It was a regular Friday morning at work.
I walked into the office at 8:40 as usual, dropped my bag at the desk, and went directly to the coffee machine. Poured in the coffee, grabbed a box of fresh milk, and put my cup in the holder. I threw my head back, enjoying the demonic sounds of a freshly made Latte.
This was my ritual for God knows how long. Come early, get my coffee, grab a cup, and put it in the holder just a few seconds before Greg arrives.
3… 2… 1…
- Hello, Matthew.
- Good morning, Greg.
He would walk to the coffee machine as if nothing had happened. Grab a new cup only to notice I’ve already placed one for him. Then he would smile and put his hand on my shoulder.
- You’re such a people pleaser, Matthew.
You have no idea…
And then the day will go as usual. Meetings, coffee, more meetings, more coffee. Holding the elevator for Linda, having an awkward small talk on the way, taking a minute for a cigarette break, holding a door for a delivery guy on the way in.
I just wish for this day to be over…
And then it did. It’s exactly 5 pm, and I have no time to waste. The time slows down as I proceed with my regular plan.
The motel I go to is a 15-minute walk from my office. Self-check-in, a comfortable room on the side of the building. I did it many times before, so my moves are fast and precise. It might look confusing to you, but you will understand it very soon.
Take off the shoes. Pants and shirt go next, then socks and underwear. I flex a little bit with my body (yes, I do work out, but nobody’s gonna see it tonight anyway), before putting all my clothes in the travel bag. Now it’s time to have my uniform for tonight.
I take a bottle of lube and start to spread it over my body in a thin layer. I’m not a hairy man myself, yet I trim every piece of hair on my body regularly - legs, arms, belly, back, and even my head. My colleagues were very supportive when I started shaving my head due to my baldness - though I had none - it was the easiest way to get rid of unnecessary attention.
And now I slide in…
The zipper on my rubber suit is in the front, so it’s simpler for me to get in. Legs first - I’m getting obsessed with the thigh exercise, so I need to squeeze them a little bit in the suit, but after that, it’s a smooth deal. Arms go in with ease, zipper goes up. I don’t even need to look in the mirror - every move is honed to perfection. Now let’s do rubber socks - toe by toe, gloves - finger by finger, and the best part - the hood. I ordered it online to be handmade for a little trick - it doesn’t have regular perforated eyes, just 1 tiny hole for each eye - to see the only one thing I need to see. And that’s the trickiest part.
The problem is that I cannot use my phone now. First time I did that - it was such a surprise - that I even laughed under the suit as a crazy person. Now I’m much smarter. Much more experienced. I take a winter glove out of my bag - the wool one with 2 dark fingers for using a smartphone in the cold - and pull it over my rubber hand. Now I can unlock it with a PIN and go to the app. New post -> Copied text -> Location shared. Take off the glove and throw it in the suit, lock it all up, and push it under the bed. Usually, I put some lube and condoms on the nightstand, but let’s be honest - nobody ever needed that.
So I climb to the middle of the bed, put myself in the doggy style, and face the wall. The door is unlocked, and I’m sure that I don’t need to wait for long…
The first visitor arrives in less than 10 minutes.
I was so deep inside my head and the rubber experience that I didn’t even hear the door open. It was a sliding zipper sensation and a fresh breeze on my ass that returned me to reality. Friday evening has begun.
And it began the roughest way possible.
I heard a spit sound, and 2 slightly wet fingers rushed into my hole. It wasn’t a gentle knock on my subservient bottom door; it was a very precise and planned invasion. I took a deep breath and made my muscles loose just in time before they were fully in, immediately starting to stretch and pull my asshole to its limits. Any inexperienced guy might have a second thought here and start to resist it, but you should know: it’s for your own good.
It’s not a violent move; it’s an act of mercy.
Because a few seconds later, you wouldn’t get any once or ever.
He pierced my ass with the cock so fast and so hard that I lost my breath. I don’t know what surprised me so much: the way how easy he held my legs, preventing me from falling down, or the fact that a non-lubed dick can be so easily inserted fully in me on the 1st try. But enough about me.
It was never about me…
It was about the man who gave me the honor of visiting tonight, who was brave enough to walk into the motel room he got from a random online post and take the willing rubber object into his mercy.
And I welcomed this man like a king.
I couldn’t see his face or his body, so the only way to feel him was through my penetrated hole - and that feeling was overwhelming. I guess he’s tall and handsome, maybe even ripped, nice and hung - because that’s how a man is supposed to look when he gives you so much pleasure. No lube was a fair deal - who needs a sloppy sensation when this eager whole can wrap your dick like a sleeve? Who needs a condom when you fuck a fully encased rubber guy? The cum will not leak on this white hotel bed; it will stay inside this black shiny cumdump anyway…
You can always sense the first load getting in, but you would never feel all the rest.
