By Rubbag

“Yes, I am Augustus.”

I look at him across the table.

“I am very impressed, Jed.”

I don’t know his face but his voice.

“None of the others could remember my name at this stage.”

But I know his voice, the cell phone.

“That’s right, Jed, there was a cell phone and the matter of a wager.”

I made a bet with this man.

“Which you lost, and now you are here.”

I look down again at my own body, trying to understand how I could have gained so much muscle all in this clear rubber welded to my skin, catching the light. This can’t be real, none of this can real, I must be asleep, it feels like I’m asleep, everything distant and slow.

This is a dream.

This is my dream.

“Don’t try and retreat into fantasy, Jed. This is very real.”

Feel so slow.

“This is real.”

So hard to think

“This is your body.”

He is beside me again, guiding me to my feet.

“This is your rubber skin.”

Hands so warm on my rubber skin.

“Your permanent rubber skin.”

So hard to think, like floating, becoming slow.

“Your metabolism is slowing down as your body cools.”

Do I say everything I think?

“My you are the clever one, Jed.”

Have to fight it.

“Yes, Jed, but its so hard even for someone as stubborn as you.”

His hands slowly turning me around.

“And now you have so little will left.”

To face the doorway.

“Now concentrate, Jed, tell me what you see.”

There are the doors, the doors through which I came in, one step down into this room.

“Look at the walls, Jed.”

It feels so hard to con-cen-trate, so hard, like I’m beginning to float.

“No, Jed, only the walls, tell me about the walls.”

The walls, the walls are wood like the doors, dark panels, sq-uare panels and there is … is …

“Yes, Jed, go on.”

There is the light.

“Very good. Tell me about the light.”

It’s … wrong.

“In what way?”

It’s too bright and it shines onto the wall. The lights on the floor, there are too many of them.

“Don’t look down, Jed, concentrate on the wall, only on the wall.”

“On the right, to the right of the door.”

I feel him closer behind me now, his words in my ear.

“Can’t you see?”

As his arms slip through from behind me about my waist.

“Can’t you see him?”

Feel his hands exploring my rock-hard abs, my rubber abs, his hands hot, so hot on them like coals.

“Can’t you see his abs, can’t you see how ripped they are?”

Feel his hand moving up, moving out over the expanse of my chest, pumped out, pumped out, to the max.

“Can’t you see his chest, his muscle chest, in rubber, in rubber like yours?”

Then I see it on the wall, carved into the wood, the outline of a man.

“Jed, Jed, don’t you know him yet?”

It’s wrong, the light is wrong, the panels aren’t carved, they look distorted on top of him like … like …

“Control deactivate the projection cloak.”

There is a flicker and then there are only bare concrete walls. And only he is there, hanging there, suspended from the wall. His arms tight at his side, tight like his legs, together, toes pointing down. His head looking down at us under its blond plastic shock of hair, plastic skin shaped, held angular and eyes silver, silver eyes, which never close.

I touch my own face. I touch my own crotch. Like his, a cup swollen and trapped. Transparent like his skin, his rubber skin stretched tight too, his body a masterpiece sculptured to flesh.

It’s like he’s held there, waiting, asleep.

Soft as a whisper, I say.

“Josh.”

I can feel his hands gently on my shoulders.

“Yes, Jed, Josh has learned to obey.”

Hands turning me to the left, where the doors are just doors now, plain and blank.

“That’s good, Jed, now turn just a little more.”

The other wall is empty, no longer wood, just concrete, now cast and empty except for a groove cut into the wall, there was one behind Josh as well. And where it meets the floor there is something there, something dark and shiny, something I can’t quite make out.

“Go on, Jed, go a little closer.”

His hands on my hips, guiding me forwards.

“No … this is wrong.”

I try and back up, but I keep moving forward, getting closer and closer to …

“Shhhh, quiet Jed.”

Closer.

“Don’t you want to be with?”

Closer to it.

And then I see it, almost on the floor, a dildo, a plug, huge and black, its tip dripping oil back onto its swollen body.

No … I want to stop … I want this to stop.

“Don’t you want to be with Josh?”

Yes with Josh … I want to be with Josh … on the wall …

“Don’t you want to be like Josh?”

The plug is mounted to the wall, a metal rod in the channel, ready to rise … shit that’s all, that’s all that’s keeping Josh on the wall … up his ass … fuck … fuck.

“Shhhh, Jed, quiet.”

“Relax.”

“Slow.”

Turning me around.

“It’s good to be mounted.”

To face him.

“Mounted on the wall.”

My back to the wall

“Mounted like Josh.”

