Strange Encounter: Permanent Effects

Chapter 2 — What the hell am I?

Now I had no idea where I was …

Waking up in a strange environment is always confusing, and now I found myself in something out of a nightmare. The room was brightly lit, the walls white, as was the ceiling, and it suggested ‘hospital’ room. Instinctively I tried to raise my head to look around, but found I couldn’t move at all. I wasn’t paralyzed, far from it, but I was heavily restrained. The only thing I could move seemed to be my eyes. Something quite large filled my mouth, and something filled my anus, while even my cock, which was rigid and erect, was confined in something tight and restrictive.

I tried to eject the thing in my mouth and couldn’t, so I explored it with my tongue, and realized with a shock that it was a very detailed rubber penis. What the fuck was going on? Where the fuck was I would be a good place to start. Gradually a few things started to come back to me. I tried to recall who I’d talked to, difficult, because, as always, the place had been packed and I’d been rather excited by a couple guys in all enclosing rubber outfits. They’d certainly been exciting in their fantastically skin tight latex — almost as if it was their skin — and their crotches had been covered by rubber pouches that appeared to cover very generous ‘packages’. I’d had a couple of alcohol free beers and no luck finding anyone I was willing to have some fun with, and left to head home.

And now I was here — wherever that was.

Other sensations began to register. My skin felt different. In fact I felt different all over. My head was crystal clear, my thoughts sharp, and focused on a desire to be in my latex outfit and to have sex. But I had no recollection of what had happened after I left the Club. I became aware of movement outside of my line of vision.

“Good you’re awake. Welcome to your new life.” The voice had a strange timbre. It made me want to obey, and it somehow reassured me. Made me feel that everything was alright, that I was alright and must accept my new role. “You will now be released and taken to the training unit.”

Latex covered figures moved into my limited field of view, and my restraints were removed, leaving me gagged, plugged and with my genitals confined.

“Stand.” The command was clear.

I stood, unable to refuse, and almost fainted in shock. My entire body was now covered in a shiny black rubber ‘skin’. Apart from the metal thing covering my crotch and confining my genitals, I was naked. A naked black rubber mannequin.

“Excellent. You are now coated with our new latex coating. We have improved your penis and increased the productivity of your gonads as part of the process.” The voice, still behind me paused. “You are now ready to be trained for your new role. Follow the attendants.”

Part of me was demanding I resist, but my feet obeyed and I followed a pair of men, like myself, completely covered by shiny black latex, into a passage and then into a small chamber where a new figure waited, his body also covered in skintight latex, but with a loose white latex cape draped over his shoulders.

“Good, our newest recruit.” He indicated I should stand in front of him and carried out an inspection of me and then used some kind of monitor device to check my heart and breathing and several other areas of my body. Stepping back he pointed at a mirror on the wall. “Face the mirror. It is time for you to see how you have been modified.” He waited until I’d obeyed and stared at the shiny black latex figure I’d become. “Observe your new covering. You have been coated in silicone latex, a breathable form, and it is permanent, as are the lenses that protect your eyes. You cannot resist and have been conditioned to provide sexual pleasure to a companion.”

Gagged, I couldn’t respond. What the fuck had happened to me.

“We identified you as a candidate some time ago, and our analysis of you two weeks ago confirmed your suitability. A loner, no family in contact, few friends, underachiever, in a dead-end job, at risk of self-destructive life choices. So we have modified you to your desire, and will assign you to a life partner who will ensure you live a useful and enjoyable life in future.”

My anger must have showed, and my snort of protest through the gag certainly did.

“You think we should have asked you? Why? This way you are now what you need to be.” He paused. “You will appreciate it once you have adjusted.” He signalled an assistant. “Remove the codpiece.”

The latex figure knelt briefly, and detached the heavy device encasing my genitals. I gasped and stared as my penis emerged, almost immediately stiffening. It had always been fairly moderate in size, around six and half inches erect, now it was around nine inches and thicker — and the ‘head’ was clearly defined and flared away from the shaft. Like the rest of me, it too was covered in latex, though this was thinner, and my scrotum was also heavier and larger.

The ‘leader’ smiled. “You will find that you are better able to focus your intellect, and will make a valuable contribution to your partner’s operations. You will have noticed a clarity of thought?”

I nodded. I certainly had. I’ve always been rather easily distracted, a problem at work, but now my head was clear as a bell, and, now that my attention was drawn to it, my thoughts were sharper and more focussed — albeit, at present, on my changed situation.

“Good. Now these companions will remove the butt plug and your gag, and then they will show you to your training suite.” He smiled again. “You have turned out extremely well, and you will soon adapt.”

I wanted to demand some answers, but he walked away and the door closed behind him before the two latex coated attendants had begun to remove the plug and gag.

