By Sportsrubb

Hey guys. It’s my first story to compose. I want to catch some things I like in different ones, so here’s a start. If you have any comments, suggestions or want to give supper: sportsrubb@gmail.com

Present day

With a blast I wake up. Sitting upright in under a second my heart races like crazy. I’ve got the feeling that I have slept for ages. Everything is dark but I can feel that I’m my own bed. My own room. It looks a bit warmer then usual though. When I scratch my arm I feel rubber, which makes me start thinking. Did I put my rubber on, can’t really remember me doing that…. We’ll sleeping in rubber isn’t that unusual for me but not remembering is rather strange. In a sudden I feel a sharp pain in my head. The kind of pain that equals the worst migraine I ever had. Thankfully there are painkillers next to my bed. Always. So with some difficulty I manage to find them and I can do something to that awful headache. The flashing doesn’t stop immediately so I decide to get back in bed and close my eyes.

6 months before

Well, here I am again. Surfing the internet, posting pics on instagram, and wasting my whole evening behind the computer looking at hot guys having fun. Why, why isn’t my life like this I wonder.

I’m the rather usual gay guy. A bit self insecure about the looks, have a nice job and some great friends, but not any of them into any gear. And yes there is a boyfriend, who actually likes gear himself too.

At 32 I start to wonder. What does life give and what can I make of it. Especially when it comes to gear and fetishes. I’ve known I’m into gear from a rather young age, but it developed only indoors. Way to shy and way to insecure to go out.

When my boyfriend comes home from his work he finds me yet again sitting behind the laptop and he asked me if I again have wasted an entire night with chatting and looking at pics. Busted! So I confess, yes yet again. We kind of get into an argument. Not the fight kind of argument, but the argument in which he make very clear to me that he sees that I want way more gear in my life and I have to embrace that. Not only for his sake, but for mine too. My boyfriend is a strong believer that we should all embrace ourselves and live our life to the fullest.

At the end of our argument I promise to do so. He makes me look for a good party and book a hotel and ticket. What did it become? The PUB Crawl in Cologne. A hell of a drive away but also a great start to socialize in rubber in the open. The party is already in one week….

So the next days I’m fluctuating between going and not going. Every moment deciding something different. And then it comes. The 0-moment. I have to decide. Grabbing all my guts together I pack my bag and get to my car. There is still a 5 hour drive ahead of me.

Arriving in Cologne was late and I immediately change into my rubber. Did I mention my main fetish was rubber? I just love it. The smell, the feeling. It’s just perfect. So I go to the area where the party is being held. It seems like everyone is so open en friendly, It feels like coming home. Coming home to guys I don’t even know but also do know because of there strong feeling for rubber.

I the group there is a sub group called R247. Guys handsome as hell and with the most tight bodies you have ever seen. They have the Beachboy looks and the tightest rubber on. And they are actually very friendly. So friendly that I start to share my whole life story to them. Telling them how I’ve grown up feeling insecure and loving rubber. And guess what, they actually had similar ways of growing up.

They convinced me that I should take matters in my own hand. If I want to be more muscular, work out. If I want more rubber, wear it. And while talking I notice I’ve got more and more willpower to actually change things. We decide to keep in touch and exchange numbers for WhatsApp.

3 months ago

It’s been a while since I visited the PUB Crawl. And things have changed. I have bee starting to work out again and I find myself more often in rubber. Not always a full suit but sometimes briefs or a shirt.

After visiting Cologne I’ve been chatting a lot with the men from R247. They where actually so nice to inform me about how to work out, how to have my diet and what supplements to take. They even where so nice to send me some Whey protein so I get more muscular in a quick way.

My BF loves the way I’ve changed. Being way more active and well, the tighter body isn’t that bad to look at for him. And I must say its addictive. Working out a lot. 4 to 5 times a week feeling guilty of I go 3 times.

I even go during the super heated summer. It’s so warm but still I manage to find the discipline to go. Working hard, but also relaxing hard afterwards in the sun. People start to see the more relaxed me and give me compliments for my discipline and the way I look. Especially the dark tan I have got in the sun.

Present day

I hear my BF entering the room and I wake up again. He’s smiling. ” Well, well well what do we have here. Sleeping in your full body suit with toe socks on? You horny basterd he laughs. But times up for now, we have to go to that meeting from your work so change quickly.”

Still a bit sleepy I walk to the shower and turn it on. Let’s put some water in the suit so I can get out of it more easy. So I grab my neck to pull they suit. And then it hits me. Panic. I can’t find the edge of the suit. Feeling again and again I scream to my BF that he has to come. He bursts into the bathroom thinking I’m having a hearth attack of something like that. I explain to him what’s going on and his jaw drops. immediately ¬†he starts looking too. But also he can’t find the edge. All the wile the clock is ticking. We really have to go. My job depends on it.

I make a quick decision. I can suit up in a way no one can see anything. Hands and head are free. In a split second I do so and get into the car. My phone buzzes. No time to answer that, I am already late, and with that I put it on silence mode.

After the meeting I look at my phone again. 11 missed cals from my friend from the R247 group. Strange. He also texted me saying: “Hey Bastian hope you like your new self, x Robert.”

How in Earth does Robert know what’s going on? And I decide to immediately call him. He answers the phone after some time with a cheery voice. Again if I like the new me. I can only react by stuttering. What, huh, how. Then he explains to me that in the Whey protein the have mixed a chemical that turns skin into rubber. It changes the DNA of a person changing it forever. I ask him why he did it.

R247 stands for Rubber 24/7. All the guys of that groups are guys who had trouble embracing there rubber fetish. Felling ashamed by their feeling. By altering their skin into rubber they dindn’t have to doubt again if they’d change in rubber. They have selected me to join their group and he tells me I can feel honored. Not often a guy is allowed to join. It seems that I have been changed into the base model for whatever that means. After asking what that means It seems that later on I can choose which changes I want more. But again with the knowledge that everything is irreversible. There are option from getting myself into a rubber pup, to rubber gimp, to rubber body builder. I can even choose my dicksize and so on. Being totally and utterly confused I hang up and walk up to my BF. He heard only half of the conversation and I fill him in on the other half.

Instead of being scared like I am he gets a big smile and congratulates me on getting what I have always wanted. He also mentiones that he has some ideas for the next permanent alteration, but that he wants to discuss them with me. With that we go home. But I can’t wonder to think. What does he want to make me into. How extreme will this get?

This is part one. From reactions of you guys I will select the start for a sequel. What would you like?

 

Metal would like to thank Sportsrubb for this story! Be sure to send him feedback!