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The Roommate – Part 3

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By RbbrStorage

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

Matt had no idea how much time had passed when he felt his roommate unwrapping the rubber strips that held him mummified to the weight bench. His muscles ached and his head swam in confusion only made worse by the sensory deprivation caused by having every hole plugged and controlled. Matt was pulled off the bench and stripped of the rubber bondage surf suit, then led across the room and onto a platform that felt rubbery and spongy. It only took Matt a moment to realize that he was standing on his treadmill, but by then the rubber fist mitts on his wrists had been secured to the crossbar. Matt felt his roommate unstrap the gag stuffed in Matt’s mouth and pull it free, only to quickly replace it with a wide rubber tube gag through which Matt would be able to draw all the oxygen an exercising body could need. His roommate then inserted some kind of narrow tube deep into the gag and taped it in place, leaving the wide tube otherwise open. Moments later a drip of sweet liquid started through the tube. Matt recognized it as his favorite sports drink.

Suddenly the world shifted under his feet and Matt nearly fell to the floor, only to be steadied by his roommate as he clued into the situation. Matt started walking in time to the treadmill, slowly clearing the fogginess from his head. Over the next hour, his roommate slowly increased the speed of the treadmill until, soon, Matt was jogging at a good speed, breathing heavily through the wide piss gag while the sports drink trickled down his throat. Finally, after what seeming like hours, his roommate slowed the treadmill and eventually brought the exercise session to an end. Matt wheezed through the gag, relieved that the exercise was over, and then particularly relieved when he felt his catheter drained somewhere other than his mouth.

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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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An Important Day in the Life of Don Stewart

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By Mister-X/Spartan

The alarm went off. It was set to only last 2 seconds before turning off and not coming on again, but it was enough to awaken Don. He stretched and turned over to his side of the bed. His partner, Jake, was on the other side. Don knew that Jake was awake and waited for Don to get up. Jake enjoyed watching Don try to get his morning duties done.

Don brought his cuffed ankles up and pushed against the covers. He was able to get his legs outside the bed. He turned his body to the left, and with his hands cuffed behind his back, was able to reach the top of the covers and throw them down onto the rest of the bed covers. Without the covers hindering most of his body, he was able to bend his legs, and by supporting the edge of the bed with his cuffed hands and by bending his knees, was able to get upright. He started walking over to the bathroom, able to do so because of the chain between his cuffed ankles, though having to take small steps due to the short length of the chain. Don knew that Jake would be watching with a smile on his face.

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In Bronze

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By ty dehner

The rope was tight around his wrists as his hands formed into fists while he was struggling. At times his toes would curl with the rope snug around his ankles.

When he entered the front door, I left a note for him to strip naked. I didn’t care what he was wearing when he arrived, but he will be wearing what I want when he leaves. I will decide when he leaves, and it won’t be the same way as he arrived.

As he turned and looked at the door I came up behind him and placed the leather blindfold on him. His mouth opened and left a slight moan as the first of his senses were removed. He placed his hands behind his back and spread his feet slightly to stand at attention. That was impressive, as he wasn’t even ordered to do so. With my leather-gloved hands, I gently stroked his naked body. I could tell he was truthful in our online chat that he was a firefighter. He was firm but not overly built.

While stroking this body in front of me, I could hear his breathing increase and his cock was growing in front of him.

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The Cock Tease – Part 1

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By New York Cheech

He was standing in a front of a pet store, looking at the puppies in the window. He took my breath away. Half squatting to get a good look at a Dalmatian puppy, his Adidas warm-up pants were hugging his muscular legs and beefy ass. But his upper body was even more impressive. He was bulging out of his tight white t-shirt. Awesome shoulders, bulging pecs, and an impressive v-shaped back that tapered down to a narrow waist. He was a fantasy come to life. His arms were muscular, and I could see a hint of a tattoo peeking out beneath his tight sleeve (were those handcuffs inked into his shoulder?). He had thick wrists and sinewy forearms. His hands were large, tanned and with a little hair on each knuckle.

His face was just as intimidating as his body. Short cropped hair, a chiseled jawline covered with a five o’clock shadow. His full lips turned up at the corners as he smiled at the pup. He was wearing mirrored shades, which added just a hint of mystery to this fine-looking man.

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Montana – Part 07

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By ty dehner

I woke suddenly and realized I was still in the room and in the bull suit. I started working the suit with the hooves. My muscles were stiff, and I was between the cool and the steamy inside the leather. It was a struggle and I eventually worked my way out of the suit and got the bull hood off. There were keys for the muzzle and soon I was dropping the leather off me. I tried the keys, but none opened the cock cage I was trapped in. I stood slowly.  It felt great to have the feeling return to my arms and legs and stretch them again. I was alone in a small room and as I stood there was a wooden bench with a note and some clothes on it.

“Boy, here is some clothes for you to put on. Put it all on and we’ll be heading out to the bar after you’re done. I know you’re sweaty and pissed soaked, but I like a boy like that. So, get dressed and let’s head to the bar!”

With my cock still locked in the steel there was no underwear. But there was a pair of black Wranglers with a belt and huge silver buckle on it. The Wranglers were snug and showed the bulge in my crotch. A pair black boots followed. As I slide my feet in each I discovered they were filled with piss. Guess that is how I wear boots these days. As I stood I put on the cowboy shirt followed by a leather vest. There were a pair of black leather work chaps that were also snug and helped to further show off my cock and balls. A black leather jacket was followed by tight leather gloves and a black cowboy hat.

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Chronicles of a Slave Trader – Chapter 15

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By PredicamentBondage

Exercising livestock is of paramount importance. There’s no point in procuring prime body-stock if it’s allowed to deteriorate during training. It’s essential to promote increased stamina, improved strength, greater wellbeing, better health and, hopefully, enhanced sex-appeal in every slave. Consequently, the slaves are exercised hard, every day.

The treadmill pods provide slaves with adequate cardio exercise, as each occupant spends at least six hours a day walking, jogging and running, trying to catch some sleep between pre-programmed exercise sessions.

Slaves also spend at least four, 3-hour sessions in the gym, every week. Our gym is well appointed with the latest, state-of-the-art equipment that would not be out-of-place in the best high street gymnasium. Glass walled on two sides, the gym provides me with good visibility of the slave’s progress.

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