penis now beginning to throb.

Mike watched Dan, growing hard, as he covered his body with this curious material and then lift himself into the chair. But the best bit was yet to cum!

Dan positioned himself in the chair aided by the guards. Lucas now threw the first switch, clamps sprang around his groin pinning him to the saddle of the seat more clamps grabbed his arms and legs. With the straps in place, Dan could still move his head, neck, forearms and his lower legs. One of the guards then brought a heavy black posture collar into Dans view and both started sealing his already rubberized neck in. The collar consisted of form fitting rubber at the inside and hard plastic shell at the outside. It also had a mould and bolts at the top to fit the gasmask and helmet and lock both into place.

As Dan realized his torso and thighs were completely immobilized and the collar getting tighter and tighter he started to protest wanting out. Just in that moment one of the guards grabbed a fitting clear latex face plate which acted as a second part to Dans open face hood hanging to the side of the chair. The other guard suddenly held Dans nose shut from behind him. Like on command Dan tried to get air through his now wide open mouth. The first one immediately started to push a form fitting clear rubber mouth guard into Dans mouth which covered his teeth and tongue as well, the other guard then continued to stuff short tubes into his nostrils all connected to the clear rubber face plate.

Dan could feel the excitement of the two rubbered and armored guards growing and their breathing quicken as their breathing bags were collapsing faster. Six straps of the faceplate were now buckled to hidden snaps on the suits’ open face hood at the back of Dans head. The guards moved swiftly and stepped to the side of the chamber as their job was done hoping for an upcoming reward.

Mike saw Dans now terrified look behind the clear face mask. His Grunts and protests now muffled by the mouth guard of the mask and his struggles immobilized by the restraints.

Lucas threw a second switch and the cables and tubes came, slithering out of various holes in the walls, floor and ceiling. Dan felt a cold knot of primal fear in his stomach. The cold steel strands circled his calves, slithered across his undulating belly, slid over pecks, sniffed at his little buds. Several of them slid towards his posture collar ready to bolt themselves in. He knew that they were designed to bind the subject permanently. But as Lucas promised, this was only stand-by mode.

Dan inhaled sharply through the tiny holes of his clear face mask as he quickly became swamped with these “snakes“. Just before losing sight of his lower region, he saw a chrome arm extending upwards from the floor. Wrapped with tubes and segmented down its length, it ended in a steel cup (roughly the size of an egg-cup), which had many small holes inside and on its lip. This arm moved purposely towards his groin and stopped just short.

A second, phallus shaped, segmented cable, came from the floor, passed through the hole in the chair and this nuzzled against his suits’ ass, finding the hidden ring shaped opening and then pushing against his opening.

Two chrome arms holding a stretched out S10 gasmask slid from the ceiling. The mask was modified with silver mirrored lenses, heavy rubber webbing of straps and metal bolts to fit into the plastic shell of his posture collar. Right afterwards two long clear corrugated hoses trailed down from the same opening in the ceiling and connected to each side of the mask. The chrome arms moved slowly into position to fit the bolts into the shell of his collar only millimeters in front of his masked face.

In horror Dan realized the robot arms were not to stop yet. Even worse there was a large lubed inflatable gag now visible in the mouthpiece of the gasmask, directly pointing at his already rubbered mouth. As he wildly tried to move away from the gasmask his chair locked his posture collar to its’ back so he could not move an inch. The chrome arms now placed the bolts of the gasmask into his collar and the whole thing started to fit itself into the mould of his collar. With a fast move the metal arms stretched the gasmask and the webbing even wider to clamp both rudely to his rubbered face and the webbing with a sharp tug around his hooded head. Ungently the robot arms tightened the webbing uncomfortably. Next the two tubes were connected to the back of his chair where a backpack similar to the guards’ was attached. As the tubes were screwed into place the valves of his mask started hissing but he could breath normally. The purpose of this backpack with two attached rebreather bags was to control the supply of oxygen, of scents of lust like amyl, nitrous and other gasses to the drone, along with other drugs to increase sexual arousal, deprivation and suffocation even further. Unlike the guards’ mobile backpacks this one was directly connected to the tube network of the Hive so the musky smell of rubber was yet intense.

His heart was now racing beneath his firm, rubber clad chest. He was so close to…well, not to death, but to something which was perhaps even worse.

Dan tried now to say, “I get the idea. You can let me out now.” But all he could get out of his mouth was, “MMMpph. Mpphhhhhhh.”

But they weren’t listening. Mike was talking intently to the guide. And Lucas was showing Mike something about the control panel.

“So, this is the processing switch here?” Mike asked innocently. “And that’s the safety key? Very interesting.”

Suddenly Mike reached for the panel. He turned the key firmly and threw the switch. Dan tried to shout out in terror. “MMMnnnoooooophhhh!!” Lucas reached out to grab Mikes wrists.

“You can’t…” Lucas protested. “He hasn’t even been prepared! You can’t, you fool!”

“But I just did,” said Mike, very satisfied with himself. “And I believe it’s irreversible once it starts, isn’t it?”

Dan howled wildly. He thrashed about in the chair as much as he could as the chamber integrated his body into itself. The cables seized him fast, coiling around his ankles, his wrists, his waist, his neckbrace, everywhere. Then thin steel tendrils found their home pushed through the provided holes in the back of his collar shell and pierced into his spinal cords at the back of his neck. The hive immediately began, to download information into his head.

PREPARE YOURSELF, it said in his thoughts, TO ACCEPT US, TO BECOME RUBBERBIODROID.

