Bondage Story: To Murr With Love

Day 40/365... One can thank xtube updating today for the story being finished rather than the new video posted

My Fellow inmates,

Yups, its true, Asylum had a new video to share, and as I went to set it all up today xtube said 'Oh I am sorry, we are updating'. So then, I have spent the last 2 hours finishing a story I started yesterday...

Yesh, if you haven't figured out yet the Asylum is a kink friendly zone... So to all you rubber bondage furs... Gentlemen, Start your lube bottles :)

Enjoy

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To Murr With Love Part 1

You got to love craigslist, a place where you can find anything you want and get it same day. From games to gear to fourloco, Whatever you need someone is selling.

Or in regards to their hookup section, looking to give it away.

That's how I met Jeremy, or Wolfie as he liked to call himself. I was looking for rubber play, he was looking for more. We decided to meet anyway to see if we might hit it off.

He lived out in the mountains, it was a pretty drive as I bounced up a rough gravel road with one hand on the steering wheel and one hand steadying the gearbag in the passenger seat.

As I pulled up In front of the house, I hoped out, grabbed my stuff and headed to the front door.

The man that answered was more than I expected, his tight shirt hugged his chiseled frame and his short cropped blond hair made him look like he just stepped out of the Marine Corps.

"So you must be Craig." He said as he held his hand out.

Setting down my bag, I grasped his massive paw in my hand "Yes, and Jeremy?"

"Wolfie." he corrected me as he picked up my bag and led the way in to the living room.

"Wolfie." I repeated as I sat down on one of the overstuffed leather couches, "An unusual nickname to say the least, may I ask where you got it?"

He just smiled and chuckled at me, "Tell you what, show me what you brought along to play in and perhaps I'll show you more of me."

I tilted me head to one side, defiantly curious by that answer, but after taking only a short pause to ponder the possible implications, I decided to put it out of my mind, I was here to play.

Grabbing my bag, I unzipped it and emptied it out in the center of the floor. Wolfie reached down and sorted through the pile of straightjackets, sleepsacks, masks and suits before selecting a few objects he seemed quite happy about.

From the pile he handed me a large plug, and my red latex catsuit with attached gloves, feet, hood, and sheath.

I looked down at the rest of the gear on the floor "Anything else?" I asked hopefully.

"Oh no," He replied with a big smile on his face. "I have gear of my own, and that catsuit of yours shall work perfectly with the plans I have for you."

I smiled sheepishly back at him "Ok," I said picking up the plug and the suit before standing up, "Where can I change?"

Grabbing a bottle of lube from my gear, Wolfie tossed it to me "Right here is as good of place as any."

I stared at him for a moment, a bit embarrassed before taking a deep breath and slowly stripping off my shirt. After unzipping my pants and sliding them down my legs I picked them up off the floor and turned around to set them on the couch behind me.

When I turned back I unexpectedly came face to face with Wolfie. I gasped in surprise, he only placed a finger up against my lips before running his hands lightly across my body.

His fingertips had a feathers touch as they crossed my chest, stopping for only a split second to tweak my nipples along the way.

He told me to place my arms behind my back, and when I did not immediately comply with his wishes, he bared his teeth and growled at me in warning causing me to move quick to get my hands out of his way.

A low growl continued to emanate from him as his fingers traced the outline of my abs. My dick rose up to meet his hand, but he only slapped it away, "Gear up!"

I unzipped my red catsuit from the crown of the hood to the tailbone, and stepped in. After getting both feet seated in the attached socks, Wolfie moved around behind me and assisted in pulling the suit up my body.

I pushed my hands down the arms to the attached gloves waiting at the other end. I then lifted the hood up over my head and organized the open eyes and mouth in to the proper places as he zipped me in to my soft latex world.

And with only a few more adjustments I was beginning to fill out the sheath as well. God I loved this suit.

In fact I must have been a bit distracted by my enjoyment of my reorganizational efforts at my crotch as suddenly I was surprised to feel a tapping at my shoulder.

I turned around to see Wolfie holding up my favorite phallic intruder. "Let's not forget this shall we?"

I just giggled in response as I took it from him, undid the ass zip on the suit, and crouched down to be in the right position for product placement.

With liberal amounts of lube, some patience, and a healthy dose of determination, the plug slid in to place.

After standing back up and redoing the ass zip, he said “Follow Me.”

