Strange Encounter: Permanent Effects

Chapter 3 — Adaptation

“Comfortable, Lukas?” The voice came from behind me and I couldn’t turn my head to see the speaker. “You have turned out very well. Your coating is perfect, and your enlargement is exactly as specified.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” I heard myself replying, yet a part of me really wanted to demand, ‘What the fuck are you doing to me? Who the fuck are you? What the fuck is going on?’ Instead, something kept me docile, and I added, “I am ready to be trained, sir.”

“Good, then we will begin, Lukas.” The voice paused. “First we must teach you to forget your past life and accept that you are now a permanently rubberised bondage fetish companion. Your purpose from now on is to be a submissive companion and lover to a bondage master. There can be no return to your old state or life. Do you understand?”

“Why, sir? Why are you doing this to me?”

“Do you remember walking home two weeks ago?”

“Yes, sir, but …”

“You woke up in your own bed, and in your own flat. What did you feel when you awoke?”

I thought about it. “Confused, sir. And very aroused. Oh, and I wanted to wear rubber …”

“How do you feel now?”

“Confused. Randy …” I paused. “But, somehow … it feels very good being in this rubber skin …”

“Good. Now I will answer your question. We tested you. Examined you, and learned your deepest fantasy. Since your youth you have dreamed of living in rubber, of being a rubber mannequin for a partner.” The voice paused. “You will now live that fantasy. You are now permanently coated in our specially developed latex. It is bonded to your skin, and becomes an outer layer to your body. We have enlarged your sexual organs to match your desire to have a larger and more attractive penis, and the purpose of this training is to ensure that you accept your new life and role, Lukas. This is what you desired, we have given it to you to have your desire.”

“My fantasy ..?” Fuck, they really had gone deep! In my teens, when I should have been paying attention in class, I’d been fantasising of being held prisoner, in rubber, by some fantasy lover, and, at home, when I should have been studying, I’d been indulging in daydreams while wanking, or trying to figure out how to make my fantasies come true. I’d barely managed to pass my final exams — with grades so low any sort of further education was out of the question. So I’d found a job and basically become a bit of a hermit until I’d discovered a pub frequented by guys like me where I could occasionally find someone to have sex with, and, of course, the RubberZone … “Oh.”

“Yes, you are now exactly as you have so long desired, a rubberised bondage submissive.” The voice paused again. “We shall start by considering your new appearance, Lukas. Above you is a mirror. Study your appearance carefully.”

A panel slid aside and the mirror descended slowly, stopping where I could see the whole of my rubber encased body strapped to the reclined chair. My cock, which had softened, instantly hardened again as I stared at my reflection. I looked exactly as I’d imagined myself in my fantasies, but could never quite achieve in a wetsuit or any of the latex suits I’d tried. It looked amazing, better than my imagination had pictured me, and it was far, far better than I’d ever achieved even with the tightest catsuit.

“The coating is, as I told you, permanent. It is a special formula that breathes like your skin, and it is self repairing, though any major damage may require intervention.” The voice was soothing and reassuring. “Now describe how you feel as you look at your reflection.”

I did, finding it easier to describe as I went on, prompted by skilful questions about specific aspects. I was invited to describe the coating, how it felt on my skin, how I liked having a nine inch cock, what I thought it would be like to make love to someone like this and much more. Curiously as I talked I began to feel more relaxed. The latex, or whatever it was, coating was comfortable, and the restraints holding me in this vulnerable position, my rubber coated cock and balls fully accessible, my butt available for access, and my helplessness, all began to feel right. My unseen trainer kept prompting me to explore different aspects of my situation, and drew from me the confession that I had been very lonely, often frustrated, afraid to really embrace who and what I was, and really unhappy with my old life — and that I had often taken enormous and often dangerous risks to gratify my desires.

Finally he said, “You are doing very well, adjusting, Lukas. Now it is time for refreshment. Gord will release you shortly and take you for some exercise and refreshment. We will continue your training after that.”