“Nmmmmmooooo!” he tried to scream. “Oh, Fuck, Mike, how could you?” he thought.

“I had to see what you would look like as a Rubberdrone.” Mike said, as if that explained everything. “Trust me on this, Dan. You’ve never looked better. You’re the sexiest thing in the world right now. You’ll make a fabulous Drone.”

“But I don’t want…to..…. beeeee…..arrrrrh!.”

YOUR WANTS ARE IRRELAVENT, the voice assured him. YOU EXIST NOW TO SERVE. YOU WILL SUBMIT.

His rippled, muscular body writhed under the heavy layer of rubber rustling deliciously in the chair as thin transparent tubes shot at him. Two thrust into his left arm, another two into his right and made connections to his veins. Another robot arm penetrated the back of his hooded head and pierced two metal vavles into his skull connected to the most primitive parts of his brain. All gasketing themselves as they went.

 DRUGS SHOT DIRECTLY INTO YOUR VEINS AND THE MOST PRIMITIVE PART OF YOUR BRAIN WILL MAKE YOU SUBMISSIVE OBEDIENT DRIVEN BY PRIMAL SEXUAL INSTINCT, the mental voice informed him.

The phallus was next to take part in the assimilation, now pushing firmly on his ring. Dan’s resistance was weakening, but he tried to clench his ass as tight as he could, trying to deny the chamber access to his virgin ass. However the steel cock pushed ever more forcefully, eventually puncturing the black membrane that separated his ring from the cold steel tip and swiftly entered his ass. A loud primal grunt escaped his lips as the phallus slid up his anal passage, gasketing itself around his ring. It then began to inter-face itself with its surrounding tissue, sending circuitry and tubes out in every direct. With the anal inter-facing complete, the phallus began to vibrate wildly, against his prostate. The deep pleasure it created, made his legs quiver and his penis became painfully harder.

As this assault was being carried out on his ass, a ribbed rubber cock and ball sheath was fitted over his hard cock. Next to come was black rubber cock and ball sling encasing his rock hard member even tighter. Once the sheath and sling locked themselves to the ring in his suit, the ribs began to move. Each band squeezed, as it pulsed its way up and down the length his shaft. Seeming to become more fluid with each pass, the chamber was trying implement it‘s normal arousal program.

Dan, was quickly reaching orgasm. However, with no orgasm represent hardware fitted, he was going to have, one hell of a ride! The assimilation was only just 30% before he started to cum. Mike watched, as Dan began to shoot his load violently into the suit, the area around his cock swelled with spunk.

“Cum, rubberdrone, cum!” he sneared.

Dan felt as if his balls were going to burst, it seemed the entire world was trying to empty itself through the end of his cock. He didn’t know weather he felt intense pain or intense pleasure, the margin was too narrow. On and on, spasms continued to crash through his partly assimilated body. After what seemed an eternity to Dan, his convulsions began to subside, but this was by no means the end.

Now the chair produced a cup between his legs. It seized his aching cock, snapping quickly onto its head. Then almost instantly, dozens of small tubes and cables slid from the lower portion of the cup, sliding down around the sheath, before puncturing the thin rubber that covered the base of his shaft. Cum spurted from the holes they created into the tubes and was pumped away. The cables then dug straight into the length of the shaft, sending wires circuitry directly into his primary sexual organ. Finally the last of the tubes slid from inside the steel cup and pushed its purposely down his urethra. This was the tube that, as with all the other drones, would permanently milk his groin of its precious fluids, in order for them to be processed, before being pumped into the collecting system of the hive. He screamed but the gag started to inflate heavily pushing his rubbered tongue down and pressing his jaws even deeper in the confines of the gasmask, that all  silencing him further. But as his cock and sexual organs were up-rated and became more machine than human, pleasure replaced pain. Screams turned to moans and grunts. He began to climb towards orgasm again, this time there would be no end!

An extraordinarily intense and deep orgasm, began grow in his groin. He exploded, this time the chamber was ready to accept him. All he had experienced before, did not compare to this, an un-stoppable, un-ending, spasming pleasure created by this onslaught. With his resistance all but lost, he could feel the steel cables penetrating the rubber, sliding between him and the inside of the suit gasketing themselves: his thighs, pecks, balls, crack, nipples, all became meshed with the wires and were all rapidly assimilated.

Mike, could see the outline of these tubes sliding around under the rubber, carrying out this assault on his lovers body. Slowly they stopped in their pre-determined areas.

“Fuck! You look amazing, Dan” he kept whispering, his pants were now soaking of precum and barely hiding his hardon.

Dan felt chemicals flowing into his arms, chemicals which would let him live through this, chemicals which would allow him to survive without food or sleep, chemicals which would allow him to become rubberdrone.

Finally, a black steel helmet padded with black rubber on the inside descended from the chamber, it was plain except for two larger transparent tubes protruding from the back. Ever so slowly but forcefully a chrome steel arm placed the helmet on his already rubber encased and strapped head. A whirring noise announced that the locking bolts were activated and sealing into his gasmask and the hard shell of his posture collar. Straight afterwards the inner rubber padding of the helmet started to fill with warm liquid and sealed all seams to complete the inter-face. Dan fell silent, though his body still spasmed and undulated. His whole body was now locked in the confines of heavy rubber.

He didn’t have to ask any questions, for he received images as well as words. Indeed, he had already forgotten which were his words, his thoughts, and which belonged to the Hive. Was there any difference? Or were he and the collective already one and the same thing, the strange trans-human, lust filled, creature called RUBBERBIODROID?