He led me down a hallway to a staircase that emptied off in the basement. Though to call this just a ‘basement’ would be doing it injustice, as every square inch was covered with some kind of rubber, leather, bondage implements, or fur.

It was actually kind of an odd site in my mind to see shelves of gear with hardcore leather bondage hoods sitting next to fursuitheads, but to each their own I chuckled to myself as we walked over to a cabinet against the far wall.

As Wolfie pulled the doors open, I was greeted by racks upon racks of fur covering every inch of the interior. I took a step back, “Uhh, Jeremy, please remember, this stuff does nothing for me.”

“Wolfie,” He replied as he pulled a suit from the cabinet and set it face down on the bondage table in the center of the room. “And this is not for your benefit, it’s for mine.”

“Oh.” I replied as I stepped forward cautiously to look at the fursuit. I had never seen anything like it. The head and paws were actually built on as one solid piece.

“This, on the other hand,” He said as he unzipped the beast, “Is for you.”

As he spread the zippered back open I could see that the interior was black rubber, and the inside of the head had a large gag and nosetubes for breathing. Things began to stir on me as a bit of confusion set in. This was a bondage suit inside a fursuit and as much as I hated to admit it, I was defiantly interested.

“So?” He asked as he stroked the side of my rubbered face.

I just nodded back with a smile as I was unable to form the words to answer him. That suit scared me, yet I wanted in it the worst way.

“First things first” he said as he grabbed me by the hand and led me in to an attached bathroom. Wolfie Picked up a canister of black makeup off the sink and said “Close your eyes.”

“Wait, what are you doing?” I replied confused once again taking a step back.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back in close. “Just trust me ok? Close your eyes.”

I did as I was told and I could feel the cold goop being liberally applied over and around my eyes. Once he was done, and I opened them back up, the contrast I saw in the mirror of the red latex, the black makeup, and the white of my eye was a site to behold.

He led me back out in to the playroom where he lifted the suit up off the table and held it out for me to step into. I found as I placed my right leg inside that the latex was already well lubed, as I slid down easily into the attached footpaw.

Before I knew it Wolfie was behind me pulling the suit up “Paws in” he said, and as I slid my arms down the awaiting holes I found fingerless mitts on the interior of the well padded paws. Describing this earlier as a bondage suit was right, once zipped in there was no way I was getting out on my own.

I opened my mouth as he pulled the head on. The gag filled my maw, allowing me only to make grunting sounds which made wolfie smile. He reached inside the hood and slid both breathing tubes up my nose before zipping the suit closed. A faint ‘click’, after he was done, told me I was truly fucked.

The eyes were open on the suit, which explained the makeup. I looked over my new muzzle down my white and gray fur covered exterior to see what Wolfie was doing as he was now kneeled in front of me. I found that the large nose and mouth on the suit blocked my line of site, so I had to cock my head to the side to see him. I grunted in my gag to convey my curiosity.

He looked up at me and chuckled as he went back to what he was doing. I could see now that this suit also had a built on fur sheath on the front of it, and he was currently working the latex sheath of my inner suit in to it, yet my hardon was making it quite difficult for him. Once he was done though the mix of the red inner sheath and the furry outer one reminded me of Red Rocket from Southpark, which was a bit disturbing if you asked me actually.

Which of course nobody did ask me, and even if they did with my mouth filled I wouldn’t have been able to give much of an opinion on it anyway. Wolfie seemed quite pleased though as he gave me a few smacks in the nuts in which I growled in response.

Grabbing me by the shoulders he slowly led me backwards against a padded vertical bondage board and began strapping me in. It was actually a bit of an overkill, as straps ran up my arms, down my legs and across my torso. I wasn’t going anywhere, and we both knew it. With a few more smacks to my nuts he headed off behind me, out of my line of vision, where I listened to him moving things around.

I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply the rubber that held me in the inner core of all this gear. I chewed on the gag and pushed my butt against the padding of the board to make the plug push deeper, all of which made my cock grow.

Wolfie stepped back out in front of me and grabbed on to my cock, stroking it. “I am going to go get changed, but I have something for you to keep you entertained while I am gone.” With that he rolled a large mirror in front of me, and then left.

My reaction to the site I was greeted by was not as I expected. I was dressed as a wolf, the white and grey fur was accented by black patterns throughout. Seeing my eyes in the center of the black abyss created my the makeup and the colors of the head around its eye, was quite striking. In fact as I stared at myself in the mirror only one thought came to mind; “I was… I was… Beautiful.”