“Thank you, sir,” managed as the mirror retracted and I sensed I was now alone. 

“Right, chum, time for some exercise and food.” Gord grinned. “The Trainer thinks you’re adapting very well.” He finished releasing me and held out a hand. “Take it slow, you’ll be stiff until your muscles get moving again.”

“Thanks,” I accepted the help. He was right, I was stiff, but it eased quickly as soon as I could move and stretch. “What now?”

“You put this on,” he said, handing me a latex tanga like his. He grinned. “I shouldn’t say this, but you’re fucking sexy and you’ve got a fabulous cock.”

“Thanks, I think.” I adjusted the tanga and grinned. “Are you saying you fancy me like this?”

“What do you think?” Laughing, he gestured to his own rubber coating and tanga codpiece, and continued, “Of course I do, and I bet you’re finding it one hell of a turn-on being a rubber bondage doll. We all do.” He grinned. “But we can only ‘play’ with each other if our Master’s give permission.” Taking my hand, he said, “Come on, some exercise for you and then lunch.”

“Thanks, I just realised I’m starving.” I grinned. “I don’t know how long I’ve been here, and the last time I ate was supper before I went to the RubberZone!”

“Soon sort you out then. They feed us pretty well, but we earn it, and we have to stay in trim.” He opened a new door. “This is the gym. We’re all expected to workout twice a day while we’re here.” Pointing me to a chart, he said, “There you go. That’s your workout regime. This is mine. We’d better get started.”

The workout was good, but the lunch, in a small ‘cafe’ style restaurant open to the ‘park’, was better. We were joined by Del and the conversation was fun, with Del in a teasing mood as our food was served. I was ravenous and enjoyed every mouthful. Then it was time to return to the training suite. Once more in the couch, minus the tanga codpiece, and fully restrained, they left me alone wondering what to expect. 

“Well done, Lukas, you are adjusting very rapidly. Did you enjoy your lunch?” Once again, the voice was behind me, the speaker out of my line of sight.

“Thank you, sir. Yes, the lunch was very good, sir.” The timbre of the voice did things in my head, triggering my acceptance of the situation and a desire to please.

“Good.” Once again, the voice seemed to sooth and calm me, but it also stirred a desire for sexual contact. “Now we will explore your preferences for sexual pleasure, Lukas. Tell me what attracted you to bondage.”

“Because I get a kick out of it, sir.” I chuckled. “I like to be helpless and completely under the control of whoever I’m having sex with.” I hesitated. “Mostly I’ve had people who respected my limits, but there’ve been a few …” I stopped with a shudder as I recalled a couple of horrendous scenes. I changed track. “Sometime in my teens, I started to go in for self-restraint. Almost got caught a couple of times. But it gives me the kind of sexual buzz nothing else does …” I felt myself grinning. “Then I discovered wetsuits through sailing and surfing, and discovered how much of a buzz it gave me to wear a rubber suit with noting under it, and do it in public.” 

“Now consider your current position.” The voice was gentle, but imperative. “Is it comfortable?”

“Yes, sir, and very arousing.” It was comfortable. I was comfortably reclined, with my arms in a comfortable position at my sides, and my legs raised to the same height as my head, and spread. The position meant my butt and my genitals were accessible to anyone who wanted to access them, and, being firmly restrained, I was more or less available to anyone who wanted to make use of me for sex. 

The questions went on. What did I feel? Did I have any desires? Did I find my helplessness arousing? I couldn’t deny that one. My cock stood rigid. I was aroused alright, and as for what I was thinking, I was wondering if someone would take advantage of me like this.  

“Would you like to experience sexual pleasure in this position?”

“Yes, sir.” I licked my rubber coated lips. “Please, sir?”

“How would you like to be pleasured?”

“However you’d like to use me, sir.” I swallowed thinking about some of my fantasies. All the guys at school I’d fantasised about sucking, or having them suck me … Right now I wanted to be fed a cock, fucked, or have my cock used for his pleasure … “I’m happy to be enjoyed however someone chooses, sir.”