“No! Wait it is me Dan! I am still able to think and I am breathing normally. Have my memories… If I try harder I can free myself from the Hive….. I will put up resistance … I…” Dan thought!  Suddenly he felt there was something still to come.

NO RESISTANCE POSSIBLE! WE ARE IN CONTROLE!

 With that the chamber activated Dans breathing apparatus. The system sealed itself from the outside world and Dan was now rebreathing his own used air out of the two rebreathing bags connected to his system.

He panicked, “They are in charge of what I am breathing! My air is running out! Even though I rather die then become a drone driven by primal sexual pleasure!”

Mike watched as the breathing of his boyfriend became faster and faster. The only movement that could be seen was this blank black figures’ rebreather bags were expanding and collapsing wildly now. “He must be close to passing out by now!” Mike thought with growing excitement and painfully hard dick leaking more and more precum. In that moment Mike saw that suddenly green gas was vapouring into the transparent corrugate twin hoses of his lover and making its way into his gasmask and lungs. At the same time deep red liquid decended into the transpartent tubes from the ceiling in direction of Dans head. Drugs pumped into the primal parts of his brain to suppress any thought and replace it with primal carnal lust.

Just before Dan thought he couldn’t take it anymore, there was no air left sth hit him hard he felt light headed and scented a sweet smell in his lounges. His mind drifted and his mussels relaxed. At the same time he could feel that sth cold was entering from the ports of the back of his helmeted rubbered skull.

GAS FLOW STEADY! DRUGS STEAMING IN! PHYSICAL PLEASURE DOWNLOAD…..PROCESSING.

Pleasure now flowed fully into his obscenely mechanised, steel shaft. The cup and hoses that clamped around his cock began to pulse and the penile tube now began to process the cum, that now was again, being readily spurted from the depths of “his” body. The feeling was un-worldly, indescribable, a constant, un-stoppable, powerful orgasm. His body buzzed, with all extremities assimilated, the stimulus was overwhelming, a constant cascade of pure ecstasy. The whole experience was so totally un-natural, but who was complaining?

COLLECTIVE INTEGRATION—COMPLETE……..DRONE M50,069 ASSIMILIATION—COMPLETE.

He could now feel the soft subtle sexual patterns of a hundred thousand sex cyborgs, all male. He was now a drone in that network of pure lust: not a person, not even a body, not any more. He was RUBBERBIODROID DRONE M50,069.

“So Damn sexy,” Mike whispered.

“You fucking lucky you didn’t kill him, I would’ve killed you myself. Take a good long look, bitch!” Lucas said with a wicked grin. “Because it’s the last show you’re ever going to see. You think you can just come in here and turn someone into a drone against their will? Only we can do that!”

Mike drew himself up to his full height, he was six foot tall and quite athletic in build.

“I’m not afraid of becoming Biodroid. It’s magnificent. I’ve been dreaming about it for months. I was going to volunteer…until I realized that this way I could watch Dan go through the process first.”

“Boy, you are in for a surprise!”

Lucas, who was surprisingly muscular beneath his uniform, grabbed Mike by the arm and dragged him through the hallway.

The thought of resisting passed through Mike‘s mind, but what was the point, there was no way he could escape the building. And besides, what could they do to him besides the stuff he‘d already seen, thus fullfilling his ultimate dream by allowing his flesh to mingle with the rubber and steel?

Mike took one last, lustful look at Dan’s twitching, rubber encased body. Then Lucas forced him through a steel door and into a large cavernous room. The Hive had been in need of a “Leader”, for quite some time!

TO BE CONTINUED?

Super hot rubber boys paradise!

jock got too carried away

I was the main attraction today at a Madrid kink store

There's a lot that no one ever tells you about acclimating to becoming a rubber drone. Granted, everyone that used the Dronification Kit can't really talk about it, and most of them won't communicate just because their "master" forbids, or something. The lack of needs wasn't hard to get used to, if anything that's a lot of worries off my back. But no breathing? No talking? The lack of bodily functions felt alien. At least I could still see and hear, even if I lacked the body parts to do so. But my hearing and vision was so clear, so crisp, that it was overwhelming. The combined sensory deprivation and amplification was a lot to handle, so I did what usually helps me; I took a walk.

It was raining that night, and the rain kinda helped calm me down. I could differentiate each droplet hitting my new rubber skin, and it drowned out my anxiety. The increased sensitivity was a godsend now, and I savoured it. As I walked, my movements became more simplified, rigid, focused, yet flexible, softer, pliable. I assumed that's my flesh and bone turning into rubber now. The ideas in my mind about how to use my new body made me feel like my blood was pumping, even if I lacked such.

When I got home, I went to the bathroom to dry off. However, the rain made me so smooth, I got a little carried away. I relaxed and felt myself up right on the spot. I rubbed myself all over, my tightly defined chest, my smooth helmet like face, even my crotch. That last one was the biggest surprise, I didn't have anything down there. No shaft, no balls, no anus. There was a weird lock imprint on my bulge, but other than that, I really liked it. I knew I'd love being a featureless rubber drone.

Eventually I felt the sensation of climaxing; the rush, the release, the exhaustion, but I didn't come. After all, I didn't need human anatomy to pleasure myself. The best part? It took almost no time at all for my new rubbery, smooth, elastic body was ready for round two, and I went again, my body squeaking alone on the bathroom floor. After climaxing again, I let myself fall asleep on the bathroom floor.

It's weird now, my life that is. So many people think I have a "master" or an "owner" but instead I'm the master of my life. I'm made of rubber now, and if anyone gives me any issues, they can barely hurt me, while I show them what I can do. Now I have complete control of myself, my emotions, my body, my life. My libido is ready to fire on all cylinders whenever, and I can feel myself for hours sometimes, and can easily stop. I was like a machine, although I kinda am.