Between my growing confusion on this subject and knowing I was trapped, transformed in to an animal, and unable to do anything about it, I was getting really horny. I watched in the mirror as the red tip of my dick pushed its way out of the sheath and presented itself to the world at full mast.

That was that way that I remained, rock hard, until Wolfie returned in a timber wolf fursuit of his own. Moving in on me he cuddled my bound form causing me to lay my head upon his chest, and as he stroked my muzzle I allowed a single woof to escape the gag…

Who was I to turn down the discovery of new forms of pleasure.

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... With that visiting time is over

Whatever you do, don't scream too loud as others are trying to sleep.

~Rubberasylum

Misusing the power of "No"

Day 39/365... Shit, something crawled up his craw again...

My Fellow Inmates,

When you play a scene a delicate balancing act occurs. The bottom allows another human being to assume the responsibility for their safety for a brief sexual encounter. High levels of trust are in play, and hopefully with this kind of power exchange one would have had a conversation of five with the person you are about to play with long before the locks clicked shut.

Remember kids, as we seem to keep dying, and not always by our own hands, we need to start thinking about what we are doing. There is no harm in proceeding cautiously in to an encounter with someone that you have just met.

Is that cum worth everything? Honestly?

So yes, there is actually a place for the word 'No' in all of this. As in "No thank you."; "No, I am not interested." "No, I am getting my hair done." & Shaking you head violently no as you back quickly out of the coffee shop where you met the supposed brutal leather top that showed up wearing pastels...

But once your in a scene... lets look at this,

In the middle of a scene you are completely immobile, things are getting rough, your brain is having issues keeping up with your dick which is raging so the top is reading your dick...

You feel you can't take it anymore so you call out adamantly "No" and "Stop", the top checks with you, and you confirm.

Yes, the scene has just ended, abruptly so, on the bottom's say so. He tapped out per say. Any top worth his salt, or in his right mind would end it there if the bottom is serious, the 4th wall has been broken, fantasy gone...

That scene ended disastrously, think that top is going to want you back out?

So then, am I saying never safe word if you are given one? Oh hell no!

Remember, just like life exists in stages, scenes exist on communication.

The woman trapped in the alley is going to say 'Leave me alone' long before she screams 'Rape'.

And although it is easy to get trapped in ones own mind during a scene, communication is key: "Sir, I don't think I can take the electro any higher." is a very respectful way to say 'back off a bit'.

Safewording should be last resort, akin to pulling a fire alarm, and the word 'No' should never come up in a scene. If you find yourself actually doing so your attempts at respectfull communication have already been ignored and you are fearing for your safety.

Period, end of story.

But then again, what do I know, I don't play with safewords... we shall call that a subject for another time :-)

With That, Visiting Time Is Over.

What Ever You Do Don't Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.

~Rubberasylum

Bondage Story: "Room 336 Part 1"

Day 38/365... Its 1am as I finish this up... my god, what I do for you people :-P

My Fellow inmates,

The following story was inspired by "Trust Us Part 2" by 'Leatherlovesyou'. While reading it I expected the story to take a turn that it didn't which gave me a great Idea for something new. I hope you enjoy this new effort: "Room 336"

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Room 336 Part 1

Jason was in trouble... I knew he needed my help, yet I had but one chance to save him.

They were now trying to lure me, just like they lured him. I have been told if I ever wanted to see my boyfriend again that I would come and I would come alone. You see, about a month ago, Jason went to play with someone he met on the Internet and never came home.

When the police investigated his disappearance they told me Jason had been committed on a judge’s orders…

…and I should just move on.

In my heart I knew that none of this was true, the night before he left he was so excited, showing me pictures and gushing about the scenes that he had been promised.

No one would believe me, and now they were luring me.

An envelope came in the mail the other day, with just my name. It had no mailing address and no return address. They knew where I lived.

Inside the envelope was a set of keys, a map of the hospital with a pathway marked to room 336, and a set of instructions.

According to the sheet I was being given a two hour window, between eight and ten, to rescue him unhindered. Succeed and he was mine, fail and I belonged to them. It was a very loud trap.

Yet, I reminded myself that since they knew where I lived, how long would they let me be if I ignored them? Hide or fight were my only choices.

So it looked like I got to play their game.

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It was 7:50pm on Saturday The 14th, as stipulated in the instructions, that I drove up to the compound where they supposedly had Jason held. As I pulled up on the guard station I was surprised to see the gate up and the guard hut unmanned...