“A good answer, Lukas.” There was a pause. “Very well you will now give fellatio.”

A man moved to stand next to my head, his magnificent cut cock hard as the ‘head’ touched my lips. He wore a rubber suit and his face was hidden by a heavy mask helmet.

I turned my head and kissed the slit, sucking in the drop of precum. “Thank you, sir.”

The restraints limited what I was able to do, but I started by using my tongue to explore his swollen glans, and then as much of his shaft as I could reach. Gradually I coaxed his glans into my mouth and then worked it carefully, trying to keep him on the edge for as long as I could. I sensed his ejaculation and sucked him as far in as I could as his hot jazz filled my mouth and throat. Then I did my best to please his still jerking cock as it fired several ‘dry’ pulses and licked my rubber coated lips as he finally withdrew.

“Thank you, sir,” I managed as he moved out of my sight again.

“Very good, Lukas, now you will have your erection enjoyed.”

“Thank you, sir.” The same figure — or someone identically dressed — moved round me and positioned himself where he could access my erect organ. With his face still hidden by the mask, he paused to remove a portion at his mouth, then bent to enjoy my erection. I bit my lip as he very gently savoured my glans and then began to give me what I can only describe as the most incredible blowjob I had ever had. He knew what he was doing, holding me on the edge, then winding me back before bringing me back to the edge again. Eventually I could hold back no longer, and he swallowed my full load without missing a beat, before keeping me going in my post ejaculation state.

“Thank you,” I croaked as he stood once more and refastened the lower half of the mask covering his face. 

“Now, Lukas, do you wish to experience anal intercourse?”

My head still fuzzy from the incredible oral sex I’d just experienced, I swallowed, and managed to whisper, “Yes, sir. Please, sir. Please fuck me, sir …”

The rubber clad figure at my side moved between my raised legs. Removing his codpiece, he released his stiffening member, and now I could see it clearly. It was about the same size as my own, and now aimed at my anus. He paused to apply lubricant to his organ and to my opening, then pressed his swollen ‘head’ to my muscle …

I bit my lip as he stretched me, and pushed against my restraints to meet his thrust into me. His organ slipped into me easily once the large head had passed the sphincter and he pushed himself fully inside me. After a pause, he began, very gently, to fuck me. His rhythm was perfect, building slowly, the movement massaging my prostate until my own cock hardened up again. He worked carefully, building up gently to his climax. Ramming himself fully inside me, he released his cum and I felt the warmth as his jizzm erupted.

“Thank you, sir,” I managed as he carefully withdrew and replaced his codpiece.

“Well done, Lukas.” The voice was behind my head again suggesting that there was a third person present. “Now you will describe for me what you enjoyed most about the three experiences.”

The rubber clad figure moved out of my sight again as I began to describe what I liked about the fellatio I had performed. How I had found the penis large, but manageable, pleasant in taste and finally the pleasure of receiving the cum. Prompted, I described the exquisite pleasure of having my rubber coated organ enjoyed by the man, and finally the sheer pleasure I’d experienced as he fucked me.

“You are making excellent progress, Lukas,” the voice said. “That is sufficient for today. You will shortly be released and placed in a chastity belt. Then you will be taken for a swim and supper before returning here to sleep. Tomorrow we will continue.”

Once again I had the feeling of being alone, but five minutes later Gord entered, cheerful as ever, carrying a steel and latex chastity belt.

“You’re doing well, chum. Now I better get you into this so we can get a swim and then supper.” Deftly he started fitting the heavy device to my crotch. “Enjoyed yourself?”

“You bet. Wow, the guy that sucked me off and fucked me knew exactly what he was doing …”

The pattern of my first day, was repeated on the days that followed. Mornings spent answering questions and discussing my answers, afternoons spent on sexual activity. Each day my position was different, and sometimes different between morning and afternoon sessions. Sometimes I was face down, and at others confined in stocks or sealed into a vacuum bed. The questions explored my life, exposed my resentment and my fears, the anger I felt toward my family and, of course, my reluctance to embark on any sort of relationship beyond the casual. Slowly I was led to let go of my anger and my fear and embrace what I was now and my desire to be in a relationship that went beyond the purely physical.

