Amalgam

_________________________INTRO_________________________

I don’t know about you, but when I’m feeling horny I tend to get geared up and read stories whilst constantly pawing at myself and eventually reaching the point of no return, sometimes it’s explosive and very satisfying, whilst others you feel like you stepped over the edge just a little bit too soon.

There have been a few times now when I’ve been searching for a story that fills my desires as fully as possible but to no avail; so what I thought of doing was to put into words the imagined scenarios in my head when an actual story isn’t enough.  I know I have a wicked imagination and have written several stories over the years. 

My only hope was that someone would be able to translate what was in my head when playing with me and take me to a place physically and mentally which would satisfy my urges for as long as possible.

One scenario imagined in my head was first sparked by a story I read many years ago and some elements of that story appear here, though I would wish to credit the original author I wish I knew his name to do so, but this is my own creation based on something I read over five years ago and really is a completely different animal.

_________________________CHAPTER 1_________________________

Bored and out of work, I often escape my day to day routine by chatting to mates online or by getting geared up and having some fun on my own.  My imagination can take me places much more fun than the one bedroom flat I rent and can only just afford to keep on my state benefits.

Fortunately for me, I have some nice gear, if a little limited in quantity.  Motorcycle gear makes up the basis of my pervy wardrobe, with tight fitting one piece sportsbike leathers with matching gloves, a Simpson helmet in matt black and dark tinted visor and lastly bright orange motocross boots that are my daily uniform whether I’m going out for a ride or not.

Today, I get my gear on and decide I’m going to go for a blast using the last £20 I have in my bank account.  The difference is that today I’m going to ride with a plug in my ass and my cock and balls will be trapped in my metal chastity device. I strap  the metal chastity device shaped like a Jofa cup on held secure by the waistband and also ensuring the buttplug can’t be removed until the chastity device is unlocked. 

I get geared up with my one piece zentai lycra suit with attached hood, gloves and feet, and slip into my Dainese suit, ensuring my back and chest protectors are snugly located and secured.  Zipping my suit up, I pull my helmet on and secure the chinstrap and the breathguard snugly over the top of my nose.  Finally, pulling my leather gloves on and fastening the straps, I am complete.

Walking out to the garage from my flat involves passing through the communal area of the building, and some young lads being loud stop and stare as I stride past them, my leathers creaking and my boots chinking as they scuff the hard concrete floor.  One of the lads shouts out ‘bring out the Gimp!’ and the others laugh in unison, if only they knew how much that turns me on, my cock straining inside its metal prison.

After crossing a busy road to get to the garages, I reach my lockup and proceed to unlock my machine.  Unplugging it from its battery tender and checking it over like a good biker, I straddle the seat and slowly lower myself down, resting my weight onto my plugged ass.

I moan softly inside my helmet and thumb the engine starter button. The engine bursts into life and sends vibrations through the plug and deep into me as a result!  I would have shot my load there and then straight into my leathers had it not been for the pain of my cockhead pushing painfully against the inside of the metal codpiece.

First gear engaged, I emerge from the lockup and stop the bike so I can lock the door behind me.  After getting off the bike, I adjust the codpiece once more so that my leathers aren’t pushed to one side, and once again straddling my throbbing motorcycle, engage first gear and set off to a destination I haven’t decided on yet.

Looking down at my clocks, I realise that of course I need to fuel up, so next stop is simply to get fuel from the local petrol station.

Stopping at the pumps and getting off, I get my bike filled up successfully without taking a single item of clothing off.  Standing in the queue, I even keep my visor closed and as my turn to pay comes up, the cashier frowns and tells me to take my helmet off.

My helmeted head slowly shakes to confirm a ‘no’, and I hand the cashier some cash and tell her the pump number.  She scowls again and tells me I need to take my helmet off to pay.  I just stand there with one leather gloved finger holding the cash on the counter. This has become a standoff between a jobs worthy cashier and an anonymous guy she can’t see the eyes (or single piece of skin) of.

She begrudgingly takes the cash, hands me the change and starts bellowing the rules of her forecourt, but I’ve already turned and am striding my way out of the shop.

I simply love doing this to her, and the feeling I get in what feels to me like such a pervy outfit in a queue of people I know I’m making feel uneasy simply 'cos they can’t see my face or eyes.

The buttplug finds its way into my hole even further as I sit down on the bike’s saddle once more and thumb the bike into life.

Leaving the petrol station, my bike comes to life as it roars up the road and toward the city limits.  Passing the de-restriction signs, I open my bike up and fly across the countryside feeling the amazing freedom the bike gives me, wind pushing against my leather clad body.  The armour and hard boots and helmet making me feel invincible as the speed rises, wind pushing back against my chest and forcing my helmet to push against my forehead and cheeks.  Increasing revs transmitting the intensifying vibration of the engine through the seat and directly to my prostate through the buttplug wedged in my rear end and kept in place by the chastity belt and the leather suit I’m encased in.

Enjoying my favourite road close to home, I want to discover new roads and decide to take a route I’ve never been down before, and I’m not disappointed as it opens up into a great flowing road with a perfect surface. I easily open the bike up, and get carried away reading the road and moving across the saddle, hanging off like a racer. My hornyness is intensified as I go from one direction to the other, and the buttplug gets a shove as my ass passes over the seat.

The road starts to close in with trees lining the sides of the road disguising the sharpness of the bend and I’m carrying far too much speed. I go wide and start to run off the side of the road onto some gravel. Still going over 50mph, I start to lose control of the bike, slide into a ditch filled with plant life and come to a halt knee deep in water.

Cursing inside my helmet, I’m furious with myself at making this mistake, letting my hornyness get the better of me.  My left boot pinned against a tree root by my bike, I’ve discovered I can’t actually dismount my bike.  Looking around, I see the ground all around is sticky mud so I decide to keep my helmet on rather than let it get filled with mud.

I reach around to the cubbyhole I put on the lower frame to retrieve my phone in order to call the breakdown recovery service.  I shove the phone under my helmet and then discover my breakdown cover ran out last month, and because I couldn’t afford to renew, I’m not covered anymore - well and truly stuck now!

Just as I was about to have a major meltdown, I hear a noise from behind me and then a thumping squelch as a couple of lads jump down into the ditch with me.

As both guys are behind me, I can’t work out if they are friendly. My mirrors got pushed out of alignment on the trip into the ditch and by the time I could have adjusted them, it is too late.

One of the lads grabs my arms and the other puts me in a headlock. The next thing I know, I can smell something sweet and pass out.

