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The Roommate – Part 5

By RbbrStorage

Note: ‘The Roommate’ originally appeared on the RubberZone site. It is re-posted here with permission.

“Work.”

The command sounded so familiar.  It was only Tuesday, Matt’s second day at work since the arrival of his roommate the previous Saturday, and yet it seemed as though he’d heard the command a thousand times before.  Of course, he had, but recorded on all prior occasions but one, burned into his subconscious by repetitive recordings instructing Matt on the proper response to each of the many commands he could expect to hear from now on.  Hour after hour had been spent by Matt, strapped down or suspended, stuffed into tight rubber bondage, his holes plugged and controlled, aware of little else but the tight rubber bondage and the voice of his new roommate, and not quite understanding the gradual impact that the repeated commands were having on his willpower.

Twenty-four hours earlier, the command had struck fear and anger in Matt’s heart and mind as he wrestled with the related instructions to shave his head, go to work and then return for more bondage abuse and storage at the end of the day.  But today, the command exploded in Matt’s mind like a starter’s pistol announcing a race.  Matt had already learned the previous day that his shaved head was no big deal at the refinery, and no one had even seemed bothered by the open collared shirt showing off his shaved chest, or, if anyone noticed, even the lack of underwear under his thin slacks.  Matt had learned, to his great relief, that even with a shaved body and tight fitting clothing he was still as invisible as ever – a wallflower who could go about his day without attracting attention, without attracting scorn.

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The Roommate — Part 2

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

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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