Even as I parked the car in to the deserted parking lot, and entered the main door in to the empty lobby my inner voice was screaming at me.

It's all wrong, leave now, save yourself.

Yet despite all of this, I took a deep breath, and pushed on. I hadn't seen Jason in a month, and I had to know what I would find in room 336.

I could never live with myself if I didn't at least try.

Following the map of the grounds I traversed empty corridor after empty corridor before finally arriving on the room I sought.

It actually wasn't hard to spot, for once I arrived in the correct hallway, I realized it was the only door that was closed, the only door that was locked.

My hand shook as I approached that door and inserted the key in to the deadbolt.

As the door swung open I braced myself for the worst. It had been a month, even if I did find him, would I find him alive.

As I peered in to the darkness I could make out the image of a figure lying upon a bed inside. I stood there at the door, barely breathing, awaiting some sign of life, a moan, a stir…

…and just as I was starting to lose hope a light snore suddenly pierced the silence. A smile slowly grew on my face as I quickly moved to the side of the bed. To say that I was not prepared for the sight that awaited me on the mattress was an understatement, as what I saw stopped me in my tracks and took my breath away.

For what laid before me was a beautiful contrast of head to toe black leather on a blue PVC medical mattress. Underneath the medical restraints that encircled the ankles, knees, lower, upper thighs, and torso, what looked like a black leather jumpsuit showed through.

The feet were incased in some sort of leather booties, the head in a tight black hood, but it was the straightjacket that held the person as its prisoner that held my rapt attention.

It was heavy, very heavy; belts and rivets covered every inch of free surface area on the jacket. Shorts were built on, which in turn had thick belts at the leg openings strapped tight and locked on to the thighs. D-rings dripped off of the jacket and the hood, which were currently being used by taught belting holding he subject immobile to the bed.

It looked amazing. I had to touch it. Reaching my hand out I ran my fingertips slowly over the jacket: from the arms, to the legs to the inner thigh, and then to the crotch. A low moan emanated from the hood as my fingers covered ground on the body, yet as I placed my hand on the locked on codpiece, and pressed down, the moan turned in to a pained groan.

A small smile formed on my face as I sat on the edge of the bed and began to lightly tap the codpiece. Quick grunts escaped the hood as the prisoner attempted to thrash in his bonds the best he could. I sure hoped for both our sakes that this was Jason sealed deep in there, or this was about to get awkward.

Fumbling with the keys I unlocked the straps holding the hood to the bed, and opened the neck of the straightjacket so I could begin unlacing his head covering. As the hood slowly slid off my smile widened as Jason appeared from underneath, and though the gag holding his jaw rigid seemed to suit him well, I reached behind his head and unbuckled it.

As the large pecker gag slid from his mouth he smiled back at me “Brian, thank god, I am so glad to see you. Please hurry, and release me, before anyone notices.”

With a slight nod, I got to work, and though it seemed to take forever, as there were a lot of locks, before I knew it all the leather was on the floor and Jason was curled up naked next to me on the bed.

“I missed you so much.” He said as he pulled me in close. The strong leather and man scent that poured off of him made my mind race. I closed my eyes as my breathing quickened. His hand made its way down to my growing cock, though I reached out my arm to block it on its way.

“I have missed you as well, Jason, but now is not the time, we must go…” Just then a sound from the hallway broke the silence. It sounded like a squeaky wheel on some sort of cart that, by its slowly growing volume, was getting closer to the room we were in. Springing up from bed, Jason made his way to the doorway and peered out in the hallway before pulling the door shut with an audible click “What are you doing?” I asked concerned as I sat up on the bed.

“Calm down Brian, these people really mean business, that sound is one of the orderlies with the med cart. He wont stop here as I had already been put to bed for the night, which is how you found me. We shall have to bide our time here until he passes, then we can try to make a break for it.” Walking back over to the bed, he climbed on top of me, and pulled my shirt off. “In the mean time, while we have this rare opportunity, there is something I really want to do.”

As I lay back down the cool PVC mattress met my back sending chills up my spine. "What, here?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied as he unzipped my fly. I lifted my hips up slightly as he pulled my pants and shorts down my legs and tossed them off the side of the bed. "We've got time."

"But what if someone hears us?" I replied as the full contact of the slick mattress against my bare skin had me standing at full mast and dripping.