_________________________CHAPTER 2_________________________

I slowly come back into consciousness, and realise I’m still in my full biker gear, but I’m now lying down on the floor inside a barn.  My body feels heavy and I remember I had a bit of an accident, and the last thing I recall is the thud-squelch of the two guys jumping into the ditch behind me.

I go to sit up and then feel the heavy metal collar around my neck snag on the chains holding it to the floor.  I go to move my arms and legs, and they too are shackled in irons.  I’m confused how I ended up here. Is this some sort of pervy dream I’m having, or maybe my accident was worse than I thought and I’m now in the afterlife. This is far too strange to be real, surely?

After a short time, I hear a creak and thud of footsteps coming down some stairs. Out of the darkness of the barn and through the tinted visor of my helmet which is now misting up, I see the silhouette of one man who appears to be very broad and muscular.  His feet catch the ground as he walks and I can tell the boots are heavy from the sound they make.

As this man approaches me, he passes some chinks of light coming through the barn doors. As the light passes over the man’s body, I can see that he’s wearing biker gear himself, but without a helmet - just a hooded face.

As the man stands over my restrained body, he creaks in his leather and leans down closer.

The man reaches out with a leather gloved hand and opens my visor, much to my initial relief.  I look up and study the man standing above me.  I can see the man is very well built, and has sparkling grey eyes which seem to pierce through the dark interior of the barn highlighted by the blackness of the man’s face.

The man appears to be completely covered in leathers - bike leathers which don’t seem to have any fabric panels on whatsoever: no graphics or contrasting metal zips.  I’m not keen on the ‘Bluf’ look, preferring the sportbike leathers I wear, and this man seems to have exactly the type of leathers I adore but without any unnecessary extra bits.  His gloves are plain black with knuckle armour glinting in the light, contrasting against the slightly dull matt leather finish of the rest of his hands and body.  His boots are all black motocross style, like my own boots, big and chunky and I feel like I want him to stand on my increasingly throbbing cock, but am sharply reminded of the chastity device and soon after the buttplug embedded inside me.  Finally, the man’s head is covered entirely in leather, showing only his eyes which don’t leave my own eyes all the time I’m studying this erotic shape standing over me.  My cock twitches again and I just want him to touch me and do wicked things, this clearly perverted and totally anonymous figure of lust standing dominantly over me.

A swift kick to my booted feet snaps me out of the trance like state this leather clad man has me in, to realise there’s the second man standing at my feet wearing some very similar stuff, but his hood shows the man’s mouth too.

His heavy booted feet catch the floor as he strides up to the top half of my body - all the time staring down at me, the helpless biker.

‘We know who you are James; we’ve been watching you, waiting for the opportune moment to take you.  You used to ride past our little part of the countryside like clockwork, but not today.  We heard your loud exhausts, unmistakable that fruity V-twin sound is, but you didn’t pass us so we went to find you and look what we found, trapped in a ditch after overcooking it on a bend.  So we helped you out, and brought you and your lovely bike back to ours, cleaned you and your bike up good as new’ he knelt closer to my head and continued ‘ aren’t we good to you?’

I mumble a ‘yes’ from underneath the Simpson covering my head and I nod anxiously

There is something a bit unsettling about local perverts though. I had experienced a guy who’d been watching me before, as he lived opposite my old house, watching me go out for rides and noting guys that visited on weekends, only to meekly message me after a year or two and reveal how much he adored me from afar.

This was a new level entirely. Although grateful for the help, I’m now bound with heavy chains and metal shackles to the floor of a barn somewhere I don’t have a clue!

My cock betrays my head and fills the metal codpiece locked onto my loins.

‘When we were cleaning you up, we noticed the chastity device and had a little probe around for other things, so we know what you’re wearing under that sexy suit, James’ the man says with a glint in his eye and a shove of the toe of his boot at the base of the buttplug filling my hole.

‘We have an amazing place to play here and plenty of gear to put you into, plus I’ve read your blog James, I know you don’t have a job to get to or family to get back for. I’m going to keep you for a few days and show you just how much fun it is to be my slave.....after all we fixed your bike and cleaned you up after your little off, you’ve got to work that off somehow, haven’t you?’ He smiles a toothy grin, showing off some very white teeth.

With the evil cackle of the man talking, I see flash of black leather as the other guy clamps a rag onto my face under the chinbar of my helmet and I notice that sweet smell once again and drift off into unconsciousness.

_________________________CHAPTER 3__________________________

A warm buzzing sound and a cool breeze wake me this time. Devoid of my biker kit and fitted with a leather muzzle, locking mitts and bondage socks, I’m now naked but for these few items, inside a comfy room with no windows.  Looking around I see there is a leather bench sitting down one side of the room, a metal chair similar to an electric chair sits opposite and finally a cage with metal rings obviously designed to hold the neck of its occupant in one place on the far side wall.  A shower head positioned ominously in the middle of the ceiling and with closer inspection shows drainage in the padded floor and eyelets in the walls near the ceiling and near the floor.

A loud thunk is heard, and the door opens to reveal the broad guy that was clad in leather, is now clad fully in rubber, and once again only his eyes show, glinting as they are framed by the rubber hood which appears to be part of the all encompassing rubber suit this being is wearing.  The only break on the suit being the thin metal collar around his neck, which appears to be attached to the zippers running down from the top of his hood and up from his back in a round pendant shaped retainer with a purple flashing LED.

‘MMM locked into rubber’ I say aloud, and I can see the man in front of me grinning from beneath the hood.

The man closes the door behind him and proceeds to open a chest concealed in the wall. He takes out some thin cuffs with chain attached, and then after locating the ends of the chains on the eyelets on the walls, lays them out near the base of the showerhead.

The rubber clad man walks over to me and grabs the d-ring on the top of the muzzle, pulling me over to the centre of the room.  In the middle of the shower head is a retractable pulley which he attaches to the same d-ring on the top of the muzzle.  Next, the metal cuffs are placed on my wrists and ankles as the man positions my feet wide apart leaving me feeling very exposed and vulnerable, he walks around and gives my nipples a squeeze and I moan into the gag as his pinch increases and the sensations shoot up and down my body and end in my cock, now free to expand he chuckles silently.

‘I’ve read many of your stories, James’. I look at the man in rubber, but the voice didn’t come from him, it sounded like it was right next to me.

‘Almost all of them involve depilation, cleansing of the colon, catheterisation, and some of the more extreme versions involve permanent bondage or gear.  Puppy play, being fucked or at least some toys inserted, exploration of that area in general, sensory deprivation, mind games, full coverage, locks, and ultimate control with no choices’

At the mention of these things, my cock speaks for me yet again; only this time there’s no chastity belt or leathers to hide the raging hardon throbbing in the air and leaking precum from the slit.