The sex was always good, and gradually became more intense, sometimes in heavy restraint, at others ‘free’ to receive the mysterious rubber wearing figure. I quickly discovered that I enjoyed being coated in latex, and found the company of Gord and Del, and sometimes Ivan, like us, latex coated, enjoyable. At night I slept alone in the suite wearing only the chastity belt. I stopped worrying about not being at work, or where my motorbike was, and what had happened to my stuff from the flat, and set about getting used to being a rubber sex doll bondage sub.

It was made clear that I would be paired with a Master, but that I would also be available to the RubberMan organisation for special services. They would require me to be delivered to the ‘hub’ for medical examination at six month intervals and if at any other time I needed medical treatment, they would provide it. Despite the obvious implication of being ‘owned’ by the organisation, it was certainly apparent to me that I seemed to have a better life ahead of me like this than I had looked forward to in my former existence.

One evening Ivan released me and fitted my chastity belt. It was a different style and had an attached butt plug and wrist cuffs attached to the belt. Straightening up, he grinned. “Tonight you’re going to meet someone new, Lukas. Your new partner and master.” He moved behind me, and ordered, “Put your hands behind you.”

I did, and he locked the cuffs to my wrists. “What’s this all about?”

“We’re always introduced to our Master fully restrained. He will have the keys.” He grinned. “You can expect a busy night. Open wide, I’ve got a nice dildo gag for you.”

I accepted the gag. It was certainly a detailed dildo, and I thought I recognised it. Then he was leading me through the door and into the passage — to meet a dozen or so latex coated figures, each holding some bondage device …

Gord and Del stepped forward. “We have a little tradition.” Gord grinned. “We ‘dress’ you for your Master with each of us fitting some restraint. So I’m going to fit this collar to you, and Del will fit a slave belt.”

One by one the others stepped forward, each making a little joke as they added their restraint. Finally I could barely move. Elbow cuffs kept my arms fixed to the slave belt, thigh cuffs hobbled the movement of my legs and ankle hobbles restricted the length of any step to a shuffle. Heavy and restrictive boots made the shuffle tricky, and I now wore a harness over my chest and a head harness that meant I could only see directly in front of me. Chains from the collar linked all the cuffs, and finally I found myself in front of the last guy.

“Remember me?” He grinned. “In the RubberZone?”

It took me a moment, then recognition kicked in. I nodded.

“You look fantastic in your new role.” He smiled, and clipped a large tag to my chastity belt. Leaning forward he kissed my gag, then stepped back and grinned. “Welcome to The Rubbermen.” The others applauded and he said, “Come on, guys, we need to get Lukas to his Master.” He laughed. “Don’t worry, we know you can’t walk like that, so we’ll carry you.” Signalling, he said, “Let’s go.”

Laughing the others all grabbed me, lifted me to shoulder height and carried me into a lift. We rose a couple of floors, then they carried me a short way along the corridor and stood me up facing a door. The guy from the Rubberzone pressed the door bell and the other’s formed a semicircle behind me. 

The door opened to reveal a man wearing a tight rubber suit, his face hidden by the hood covering his head. His physique seemed familiar. My escort all dropped to one knee and the leader said, “Your Rubberman, Master.”

“Thank you.” The Master stepped back. “Tell the Selector I accept him.” 

Ivan and the others stood, bowed their heads, briefly and left, leaving me standing in my restraints facing the man who seemed to be my assigned master.

“Come inside, Lukas.” He chuckled. “Can you actually move like that?”

I managed to nod, then slowly shuffled my way into the apartment.

“Go right into the living room, Lukas,  then I can try and get some of that off you so we can get to know each other.”