"They can't, the room is soundproof." he said as he placed soft kisses on my chest, working his way towards my awaiting mouth. "Nobody will ever hear you scream."

"Wait, what?" I replied hazily as the heady scent pouring off of him once again took over my mind. I shook my head to clear it a bit as I pushed him back "Jason, please, we can't do this. The mix between the leather and your scent is really working me up. We have to think about this logically, we have to get you out of here. I can't do that if you’re shutting down my brain."

He leaned back and chuckled. "I said before, we have a rare opportunity here. It’s going to take the orderly at least a half hour to make his rounds," Jason picked up the heavy leather jumpsuit from the floor, "And if you think the scent from me is strong, you should try this."

"No Jason, I..."

He tossed the suit at me, where it landed on my face allowing me to get a deep snootfull. My brain exploded "Put it on."

"Jason..."

"I want to see you in it"

"Please..."

"It has access; I want to fuck you in it."

It was a lost cause, my brain was mush and my dick was in control. He picked up the suit and set it in my hands. Stepping off the side of the bed I stepped in to the suit and pulled it up over my shoulders. Jason stepped out in front of me and zipped it up.

He reached through the hole in the front of the suit and pulled my cock and balls through. I was leaking all over the floor, the overpowering smell of leather and sweat had me shaking.

Bending down, he picked the straightjacket up off the floor and opened it up, offering it to me.

I took a step back "No..."

"You want to wear it don't you?" he asked pushing it towards me.

My back bumped against the wall behind me before I realized that I had no were to go, I was cornered. I looked around quickly in an unsure building of panic, my senses were on fire.

"...Don't you" he said again as he brought the jacket over still holding it open before me as if he were offering me a gift.

I closed my eyes as my mouth went bone dry, a slight answer whispered past my lips "Yes."

"And you want to be fucked in it?"

I knew better than to give the next answer, but my dick was getting off on the danger of the situation. I decided to stop fighting it, yes I wanted it, I had ever since I saw him strapped to the bed, ever since I smelled that pungent gear. A smile spread slowly across my face as I nodded slowly and replied "Yes, Sir."

"Good then step in" he commanded.

After I stepped in to the shorts, Jason moved behind me and pulled it up tight against my ass, "Arms in." he said as he pulled it around my body.

Buckle after buckle was cinched down my back pulling the contraption tighter to me. My dick was trapped between the shorts of the jacket and my leg, futilely trying to grow. As he grabbed my arms and threaded them around my back, I knew I was his, I knew I was at his mercy.

That's when I heard it, a faint click. In fact, many of them, as he worked his way around the jacket. Grabbing on to the front strap and yanking it down on my arms, he smiled evilly at me as he clicked the lock closed on the strap.

My brain and concern for the situation broke through the haze for a split second long enough for me to say: "Jason, wait a second this is not a good Idea."

He responded by grabbing the gag off the floor. "I think you have said enough."

Moving around behind me once again he grabbed my nose painfully as he wrenched my head backwards. I cried out in pain only to have the gag crammed deeply in my mouth, as the strap was wrenched tight.

Jason shoved me from behind, only to find myself falling face first in to the soft PVC mattress. Before I could right myself he was on top of me, unzipping the area over my ass on the straightjacket and then to the jumpsuit underneath.

From out of nowhere he produced lube, as I felt him oiling and massaging my sensitive hole, and before I was able to ask where it came from he pushed my face in to the PVC pillow before shoving his way inside me.

I screamed into the gag yet the assault just continued. My eyes rolled back in my head as he wrapped his arms around my leather clad torso and pounded me for all it was worth. We have always discussed being able to do things like this, but neither of us ever had the money to spend on decent gear, let alone anything like this. Jason finished up with a growl as he came inside me. He lay on top of me for a few moments before pulling out.

He then reached off in to the darkness under the bed for an object I couldn't see, but was quite aware of as it slid its way in to my well lubed ass. I grunted in my gag as ever bulb in the invading intruder, each growing ever larger, popped painfully past my sphincter; and just as I thought I couldn't take anymore the base of the monstrosity seated itself against my ass cheeks.

Jason then flipped me over on my back, and began strapping the jacket to the railing of the bed. I made a few concerned grunts in to the gag as I tried to sit up only to realize I couldn't move my torso at all. Jason laughed at me as he unlocked the codpiece and dug around a bit until he pulled my dick and balls through the cockring built on to the front of the jacket.

