Note: This story is by Eckie, and it is from his website, Eckie aka Bondagfan. It is being shared here with the author’s permission.

By Eckie

I could not tell what makes this bond special, we have never met, we had some occasional conversations over email, some more intense ones for a while and then again just the rare occasional one. From my side for sure it was fascination, he lived what I a lot of times fantasized about, or to be said better: he allowed his slave object to live what I often dreamed about in wet fantasies, and not just for a short game, no, he lived that for more than two decades already permanent. A Man, stripped of all humanity, made into a permanent rubber object existing only in the small of his master’s worlds, by his side or heavily chained in storage in a small basement cell.

It was a few images of a scenario that just got me going from the first time I saw those and I kept looking at them many times in the years after, and suddenly a longer while ago that very object was contacting me by message, we talked for a while, that’s how I also got to chat later then with his Master and Owner.

It was as if he knew my inside thoughts on this subject, playing with my mind for a while, intense emails for a while, but of course, it did not even happen, moreover, the contact faded for some time then again. But somehow, even though never meeting him, I considered quite a bond to have established nevertheless even now. However, we never actually got to a point where we would have met, neither during travels nor on a purposely planned visit. Sadly, a sudden unexpected mail from him arrived where he notified me about the sad passing of hos object, leaving him of course in an emptiness one cannot imagine.

Again, quite some time passed since, and in those 2 years we just had less than a handful mails exchanged, but I thought of him occasionally, just out of the blue, never knowing why actually. So since I had not taken any holidays so far and soon was about to go on a business abroad trip not too far from his location, I decided to be blunt and just ask if he would be interested in me dropping by after that business trip for a day or two, finally see eye to eye, have a drink or two and just talk.

To my surprise he was happy to hear that and accepted the proposal, we agreed on the date of my arrival and I got the address to go to as well. I took a few days off work just following that business trip, a long weekend without work would do me good also.

Time came then and after I arrived at his place, being greeted with a nice smile by what I considered from his general impression a gentlemen of old style, well we were both not young anymore so likely had a different education and view on things than most youngsters of today, we entered and sat with a coffee.

A few general ‘how are things’ mattered were exchanged but also of course the ‘time after’ his loss came to the talk at some point, only now I actually found out he did not look for someone else after that, saw it as a great phase in his life, but it was in the past now and no longer relevant for current or future. He decommissioned all the rubber his former object lived in all those years, never even thought about looking for someone who would fit into it and could rather seemliness replace that object living hidden underneath all that rubber and chains.

Thinking back on my mind going crazy seeing that man in the heavy rubber chained in his prison sure made me think it would have been great to have all that rubber for myself, but in those days where we talked a little more intense over mail we already found out that I was way bigger than the object he had locked up. I remember that mail when I sent my measures to him and my disappointment finding out there was no way to even try one of those suits and being placed in those chains for a while, but I remembered too then, my fantasy of just spending a weekend like it was never something he enjoyed much, at that time, for him it was a complete surrender that mattered, not serving someone else short game fantasies.

That latter now made it so much more surprising when he offered me to check that basement cell that was empty for two years now already, but how could I refuse that, immediately those images I remembered came to mind, extremely curious of course then to see the reality. It was a humble feeling to walk down those stairs, end up at the heavy thick door closing that cell and then finally setting foot into it.

There they were, those heavy chains I remembered from the images, in the corner, just where that former object sat in those images locked into all of them, of course unrecognizable under what was clearly thick and heavy rubber from head to toe. It was a small cell, but in the corner, and again I remembered from previous talks, a small shower where that object regular was ordered to clean itself and the rubber, of course that needed to be done as well if you actually live in that rubber all the time.

But the most surprising part was a different one… In that corner, next to the shower, that large black heavy rubber piece hung off a hanger at the wall. I asked him, as he mentioned having given away everything prior, he smiled, then told me he just could not resist that thought in the past weeks after we agreed meeting here and made sure this one was present when I arrived. It was clear I was confused what that meant, but he calmly just continued that if I wanted to, I could try it on right now, it should fit rather well. Despite still being surprised about this now, my mind worked quickly pushing that away and racing forward into what my dick as well liked that very moment, I had that image again in my mind, that rubber object in chains, unrecognized, sitting there, no options, no choices, destined to be nothing but that object ever again.