‘Good! We have our answer then’ the voice says.  I look to the rubber clad body next to me, and I can see him grinning and chuckling under the hood.  My mind cannot possibly control my raging hardon at the mention of these things which do turn me on.....in my fantasies...in my fictional stories....but this is real life and though I do have a kinky lifestyle, I haven’t tried most of the things I’ve written about.

The two guys around me bustle around for a few minutes, leaving me to think about the words already said and to get used to the bondage situation I find myself in.  With no additional stimulus, my cock begins to calm down and become flaccid once more.

‘Oh, and body modifications seem to be a fairly common theme too, like piercings, I see you have a tattoo on your upper arm already, and look - your cock is responding to those suggestions too’ the voice taking on a sinister tone now, the words sound like this is what’s going to happen to me.

‘Enjoy the feeling of your skin breathing fresh air, because shortly it won’t be exposed for a very long time, hehehe. Gimp, start with full depilation’

With that order, the rubber clad guy starts removing my muzzle, mitts and eventually socks too. Now more naked than I’ve ever been, I know what’s coming next, and as the ‘Gimp’ returns from the wall cupboard with some clippers, I feel my cock throbbing and I simply want to explode....I fear it will if the Gimp spends too long shaving my groin.

Gimp shaves my whole body first with the clippers, and then with a wet razor using a gel substance or soap.  Next, he rubs cream into my skin and works it into my whole body including my face, eyebrows and even inside my nostrils.

After I’ve been completely coated in the stuff, looking like I’ve just crawled out of a vat of whipped cream, the Gimp turns on his heel and walks out of the room, leaving me feeling slightly violated and extremely horny.

Thinking initially the cream was to sooth my raw skin from the wet razor, it didn’t take long to realise it was depilation cream and it began to sting, especially on my sensitive parts. The Gimp had ensured it was on my ring and around my cockhead too.  The pain begins to sear into my senses like a red hot poker, and I scream in pain, wanting it to end, driving my brain into overload. I begin struggling against the chains, only to find that they are growing shorter the more I struggle, my legs slowly being drawn apart, and my weight being put more and more onto my wrists.

I begin to sob uncontrollably, then the water above my head bursts into life, shocking me into submission.  My tears soon stop as I realise the pain is subsiding, and I watch the cream being washed from the uppermost parts of my body whilst it continues to burn my lower regions.

The Gimp walks in once more, and he retrieves a brush and a hose from the wall chest.  Plugging the hose into the wall and grabbing the brush, he begins scrubbing my body, now devoid of hair within sight, and rinsing the parts the overhead shower couldn’t reach, my skin feels red raw

‘Now we’ve removed your hair and dead skin it’s time for the next stage’ the voice announces.

The rubber Gimp tidies the room up, and ensures that all the cream and water has been cleaned away.

The Gimp takes some surgical gloves out of a packet and slips them on. It looks weird, completely covered in black rubber with these white rubber gloves over the top.  This is when I realise what’s coming next. The Gimp gets a kit box out, which looks menacing, but due to the lid, I can’t see all the contents from my position. The Gimp stands up, and I see he has a pair of long forceps with a cotton swab. The Gimp proceeds to expertly clean my cockhead with clean swabs at every pass.  I can only assume the long rubber tube he’s then taken out of its packaging is the catheter I was hinted at receiving earlier.

The Gimp approaches me, holding my cock with one hand, he starts feeding the tip of the catheter into my cock.  I watch him push it into my erect cock and I can feel it entering me.  I watch the tube being fed down, and with every push, I can feel it going deeper and deeper into me, eventually pushing against my bladder, and with one final push, finds itself deep inside of me.  The Gimp injects saline into the bulb and I can feel the liquid entering me and inflating the bulb inside my bladder.  My cock throbs with the feeling of the intruder, knowing its proximity to my prostate, it wouldn’t take much stimulation to make me shoot my load.....as painful as I know that would be!

The Gimp takes the surgical gloves off, and reaches for another, thicker tube with a double balloon shape on the end of it.  He lubes it up and walks behind me.  I feel the coldness of the Gimp’s fingers entering me, opening my ass up once more, and shortly following it with the tube and double balloons, once past my sphincter are inflated to hold it in place. Now both my cock and ass are plugged with tubes, and they are both going to be utilised soon.

The Gimp then washes his black arms down and retrieves one more tube and a spray bottle.  I remember writing some stories about intubation before, but I hadn’t actually considered it could be done to me!

‘Open your mouth, James. Gimp will spray an anaesthetic into your mouth so you don’t gag.’ And with that, the Gimp sprays a shot of sweet tasting stuff right at the back of my throat, taking my breath away. I close my mouth shortly afterwards, quickly changing my mind about this whole thing.

‘This is going to happen whether you like it or not, it’s best to be compliant really’. The Gimp has an object shaped of heavy wire in his hand, and brings it up to my face, hooking one part under my top row of teeth, and the other part behind my bottom row of teeth.  The ratcheting sound confirms my mouth is being wrenched open, so I’d have no way of rejecting the tube now.

With my jaws wide apart, the Gimp sprays the anaesthetic into my mouth once more, and brings the tube up, before starting to feed it into my mouth. I can feel it starting to affect my breathing and then I can feel the tube right down my throat. When I open my eyes, I can see that a set of what appear to be gumshields are attached to the end of the tube as it’s pushed into my mouth.

As the wire jaw clamps are released, my teeth sink into the warm gumshields, moulding themselves closely to my teeth and gums, securing the tube in my throat and preventing my jaw from opening again.

‘Final tubes’ the voice says with a soothing tone, as if to say ‘it’s ok it’s almost over with’.  I, on the other hand, am shocked to find out two more tubes are to be inserted.  Sure enough, the Gimp returns and starts feeding two exceptionally long tubes into my nostrils, making my eyes water as they pass through my sinuses, they go down my throat and I can feel them ending in my stomach.

‘Now for your suiting up, James.  You see Gimp in front of you is wearing a special rubber suit which is his base layer. He wears this suit 7 days a week, only taking it off to clean himself up, and even then it’s only removed for a maximum of two hours before he needs to put it back on.  Like you, he has breathing and feeding tubes installed, which is why you see no holes at his nose or mouth. You will be fitted with a suit just like his’.

The Gimp starts to rub some silky smooth substance that feels like silicone lube into my skin which feels amazing. I want to grunt and moan, but the tubes prevent all sounds emanating from me, except for the sound of air rushing in and out of my tubes.

The Gimp coats me from head to toe and proceeds to unfold a pile of rubber from a second larger wall store from behind me.

