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The Roommate – Part 2

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By RbbrStorage

Note: This story originally appeared on the RubberZone site. It is reposted here with permission.

Matt awoke the next morning to the feel of the rubber plug gag being pulled from his mouth.  He panicked against the tight bondage, confused until the slim memory he had of the night before slowly came back to him.  Matt struggled against the sleepsack to confirm that he was still laced down to the bed and strained to hear any sounds as he slowly remembered that the tightness around his head was his favorite rubber hood.  Movement on the bed reminded him that all of this was the work of his new roommate – this stranger whose name he still didn’t even know.

“Hey, um, you’re gonna let me out now, righ –AAGH!”

Matt screamed as a sharp jolt of electricity coursed through his balls bringing tears to his rubber-covered eyes.

“What the fuck?  That hurts like hell-AAGH!”

Matt just couldn’t clue in to the idea of keeping his mouth shut.

“Fuck, man, I’m just not into that sort of – AAGH!”

“Urinal.”

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The Roommate – Part 1

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By RbbrStorage

Note: This story originally appeared on the RubberZone site. It is re-posted here with permission.

“Rim.”

Matt instantly pushed his tongue past his lips and deep into his roommate’s asshole, probing, licking, sucking, worshipping.  This wasn’t how Matt would have spent a Thursday evening just two weeks ago.  But now, in twelve short – correction – twelve long days, it had become routine.  Expected.  His life.

Matt was lying in the middle of his living room floor.  At least, he thought that was where he was.  He hadn’t actually been allowed to see anything while inside his own house for five days now.  But if his bearings were right, he was lying on the floor between the couch and the T.V., tightly enveloped in a snug rubber sleepsack and hood.  As had become the practice, his roommate had ensured that every hole in Matt’s body was properly controlled – plugged, catheterized, covered or stuffed.  His ass was firmly plugged by an electro-butt plug, his piss-hole was controlled with a catheter sunk deep into his bladder, his ears were filled with effective plugs, his eyes were covered by the rubber hood and his nostrils were filled with the hood’s rubber breathing tubes.

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Our 3D Date – Chapter 2

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By Rbbrstorage

Conversation over dinner mostly covered business and sports. I wouldn’t have had much to offer to either topic, so perhaps it was good that I was restrained at the side of the room in a laser-measured and 3D-printed composite exo-skeleton that kept my body entirely motionless from my crotch to my mouth – my ass impaled by an integrated dildo, and my mouth invaded by the open mouth gag that formed the top of the device and covered my teeth – my torso sealed inside a sheath of composite metal with my arms pinned close at my sides – all of it contained in a single piece of near-seamless, flowing and organic design that perfectly fit my body.

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Solitary Confinement

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I had it made.  Fit, handsome, in my mid-twenties, and in the perfect job.  At least, perfect for what I had in mind.  After only three years since graduating college, a series of lucky breaks and departing mentors had led to my promotion as company controller of a mid-size manufacturing company.  And as the guy in charge of handling the money, I knew exactly how I wanted to handle it … with the occasional diversion into a private account in St. Martin, thanks to some creative conversion of foreign currency when dealing with our suppliers and off-shore plants.

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Nerves of Steel

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Jason could have sat there all afternoon.  A California beach.  A beautiful day.  Pounding surf.  And surfers.  Hot, young, tanned, muscular surfers in tight, shiny rubber and neoprene wetsuits.  This was the image that had brought Jason to California – this, and the fact that the declining U.S. dollar made it impossible for him to spend the entire summer in Europe.  At 21, he had just graduated from college, had no idea what he wanted to do with his life, and was certain that a few months of wandering would clear his head and give him direction.  And right now, that direction was due west, where he found himself drooling over the image of a masculine stud stripping out of his wetsuit in the middle of the beach and drying himself off.  All those winters wasted in Michigan – if only Jason could have had parents who lived in California.

“You a surfer?”

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