I had no problem to immediately agree to it, gladly, thanking him for allowing me to try it and I had no issues to strip my sweater, jeans, sneaks, socks and undies off in no time. He meanwhile grabbed that suit and then even assisted me getting into it. I was sitting in that very corner his former object sat so many years, slipping my feet through the small opening at the back into the heavy, cold, thick rubber, all the way down to the attached heavy rubber boots. A little effort pulling those boots up, they were a good fit, maybe one size too large which was better as I always needed a size extra on boots to be able to get in and out easier. Then I stood up, he helped me pulling that suit up my chest, entering my arms into the heavy thick cold rubber sleeves all the way down to the attached thick rubber gloves, the sleeves being a little narrower at the wrists would keep my hands in there as well since the suit itself was not a skin tight suit, but more of a very think rubber diving suit of kind in its looks, so while not overly large, it fit well and not skin tight over my body. Lastly the attached hood part of course followed, slipping my head into it with his assistance, pulling it down, making sure eye, nose and mouth hole are proper aligned, he then was on my back side and closed that heavy airtight zip, tightening the hood, neck and shoulder part to the extent that the suit now seemed to be perfectly all around me from head to toe. The hood was not loose enough to slip around, keeping the holes in it in place even when I moved, yet not tight either, given its thickness pretty much being as the rest of the suit, I guessed at least 1,5 to 2mm, maybe even slightly more.

I moved my arms, turned my head, went down and up again, made a few steps in it, not only was it an incredible great feeling in general, sealed like this, I felt the weight, the stiffness of that rubber, tried imagining suddenly how his former object must have felt the same initially when he first time got sealed up, just that he then never was released of it, had to live in it, had to make it his ‘normal’ and not just a game, but that would not go beyond trying to think what it must be like, you can only know when it happens in real.

Of course, I thanked him for allowing me to be in that very suit, told him how excited I was, told him about those very thoughts I had just in my mind, smiling, him just watching me, watching how I obviously enjoyed every second now. But then… The crowning of it, he asked, since he realized how much I enjoyed this moment right here in right this situation, whether I would want to go the full way, pointing at the pile of chains in that corner I sat minutes before when getting rubbered up. I could not resist, those heavy rubbered hands of mine felt my crotch, also under heavy rubber of course so little to feel, but it was still inevitable to notice that the dick underneath strained for attention. He smiled seeing that, told me that normally of course it should be locked away underneath, there should not be an option to enjoy it like that when inside here. I agreed and told him that would make it even hornier and at the same time even more frustrating for sure.

But of course, what I never thought could happen was happening right now, I was trying out not just a suit like I had remembered, but was given the chance to get chained up that very same way I had still in my imagination from those images. He pointed at the small bench like corner pedestal for me to sit, I did not even hesitate.

He started with the heavy steel shackles on my ankles, large enough to fit tight over those heavy rubber boots, connected by just three chain links, quickly locked in place then. The wrist shackles followed, fitting perfectly over my thick rubbered wrists, between them about one or a bit more foot chain connected. He then added a steel collar of course, fitting just as perfectly over the heavily rubbered neck of mine. He then told me that this would be the general way to be even when leaving the cell occasionally. But for the times in the cell, freedom was not really part of it, so he started on the remaining lengths of chain still laying and hanging there.

Using padlocks a chain was added from that middle chain link on the ankle shackles the way up to the collar, another chain dangling off the wall permanent welded on to an embedded ring in that wall above me sitting here, to each of my sides in the walls a chain was also permanent fixed into the walls and the ends of those chains now were locked to each one of my wrist shackles and finally a last chain on the low, attached permanent to another embedded wall ring was now attached to the chain between my ankle shackles.

I felt the weight of all that steel even while sitting only. But he also then surprised me with a sudden gag, no idea where he hid that before, but holding it in front of my mouth I did not even think and opened wide, the large gag went in my mouth, quickly buckled and locked on my back tightly, I moaned, not that much more would be possible anyway now.