“Welcome to the club, I’m Gord,” the guy finished removing my butt plug and walked round to my front. He indicated my erection. “Looks like at least part of you is already enjoying itself.”

“What the fuck is this all about?” I demanded. “What have you — they — done to me?”

“Same’s they’ve done to the rest of us.” Grinning, the guy said, “All of us were pretty much going nowhere and had no chance of achieving anything like our full potential. Hell, Del here was heading down the junkie route, and so was I.” He shrugged. “Now we’ve both got fabulous partners, and the training to make a big contribution. You’ll be fine, and really grow here.” Taking my arm he said, “Come on, you’ll love the training suite and the training.”

“All fine and dandy,” I said. “But how the hell do I keep my job when I’m like this? I can’t go to work like this? And what about my flat? My bike?”

“You don’t need any of that anymore.” Holding open the door, he signalled me to follow his companion and then followed me. “From now on the Latex Partners Organisation is your home, your employer … and provides everything we need in return for our services.”

“Our services?” I asked.

“Of course, whatever professional skills you have, and,” Gord indicated his latex body and the large pouch at his crotch, “the use of ourselves on occasion. My partner always insists on assisting on that.” He laughed, opening a door. “Always fun, isn’t it, Del?”

“Hell, yeah!” Del grinned. “We’re not just decorations. We get plenty of fun …”

Leading me though the door, they stopped. “Okay, this is the living area.”

“Wow.” I took in the park-like space. Far above I could make out a glazed cupola through which natural light came. Around the sides of the ‘park’ there were what appeared to be flats, each private and with a small balcony. “Where the hell is this? It can’t be in the city?”

“Actually, it is, and not far from where you lived.” Gord grinned. “Hidden in plain sight. Come on, your suite-flat is on the next level, and we’ve got to get you set up for your trainer.”

Del opened the door to a flat and lead the way inside. “This will be yours until you get a partner.” He chuckled. “In the meantime your trainer will be your Master.”

“Master?” I asked. “What sort of training is this?”

“Look at yourself in the mirror, chum. Look at us. What do we look like?” Gord grinned. “Yeah, we’re bondage subs, Bottoms, fuck-buddies, whatever you want to call it, whatever our Masters decide we are. We have masters, and we’re our Master’s partners for sex, for work, for whatever they need us for.” Watching my reaction, he indicated his latex encased body. “Clothes are, for us, a thing of the past. This is it, a codpiece thong, unless the Master decides to add a few accoutrements for a scene he fancies.”

“And they take care of us. It’s part of the deal. We’re rubberised and can’t live in normal society, and trained to take care of our Master’s needs, and they take care of us in return. Better; we’re partnered with Masters who can develop and use our abilities and skills outside of sex, so we’re a real symbiotic partnership.” Del winked. “And the sex is something else.” He added. “Now then, Lukas, get yourself onto this gynae couch. We have to strap you down for the trainer.”

I stared at the thing he indicated. It looked like a gynaecological examination or childbirth couch, except this one had straps and restraints attached. “You want to strap me onto that? What for?”

“Yes, and the ‘what for’ is whatever the trainer decides.” Gord said. “We just have to put you into it, and tell him we’ve done it. Then it’s just you and him until he thinks you’re ready to be assigned to a partner.”

“What if I refuse?” I demanded.

“Try it.” Gord smiled. “You can’t. Go on, try to walk away.”

I frowned. I wanted to walk away. To walk out — and I couldn’t. My body simply refused to turn away and walk out. That damned couch seemed to be attracting me like a magnet. I wanted to sit in it!

“Alright,” I said, turning and seating myself. I reclined into it and raised my legs to place them on the raised rests. “I get the picture.” Putting my arms onto the padded armrests, I grinned. “I don’t know why, but I can’t refuse. So, better strap me down, guys …”

“Relax, Lukas.” Gord smiled as he and Del began to fasten the straps starting at my legs and working up. “You’re going to love it. Think of it this way; from now on you don’t have to worry about paying bills, being exposed at work as a fetish lover, or anything else — our Master-lover takes care of everything and all we have to do is take care of him, whoever he is, and whatever he wants of us.”

They finished strapping me down, and stepped away. Gord smiled. “Enjoy it, Lukas. We’ll see you when the trainer is satisfied.”

“Thanks, guys — I think.” I grinned. “Um, just one thing, what’s happened to my stuff in my flat?”

“What stuff? What flat?” Del grinned. “All cleared, bank account, employer, the lot. Doesn’t exist anymore.” He patted my thigh. “Don’t worry about it. Your old life, like ours, is gone. We all now belong to RubberMan Partners. We get assigned to a master based on our preferences and his, and we live and work with them or another partner or RubberMan from now on.” He grinned. “It’s not a bad life for us. Enjoy your training.”

He followed Gord out of the flat, leaving me helpless.