Bringing the suit around in front of me, my cock springs to attention, reminding me of the catheter installed in it yet again.  The Gimp smiles once more through his hood, the change in the reflections unmistakable.  He unshackles my ankles and slides the pre lubed suit onto my lower legs, effortlessly slides the suit up my lower body, toes popping into the awaiting toe socks attached to the end of each leg.   After my attaching my ankles into their respective cuffs, the Gimp then unshackles my wrists and helps me slide my arms into the sleeves and the gloves of the awaiting suit.

Gimp slides the suit up my body, carefully adjusting this second skin so it covers my body tightly and without creases, the care he takes over the process is awe inspiring.  Once the suit is pulled up to my shoulders, he re-attaches the cuffs to my wrists and I’m once again bound and helpless.....not that I’m complaining.

Looking down, I can see the hood waiting to embrace my head, and some more rubber at my crotch.  The Gimp then takes a rubber half mask and fixes the front of it onto the hole between my upper and lower gumshields. Fixing the two tubes into the top edge of the device, he secures it at the back of my head now covering my face from my eyes down.

In one deft move, the Gimp pulls the hood up and over my head, effectively smothering me with it, as it is identical to the Gimp’s in having no nose or mouth holes, and zips it up in one precise, fluid movement.  With the hood secure, the Gimp zips the rest of the suit up, and snaps a thin metal collar around my neck, locking me into the suit with identical unit on the collar like his own.  Then, he reaches down to my crotch and pulls the catheter tube through some loose rubber at the front of the suit. Eventually, my hard cock pops into the sheath, and with some manipulation, my balls follow into their respective position. With both cock and balls hugged tightly with rubber, I very nearly explode.

The tube in my ass is then positioned, and as I’m contemplating the next stage, I realise I’m losing my motor control, and last thing I think is ‘crap not again’ as my fully rubber clad body slumps, bound in the chains.

_________________________CHAPTER 4_________________________

Flashing blue lights, like police lights, eerily beckon me to follow as I feel myself entering the world of the conscious, I feel the intruders in my mouth and nose and want to try and eject them.  I naturally try to bring my hand to my face, but it’s secured out and away from my body, same with the other one and I remember the catheter and bardex tube invading me too.  My legs are spread out too, and as I become more coherent, I realise I’m very securely fixed at several points into a spread eagle position.

The room this time is clinical white, and from my position, I can’t make out the edges or corners of the room - just a silver beam curving across my body as if I’m in the centre of a ring.  My whole body seems to be supported by rigid braces at all points, so right now the only things I have control over are my eye lids, fingers and toes.  This is total immobilisation and actually very comfortable, the only discomfort coming from the brightness of the room.

I suddenly detect the presence of a shadow to my right. I look over and just about make out the figure which appears ghostly to my strained weary eyes.  The realisation, when I’m able to focus on the eyes of the being, is that they are totally encased in white.  White rubber from head to toe, and the sparkling grey eyes tell me it’s the Gimp, but now dressed in a new colour. 

That‘s a bit of a mindfuck, him wearing white in a featureless white room.

‘Horny sight isn’t he, James?’ A voice from my other side startles me.  In plain sight is the other guy, also dressed in white, his eyes and lips appearing translucent against the white rubber.

‘Are you ready for your upgrade, James?’ His eyes seem to be peering into my soul now. I can’t answer him but I’m intrigued as to what is going to happen next.  ‘It’s all academic really; we wouldn’t have taken you this far to stop half way’.

It doesn’t take long to discover what that is, and as a metal wire cage is fitted over my head and secured in place, my eyelids are hooked under arms preventing me from shutting my eyes, exposing my eyeballs to what I can only imagine to be horrific levels.  I start breathing heavily as I don’t want to lose my sight like this. It was horny to begin with but I’m feeling genuinely concerned now! 

I see the Gimp come into view above my head, holding a contraption. As he brings it closer, eye drops are used to moisten my eyes and full eye contact lenses are put into position over my eyeballs, one by one.

The next thing I know, the metal cage is removed, only to be replaced by a set of goggles fitted over my eyes, the headband adjusted by the Gimp, but I’m unable to see through them completely. I can see the silver bar, but the frosted lens has made both men disappear completely from my sight, blending into the background.  It is the goggles or the contact lenses? Either way, they control what I see now.

I feel some movement, and almost without any discernable motion, I’m upright but still bound in position.

I detect a little shake or wobble in my bonds and then see the circular bar come out in front of me, then a second, moving perpendicular, then I start moving again but twisting, turning, rotating in every direction as my goggles become more clouded and start to darken. I’m submerged into darkness, falling through space, out of control.

Outside my world, the Gimp and Sir observe their new test subject and make plans for his physical training and mental upgrade. The Gimp, tasked to observe Sir at work, stands to attention and is completely obedient until given commands. He is Sir’s number one and I am to become the pet, a dog, obedient but still able to function as a human when needed.  When my programming is finished I will be known only as ‘Boots’.

The gyroscope I’m trapped in has all the hoses connected up so that pumps feed solution to my bladder, stomach and colon. Once there, the centrifugal forces keep everything there, sloshing about and agitating the areas in need of cleansing.  The speed of the gyroscope changes over the time period and the process repeats several times to ensure the programming is complete and all suggestions are embedded.

Back inside my world, I’m being flooded with liquids and I feel like bursting, pressure building up inside my gut and then residing after time. My world constantly turning and falling, lights flashing individual eyes and blurry images are making me think of pervy things.  I can’t hear much through the two layers of rubber fitted to my head, but I’m certain of some sounds as the silver rings go about their job of keeping me disorientated.

The gyroscope control panel shows the countdown timer and the stages of programming coming to an end and 100% complete.  The gyroscope slows each ring, automatically lining up each ring from the outside first then the second and finally the third ring, holding me in position.

Then, the three rings all rotate on one axis, placing me in a horizontal position ready for extraction. But first, the lower tubes get removed.

I feel amazingly calm and relaxed; a warm glow makes me feel totally at peace, all I want is to just ‘be’.  The pressure in my gut has gone and I feel no discomfort, incredibly horny though!

I feel some tugging below where my eyes are happy to be looking, and I just trust I’m being looked after. I have no worries about what’s going on, though I do feel kind of detached from the feelings. 

That is until the catheter is removed from me, the stinging feeling as it comes out is both uncomfortable but also arousing, knowing I can’t do anything about it, trapped in this frame.  The inflatable bulbs up my arse are deflated next, and I feel it being slipped out. Unlike most other times, I don’t want it removed after being inside me for so long.  I feel empty inside and long for my sphincter to be stretched open again and my cavity filled.

The goggles slide from my head, my world turns again and I’m upright once more.  I realise the gyroscope is slightly sunken into the floor, as I’m now eyeball to eyeball with Sir.  SIR? How have I come to call him that?