Your asshole is only tight for how long? 2, 3, maybe 4 first visitors. After that, it’s not up to you. It’s open wide to any visitor who would come tonight, and there will be plenty…
…A tired guy from the local office who needs to forget this working week. He will come into the room, tired so much that he wouldn’t even bother to take off his ironed suit pants, so he just unzips his fly and bumps your ass against his dick until he shoots his load so high, it might be felt in your stomach…
… A lonely motorbiker, who ran out of gas and decided to make a stop nearby. He’s probably a whole day on the road in that heavy leather suit, so it would be very pleasing for him to see even more sweaty and more geared up being, while he’s using a dripping cum of that office guy from your hole as a lube…
… A local group of skinheads who are always waiting for some action and expect me to be here on time. They come into the room as if they own it, they use me as if they own me - slowly, enjoying every moment, one or two at a time. They always have their own sub with them, so somebody can lick their own asshole when they fuck mine…
… A wandering leather man who came from a nearby fetish event. You can always recognize them - they don’t come for a simple fuck, they are here for the deepest emotions. Pulling your cock down to its limits, spanking your ass till it's bright red, squeezing your balls till you completely give up. They don’t come to forcefully penetrate you, oh no. They will do their things until you open up for them that wide, that you can see the soul leaving from your asshole. And only then will they proudly take you in the hardest way possible.
The list is endless and may go on and on; you never know who might pay a visit this or another day.
But there is always one man who pays me a visit every time. Every single fucking time for the past years I’ve been serving him…
I cannot see him as I face the wall. I cannot know it’s him until he touches me. But then I know for sure…
He always comes last. Minutes after everyone left, minutes after my hole is filled so much, I can no longer hold all the cum in. It’s exactly the moment he comes.
Silently, he will enter the room and approach me. He will put his right hand on my shoulder, gently pressing his thumb against my neck to point my head down. And then it happens…
I know it’s not a real dick for sure. It cannot be that thick, it cannot be that long, I can almost feel the rubber sensation inside me, but my hole is too loose and unable to feel the material…
It goes directly inside in one slow motion, reaching the depths that have never been reached today, even by the hungriest of men. My hole is no longer a matter of resistance in any way, but if you ever were a subject of extreme bottoming, you know that deep inside you, there is another one…
The hole that was never intended to be opened from the outside world gets a confident knock from a rubber dildo and opens wide in a matter of seconds.
All the cum… I could just unzip my suit as I did many times before, sit on the toilet, and let it simply leave my body. All of it becomes impossible when it's stuffed in you behind the second door.
Rubber dick has pores and can collect liquids in which it is dipped. When the tip of a dildo opens your second hole, it thoroughly stuffs you with the collected cum, only for your mucous to gladly absorb it in. Once the dildo leaves, the door gets reliably shut to keep it all in, no matter how hard you try on the toilet.
I don’t know how many moves it takes to push it all in. Sometimes it feels like minutes, sometimes it feels like hours, but I know the man doing it to me will make sure that every drop stays in. Then he will zip my suit and drop me on the bed, where I can finally collapse in my feverish rubber dreams…
If you’ve never slept being fully encased in rubber, you should definitely try it at least once in your life. Those sensations are very unique and don’t feel like anything else… Floating in the space, feeling hugged by the black liquid from the inside, while another liquid is transformed into something beautiful inside your guts and stomach…
I woke up in the late morning. My vision is blurry, I’m very dehydrated and disoriented, so I’m quickly unzipping the suit and grabbing a bottle of water from my nightstand. It gives a strong sensation inside me, making the darkness deep inside fade and feel like it never happened. I rush into the shower and get exposed to the streams of water like the most beautiful miracle in the world - I feel alive, happy, and relieved. I still have time to go to breakfast to fuel myself with some cheap food that tastes like the delicacies from the royal table.
My weekend will be quiet, filled with books, exercise, home chores, and deep, nice sleep in my comfy bed. I will be fully recovered to start my job by Monday.
I will walk into the office at 8:40 as usual, drop my bag at the desk, and go directly to the coffee machine. Pour in the coffee, grab a box of fresh milk, and put my cup in the holder. I will throw my head back, enjoying the demonic sounds of a freshly made Latte.
This is my ritual for God knows how long. I will come early, get my coffee, grab a cup, and put it in the holder just a few seconds before Greg arrives.
3… 2… 1…
- Hello, Matthew.
- Good morning, Greg.
He would walk to the coffee machine as if nothing had happened. Grab a new cup only to notice I’ve already placed one for him. Then he will smile and put his hand on my shoulder.
- You’re such a people pleaser, Matthew.
You have no idea…
That will be the moment when I feel his thumb on my neck, gently pushing my head down.
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