Cold and smooth.

“On display like Josh.”

But warm to me.

“Riding his plug.”

Hearing the whirr of gears.

Between my legs.

“His thick rubber plug.”

Feeling it rise.

“A butt plug filling his ass.”

Pushing my thighs apart.

“Wanting to be mounted.”

Sliding between my legs.

“Mounted and filled.”

On my rubber plug.

“With your rubber plug.”

Thick rubber plug.

“Stretching you open.”

I can feel, feel it, feel myself open.

Ahhhh, it feels so good, going in and in.

Making me more open.

Filling me.

I know this is wrong. I know this is wrong.

And then.

Oooohhhhhh!

Lifting me.

< IMPULSE >

Lifting my feet from the floor.

< IMPULSE >

Riding it up

< IMPULSE PLEASURE >

Impaled on it.

< PLEASURE >

Wanting it.

< PLEASURE >

My hands. My feet, sliding on the wall behind me.

< PLEASURE OBEY >

Finding no purchase.

< PLEASURE OBEY >

Trying to breathe, trying to remember Josh < ERROR > the Club < ERROR > our room < ERROR > a touch down < ERROR > last year < ERROR >

I … < IMPULSE > wait < IMPULSE >

Shit, fuck this.

< PLEASURE >

This is too much.

< PLEASURE >

My whole body focused through my ass.

< OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE >

There is a click and I < ERROR > stop rising,

< DESIGNATION ERROR > wait, what the?

“Don’t you know your name, boy?”

< IMPULSE SLOW > feel myself < ERROR > slowing

“Your designation.”

< PLEASURE > oh, fuck me < ERROR >

“As a unit.”

< IMPULSE CORRECT > < I = ERROR > look down at him < HIM = ERROR >

Augustus speaking, he said I am a Unit?

< CORRECT: THIS UNIT IS UNIT 6 >

Augustus smiling.

< PLEASURE > wait < UNIT 6 = PLEASURE > the voice in my < MY = ERROR > < STATEMENT ERROR: CORRECT >

In my head, the voice making me.

< THIS VOICE IS YOUR VOICE THIS IS CONTROL > this voice < PLEASURE > is my voice < PLEASURE >

Making it hard to think about anything but the voice.

< CONTROL = PLEASURE > ahhh, shit, no, have to think < THESE THOUGHTS ARE YOUR THOUGHTS THIS IS CONTROL >

Dominus is smiling.

It sees the smile as he raises the control pad.

Wait … fuck … it is trying to make these thoughts my thoughts.

< THESE THOUGHTS > no they < ARE YOUR THOUGHTS > making it call him … < CONTROL > he is Dominus Zero One.

Dominus Zero One vanishes as projectors active … no, the bastard < ERROR > made it … made < ME = ERROR > think < THOUGHTS > are my thoughts of he is < DOMINUS 01 > Augustus. < IT IS > making it is obedient to … < CONTROL IMPULSE UNIT 6 CHANNEL CONTROL >

< IT IS > no … < UNIT 6 > watching < INPUT VISUAL > light play < IMAGE > on its body < TEXTURE MAP > < WOOD PANEL TYPE 4A > finding < IMPULSE > < IMPULSE PLEASURE > in being hidden by the projection device for its masters < DOMINUS 01 > pleasure.

The < UNIT 6 > is < ME = ERROR > new thoughts these < THOUGHTS > from < CONTROL IMPULSE UNIT 6 CHANNEL CONTROL > are becoming all that < I = ERROR > am conscious of.

< IT IS > trying to understand that < IT > will continue only < OBEDIENT > to < CONTROL IMPULSE UNIT 6 CHANNEL CONTROL >

The man known as Augustus looked carefully at the flickering image which hides his newest possession. Like a carving in low relief, every muscle, every perfect chiseled line of the boy can be seen in the false panels of the projection cloak. The cloak was a last necessary distraction blinding the boy’s sight and leaving him to focus only on the Control Impulse. Even through the cloak Augustus could see that the boy had already lost motor control, his whole body hung limp on the wall, his head turned down to one side showing no sign of the pain, of the pleasure, of the sheer weight mounted through his dildo-stuffed ass. The projection cloak began to adjust for the high reflectivity of the boy’s new synthetic rubber skin. Augustus watched fascinated by the symbolism of the carved figure before him being drawn back, fading into the cloak’s cheat of the wooden wood panels behind him. Only the lips of the boy could still be seen moving stiff and slow as if in some deep conversation with himself, as he indeed he is with his new self with his new consciousness.

