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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