The he told me to get up and see how much freedom I may have. I got up, feeling the weight even more, but also noticed the chain from legs to collar barely allowed standing up straight, it pulled a lot on collar and the leg chain when I stood up completely. I could barely make much steps with the short connection between my legs, had very limited reach with my arms, not just unable to take than apart more than the chain between them allowed, but also when trying to step forward, I realized that those wall chains would keep one within a very small range of movement around this very corner. Legs, arms and collar firmly attached to the wall made sure of that. I even had another brief flash of those images I knew so very well, thinking that if another one would be taken now, it was unlikely anyone would even realize it is a completely different person or time, but as well realized that the amount of movement I could make now in this corner, if a camera was fixed on that spot I would not have an ability to get anywhere outside that image range either.

Again I touched my crotch, he could not see, but his smile told me he knew how I was smiling under that gag now, of course he repeated the fact that this (pointing at my crotch) normally should be prevented as well, the purpose of being here like that is not to enjoy oneself, but to suffer the time it takes before receiving eventual attention of any kind again. His former object was not here to be entertained; it was here to HIS enjoyment only. Well I could just nod, on both aspects, the needed lockup of a dick to prevent self-pleasure plays but as well that in such a case as he lived for so long with his rubber toy, he is the one that matters only.

I sat down again, not much sense walking when it is not possible, the weight I was not used to either and of course the building of heat in the heavy thick rubber seal I was covered head to toe by made me prefer that. Here I was, in that very dream I had so many times… Well, not really, as that dream was a life like this, not just a trying it on. But hey, this moment was more than I ever could dream of, I would have never ever imagined ending up sitting here like this at all.

But I did, and I was excited like hell, and when he surprised me once again, that excitement did not at all change. He went to the door, looked back at me and just said ‘see you tomorrow then’, did not wait for any reaction, just left, the heavy door was pulled shut and I could hear the heave locking colts being shoved into place, not that those are even needed, I was not in position to get anywhere near the door now.

Well, I spent the coming few hours in horniness, excitement, in sweat and exhaustion, trying to move the little I was able to regularly, sit or stand, rubbing my hard dick, unfortunately once to many or hard times at some point, I felt the warm sperm run down the leg of the suit, exhausted panting into the gag, having moaned plenty before that. But the inevitable happened… Once that horniness fades after cumming, the excitement, while still there, was not as overwhelming, instead I started feeling the thickness of the rubber, the heaviness of suit and chains, and the inevitability of the situation more and more strongly. And naturally… Not being able to do anything but be here, silent, alone, no idea about time, nothing exiting anymore and of course the discomfort of the heavy thick rubber, the sweating inside, the rattling of the chains at every movement bringing also their weight constant to mind. And that did not change back into horniness for several hours. While normally I never had an issue, given the right situation or stimulation, to get horny quickly again, for some reason this time it took a long time.

I could barely but just lay down on the floor, tiredness, be it from time passed, not really aware how much that was, or be it from exhaustion of seating, weight, hard breathing or simply boredom of just sitting around helpless like that, kicked in for sure, I was not really able to sleep but as it is, the body takes what it needs eventually and I slipped away several times, each waking up though slightly panicking before realizing what situation I was in and why that was, I mean you wake up, are still dizzy and confused, feel that sweaty enclosure everywhere, want to move and immediately of course feel the restrictions you are in, not really finding a proper comfortable way to sit or lay down also yet, and of course the dozing away did not help the loss of feeling for time either. Was I sitting here now a couple hours or was it the next morning or even later already…? I could not tell.

When finally I woke up again by the noise of the heavy door bolts being opened in was glad and relieved. Even more seeing that he had what I believed to be a fresh coffee with him… He placed a tray with some bread and that coffee on the floor and then removed the gag, I smiled clearly recognizable even under that small mouth opening. He asked how I was and I told him the troubles my mind faced, not really anything physical, but the boredom after the horniness was gone due to my wanted/unwanted cumming, the discomfort I felt then, the sweat I was not used to, the total enclosure and restrictions puzzling me every waking up and so on. He just grinned, obviously he was sure that would be the case anyway, he certainly went through such issues with his previous object in the beginning too. He then handed me the coffee and the plate with the sandwich on it. I was hungry, thirsty, appreciated that, even more I looked at that bottle of water also on the tray and decided to down that in one go as well now. Difficult to hold that bottle, the cup of even that sandwich when you feel little under those thick rubber gloves and even more have to find your way into that mouth hole in the thick rubber hood over my head, once again I was wondering, how well and how soon could one get used to that being the ‘normal’ that never changes… Not that I could find an answer to that. He just stood there watching me.

