This story originally appeared on the RubberZone site. It is re-posted here with permission.
Matt fell to his knees, confused, slow to remove the rubber hood that had tightly surrounded his head for the previous thirteen hours. Matt knew exactly what he was supposed to do – remove the hood, shave, shower, dress and get to the office – but this morning, his body seemed incapable to carrying out those simple tasks.
Since the arrival of his roommate barely five days earlier, Matt had yet to experience a regular night of good sleep. Instead, Matt had spent each night tightly bound in heavy rubber bondage, secured in a compartment under his former bed or suspended in a padded closet that once held his linens, listening to the endless repetition of commands through headphones placed over his rubberbound head. Each night Matt had hovered in a zone of semi-consciousness; never quite asleep but never fully awake.
And then there was last night. The commands that were planted deep in Matt’s subconsciousness had been identical to most of the commands he had heard all week, but unlike the prior commands, these seemed to have been spoken by the voices of Matt’s coworkers. Masculine, rubberclad studs who worked alongside Matt at the refinery – if being their payroll clerk could be deemed “working alongside” – seemed to command Matt through the endless recording to respond to words like “rim” and “suck” and “urinal” in ways that would force Matt to act as no sane man would voluntarily act.
Continue reading The Roommate – Part 7
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Pain slut Dylan Deap strips down to nothing but a jock as he’s locked in place and bound in leather. After enduring the flogger, Dylan gets his cock rock hard, his cock and balls bound in rope as his flogging continues. In the padded cell, he’s tossed around and tormented with the zapper and the crop before Van breaks out the cattle prod. The captive screams in pain as the crop rains down against his skin, his balls being crushed under the weight of Van’s boot. Dylan is then bound on a pedestal with the wooden cane beating against his ass before Van has his gimp shove a hard cock in Dylan’s mouth. Dylan is repeatedly flogged as he takes a rough fucking from the gimp’s hard cock. Van pries the stud’s mouth open as the gimp shoots a hot load of cum right into his mouth. Dylan is then let down as Van milks a load out of his cock, finishing Dylan off with some post-orgasmic torment before smacking all the cum back in Dylan’s face.
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It was Wednesday. Matt counted to ten in frustration, anxious to pull off the hood he had worn for the previous fourteen hours, but already frustrated at the discomfort he felt from the chastity cage that his roommate had left locked onto his crotch. As soon as the hood was off Matt looked down at the cage. It was tiny, black plastic and locked in place with a small brass lock. Matt recognized it from his websurfing fantasies as a CB-2000. Matt cursed that prick of a roommate of his for buying the smallest of the CB chastity devices. Matt couldn’t decide if it was a slight to his male ego to have had the smallest size purchased for him or a testament to his willpower that his roommate believed Matt could handle having his dick constrained in the tightest space. Either way, he wasn’t too pleased – particularly because having it locked onto his crotch turned him on so damn much, forcing his dick to constantly fight the tight plastic until the pain finally drained it back to a comfortable size, leaking out a considerable stream of pre-cum each time it ran through its escape attempts.
Matt turned towards the small bathroom to get ready for work, then stopped, noticing something different on the laundry. A different shirt, similar in style and fabric with the top buttons removed, was draped on a hanger next to a different pair of slacks – same size as the snug pair he’d been wearing all week and just as thin a material, but a lighter color. No doubt about it, a pre-cum stain would be highly obvious on these tan slacks. Matt wondered what purpose was behind the change of pants.
Continue reading The Roommate – Part 6
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In this fantasy shoot, Jaimie Steel is a strikingly beautiful young college student. He’s also an anarchist – and looks the part, with his nerdy classes and gay-boy haircut. He and a group of fellow brainy leftists – mostly queer kids of color like him – have formed a group called “No Love.” They break windows and blow whistles and all have the same tattoo on their left pec – a red heart with a black cross over it. Today this sexy little troublemaker will pay for his crimes – and suffer at the hands of a real sadist, Jared. He’ll either give up his fellow young anarchists – or be tortured. At first the shocks at low level but painful. Then Jared attaches an electrode to Jaimie’s nipples via two biting clips connected to a highly conductive, silver chain.
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Note: ‘The Roommate’ originally appeared on the RubberZone site. It is re-posted here with permission.
The command sounded so familiar. It was only Tuesday, Matt’s second day at work since the arrival of his roommate the previous Saturday, and yet it seemed as though he’d heard the command a thousand times before. Of course, he had, but recorded on all prior occasions but one, burned into his subconscious by repetitive recordings instructing Matt on the proper response to each of the many commands he could expect to hear from now on. Hour after hour had been spent by Matt, strapped down or suspended, stuffed into tight rubber bondage, his holes plugged and controlled, aware of little else but the tight rubber bondage and the voice of his new roommate, and not quite understanding the gradual impact that the repeated commands were having on his willpower.
Twenty-four hours earlier, the command had struck fear and anger in Matt’s heart and mind as he wrestled with the related instructions to shave his head, go to work and then return for more bondage abuse and storage at the end of the day. But today, the command exploded in Matt’s mind like a starter’s pistol announcing a race. Matt had already learned the previous day that his shaved head was no big deal at the refinery, and no one had even seemed bothered by the open collared shirt showing off his shaved chest, or, if anyone noticed, even the lack of underwear under his thin slacks. Matt had learned, to his great relief, that even with a shaved body and tight fitting clothing he was still as invisible as ever – a wallflower who could go about his day without attracting attention, without attracting scorn.
Continue reading The Roommate – Part 5