Augustus allowed himself a glance at the control pad in his hand.

< IT IS OBEDIENT >

[ –It-is–obe-dia–ent- ]

The boy’s core body temperature was already 28C.

< IT IS CONTROLLED >

[ –It-is–con–troll-ed — ]

Soon cold enough to lock its new consciousness in place.

< IT IS A UNIT >

[ –It-is–a-unit- ]

Now conscious only of being a Unit, Unit 6.

< IT IS DESIGNATED UNIT 6 >

[ –It-is–des-ig–nat-ed –unit-six ]

On the control pad, 28C flickers and then 27C is displayed.

It must very close now, very close.

And there.

< INPUT : CONTROL CHANNEL UNIT 6 : DESIGNATION COMMAND >

< SET ALL OTHER THOUGHTS TO STATE = ZERO >

And there is no reply, the boy silent as his lips cease moving and fade from sight.

< CONFIRM >

No response.

< CONFIRM >

No answer.

< CONFIRM >

Nothing left to answer.

The boy only aware of.

< DEFAULT RESPONSE > < EXECUTE >

< THIS UNIT IS UNIT SIX IT HAS NO THOUGHTS OR DESIRES SIR >

< REPEAT DEFAULT RESPONSE OUTPUT VERBAL >

[ –This–unit–is–unit-six–it -has–no–thou-ghts–or–des-ir-es–Sir– ]

Excellent, clean and efficient, nothing but the control program evident.

Control seemed to be satisfied as well.

< STORAGE POSITION MOUNTED 01 > < EXECUTE >

Augustus watched the projection cloak ripple. The boy became animated again, seeming to flow back out of the wood paneling as it assumed the position to be designated Mounted 01. The motor training had commenced some ten minutes ahead of schedule. Augustus could just make out the shape of the boy in its first storage position, legs together, both feet pointing, arms tight by the side, head turned down, the whole body rigid and taunt.

There is a

< PAUSE >

As Control analyses the positional data from the boys rubber skin.

< TOLERANCE STORAGE POSITION MOUNTED 01 UNACCEPTABLE >

< REPEAT STORAGE POSITION MOUNTED 01 > < EXECUTE >

There is the smallest of movements from the boy’s feet as the crude muscle stimulators in the skin of the suit help to guide the boy’s own fine motor control.

< TOLERANCE STORAGE POSITION MOUNTED 01 UNACCEPTABLE >

< REPEAT STORAGE POSITION MOUNTED 01 > < EXECUTE >

This would take some time.

“Four days.”

The control pad confirmed his guess, 4 days 3 hours predicted with a 25% variance.

The man returned to the desk standing beside it as his fingers rested gently on the push button controls of the old tape recorder, its reels slowly spinning. He watched the right hand reel slowly fill as the machine’s counter clicked upward in literal feet of tape.

“Recording Stop,” he says, only as a marker on the tape before he presses the button marked STOP.

The reel is quickly wound in and then removed from the machine. On the shelf behind the desk is the thin cardboard storage sleeve. He pauses for a moment, the tape still in his hand, anachronistic, analogue like the hand-written label stuck to its surface, JED to identify the recording. He gently rests his fingers on the label, thinking that this is all that remains of the old Jed, feeling the pleasure of perfect control as he slips the reel into its waiting sleeve. It soon joins others like it on the shelf. He looks at the words printed along the spine of the sleeve, UNIT 6 in times new roman.

“Control, activate driver one.”

He walks back towards the entrance to the room, taking one last look at the figure of the boy mounted on the wall.

“Control, after I leave cancel the projection cloak.”

The door closes behind him.

The projection cloak stutters and goes out.

The room’s timers begin to count down from 30.

Unit 6 does not notice the change, it is blank, it is nothing until the Control Channel gives it something to think.

< STORAGE POSITION MOUNTED 02 > < EXECUTE >

The Unit’s body responds to its new consciousness without question.

The room’s count is now 20.

< PAUSE >

The count is now 10.

< TOLERANCE STORAGE POSITION MOUNTED 02 ACCEPTABLE >

The count is now 5.

< CONFIRM STORAGE POSITION MOUNTED 02 = CORRECT >

Correct first time.

The count is now 1.

Control takes no pride in its achievement but merely adjusts to enhance the training efficiency and updates its predictor to 3 days 22 hours, variance 10%.

The count is zero and the room is plunged into darkness.

Unit 6 does not respond, there is nothing to respond, it is blank it is empty.

And then it receives a new thought.

< STORAGE POSITION MOUNTED 03 > < EXECUTE >

 

To be continued …