‘So how do you feel, pup Boots?’ Sir enquires, looking deeply into my eyes.

I take a deep breath and smile underneath my hood, blinking.

‘Good pup! I’m glad you feel that way, we have more to come now’ And with that, my cock jumps to attention.

‘But not yet, you get some sleep. You’ve got a big night ahead of you’ Giving me a pat on the head, Sir turns and leaves me, the Gimp following behind him.  And as I see them open the door, Sir turns around and holds out what appears to be a remote control device, points it at me and my body falls weak in its bonds. My sight goes black and I drift off into a cosy sleep and from behind, the flashing blue light on my collar stops flashing and changes to orange.

_________________________CHAPTER 5_________________________

Ah fresh air! I can move my jaw! Was that a dream, it was so vivid! I’m not wearing my normal clothes, these aren’t mine! And I’m not in control! Whoaaa I’m walking but I’m not the one controlling the legs, I’m inside someone else’s body and they are still in control! I’m just a passenger, seeing what they see, going where they go, and doing what they do, feeling what they feel, tasting, smelling, and experiencing what they choose.

He’s going to his bed and reaching under it, ahh a plastic lipped box, and *heave* pulls it out...YES....he’s a pervert too, looks like rubber too.  Opening the lid and the aroma is heavenly, though he really should keep it in an opaque box not a clear one....huh?...I’m possessing someone else’s body and I’m thinking of how he could look after his rubber better?

The body I’m in is silent, not talking, I can’t hear any voices or thoughts, but I can hear music playing, smell the air seemingly unfamiliar, but with the aroma of rubber detectable whilst this body lays the garments out one by one, cleaning them up and lubing them ready to be worn.

My ‘vessel’ gets into the shower and starts getting ready. I feel like such a voyeur when he looks down at his own cock, rubbing in the same way I would, fondling his prince albert piercing in the end of his dick, turning the ring. OH MY GOD THAT FEELS GREAT! Probing a finger in his ass with a soapy finger. Then, once fully rinsed, he gives himself a douche, filling himself with warm water from the shower.

Once ready, he starts rubbing silicone lube all over his body, and I can feel his cock reacting as if it were my own.  I notice a heavy black tribal tattoo with a noticeable set of paw prints on his left hip that looks great to my eyes. He then starts slipping into his rubber catsuit, followed by a rubber body harness which will disappear down into his codpiece, holding his meat out loud and proud, only covered by a thin layer of rubber, WOOF! Then some red football socks and 20 hole boots.

The socks just folded over the tops of the boots to tidy the red laces, and finally a pair of tight rubber gloves.  He adjusts his thin metal collar to sit over the collar of this catsuit and fixes an open padlock from the front of the suit to the collar, but I can’t see a key anywhere.  Then, he takes a Russian gasmask and hooks it onto his harness.

He grabs a green MA1 bomber jacket and his wallet, keys and a folded piece of card and goes to go out of the door.  Just as he reaches the door, he looks to the left and there in a mirror is a gorgeous looking young skinhead, rubber suit, part of the harness and the gasmask and collar clearly visible and a cocky look to him as he winks at himself as he touches his septum piercing and opens the door.  As he switches the hall light off, I see a flash of orange but dismiss it as a passing service truck or maybe it was an electronic device in the hall.

People in the street try not to look at him, but you know they are looking but trying not to be noticed looking at him; are they looks of admiration or disgust? I can’t tell.

Waiting for the bus, he’s standing out like a sore thumb, enjoying the glances he’s getting, bus fare paid and standing right at the front of the bus where everyone can see him, gasmask clearly visible. He must have shocked quite a few of the ‘norms’, worried he was a terrorist or punk about to cause some trouble.

His glances in the bus windows show a confidence in himself, and he looks damn hot stood there like an alien being amongst the regular people.

The ‘vessel’ takes the folded card out of his inside pocket and looks at it: ‘Private Play Party’.

Just as I’m fading away to darkness I feel the bus sway to a stop and my ‘vessel’ goes to get off.

_________________________CHAPTER 6_________________________

‘Welcome back, Boots. Did you have a nice dream? You’re dripping precum nicely there’ Sir gives a laugh and as he comes back into vision, I can see he’s was wearing black rubber again, but this time with a few additions in the form of stylised armour with what looks like neon strips to accentuate the shoudlerpads.  They look like American football pads to me.  His eyes glint and his rubber looks slick with lube.

‘Just some fine tuning to do now and you’ll be ready for action soon. This is going to be a breakthrough and I can tell you I’m very excited, but YOU will have to wait and see!’ He laughs gently so as not to worry me too much, then I realise…

Everything so far has been in one of my stories in part or whole, the gyroscope, the depilation, full rubber, catheters and mind games....I wanted to be controlled completely and to be treated like this in my wildest fantasies, but now the reality is here I’m stunned but somehow feel safe, and simply feeling erotic and comfortable, so protected yet vulnerable, submissive and controlled, this Sir is an expert, how could I possibly deserve all this?

Sir strides around to the control panel which was facing away from me, and starts being busy at the controls. I feel a little rush, my vision goes blurry and my hearing starts to buzz.  I’m free again, but still in my rubber suit. I feel slightly different though. I’m in a shower again, caressing my slick rubber skin under the water and then drying myself off.

I’m controlling the movement again. IT WASN’T A DREAM! Holy crap the Sir can transport my consciousness into other pervs!!  My new vessel looks up to a mirror, looks at his face and I see the sparkling grey eyes and immediately I’m floating around the Gimp’s consciousness.

The Gimp walks out of the shower room and down a corridor to a wide door which has a unit at neck height, which he backs onto and the door opens.  He walks into the room and in front of him is me!  I can see myself!  This is an out of body experience of the perverted kind, and my god I feel horny looking at myself.

The Gimp stands patiently in front of my captured body. Sir continues to push buttons and busy himself with the program and I, it seems, am motionless inside the gyroscope.  The Gimp stares straight ahead at me and I can just see that my eyes are completely blacked out now. They are open, and I can see that the contacts covered every millimetre of eyeball, giving me an evil possessed look.  How ironic it’s me doing the possessing of other bodies, a shame I have no control as I’d love to take the Gimp’s cock and shove it up my ass.

‘Ok, let’s give this a trial. Gimp, position yourself behind Boots and I will face him toward the floor so you can insert your cock.  Your orders are not to fuck but to slowly enter him as I bring his consciousness back online.  I know he can hear me so I’m looking for a brainwave pattern that is in equilibrium between the two of you’ Sir informs the Gimp. 