I needed to pee however once I finished, so I asked him if he wanted to release me for that, but he did not hesitate to shake his head. He explained it is simple, I should imagine if I could not have kept it during the last night, what choice would I have, and right now, why should that be any different, so whatever I would have to do, I would have to do in this very circumstances, that’s what the regular shower and clean time was used for, whether that was every morning or somethings not for days. I nodded, told him that’s clear and understandable, the needs of that kind I had were not relevant for his choices on releasing or not. The regular/irregular shower and clean times would make sure there are not lasting consequences, but if that means to stir in own piss or even worse for a while, it was not really something a victim in my current situation would have a say in, regardless of how much one would be disgusted by it or just unhappy with it.

I am not sure was it because I asked this very question or was it his plan all along, but he confirmed it would be simply a matter of having to deal with the situation, like it or not, so o should not ask or think about other options anyway. Then he just got up, pushed and locked the gag back in place, grabbed the tray and left, locking me back in here alone once again.

I realized, since there is no choice, so best to not try to avoid the inevitable, since I had no idea when he would be back, I did however have trouble to do it while sitting, so I stood up and soon after felt the hot piss run down mostly one and a little in the other leg down into the sealed on boots. Now not only quite some sweat but also quite some piss was in there, every step as small as it may have been now caused that splashing and squishing sound not letting me forget I stood in my own piss and sweat now. I tried ‘walking’ around, well as little as the chains allowed, but getting a little movement, stretch, not that it satisfied much, but after the water, coffee and the sandwich I definitely felt better, as much as that could be said in this situation, hot, heavy, sweaty rubber and chains in my aware mind constantly, but… It did have the enjoyable stimulation impact, I felt horny… But this time I would not cum I decided, well as long as I can keep my hands from grabbing my dick through the thick rubber everywhere.

I think I waited in boredom, yet still some excitement again, for another hour or two at least before he was back. He then unlocked the chains attaching everything to the walls, nothing else though, and had me follow him upstairs, now that was a change, small steps, the stairs, feeling the weight of everything even more now again and of course hearing my piss and sweat splash around as well, not that it mattered since nothing would leak while I was up in the house.

He kept me upstairs then lay under his kitchen table while he had an extended breakfast, cleaned up and finally got me up again, without words just hooking a chain into the collar and leading me out the back of the house. I was worried about others briefly as I had not seen anything there yesterday so was not sure how covered it was, but it was a long garden ending into what seemed some public woods. He did not talk, just lead me by the chain in slow pace, knowing I would not be able to make large steps and moreover, this was the first time for me walking like this.

I think we walked about an hour deeper and deeper into those woods before he made a rest in a small opening, enjoying the surroundings, having me just kneel there waiting silently. Only after what seemed an eternity for me, exhausted and sweaty from the walk, he talked, asking if I was doing ok, unable to speak, I just nodded, as physically I was, exhausted but not in trouble, he asked if it was how I imagined it, I nodded heavily, it really was better than imagined despite all the discomfort, boredom, sweat and frustration in the time since yesterday. He also asked if I needed to get out of it now, I hesitated maybe a few seconds, did I need to… Not really, did I want to…. Pretty sure yes. But since I could to tell him and his question was about needing to get out, I shook my head. He smiled on that reply but seemed to know what goes on in my head and asked right after if I wanted out of it. Again, I hesitated a few seconds, if I said yes, he’d take me out and I’d be free, but… Would I maybe enjoy it a while longer… I was sure on that. So, I first shrugged my shoulders briefly before again shaking my head, indicating I might maybe, but better not. To my surprise he understood that perfectly, confirming to me what I just thought, confirming that he was clear about that struggle, I surely wanted out but also wanted to enjoy it longer.

That was the extent of the talk, he enjoyed the surroundings for a while longer in silence, then just grabbed the chain leading me and we went all the way back to the house, immediately back into the call in the basement then. Down there then to my disappointment he removed all shackles and the collar and told me to get out of the suit, have a long proper shower and proper clean out the suit as well. He assisted as needed in the begin pulling the hood off and the suit far enough down so I could do the rest myself, then he left the cell, not forgetting to lock that heavy door again.

