By Rubbag

There is something cold against my face and a dry, unfamiliar taste in my mouth. I can feel that I’m lying face down with my head turned to one side. The skin of my cheek pressed into what feels like steel, the cold of which is clearing my head. I’m aware now of a low, buzzing sound nearby and a strange tingling sensation at my neck. I try and open my eyes but my eyelids feel, feel like they’re made of lead and it’s too much, too much for now.

I stop and take a few deep breaths. My chest slowly rises and falls with each breath I take. My whole body still seems to be somehow numb and distant. I can just about feel my hands against the floor beneath me. I move my left hand, flexing each finger one by one, feeling the life come back into them. But my fingers are strangely stiff and my sense of touch seems dull and there is something not quite right about the way my fingers slide over the surface beneath me. I can feel life coming back into my arms, into my legs as I bend them, and with an effort I roll myself onto my back.

I stop again, exhausted by the effort, feeling myself relax and beginning to drift, puzzling again over why what I’m lying on feels so cold and hard against the back of my neck and yet my body thinks it’s so cool and smooth like glass, like …

My eyes flicker open. For a moment I have a feeling that I’m pinned to the roof of some enormous cavern, but with no fear at all. It’s like being able to fly. Above, a tube of steel held in place by three supports running into the concrete walls of the chamber. Beyond, a ceiling of glass crisscrossed in lines of silver to separate each black pane from the other. I stare at each of the panes of glass that make up the floor above me, so far above, strangely familiar like it’s … and then it’s gone as my mind seems to drift and lose focus … my hands move over … explore my own torso … my chest … strangely smooth … my hands slide over my distant skin … almost feels like they’re … polished … like skin … skin which is polished and smooth … under my fingers …

< BANG > and then the clatter and scrape of metal against metal. I manage to get my elbows behind me and push up, lifting my chest, my head up from the floor. I can see the source of the noise, a steel arm folded back on itself and a spiral of yellow pipe work feeds the gun suspended below. A cold liquid drips from the swollen muzzle onto the concrete floor, and my eyes can follow the trail that leads back to me, and now I’m vaguely aware that my own ass feels cold.

The gun has not moved by itself, and she returns to finish the job, cloth in hand, which she uses to wipe the end of the nozzle clean as clean as the white of the rubber which coats every part of her body. She has her back to me as she works, the rubber looks as if it’s been sprayed on to her, sprayed white over her naked flesh, the only color, high on her back a red medical cross, shiny like the rest of her. I study her full ass, her wasp waist, her taunt back, her broad shoulders, the strong neck and smooth-set skull all shiny under rubber. She moves like a dancer, like a gymnast, both of her white rubber arms needed to push the spray gun along the track above her. The spray gun locks into place against the wall and as she turns to face me only then do I realize my mistake. I stare mesmerized by the movement and size of the breasts, white rubber breasts moving like they’re real as they swing above the defined ridges of his full six-pack. My eyes follow the faint line in the rubber where his hard cock has been pulled down and back tight to leave the space between his legs so smooth and girl-like. He stops moving, his arms straight down at his sides, at attention, his hands pointing down, the veins on the back of them showing through the thin rubber. His hips are just slightly padded with rubber, some kinda under suit beneath the sprayed coating, it even comes complete with rubber pockets on each thigh, bright metal studs to close. The suit runs up his body to end clinched tight about his waist to give him the wasp waist of a female beneath his full shaped breasts, large, large like each erect rubber nipple. But he sees none of this, his eyes are cold discs of silver, like mirrors, I’ve seen them before, on … on … but then it’s gone like a mist. I can see his dark eyebrows arching upwards, only a small amount of skin visible in the ski mask cut of the hood. And that’s all of him I can see, no mouth at all, and his nose only a ridge of rubber now. Even the top of his head has been flattened and comes to a low peak at the front with tiny Red Cross visible above his forehead. Still he looks kinda cool, standin there in rubber.

There is the soft click, click of shoes on a hard surface.

“I can see, Jed, that you like our young Nurse.”

The voice is deep and powerful, mature, and somehow familiar. I turn and look, but he’s already walked past me and stopped standing to one side of the rubber figure. They look so strange together, the boy in his feminized rubber and the man standing over him dressed in a business suit like he’s going to a meeting and a strange feeling that I’ve known him before. He gently runs his right hand over the boy, exploring his body, his fingers stop to tease the boy’s nipples.

“William has been with us for some years now.”

He turns to look at me. I can see him slip his hand into one of the boy’s rubber pockets.

“Don’t you recognize me, Jed?”

I look him in the face. I try, but it’s just too hard and I can only shake my head.

“Stand up, Jed.”

I stand up like a drunk, struggling upwards, feeling the smooth surfaces of my rubber skin slide cold across each other and slow and careful. I at last get to my feet. I remember drinking with someone, someone who looked like me. I almost have it and then like mist it’s gone, and I’m left standing there gently swaying from side to side.

I see him walk towards me and I try and shuffle forward to meet him. There is a low-pitched whine, it seems to come from every part of my body. I know it should mean something. The man puts his arm up to stop me, his fingers gently pressing against me.

“Careful, Jed, you’re still quite heavily sedated.”

I take a few steps back, and then the noise is gone.

“Look down, Jed, and remember, don’t step outside of the circle.”

I look down at my feet, wondering why I can see them when they’re covered in rubber.

“The circle, Jed, look at the circle.”

I can see I’m standing on metal, on a disk of metal a foot from where the curved edge meets the concrete of the floor.

“Look up, Jed.”

He is holding a tablet in his hand, large and white.

“Open your mouth, Jed.”

I feel him slide the tablet under my tongue.

I can feel the tablet fizz, there is a bitter taste and then it’s gone.