Once my cock was free again and had room to grow to full mast I sank back in to my happy haze as he continued to lock on the bondage socks and the rest of the restraints. After he was sure that the restraints were properly applied he then tightened each strap an extra few notches before locking each and every one of them.

I couldn't move a muscle anywhere on my body except for my head, which was still allowed to be free. My dick strained the confines of my own skin as my brain had pumped so much blood in, yet the cockring that held it made it hard for the blood to leave.

Jason climbed back on top of me, cracked open the lube bottle, and liberally oiled up my shaft. As he played with me, and I drifted off to a happy place he began to speak. "...You must understand, Brian, I had no choice. The treatments they have put me through here... They made me tell them everything, and once they found out that you were the only one that knew who I went off to play with that day, they wanted to know more about you…"

I shot a concerned look at him, yet he continued.

“I told them about your proclivities, your kinks, and they thought you sounded perfect, viable for the experiment.” Jason climbed off of me and picked my clothes up off the floor. “So they told me that my only hope to ever leave was to bring you here, give you to them.”

My eyes widened as I screamed profanities in to the gag and did my best to futilely thrash around on the bed. After succeeding only in wearing myself out, I glared at Jason and pleaded through the gag, this had to be a joke, he had to let me go.

As he pulled on my clothes he stared off in the other direction, no longer able to meet my gaze. “Look Brian, I am sorry,” He said to the opposite wall; “I really do love you, but when it comes to a choice of who to save, I am always going to bank on number one.” He turned slowly to look at me sheepishly, “I guess it’s hard to tell true human nature until your knee deep in it, huh.”

Walking over, he kissed me on the forehead, apologized once again as bid me goodbye and unlocked the door. Looking back over his shoulder one last time he headed out in to the corridor leaving me there screaming muffled curses.

As I laid my head back on the pillow, my situation sank in, he was gone, and he had sold me out. I was now in the hands of people I didn’t know. This was not a bed I made for myself; it was one that was made for me. As I quivered with fear of the unknown I questioned the types of guys I tied myself up with.

It was about the time that I had completely beat myself up for my stupidity, and had just about lost all hope when the silence was suddenly broken by the sound of Jason’s voice in the hallway. “Wait what are you doing? Let me go! I brought him to you, we had a deal! Please! Let me the fuck go!”

With that all went silent, save the sound of footsteps echoing through the corridor as it neared the room where I lay. Staring at the door with wide eyes, I listened to the rhythmic steps get louder and louder, closer and closer, and then they just suddenly stopped. My heart threatened to beat from my chest as my gaze never broke its lock on the doorway.

For what seemed like an eternity I stared out in to the empty corridor. I even held my breath for elongated periods so I could have perfect quiet, in which I could sense the coming of the attack. I wasn’t going anywhere, I was but prey caught in a trap, all I could do was lay in wait for the coming of those that set it.

It was at the point that I felt like I wasn’t going to be able to take any more of the growing tension, that a shadowy figure appeared, cocked its head to one side and said “…and what do we have here?”

I fought my bonds with every last ounce of my being as the figure neared me. “Hmm, an eager new recruit I see. You must be Brian, yes, we have heard much about you. Yet, you don’t seem to be fully attired for sleep, please allow me to assist.”

The shadow drifted across the room towards me, and as it reached the side of the bed and kneeled next to me I let out a minor sigh of relief as I got a better glimpse at it. It wasn’t anything supernatural as it first appeared, it was defiantly human. The person before me wore what appeared to be a black lycra full body suit with a gas mask over its face. Its voice was definitely male, and right at the moment he seemed to be quite interested in my crotch, which damn the fucking traitor, was once again growing.

“Yes,” It said as it reached a hand out and grabbed my shaft, “Very promising indeed.” With that he pulled the cod piece back on, and as he cinched the belts down I let out a surprised cry. The Inside of the codpiece was spiked! “Oh, I see you have discovered one of our pieces of discipline.” He chuckled as he locked the belts and then routed around of the floor.

I grunted in my gag at him, pleading to the best of my ability for this to stop, to be let go so I could go back to my normal life.

He lifted his masked face back up, and once again cocked it to the side. “Oh, yes, I agree with you.” He replied as he lifted the hood up, “One should always be properly dressed for every occasion.”

And as he slid the hood down over my head and began to lace it on tightly, he leaned down and whispered in my ear; “Welcome to the program.”