Blackstore Universe Online - turning fantasies into reality

Once again I was summoned to the studio and asked, "Are you tough enough for this?"
What did he mean by that question? I nod and accept the bundle of gleaming black latex. It smells strongly of rubber. It is heavy, very heavy – 8 kg to be certain. Something I've never seen before.

"Get Dressed!"

It is a 1.5mm thick latex rubber suit, overall, equipped with ankle straps and strange arms and hands. I try to get into it, but soon realize that I cannot do it alone. The guy from Blackstore laughs, and helps. The suit is so tight that I can hardly breathe.
My cock disappears inside an integrated cock sheath fit with a with tight cock ring. My arms are quickly inserted into thick rubber tubes, and I can no longer move my hands. The dampness of a cold sweat runs down my body, into my toe socks.
The attached Bondage hood with the mirrored eyes severely restricts my view. I feel the two Shoulder zippers pulled closed against my spine. Then, the hood zipper is pulled down the back of my head, to the point where the three zipper meet, and I feel the three zippers being locked together where they meet.

The fear that I'll never escape from this rubber prison shoots through my brain! But, just as I attempt to open my mouth to protest, the Blackstore guy fills it with an inflatable gag!! He was waiting for this moment...
He zips my mask shut; and everything goes dark. I am isolated; and I am completely disoriented.

I feel many hands cinching the straps, making the suit ever tighter, and tighter. They tighten the laces on my hood and down my back. The suit grips my body so tightly that any movement is stressful. Next, my arms are bound. I can no longer move them. This suit can be rigged like a straightjacket! “So - what are you going to do now ?!?” I hear, faintly, through the thick rubber bondage hood.

Clearly, I am not going to get out of this rubber prison very soon! The suit is completely sealed. I am isolated from the everyday world.
I stand here, encased in an escape-proof rubber suit: in the dark, bound, gagged, blind, and almost unable to hear. [Completely disoriented], I lose my balance and fall forward, screaming into my gag for help!

Four arms catch me as I fall, and I hear people around me laugh at my predicament. I hear, “Now it is time!” ..Time to be made quite awkward!
Apparently, I was being strapped to a fucking machine bench. Fortunately, I have a thick rubber suit – since I am helpless to do anything about it.
Almost immediately, I feel a huge dildo shoot into my ass! I scream into my gag, from the shock and distress! The unhindered dildo bores my body with increasing speed. I can do nothing to prevent it. How can that be ?!?
I understand my [sheathed] erection is tied, aligned, and pulled over a crossbar of the fucking bench.

A milking machine is attached, and begins to suck relentlessly. I can not distinguish between the discomfort of the anal fucking and the pleasure of the milking.
I must not cum, or I may not endure this!

I do not know how many long hours of this perverse enslavement I must endure...


[I can tell that this] is not the only version of this rubber prison...

And so, the interrogation of my sexual endurance begins...

(Big "thank you" for the translation of the story to "Spazz")

Always in the beginning of December my biorhythm changes. Just last year I got an unexpected phone call and had to enter the dungeon. Ohhhh yes... I remember that all too well.

It seemed my inner-self knew more than I did. Just in the moment where I was thinking about the punishers last December the Blackstore ring-tone kicked me out of my thoughts.

"One hour, studio, NOW!"  I heard out of the speaker, in the background were the muted moanings and groanings of what seemed to be a bottom being worked over. Poor boy.

I can`t resist and it is unavoidable. My curiosity is just too large so I take the rest of the day off and use my car and head for the studio. What shall I expect? I am with my shaved body in top condition and my ass is well trained. Since I do not experience the same thing like last year when I was used and abused in the "Bizarre Rubberboy Suit" with fucking machines...

Once again I am walking in front of the door of the studio and my heart pounds. I knock and shortly after that the door opens.

"Come in and strip!" a voice sounds out of the darkness.  After my eyes adjust I see opposite me a masked leather-man, I do not recognize his voice. I feel instantly that his fit, leather clad body turns me on extremely and I can`t do anything else than obey: I strip off my clothes in front of his proving eyes.

"Put that on!" - I remember that order all too good and I take the  black rubbersuit which is handed to me. Now I discover whose moaning voice it was on the phone. A black rubber-guy in the "Perfect Rubberboy Outfit" hangs in the darkness with arms which are pulled towards the ceiling by chains. His posture and hard breathing through hoses with a smellbag let me know that he has hung there quite a while.

I inspect the suit which I am ordered to put on. I have never seen such a suit, so many laces. My muscular body slides smoothly in, the legs into the attached toe-socks and the hands into the soft gloves. Tight - very tight. The laces are from the ankle up to the armpits. On the back I see more laces as I do amongst the backs of the arms. All laces are tightened and my skin melds with the suit. Skintight and totally free of folds the mirror plain latex encloses my body. My glans slides fully till the end of the attached cock sheath and the tight cock-ring blocks the blood in a way that my cock is not able to deflate.

I can barely control myself. Heavy boots are put on my feet and closed with tight buckles. The "Anubis Rubberhelmet" with neck smellbag is put on to me and locked with a thick heavy collar. The air through the hoses is full of the smell of rubber and I sound like a horse breathing. All the zippers, especially those on the shoulder, the 2-way runners in the crotch and the 2-way runners over the nipples are closed. The crotch part is sealed inside UNDER THE ZIPPER with an anal condom, water sealed! That way the outfit is completely tight, sealed and separates me hermetically from my environment.

I feel how I adapt into my new role.

"Today is your lucky day" -  I hear quiet through the thick helmet. " You will show me now how you top!"

That was now really my lucky day. How right he was. Finally....finally I can live out my active side!!

"Finish the slave!" I hear which is my green light.

My whole appearance turns me into a merciless top. I walk towards the hanging victim. I feel his fear and excitement and see how he tries to come out of the cuffs to escape and hear how he wants to tell me something. But there I only hear "mmpfff" which is very good. The gag was already put on him. I start to work on him....

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