I used the time well, a long slightly cold shower, there seemed not to be sufficient warm water here, nevertheless refreshing for sure, and during and after that also took care of the suit, emptying the large amount of sweat and piss first and then flushing it thoroughly several times to make sure it was clean all over inside. Finally, I managed to hang it upside down and then… Well I was done, he was not back, the cell was locked… Nothing to do but sit and wait.

I did not have to wait long though, after maybe ten minutes he already entered again, smiling at the naked me, looking at the suit hanging there, nodding obviously approving I did ok on that. But then he made me an excited guy again, asking if I wanted to get my clothes back or if I wanted to go back in suit and chains again, I did not even have to think about it and immediately told him that if he allowed it, the suit would definitely be the choice, he grinned, likely having expected that answer, then briefly went out the door and came back in seconds but… Holding a chastity device up he said that this one then however would be mandatory. A simple device but efficient looking, a tiny tube, several wired, rather easy to figure out, wires around waist, wirings from top to tube and end of tube to the back, a simple padlock in front locking it all in place without choice to remove or get out then. I grinned, though not having expected that I still liked it, so asked if this would actually fit sufficient enough, but he waves, had me assist checking the length and distances of the wires first, using a simple screwdriver then adjusted the wires slightly, telling that this should give the needed effect now. Placing it then confirmed that quickly, my now semi hard dick luckily went into the tube well because of all the lube he had in it already, but of course given the tiny size meant I would have to get soft quickly or be rather uncomfortable for a while. Pulling the wire between legs to the back first, then using the wire to go over my hips to the front, all while I held the front up accordingly, the two ring-embedded ends then looped over the pin in the front, a simple ring plate added on top of that and the padlock then slipped over it and snapping shut…. This was definitely secure, I could not push those wires down my hips, could not move that tiny tube away from my body either and the pull from the wire towards the back ensured the tiny tube half disappeared between my legs too, definitely no way to touch or enjoy a hard on.

He then grabbed that still a little wet inside suit and immediately had me in it again, just like yesterday, suited up and sealed in completely again and shortly after all shackled up and attached to the wall in all chains again. He did not say anything more or wait, just left me back there then, locked that door and I sat in the tiny dim light from the ceiling again where I was before, this time horny again and more frustrated, any attempt to squeeze anything through the thick rubber was fruitless completely, I thought I felt something hard there, the steel tube, not that it did anything good to me though.

I changed between sitting, standing with some small steps around the length of chains and trying to lay down a few times, but else it was horny, boring, exciting and tough, hot and sweaty and exhausting again, and of course, I had not the slightest idea when he would come back again, in an hour, a few, tomorrow… I will have to wait and see. The problem on the chastity of course is the added frustration, I would like to enjoy this predicament but cannot really, the tiny tube did not even allow me the get hard without quite some discomfort. Because of that the boredom took over quickly, still feeling great despite sweat, weight and frustration, but the boredom would be something I’d sure get in trouble with on longer run.

And a little longer run I was able to feel this time. He came back once at some point with again food and lots to drink, but that was all of the interaction, and long after, having slept a few short or long times in irregular intervals hard to really say anything, he was back with breakfast, or what I counted as such, simple mush and strange tasting water, and that repeated that next day also again, but calculation of meals and given my arrival Thursday late afternoon, my getting back into the suit Friday, it should be Sunday morning by now. My boots ere full of sweat and piss, I was in pain from constant horniness without having ability to get hard without trouble, felt aching from the weight of both, the heavy rubber suit and the chains, finally he took me off the chains and ordered the previously once done shower and suit cleanup, just this time he told me he expected me back in the suit by the time he was back again. Not knowing how much time I had I did faster this time, just the cleaning off, not the enjoyments of a long calming shower, just the proper rinsing out and now waiting for it to dry, instead getting myself in the suit as much as I could, that was everything except closing the heavy zip on the back, then just sitting there waiting for him, but even though all of that took less than what I thought 20 minutes, he entered shortly after, as if I managed to just be in time. Again, without talking he closed that zip and placed me back in all chains, immediately after that he left me in the locked cell alone again.