I feel my head clear, clear for the first time, and I look at him, standing there smiling at me. His name is … is Marcellus, or that’s at least the name he uses at the Club. Fuck, I’m in the Club. There was the phone and then, and then I’m here … fuck, fuck, fuck … And then I look down at my own body, my body covered in rubber, clear rubber, my body naked beneath. I’ve seen this before, I’ve seen it before. I’m not one of their fucking muscle bots … no … no … this can’t be happening. I try and claw the rubber from my skin, but there’s no purchase, my hands just slip off. It doesn’t move at all, not even a fucking fold in it, it’s like the stuff is part of me.

“The bio-rubber forms a permanent bond with the skin, there is no way to take it off.”

I look up into his eyes, he’s still fucking smiling at me even as he talks. He’s grinning at me.

“You’ve been sedated for the past week. The process is quite painful, but we have no wish to harm you, Jed. In fact on the contrary, we take very good care of our property.”

I feel a cold shiver run down my spine. I know I’m fucked now, fucked, but I’ll tell him that myself.

“ … … … !”

But comes out.

“ … !”

Just a hiss of air.

He raises his hand to place two fingers against his own neck.

“Your vocal cords are paralyzed.”

He holds up what looks like an old Home-Center remote in his left hand.

“A simple electrical impulse overrides the muscles in your voice box.”

I put my hand up to my neck, feeling where the suit ends and my own skin begins. I look along my arms and then down to my chest. The whole suit has translucent straps running through it, each with the faint glint of wiring, and I have to worry what else he can do with that remote.

“Your head is still flesh and blood, at least for now, but aren’t you forgetting someone? Aren’t you forgetting Josh?”

My eyes snap up to meet his.

“Don’t worry, you’ll see him soon. In fact, I promise you’ll be spending a great deal of time together.”

Shit! Josh! I look around trying to see him, but there is only Marcellus and the Nurse, the rest of the chamber is empty.

“Now Jed, look this way and pay attention. I’m going to release the block on your vocal cords. Don’t try to speak too quickly.”

He points the remote towards me.

“Do you understand, Jed?”

I nod slowly.

He presses a button, and the tingling at my neck vanishes, to be replaced with a strange numbness. I look at him and I try and …

“Not yet, Jed.”

I look at him and wait.

And wait.

“Try now, but slowly,”

“Yu … nev … ge.t … a.way …”

“Try again, Jed.”

“…yo … ull … nev … a … get … a … way … wi..th … th … is.”

“Oh really, Jed, I had expected something more original from you. Do you really think we haven’t done this several times before? You and Josh are already posted as missing.”

I see him smile, a cold smile as he sees the brief moment of hope in my eyes.

“Missing in the canyons of New Mexico, that is. The Auto-Pod you hired to fly you there recorded the location of your camp, but you should have checked your storm warnings before you left. They found the remains of your camping gear twenty miles down stream. The search is still going on, but they’re not expecting to find anyone alive, and we both know they’re not going to find any bodies.”

As then his face takes on an expression I can no longer read.

“You know you’re going to be controlled, boy.”

His voice cold and calm

“Controlled.”

And then I feel my cock start to swell.

“Everything you do.”

Becoming erect.

“Everything you feel.”

Pressing against its transparent prison.

“Everything you think.”

Feeling the pain and the pleasure as cock, my balls crush themselves like a good little unit.

“Nooo … this … can’t be happening … you can’t do this to me …”

I cover them with my hands as if I can hide them and pretend it’s not happening

“Isn’t it a little late for modesty now, Jed.”

I look back up to see him smile again, but there is nothing kind about it.

“Why don’t you try and say your name, Jed?”

“What?”

“Just say your name. Say that your name is Jed.”

“My name is … is … UNIT SIX.”

And then he really does laugh as he sees how horrified I am.

“No … no … I’m UNIT SIX, UNIT SIX, UNIT …”

“ … six.”

“That’s your subconscious speaking to you, Jed.”

I see him raise the remote again, pointing it towards me.

“Shall we see what your body has to say about it?”

All I can do is shake my head as I try and back away from him.

“I think position three will make an ideal storage mode for you.”

A sudden thrill runs through my body, like electricity, and then vanishes.

“Why don’t you look down, Jed, your body seems to know what it wants?”

I look at him, puzzled, and then I feel it, feel my arms begin to move. I look down, at first I’m not able to take in what’s happening as I watch my hands slowly move away from my crotch sliding up and out towards my hips like they’ve taken on a life of their own. I try and focus and concentrate and take control and stop them and hold them and then make them go back down, to the … and then I feel, see them, see them begin to move upwards again.

“No … it’s not me … it’s the suit its making me.”

I look up at him again, more desperate than I’ve ever been as I feel my body betray me.

“It’s not the suit, Jed, the impulses are off. It’s you, your body that wants this.”

I can’t even look down anymore. My head stays locked in position facing forward. I can feel my legs turn out as my calves and my thighs begin to tense. My hands rest on each of my hips pointing down as my arms bend back above them at each side, opening my shoulders, pushing my chest up and out as I feel my lungs filling with air, trying to keep my chest full. Shit, this feels so good, so fucking good.

“Fuck me … fuck … me.”

And then I feel my whole body begin to tense, becoming hard, every muscle growing hard, needing to be hard. “Fuck … fuck … fuck …” Somewhere distant, I can hear him speaking about being quite. “… ! … ! …!” but I can’t speak, I can scarcely breathe, needing to keep my lungs full, needing to keep my chest out, needing to be harder and harder. And then I feel it, feel my body become rigid and free, more free than I could have thought possible.

I’m lost in the experience and scarcely aware as he pulls the leather hood over my head.

“Goodnight, Jed.”

 

 

To be continued …