I, of course, feel aroused myself at this thought, but the Gimp’s cock remains in its normal state. He’s clearly more adept at self control than I am.

The Gimp positions himself behind me as the gyroscope rotates 90 degrees and lowers itself slightly, so my awaiting hole is at the Gimp’s crotch level.  I catch sight of the LED flashing purple on the unit on my collar, and an intermittent blue flash too.

I feel dizzy again, but my vision is obscured now. I’d changed places again and can feel I’m restrained once more. I’m back in my own body, about to have the Gimp’s rubber clad dong shoved into me.  My arsehole, almost licking its own lips at the prospect, feels like it’s opening up of its own accord, wanting to suck that meaty cock into it.

I begin to get some vision back, starting with a dull darkened version of what the Gimp sees, and yet I’m still experiencing my own body, bound in the gyroscope.  I can see that the Gimp has an erection now and is lining himself up to enter me.  I can feel the Gimp grasping his cock though his hand and through his cock and then it happens. The second I feel the Gimp’s cock touch my sphincter is the second I feel his cock start to push into me.

‘Bingo! We have hit the jackpot lads!’ Sir breaks the silence with an unusual out of character tone and turn of phrase.  Purple and blue LEDs on my collar flash in unison.

The Gimp then pulls out the tiny portion of cock he’s slid into me, and I feel ÜBER frustrated at not getting what I want... The Gimp looks down, and I can see my cock dripping precum in long strings of clear sticky fluid.

‘He’s ready and we’re going to make a lot of money!’ Sir tells Gimp as he almost jumps up and down with ecstatic joy as the Gimp’s and my brainwaves have meshed up quicker than even he imagined.  It doesn’t matter that as a side dish he’d brought me to the edge of what could have been the ultimate in pervy scenes and then denied me any sensation at all.

Sir points the remote control at me, and again I fade into blackness.

_________________________CHAPTER 7_________________________

Unable to move, I can feel myself being zapped on my cock and inside my arse. My muscles contracting with every jolt, the levels seemingly getting higher and higher. I can’t speak, as I can feel a gag wedged in my mouth. How is it I can wake up being used like this? I’m on fire with pervy energy, I can feel my arms and legs strapped down like I’m strapped to a whipping bench, and I can feel the warmth of bodies nearby and hear the dull sounds of techno music in the background.

I guess I must be at a party being abused in the middle of the room; I want some poppers to help with the electro and make me cum big time. I’m so horny and want to explode my balls everywhere so badly.  The level keeps rising and getting stronger, I feel my arse clamp around the metal plug up my arse, and the current going down my cock feels like it’s really intense, and then I smell the distinctive aroma of poppers and my head starts banging, my breathing gets harder with each breath and the poppers seem stronger. The electro hits my arse hard and I want to jump out of my skin and feel like I’m being pummelled up my arse with an electro arsenal. I feel it, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum yeah, yeah, oh fuck YEAHHHH!!  And then silence and blackness yet again.

I awaken once more kneeling on the floor, ankles attached to each other, hands cuffed behind my back and my neck in a pillory. I can see what’s going on but feel groggy, like I’ve been drugged and I can’t seem to concentrate on anything, and my eyes feel like earlier. I’m not in control or something, then I feel a cock going into my arse and a fully clad rubberguy, who I’m fairly certain I’ve not seen before is standing in front of me, his rubber clad cock throbbing and growing and my tongue is licking it. This must be another guy I’m inside of. It feels great. I can feel the cock sliding in and out of my, err his  arse and I can feel him clamping down on the cock as it pushes fully in, massaging it as it goes in and comes out. 

The rubberman in my sight points his cock in the direction of the guy’s mouth, and I can taste the rubber on his tongue, and both cocks then push in and out gently at first, getting deeper and deeper with every thrust, faster and faster they go when suddenly there’s a flicker and I’ve got my eyes shut, can’t see a thing.

My eyes open, and I’m stood with my hands behind my head, ramming my cock into a rubber slave’s mouth who’s bound in a pillory!  I’ve just swapped places with the rubberman who was just fucking my...I mean the other guy’s face.

I can feel my fluids rising again, can’t be fifteen minutes since I came from that electro session and I’m going to cum again, this is amazing!  I wish I could see where my actual body is, though. I mean I must still be strapped down to that whipping bench I guess?  Was that me or someone else?

I feel my latest ‘vessel’ getting closer and closer to orgasm, and as a gloved hand reaches around to pinch his nipples, he shoots his load and thrusts deeply into the rubber tool sucking on his cock and keeps pumping his jism into the boy. I feel the orgasm travel up this man’s back and emanate from his centre. He tries to keep it going as things for me flicker and I’m back in the Rubber tool gasping for air as the rubberman squeezes his prostate for all it’s worth emptying his balls into the sheath in this boy’s mouth.

Pulling out, I can feel the bundle of spunk in the end of the sheath as it slowly comes out of the tool’s mouth. I know that he greedily wants that spunk to swallow.  I hardly notice the humping from the other end, as the other guy I was face to face with moments before starts building his climax too.

Lights flicker for me once more but this time I see the transition and momentarily see two images as both men have their eyes open.  It makes me wonder if it’s possible they are having similar out of body experiences like I am?

I momentarily see the unit on the tool’s collar flashing orange, blue and green then the blue light goes out.

The man behind is now humping the Rubber tool hard and violently fucking his arse as the tool’s arse muscles contract around his cock, trying to keep the shaft inside of him. It feels great!  Harder and harder the man is pumping his cock into the rubbered ass, faster, faster, faster, oh FUCK YEAH OH SHIT OH MMAN FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUCK!!!

Everything goes black for me once more and I sigh as my vision comes back, I’m free to move but I feel encased in gear. Looking down, this ‘vessel’ knows I’m inside him....

___________________________CHAPTER 8_________________________

‘Gentlemen, can I have your attention please?’ I feel my mouth saying the words, but again I’m not in control, standing in front of a group of anonymous guys totalling about 15-20 bodies in front of me, though there could easily be another room full of perverts just waiting, or several slaves, gimps pups or other submissives locked away in cages or boxes not being used until they’re needed.

‘Thank you all for attending. Tonight is my revelation to you all that your investment is finally going to pay off.  I have succeeded in transferring consciousness from one person to another and he has been inside four of you tonight as you all exploded in orgasm. He has seen and experienced more in one hour than you normally would all weekend, and we could line up several other orgasms for him in the next three, each one as good as the first, yet his balls wouldn’t have passed a single drop of semen.

‘This is the answer to the ultimate sex question, how to make the ultimate satisfaction even better. It will turn sex into an art form and make all of us very rich indeed.  But first let me introduce you to our latest test subject.’