The same routine repeated once more, two meals, between nothing but exhaustion, boredom, frustration and irregular sleep. At no time we talked, the only interaction was the feeding and the moments where he took me off and back into the chains. This means by my calculation this should be a Monday morning now, time to end this boring, exhausting and frustration, yet still absolute dream situation.

When he finally returned this time I was anyway totally out of any time assumptions, I thought probably evening, but what could I tell, but he released me off the chains locking me to the wall only, took me upstairs again, and to my surprise we have a walk into the woods again, almost two hours before we were back at his home and he had me kneel on the floor in his living room, the splashing of the boots made me briefly worry, but of course nothing would leak here for sure, so I was exhausted from the walk again but glad to be here, in presence of him, not all alone.

He smiled at me for an endless time, well, it felt like it, before finally talking again to me. He removed the gag and then asked me what I thought the time and day was now. I told him about my calculations, or better said estimations, given darkness outside I assumed it was Monday evening by now and even though I had one more free day, I would sure need to think about getting home soon again, given that I had several hours drive ahead for that. He smiled, then after a while pausing he told me that I was wrong, it was actually Sunday night, he deliberately did schedule the meals irregular, knowing it would confuse me, as he used to do in the past, making it impossible for his prior object to know what day of the week or month it may be. That meant I had two extra free days, surely enough to recover and make my way home.

I laughed at that, really I was that disoriented on time, I did not expect that for sure, but could fully understand the reasoning behind it, having been here just three days basically, trying to imagine that on a permanent situation, why would an object need any information of time, days or even years, such an object as he has in his life would not require any of that anymore, all that would matter is to enjoy those few times where you are in your Mans presence and to endure the remainder of life in your rubber and chain prison, no need to be entertained, no need to be informed, no need to be aware of anything no longer needed in your life then.

I also now remembered what we used to discuss in some of my dreams when we had the more intense mail exchange, the fantasy of trying and then ending up captured against will, but also his counter that he would actually ask once and once only, but the choice his object at the time made then was final and permanent, no taking back at any time no matter what. So, I told him about all those thoughts now and he just smiled silently, letting me just say it all out loud now.

For quit a long time of just looking at me, I felt quite uncomfortable, what is he thinking, what goes on in his mind now, is he considering or laughing about this or what is in that mind right now. Finally, he spoke again.

He told me that what would I actually think or do if such a question was asked, would I be able to make a decision, a final irrevocable one, I was afraid of that question, had to think quite a bit first before answering.

I told him that in other circumstances I would really have to think hard about it because I still feel so excited that an acceptance of such an offer would be more likely than now. But I had maneuvered myself over the last decades into a situation that simply did not allow me to just quit my life and disappear into another form of life or existence. I was not uncomfortable or in problems, but I was under obligations I just could not leave behind, not just family or friends, I told him I might have maybe just a tiny bit of thoughts on leaving that behind but maybe make that choice easier than at this moment considered, but my house, well the mortgage on it and the second mortgage on it, the past many years where I put more money into supporting my parents and family instead of working of a higher paying back of those left me now in a situation that a sudden quitting of everything would leave a large amount of open debts behind, something I would not want to either leave open behind when disappearing, unaware if or how that would even be possible, anyone else to have to take over or care of. Sure, in some years likely I might inherit something and be off all that, but until then, however long that would take, I’d have to go on working and taking care of it myself. As said, I was not in troubles or uncomfortable financially, on the contrary I was in a good place on that part but could not just wipe those debts off the table in short time.

He listened to it carefully without responding though, but I think I was in my voice (without full rubber covered head he might have even seen the expression of apology and sorry in my face) clear that I for one was not happy with that situation restricting my choices but on the other hand also honest and serious in everything I said. He did not say anything either when he got up and had me get back into the basement cell again, just to end up chained to the wall as the time before, he left me alone again in uncertainty of what he may or may not think now.

Adding to the discomfort, frustration, sweat, weight and boredom, I now felt some guilt as well, it was definitely no longer exciting here now, that made time pass even slower I thought for sure, so it was a tough time now back down there all alone in this predicament. And even though time was not really a measure to me, I assumed when he returned with the second meal it was the next day evening likely again.

And here is where my writing fantasy splits….