Of course, I saw an opportunity, and sometimes sell my "services" to lonely men that need that sexual satisfaction of an object. Of course they know I'm in charge, and getting into a fight with a rubber drone is not something I'd advise (although some of those guys really liked it, so what do I know?). I'll let them play with me. Some guys like to smell and lick me, like how I would play with rubber drones before I became one. Some guys would try to fuck me, although without any orifices, their shafts rubbed against me until they came. A few beat me, which I kinda liked, probably cause my rubber body would bend and twist with ease.

Mainly though I've found myself being kind of a therapist, letting men air out their emotions out. Sure, a few were still in the closet, and few were still a virgin. For those men, I went the extra mile. Of others, they'd just talk. I guess being a gay man can be isolating at times, like how almost no rubber drone I met seems to be independent. Unsurprisingly, being made of rubber meant I was comfortable to hug and cuddle, and in those moments, being a rubber drone is really worth it.

From that, my life is perfect now. The strangest thing is that I don't need clothing anymore. My body is so featureless that I don't feel naked, like my rubber skin is a suit anyways. Even when I do wear clothes I tend to mainly wear plain, oversized clothes, mostly gym stuff. However, sometimes at night I'll walk alone in the nude, just me and the night air. And when it rains like that first night I was a drone, it's so... Perfect...

It's not for everyone, maybe not even you. But if you still want to experience it, I'd suggest a gimp suit first before getting a Dronification Kit. Or if you just wanna find out what a rubber drone is like, I'm $50 hour.

Cum For Brains

"Thinking....hard...." You whined, your head felt so heavy and every time you moved your head it was as if your brain was sloshing around inside. Your thoughts felt so heavy, like jello.

"I'm sure it is cutie." The guy you had met at the bar and invited back to your place smirked, sitting on the couch. You could still see his cock dripping cum onto the floor. You couldn't look away from it no matter how hard you tried. "Why hard....." You whined. Your eyes glued to a drop of cum as it pooled on the tip. You stared at it, watching as it caught the light, curling around the edge. It bubbled up swelling before falling to the floor. As it fell your head dropped down, eyes following it as it splashed into a puddle on the floor. Your jaw went slack, drool dripping into it's own puddle at your feet. Your hips shook as you came trembling, not reacting to the sensations.

"That's cause you have cum for brains." He smirked and gave his dick a single, long stroke. Cum flowed from the tip dropping down into the puddle.

"Cum brains...." You giggled falling further onto the floor. The thoughts in your head couldn't focus on anything but the word cum. It felt so good in your head. Like your whole head was full of white sticky cum. Sloshing around. Swirling up any other thoughts and replacing them with cum.

"That's right. Each time you see my cum drip onto the floor you find that your thoughts go with it. Dropping into a pool full of nice sticky cum. Turning you into a nice, sticky, cummy mess."

You watched a large bead build up. You panted, eyes fixed intently on it. You could feel all of your thoughts pooling up in your head, it felt so heavy, so full. You watched the drop starts to slip off of the head of his cock, hanging low, dangling by a thread. Your thoughts ready to snap out of your head as soon as it broke. You couldn't fight the urge as your hips began to tremble.

The strand snapped, the drop falling. You could see yourself in it as it fell, all of your thoughts drifting out of your empty head. Your eyelids hung low, snapping closed as it hit the puddle. You fell to the ground, your body trembling as you came shaking. Your mind broke, a fresh batch of cum pouring into it pushing everything else away, all thoughts, all feelings. Just cum. That was all there was in your head. Cum for brains.

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Hope you all enjoyed that. There won't be a poll for this week as I'm super slammed next week, but don't worry, I'm gonna type up a second cum brained prompt for you all for then. Next week I'll slap up another poll though. Thanks as always for reading!

Please tell us about being tied up at Mr S.

Thanks for asking! This was fun to write out and sorry for the novel. I only embellished a little and even left some of the story out. Here's my experience at Mr S:

I was in San Francisco for a work conference and made a point to stop at Mr S. I wanted to get their locking fist mitts and was curious about muzzles and hoods. At first, I wandered around the store taking it all in. The selection is quite impressive. There were about a dozen customers. A few of them were geared up in leather. One leathered up guy had a pup on a leash. The pup was pointing at a red tail plug and looking at his Master so I assume he was gagged under the pup hood. The employees were very friendly and some of them shirtless.

Eventually, I found my way to the wall of restraints and started to look for the mitts. That's when a cute, young employee came up and introduced himself as Chris and asked if I needed help. I asked about the mitts and he found them quickly. He held them up and nonchalantly asked if I wanted to try them on. I was already getting aroused from just being in the store so obviously I said yes.

He helped get the mitts on me. After a moment of feeling how they felt he gestured with a double ended clip. I nodded and he quickly clipped my hands behind my back. I pulled on the restraints and loved the feeling of my hands encased in leather. He asked what I thought about the mitts and I said they were great. But then his demeanor changed. He doubled down and asked what specifically I liked about them.

With my hands restrained behind my back, I told him that I liked how quickly they make for an inescapable situation. I have a tendency to get loose so I was looking for restraints that made it quick and easy to be helpless. There's no way I could get out of those mitts on my own.

