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.