The floor of the room hums into life, and a circular section drops down and splits open, revealing the gyroscope I’m still trapped inside of!  As the gyroscope appears from the floor below, lifted on a platform to be on the same level as the main room, Sir makes sure to give my body a good looking up and down ponderously looking over the bondage points and the fully rubber clad body trapped within its confines, tubes attached to its head and running to boxes mounted on the innermost ring

‘We have successfully joined two conscious beings in one body, only up to now only receiving stimulus from one end.  Today, we managed to balance the brain patterns of both subjects and together they can feel each other’s desires and control suggestibility within each other’s brain.  This means they can effectively make orgasms perfectly timed as if thinking with one brain!’  Sir states and then, waiting for the gasps and talking to subside, he continues.

‘We have also been able to isolate certain parts of the body, so both beings could be trapped inside one body but the stimulation on the other’s body part feels like it’s their own!’ Sir exclaimed. 

More gasps as the realisation that this technology has finally been successfully implemented strikes several members of the crowd. Despite the hoods and gasmasks, even I could tell it was well received by all.

‘First, I’m going to allow our test subject, who has been named ‘Boots’, the ability to speak freely for the first time in three full days.

Sir reaches over to the control panel and pushes some buttons and I snap back into darkness only to have light streaming into my eyes and the feeling of fresh air on my head, but nowhere can I see any of the crowd.

‘Pup! Come here!’ Sir calls from another room and I instinctively get on all fours and pad into the room from where the voice is coming from. I can feel a tail slapping my naked arse cheeks and the kneepads and padded mitts protecting my body parts from the hard floor.

I creep into the room under my own control, and see MY body still trapped on the gyroscope, Sir in full rubber, and a room full of perverts staring at me. I feel extremely uncomfortable being as naked as I am, with just boots, tail, collar, mitts and kneepads to cover me up.

‘Hind legs, pup’ Sir commands, and I stand up, revealing the body I’m controlling at that moment.

‘Ok pup, do you have free will and the choice to do as you please right now?’ Sir enquires, looking at me with his steel blue eyes.

I give him a timid look and lower my head, looking up at him.

‘Speak, Boots. You’re allowed to talk now. I want to ask you a few questions’ Sir continues.

‘I do Sir, I have freedom of movement right now and freedom of speech, but this is not my body’ I say in a voice which feels very strange coming out, seeming higher pitched and somehow younger.

The crowd gasp and bustle again at my revelation, and I realise the weight of what is being shown. This is a serious breakthrough, not only in pervy lifestyle, but in science itself!

‘I want to know if you’ve enjoyed your stay with us over this long weekend and if you wish it to continue, pup?’ Sir asks me.

‘I’ve very much enjoyed my stay here, Sir, but so much has happened. I miss my boyfriend and he’s bound to be worrying about me’ I reply. ‘However, I’ve been taken to places I never thought of in my wildest dreams and I’d be mad to let it stop now. I feel addicted to this experience, Sir. I can’t thank you enough!’ And with that, I drop to the floor and nuzzle my face into his rubbered crotch.

‘Thank you pup, I appreciate your willingness and your loyalty to your boyfriend.  He is actually here tonight and you’ve been inside his mind and experienced his orgasm.  He was made aware of your situation quite early on Friday, and though he was worried for you, he knew you’d enjoy the experience with the condition that he experiences an orgasm with you first’ Sir says, stroking his hip.

‘Boots, I love you and want you to be happy, but if you answer ‘yes’ to continuing, you’ll be used for as long as they need you to complete the testing phase which could be months or even years’ a recognisable voice says to me from my other side.

I look up and see the familiar silhouette of Colin. I look into the hooded figure’s eye and see the eyes I love behind the mask.

‘I will do it then, I can’t see any negatives to this situation, so let’s do it!.....SIR! Yes please Sir!’ and with that I give him a smile and wag my tail.

Sir hits the console once more and I return to blackness.

__________________________CHAPTER 9_________________________

Sir once again invites a hush to the group. ‘And now we have a special treat for our test subject, unconscious for now, he will be ringed in several places and finally get to feel his own orgasm where all parties that are playing with him, will be thinking in unison to make it the most powerful sexual feeling he’s ever experienced.’

Sir looks over at Gimp, who appears to be wearing a black rubber apron fastened to his front. He carefully wheels a trolley over to my lifeless body.

‘I just need to fine tune the connection, so Boots feels his body in his current predicament but sees everything my Gimp is about to do to him.’ Sir confirms.

‘You’re one lucky pup, Boots. You’re going to experience something I wish I could have had many times over.  Receiving your first piercing is a very special moment’ And with those words, Gimp draws back the cloth covering the tray on the top of the trolley.  On the tray is a sealed box with a clear top, and several rings with captive beads in of several different sizes.  I just hope he isn’t planning on using them all!

‘I see you’re excited by this prospect pup, your cock is definitely saying YES!’ Sir tells me.

I wonder if I’m hearing him with my own ears or the Gimp’s?

‘First to be ringed will be your left nipple’ And with one swift snip, the Gimp pinches the rubber directly over my left nipple and pulls it away to make a hole in the suit big enough to complete the piercing.

The Gimp then clamps my left tit in a clamp and deftly picks up a needle, which he pushes quickly through the flesh, before removing the clamp, letting the blood rush back to my newly pierced nipple.

A ring is attached to the end of the needle and is pushed through the hole, letting a little blood dribble out until the ring is fully through.  Screwing the bead onto the open end of the ring, the Gimp swabs the excess blood from the new piercing, sending a fresh string of pain courses through my body.

‘Next on the list is the septum, pup. Best way to keep a naughty puppy in check is chaining them by the nose.’ Sir informs Gimp but speaking to me I’m sure.

Next thing I know, the Gimp removes my nasal tubes, which I’d forgotten were even there.  After butchering the hood to gain access, my nose is exposed and hairless, but the rest of my head is still coated in rubber, with just my still black lensed eyes filling the otherwise seamless surface.

As my head is held in a brace, my septum ring is completed in a similar fashion.  First, a clamp to keep the skin from moving, and a hollow needle this time is pushed from right to left through the softer tissue in my nose and, though painful, it makes me wince at the pain and almost causes a sneeze.

Another captive bead ring is then pushed through and secured in front of my upper lip...or rather where my upper lip would be had I not been gagged and hooded.

My right nipple follows, and after the suit is opened to reveal the defenceless tit, the clamp is applied and left alone for a while.

Gimp removes his bloody gloves, grabs my cock and starts to slide his hand up and down my shaft, lubricating his hand with my precum and starting to jerk me off slowly, watching my breathing. He steps the motion up faster and faster. Looking at my left nipple with its new jewellery and my nose ringed with its new bondage device clearly turns him on.