As I was describing this, he turned away to the wall of items and picked out a restraint with leather cuffs attached to a few straps of varying length and thickness. He said I'd love this if I wanted 'quick and helpless' and asked if I wanted to try it on. I told him I didn't know how it worked and he casually explained how the Shoulder to Wrist restraint worked. Wrists cuffed behind the back attached to the long leather loops that go around the shoulders.

I had seen pics of this restraint and questioned if it was inescapable. He chuckled and said, "How about you try it on and we see if you can get out?"

My bulge was growing in my jeans with my hands cuffed behind my back, so I obviously agreed. He quickly released me from the mitts and grabbed the shoulder to wrist restraint. He gave a couple of tugs on the flannel I was wearing over a T-shirt and told me I'd have to take it off.

I took the flannel off and placed it on this big bondage bed that had a bunch of tie down points. As I did this I caught the eye of another customer who was sitting on a leather couch in the middle of the shop. He was just relaxing on the couch watching Chris and me with a smirk on his face.

I got bright red in embarrassment and turned back to Chris. He frowned and said the T-shirt had to go too so I quickly took my shirt off and put it on the bed while avoiding eye contact with the guy on the couch.

I turned back to Chris and he draped the cool leather on my shoulders. He then told me to turn around and put my wrists behind my back. I hesitated so he gently grabbed my shoulders and turned me to be facing the couch. The guy on the couch was just watching with a smile which kept me bright red in the face.

I put my hands behind my back and Chris guided them into the wrist cuffs. He fastened them and proceeded to maneuver the straps under my arms and around my shoulders. After some tugging and arranging, my cuffed wrists started to get pulled up towards my shoulders. Chris grabbed my shoulders, gave them a squeeze and asked, "How's that feel?"

Honestly, it wasn't that tight so I started to say that I thought I could get out of it. But before I could finish the sentence, Chris sarcastically said, "Oh, I missed one!" and tightened a leather strap that yanked my wrists high up my back, pinched my shoulder blades together, and forced me to push my chest out towards the guy watching from the couch. Chris spun me around by my hips to face him and said, "Now try to get out."

I tried but that restraint is devious. Any movement forces your whole torso to adjust so you can't wiggle a hand out to undo the cuffs or maneuver your fingers to a useful position. I struggled but quickly gave up. Looking up at Chris in defeat, I realized he was fucking with me. He was smiling and admiring my exposed chest. Before I could admit defeat, he asked what else I was looking for in the store.

I told him I was curious about muzzles and hoods while trying to get comfortable being shirtless and restrained in front of a bunch of strangers. Anyone with eyes could see my bulge at this point.

He gestured to follow him and again asked for specifics. I quickly followed and told him I wanted it to gag me but I also wanted to be able to see... so probably a muzzle. He told me muzzles are more for looks but the hoods actually can act as great gags and are more versatile. He led me to a line up of hoods and asked which one I wanted to try.

Before I could answer he grabbed a leather hood with a detachable penis gag and a detachable blindfold. It laced up the back. "This one is versatile. Want to try it?"

Of course I did, so he led me to a nearby chair and told me to sit. I sat down but had to keep space for my wrists still cuffed behind my back. He grabbed my shoulders and guided me to relax into the chair as much as I could. He removed the penis gag attachment from the hood and placed it on a table next to the chair. It was a big gag that made me strain more in my jeans.

Chris pulled the hood over my head and got it into place. The blindfold attachment was still on so I couldn't see anything at this point. This was the first time I had ever been in a bondage hood and it was amazing. He started to slowly lace up the back of the hood as I sunk into the smell of the leather and the feel of it tightening around my skull... Slowly and softly closing my jaw.

Chris finished lacing up the hood with a good tug and fastened the built in collar around my neck. I heard him move in front of me and ask how it felt. I said it was amazing. I felt him place his hands on the top of my head. He briefly played with my head, moving it around, gently squeezing in various places. Eventually, I felt a hand squeeze my left shoulder and another hand touch the side of my face. "Do you want to see yourself?"

I barely muttered a yes and he unsnapped the blindfold. I blinked to see him smiling and the guy on the couch still watching. Chris said, "Come."

I got up and followed him towards a full body mirror just beyond the couch. He grabbed my hips and placed me in the center of the mirror as the guy on the couch turned to continue watching. I looked at myself in the mirror. My chest was splayed forward from the restraints. My back arched. My face was unrecognizable from the leather hood. And my dick was hard as a rock, the outline clearly visible in my jeans. All I could think about was someone touching my vulnerable nipples. Chris tugged down on my wrists causing me to arch even more. He smiled and walked away, leaving me to struggle in the mirror.

Chris returned to stand behind me. He held up the detachable penis gag so I could see it in the reflection. I nodded and he reached around my head. He said, "Open." I opened my mouth and he quickly pushed the gag in. It was big and it forced my mouth open, pressing my jaw down and further tightening the leather hood around my head. He snapped it in place and grabbed my shoulders. I found his eyes in the mirror. He squeezed my shoulders playfully and asked, "How's that, boy?"

I moaned into the gag which caused him to chuckle. He eyed my bulge with a smile and started to lead me by the shoulders away from the mirror. He guided me back to the chair. I locked eyes with the guy on the couch as we passed.

Chris sat me down and quickly removed the gag and hood. Then he started to undo the shoulder to wrist restraint. It was a very quick transition from being gagged and helpless to a person shopping in a store. Chris asked if there was anything else I wanted to try. I was pretty overwhelmed so I said something about not wanting to take up too much of his time and that I couldn't afford to buy anything else. He assured me there was no pressure to buy and the point of the store is to try things out.