He stops stroking my cock and goes to wash his hands.  I feel a moment of relief as I have time to compose myself, or so I think.  Another hand starts jerking me off again, and I can feel more hands at my balls, tugging them harshly down towards the floor.

Next thing I know, I can see my balls being tugged and my cock being jerked off at the same time.

With my left tit throbbing, my nose feeling like I’ve been punched and my right tit now numb, my balls get a light tickling and tugging feeling - just what I need to balance the other feelings.  Some might consider it overload, but right now in this situation I’m just so horny and dripping precum like Niagara Falls!

Steel weights are then held up to my balls, and are soon enclosing my scrotum, pulling my balls down without assistance, they look bigger and heavier than I’ve ever been forced to wear before.  *whack* my balls feel like they’ve exploded, and the guy putting the weights on looks up to see Sir standing there with a horse riding crop.  He only tapped them lightly but my mind thought something else had happened!

The guy behind me then picks up a steel triple tier buttplug, larger than I’ve ever taken before, and starts inserting it into my hole.  With more force and then rotating it, the second tier spreads my sphincter wider than ever before and I want to scream, but my cock is being massaged to a successful distraction.

Suddenly, I feel the effects of poppers and with the massaging of my cock and the throbbing in my nose and left nipple, the final tier passes my hole and in it slides, filling me and sending an endorphin rush around my body.

My rear end ‘vessel’ stands up and I lose his connection shortly afterwards to only concentrate on the man in front massaging my consistently erect cock.  Soon I’m feeling a second input from the Gimp once more, he’s prepared his last needles for me and is approaching my helpless body, surrounded by fully rubber clad figures tending to me.  What an awesome sight!

Gimp has picked up a fresh needle and is approaching my right nipple once more.  This time he’s taking his time and slowly brings the sharp point of the needle to the gap in the clamp and s l o w l y pushes the needle into my flesh driving my mind insane with stimulation. 

At the same time, I’m being wanked off furiously by the rubber slave taking control of my cock and I can’t control the feelings the levels rising pushing me over the edge I know this is it, I want it to last forever, the pain in my nipples *OH YES FUCK YEAH MY GOD I’M GONNA CUM!* higher and higher my orgasm reaches I can hold it back better and higher the feelings of ecstasy *OH WOW YEAH* as the Gimp removes the clamp from my right tit, blood and feeling rushes back into it and I’m sent uncontrollably over the edge, my arse muscles clamp the plug in my arse tight and stars flash in front of my eyes and my mind screams *FUUUUUUCCKKK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK* as I begin to erupt jism from my own cock; long, strong spurts of stringy white goo, shooting six feet across the room.

I want to scream from the top of my lungs, and as the orgasm begins to subside, my sight returns to my captors who are all wanking themselves furiously, bringing themselves to the brink of orgasm. 

_________________________CHAPTER 10__________________________

This is the point I’d have never agreed to.  I didn’t notice the third ring being installed and very well practised, Gimp had now got the last fresh needle and is swabbing my cockhead for the final piercings, which all join up to one piece of jewellery.

‘The pound puppy some call this, as it looks sort of like the plush toy of the same name, but I don’t know of any solid metal toys with four straight arms with balls on the ends. It seemed appropriate for you Boots - two offset Prince Alberts, and an Ampallang....that’s the one which goes horizontally across your cockhead, pup’ Sir states, holding the jewellery up so he...and I, can see it.  This device would be fitted to me whether I liked it or not, and would be the crowning glory of what Sir had planned for me.

A tube is first inserted into my cock, still erect from the last orgasm minutes ago, but thankfully not too sensitive, now cleaned up from all the jism that erupted.  The Gimp soon inserts the two off centre needles into the awaiting tube, which doesn’t feel quite as bad as I’d imagined.  I’m sure the Ampallang would be what will hurt the most though.

With the tube still in place, the Gimp skilfully pushes a needle from right to left horizontally though my cockhead, successfully going through the awaiting gaps in the tube inside my urethra.

All whilst the Gimp is tending to my cock, I feel my senses joining the two other pervs that had tended to me earlier, and I can see and sense the Gimp and Sir too.  The Gimp then washes my freshly pierced cock and begins installing the pound puppy.

With plenty of manipulation and well practised steady hands, the Gimp stands back to reveal my new installation.  The metal jewellery in the end of my cock looks amazing and the weight of the combined metal clearly weights down the end of my cock.

Last thing to do is endure the needles until they’ve healed.....

The Gimp and Sir stare at each other, and the two other pervs that tended to me all begin squirming and writhing in ecstasy.  Their fluids rising and beginning to reach a climax, each in control of their own orgasm time their ejaculations perfectly in sync with each other and they all then make me realise they are all plugged.  Another intense orgasm is fast approaching, all four men are in tune with each other, all clad in rubber, feeling the tightness surrounding them, all masculine figures at the peak of one of the most intense and satisfying experiences of their lives shoot cum over and over, seeing stars as they keep shooting and shooting, experiencing an amazing array of colours and visions, multiple arses clamping tightly around multiple buttplugs, pulling them greedily further into their multiple arses, snuggling it up their prostates in this most incredible orgasm ever, only this time it was multiplied by four!

As they recover from the amazing play session, getting drinks served by yet more fully clad slaves, Sir approaches me, and all the other beings consciousnesses subside in my mind.

‘No play for you for a week, pup.  You can stay there until these have healed up. My Gimp will tend to them and ensure they don’t get infected. The Gimp is your world, lifesource, friend, but right now, you will endure the pain and, make no mistake, you will not forget they are there’ Sir states in a harsh tone as he takes the remote control out of the concealed drawer in the control panel.

‘Much more is to come, pup. Extensive testing, more programming of the equipment and experiments with the other neat features of this technology; you’re going to have an incredible time, Boots!’ Sir tells me, his voice seemingly emanating inside my head this time as he holds up the control and everything goes black.  This time I’m still there, in my own body, feeling nothing but the throbbing in my nipples, my nose but most of all my cock, the darkness serving to focus my attention on nothing but my new piercings.

The next few days, I feel nothing but the Gimp tending to my needs. Occasionally I feel the need to urinate, but I never feel hungry or tired. Sometimes my world is spinning and disorientated, others it’s just silence and I don’t know where I am, only to be reminded of the fun I’ve had, unsure if they are dreams or videos or experiences I’m seeing. I feel comfortable and at ease, my body happy and my mind satisfied, all I want to do is please my Sir, my master....I want to Woof *WOOF* wruff *happy* mmm rubberdoggi so happy, playful, obedient and loyal.

Wruff!