I said I'd always wanted to try out a straightjacket so he took me over to them with a grin. He grabbed one and told me to step into the thigh cuffs. I stepped in as he brought the jacket up and draped it onto my arms. He spun me around and started to strap up the back. He told me to hug myself as he grabbed the ends of the arm sleeves and secured them behind my back. My arms were now secured but the jacket still felt loose overall.

Chris turned me around again and kneeled down in front of me. His head was right by my bulge. He started to adjust the thigh cuffs. Raising them up higher on my thighs and then tightening them to the torso part of the straightjacket. His hands were grabbing everywhere on my thighs and the front of my hips to secure everything in place. The situation made me so hard but also embarrassed. He clearly noticed and looked up at me and cheeckily said, "Nice jeans."

He yanked the final straps tight, stood up, and told me again to try and get out. The fully secured straightjacket was tight and heavy. The thigh cuffs make every movement of the upper torso pull on your legs and vice versa. It's really a whole body experience. The heavy leather on my chest felt amazing to squirm within.

Chris grabbed two zippers on either side of my chest which caused me to stop squirming and look at him. In a very salesman-like voice he said, "These go to your nipples."

I hadn't even noticed the zippers over each of my pecs directly covering my nipples. He unzipped them with a quick yank and immediately put his fingers into the straightjacket. He found my nipples, pinched them and tugged them out so they were visible in the slit of the zipper. I nearly came in my jeans.

He turned away and grabbed a short leather leash from the wall that he clipped onto the collar of the straightjacket. He gave it a tug and started to lead me somewhere. It was a short leash. Maybe only two feet. He faced away from me and held it over his shoulder as he tugged me along. The short length forced me to be nearly touching his back side as I followed. He was saying something about how short leashes give you more control than long ones. But I was focused on the movements of the straightjacket teasing my nipples pinched in the zippers, the thigh cuffs making me walk awkwardly, how hard I was, and the amazing smell of leather mixed with Chris's scent.

I thought we were going to the mirror but instead he brought me right in front of the guy sitting on the leather couch. Chris turned to me and asked if I liked impact play. I nodded and he started to tug the leash with one hand and lightly pound my chest with the other. The leash pulled me forward into his fist that pushed me back. Chris gave me a few punches this way. Each one making my cock twitch in my jeans.

After several punches, Chris turned and continued to lead me by the leash. We did not go to the mirror but instead he pulled me into a section of the store that is exclusively butt plugs of all shapes and sizes. Chris asked me how big the largest plug was that I've used. I told him only an inch in diameter which was laughable in that room. These plugs were huge.

Chris slowly led me along the rows of giant plugs telling me how I could stretch my hole. I was so horny I started to pathetically squirm in the straightjacket imagining the intensity of the plugs. My heart was pounding, it was getting hot in the thick leather straightjacket, I was breathing heavily, and involuntarily started to wiggle my hips forward and back.

Chris stopped, turned to me, and leaned in close to my face. He whispered, "Want me to touch your cock, boy?"

"Yes, Sir..." I moaned as he gently placed his hand on my bulge. He slowly moved his hand around my crotch with the occasional squeeze. Our eyes were locked.

I was so close to cumming in my jeans that I started to grind my hips against his hand to increase the stimulation. I was so close.

Chris smirked and immediately took his hand away. He turned and tugged me on the leash. Chris didn't say anything as he led me back past the guy on the couch and then towards the mirror. I was fully squirming in the straightjacket desperate to create any stimulation on my cock. Chris didn't stop at the mirror and I barely caught a glimpse of my pathetic self squirming in a straightjacket, breathing heavy and letting out little moans. My hard cock fully on display in my jeans and on the end of a leash of a man I just met.

Once back to the straightjackets, Chris started to take mine off. As he undid the straps, I realized our playtime was over and started to calm down. My arms were no longer bound but I was still wearing the heavy leather straightjacket when the guy from the couch got up and walked over to us.

He smiled at me and then looked at Chris.

"Thanks for the show."

Chris chuckled and told me he had to help other customers and they could check me out at the front. I ended up leaving with the fist mitts and some smaller toys. I'm saving up for the shoulder to wrist restraint and a Mr S leather straightjacket after. Chris was a very good salesman.

So many hairy guys out there now, makes me wish was a hairy muscled dude or however hairy and what kinda guy even race change you like to make me please give you free range? love your stories too!

After months of gawking at his photos, you finally strike up the courage to send him a message. You had fantasized about what his massive hairy body would be like in person. His thick beard, his shaved head, his cock. He'd probably never reply, but seeing him on the app and knowing he was only a quarter mile away was making you so horny.

"You probably won't answer, but someday, I just want to know what it feels like to be you, or be *with* you!"

You keep scrolling. No way would an alpha bull like him pay any attention to a little, chubby awkward guy like myself. Then you see the notification.

"Come on over and I'll show you" followed by a photo.

"Shit!" You almost blow your load right then and there just thinking about it. Then he sends his address and another message, "I'm waiting."

You've never been with a guy this huge before. What would that be like? Was he just messing with you? Was this serious? Could you trust him? The more you look at his picture, the most alluring he becomes. He knows what he is doing. You want to be fucked by him more than anything.

"On my way," you reply. You drop everything you're doing and jump in the car. If you think too much about it, you'll turn back. You want this. You need this. You walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell. You feel like your whole life is about to change ... and it is.

The door opens and he's towering over you already. "Get inside. No names. Follow my orders exactly." You step through the door and look around his house. You inhale a musty, manly scent, a mix of sweat and testosterone. He closes and deadbolts the door behind you.

"Stand over here," he says as he firmly pushes your back and shoulder with his strong hands. "Stand here. Strip." He goes over and sits in a chair to watch. You fumble with your shirt buttons. "Look at me," he says calmly. You look up. His cock is about to burst out of its skimpy jock strap. You maintain eye contact and continue to strip. Every piece of clothing his eyes glance over comes off, including your boxer briefs.

"Good." He says directly. Then he pats his inner thigh and nods to you. You know what this means. He wants you to suck his cock. You walk over, still locking eyes with him, and kneel between his hairy legs. All you can see is his cock but before you go in he forces your head deep into his crotch. You inhale deeply of his scent and are overwhelmed. Your tongue and mouth get to work -- trying to soak up as much of this man's alpha cock as possible.

You hear a faint buzzing and tingling sensation. With one hand he is pinning you to his legs and with the other he's shaving your head. You taste some salty precum. He drops the shaver and rubs your now bald head. Without speaking, he pushes you away, stands up and grabs you by the waist. You are powerless to resist and fall on all fours. He mounts you from behind and thrusts deep inside your ass. You moan in pain. He's so much bigger than anyone you've been fucked by.

His heavy breaths warm your back and neck. You relax and he keeps breeding you. You feel his hot cum bursting inside you and its warmth seems to spread throughout your entire body. With every thrust, your whole body flexes over and over as he breeds you. When he stops, your orgasm continues. You fall to the floor as muscles pulsate. Your hands and feet expand. Your chest bulges out. Dark hair spreads over your arms, legs, back, and chest. He lifts you up and forces you into a chair. Your body is still writhing and flexing involuntarily.

He straddles you and with his left hand jerks you off. Cum shoots everywhere. With his right hand, he pierces your ear with metal ring. Then puts a ring in one of your nipples.

"Good," he whispers. "You're a bull now. But your not an alpha yet."

He stands up and you are speechless. You look down at your massive body. It's not as big as his yet, but it's twice the size of when you walked in the door. He starts wiping down your body with a towel to clean up the cum and sweat. "Alphas aren't made. They are grown," he says. "Where you go from here is up to you. You're free."

He hands me a pair of sweatpants, knowing that my old clothes won't fit me anymore. I walk back to my car, confused and transformed.

Will I become the alpha bull he saw in me? Or the alpha bull I see in myself? Only time will tell.

Fast Learner

I told my dad that I wanted to learn to Scuba Dive and, gladly, he paid for a couple of lessons during our trip to the paradisiac beaches of Brazil. I love every moment of it, and I was convinced that I wanted to stay there for the rest of my life. My Dad was not keen to the idea. So, as I knew that I will not get his support, well, I used a more radical method. Convincing Paulo, one of the instructors, was not hard to achieve. At the end, he would become the son of a rich family and with a very powerful passport. For me… well, I am quick learner, and I am certain that I will enjoy being this man so much.

This story is not mine. I am trying to rebuild it from really old posts.

Original author: rubberpupthoughts

The Suit Makes the Pup

The creak of a metal door snaps you out of a trance. You shake your head and try to remember how you got here, locked in a kennel.

You remember going to a leather bar. Someone catches your eye across the dance floor. You’ve seen pups before, but never in full rubber. You can’t believe how hot he looks.

You see him slip away and decide to follow. You catch him waiting outside the restroom. He’s breathing heavily through his nose.

When you introduce yourself, he tilts his head and stays silent. You tell him you like his gear. He wiggles. You notice he’s gagged and can’t speak.

You ask if it’s hot, and he pants and paws at his collar. That’s when you realize he is wearing rubber mitts that completely cover his hands.

You ask if he needs help and if he wants out. He tilts his head and pants. Wow, he must be really into character! Still, you decide to reach for the collar on his neck. When he doesn’t pull away, you undo the collar.

The pup’s head snaps up and looks at the collar in your hands. He then urgently paws at the hood on his head. More sure of yourself, you help the pup take his hood off.

With a wet slurp, the hood peels off, including the built in gag. The boy underneath has sweaty, matted hair. Between gasps for breath, he says “Thank you.”

“I uh. Really needed a break. Can you help me out of the rest?”

You stare for a moment, cock slightly stirring at the thought of touching the pup. He’s almost exactly your size, and handsome.

“I really need to pee.”

You laugh and help him out of his gear: First locking mitts and a harness. You look away when he pulls out a pup tail plug. Next you unzip the back on his suit.

In the cold hallway, steam rises from the pup’s sweaty suit. He stands in front of you, naked except for his groin.

That’s when you notice the chastity belt. It’s full metal, with rubber where the belt meets the skin. When the boy clicks the belt open, you figure it was never locked.

Now completely nude, the pup slips into the bathroom. You shift awkwardly, guarding the pup’s pile of gear. When he takes longer than five minutes, you decide to pick up the rubber suit.

You can smell lube and sweat. The rubber has gone cold, and you imagine it wrapped around your body.

The bathroom door swings open, and you stare dumbly at the pup, his rubber suit still in hands.

“Thanks for watching my stuff. You like gear?”

You nod and tell him you’ve fantasized about being in his exact outfit.

You hardly notice the boy glance down the hallway. “Would you like to try it on?”

You can hardly contain your boner.

“One condition,” he grins. “You have to try it ALL on.”

You look down at the chastity belt and hesitate. But the slick feel of rubber in your hands persuades you.

The belt clicks on after coaxing your cock to soften. You’re amazed how snug it fits.

“With a lock on it, it’s impossible to get out,” the boy says.

Next the suit. The lube and sweat feels slimy at first, but it slides on with ease. The rubber quickly warms to your body, and you wish your cock could fully enjoy the experience.

Next the harness and mitts. Once on, you realize how helpless you are without your hands.

“Don’t worry. Pups only need paws.”

With a flourish, the boy slips the hood over your head. As the rubber settles, a firm grip forces the plug into your mouth.

“Open wide!”

Now gagged and mitted, you know you’ve lost control. This is made clear when the boy says “Almost forgot the plug!”

You grunt as he firmly presses the plug against your ass. You resist for a moment, but eventually relax. With a gagged yelp, the large plug settles in your hole. You feel the harness clip over it, keeping the plug firmly pressed inside.

“What do you think?” the boy asks, still naked.

You experiment with wagging your tail and crouching on all fours. You try tell him how nice it feels, how horny the suit has made you, but can only grunt.

The boy laughs and glances down the hall again. You notice for the first time he’s nervous. You paw at your hood to indicate you want out.

“Oh! I forgot the collar. I think you’ll really like this part.”

You try to push the boy away, but he slips the collar on. You hear a distinct click, and everything goes dark.

You flail around for a moment, but feel weaker and weaker. Eventually you settle on all fours. That’s when you hear a whisper.

“Good boy.”

The voice did not come from the boy, who you distantly see putting on your clothes. The voice seems to come from the hood itself. It’s soothing. Pleasurable, even. You find you can’t move.

“Sorry to do this, pup,” you hear the boy say before slipping out the back door.

You try to channel your rage to leap after him.

“Good boy,” the hood says, and your mind melts.

Minutes, maybe hours later, the sound of heavy boots snap you out of a trance. You look up to see a thick man standing over you. He clips a leash to your collar.

“Did you enjoy your night out? Good boy. Time to go back to the kennels.”

You try to pull at the leash, but again the hood whispers and soothes you. On all fours, you follow the man out of the bar.

THE GYM’S MASCOT

My manager whispered urgently in my ear at the front desk as I was checking in a gym member, “Someone spotted a rat by the squat rack. Go grab the traps while I watch the desk.”

With a sigh, I headed to the back to hunt for traps in the store room. As flipped on the light switch and it fluttered on, a gust of rank body odor punched me in the nose. Eduardo, our remote operated gym mascot – who we parade around out front on the sidewalk to drum up business and boost morale in the gym by dispensing workout tips and training assistance – slumped backward in a chair. Apparently, the day shift was too lazy to put him away properly.

Crossing to him and into a heavier cloud of stench I wondered: When was the last time we washed him anyway?

A shiver ran up my spine as I placed a hand on the soft skin of his forearm. It was stretched tight over a thick layer of muscle. Although he continued to stare blankly off into the distance, I couldn’t help but be intimidated in his presence. His oversized frame oozed a dangerous confidence with enviable Latin sex-appeal. He boosts business as much as my libido when I watch him in action on the gym floor.

Cautiously, I lifted a heavy arm and brought my nose deep into his pit. I savored his filthy, unwashed scent as his body heat stung my nostrils. Craving a more intense experience, I pressed a finger to his temple and watched his lumbering chest begin to rise and fall.

Unable to resist, I pulled off his workout shoes and socks, then pressed the damp socks to my nose. As I inhaled his stench, I shifted his head so his eyes looked at me… watching me enjoying the results of his sweat-inducing labor. Then I noticed something strange…

His cock was rock hard and tented his workout shorts. Whoever operated him this morning must have gotten really turned on.

I get it. It happens.

I slid my hand down his shorts and wrapped it around his thick rod. A tangle of pubic hair roughed up against my fingers as I began to jack his cock under the shiny blue fabric. I watched for signs for natural, biological reactions. His jaw clenched slightly as I pumped faster, then different muscles began to twitch. Each spasm caused a wave of activity to ripple through a muscle group, and his hips began to rock slightly. A automatic reaction indicating that his body was close.

I yanked down his pants and licked hungrily at the fresh sweat on his stinking loins, enthralled by the texture of the veins on his inner thigh. Suddenly, the giant’s body seized and every muscle in his body twisted into a painful flex, then I pointed his loaded gun towards me and shot his gushing load into my mouth.

As I swallowed his seed, I watched his body twitch until he relaxed and his head slumped backward again. His cock was still rock solid.

That wasn’t enough.

Thinking quickly, I fished the two small black discs out of his pocket and stuck them to my temples. Gently, I double-clicked his temples and collapsed onto him as he came online.

Blinking a few times at the ceiling through his eyes, I raised his head and massaged a slight cramp with one of his large tan hands. I carefully slid my real body off of him – keeping the disks intact on my temples, so as not to go offline – and grunted as a wave of lust swept through his musclebound body.

I pawed at his cock and murmured happily at the sensation, then checked out the bowling ball that rose on his arm with a content grin. Suffice to say, I always begged for mascot duty.

As a reflex, his heavy hips began to grind itself against the chair and I looked again at my unconscious body. My ass pointed up in the air and his cock stirred again.

A fuck session is in order, and we have to work with what we have.

I yanked down my pants and stuck a wide finger into the hole of my real body, prepping it for the pounding to come. Spitting onto his thick palm, I pulled down his basketball shorts and lubricated his pole, then slid it into my tight hole.

It fit like a fucking glove.

Unable to help myself, I turned toward a full-length mirror and watched as I aggressively punched his hips forward and fucked the shit out of my limp body. With each smile… every wild groan… each thrust of power… I realized that this rancid smelling, gymrat motherfucker was my destiny.

…And that I aways have a key to the storeroom.

Photo: @bodstart