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Tom's complete workout
It was a swanky new Gym that was renovated out of the shell of an old building in the midst of the working district. As it was, it was purely by chance that Tom found himself out side their newly opened doors one day. It was the visit inside, that ended up changing his workouts from the old hovel he had till now used. Here his workout might actually achieve some of the goals that years of workouts to date had failed upon.
The manageress cast a stern gaze his way as he entered the room. Her serious expression changed little during his interview. Gaining membership turned out to be quite a lengthy affair. First a lengthy questionnaire was produced whose questions probed deeply even a bit too deeply in some areas for his liking, but these areas he just left blank. What he did supply in the way of a biography seemed adequate and as it was during the continuing interview none of the questions he left blank were broached. As it was he was surprised at the interviewer's change in demeanour when he received a pleasing answer at the end.
"Congratulations, your not only invited to join our establishment but because you have fallen into a privileged position on our membership list, your membership is granted at no initial cost to you along with a generous supply of dietary supplements and a few extra perks."
"Wow," Tom commented as he scanned to the list of freebees. "I'd certainly have to be a fool to turn down this offer."
"Good I'm glad you approve of our generous offer." "I have a few forms for you to sign and then I introduce you to our training team," the administrator stated as she withdrew a folder from her top draw.
Tom could not help but notice that his name was already neatly printed on the top lip of the folder and every page inside.
"Here you go, just sign away and we shall get you started on the workouts that you have been missing."
Whether it was wise or not, Tom quickly signed the bulk of printed-paper without bothering to read any of the contents.
As he signed the lady behind the desk stated, "All we ask is that you do not disclose the membership deal with other clients as you could well imagine they will feel compelled to ask for a similar deal which we will no doubt have to turn down." "It is also extremely possible that if that happens we will also have to terminate your own contract."
"That is fine by me," Tom stated as he continued to apply his name to the many indicated sites.
When he was finished the administrator pushed a button on the top of her console and a superbly fit man entered and introduced himself to Tom as Brad, his personal fitness instructor.
Taking his hand, Brad helped Tom to his feet and together they walked out of the office and into the 'Member's Only,' portion of the gym. There some workout clothes were provided free of charge. These were like short tights he had worn before but different, they were instead of cotton fabric made of a more rubbery material. Putting them on was a fair bit easier when a liberal amount of talcum powder was sprinkled about inside the garment. The following workout was intense and Tom knew that he had made the right choice.
From that day on, simular tight-fitting clothing of different styles depending on what they said was available was provided for him to wear and not only did Brad provide him with a workout schedule he also doubled as a full-time personal trainer and in regard to meals he began offering tips and plenty of dietary advise as they worked.
Every time Tom entered the centre, there was Brad waiting for him. Every day he was questioned endlessly about his taking of the supplements and when he told them that he was till taking the daily dose the questions finally stopped. During his workouts he got to know a few of the other members. As it was, each day's training in the initial few weeks, hit places and muscles he never new he had.
Between workouts he had taken to wearing more and more of the rubber clothing under his normal street clothing. He loved the way the material sensually moved against his skin, the sweat lubricating his hidden body till his enjoyment became obvious. By now he had plenty to choose from, wrestling suits, both long and short tights as well as a suit that resembled more of a short-sleeved wet suit than a workout suit. All of them fit him perfectly, snugly hugging his body and not showing a crease even when he moved. The feeling of rubber against his skin not to mention the way his body had developed during his membership was something he could never have hoped would develop.
Becoming a seasoned member, Tom arrived at the centre and he put in an extra effort into his workout today. While he was taking a short break between sets he noticed someone new in the Member's gym. There was a hot babe with an incredible body working out on her chest on the incline bench. Taking a few more subtle glances in her direction he had noticed that since she had been there the woman had bombed her chest from every conceivable angle before moving on to another body-part.
It was pumped to extreme especially for a woman. This pump was all too obvious from the rubber workout gear that she like everyone else who he had seen in the place was wearing.
Her pump must have been somehow contagious as so was Tom by now, in more ways than one.
It did not take long for Tom to learn that this woman was Tasha Schmidt, she had just joined but Tom could see that her training till now had been more than productive. After that initial workout, Tom nicknamed the woman 'Goddess' and everyday he yearned with his own entry to the centre to see her in the member's area.
As it was, Tom had only been going to the centre for a few months and he already had noticed some differences to his own physic. He seemed to have more energy for that little bit more effort than he had at any other gym. Whether it was their support program whereby they were wholly subsidised for membership of the swanky gym as it also provided with all sorts of protein drinks and vitamin tablets, he would never know. The seemingly endless supply of rubberised clothing continued unabated. All this free of charge, Tom was in absolute heaven.
Grabbing himself another drink from the centre's free drink dispenser, he managed to keep at least one eye on his interest who was still strongly working out in the corner of the room. From where he was standing, Tom had a clear line of sight of both her and the tight rubbery lycra shorts his interest was wearing, this all did absolutely nothing to kerb Tom's own growing excitement.
Brad came over to him and stated, "Look Tom I don't want to butt in on your private thoughts but can I tell you something?"
Tom replied, "Yeah sure Brad!"
"Well it is just that your workout suit is doing nothing to hide your excitement!"
Looking down Tom saw that the nowadays crease free and extremely skin-tight suit indeed showed every inch of his excitement.
"I don't blame you of course, let me see if we can do something about making it not so obvious." "Come with me I'm sure we can soon solve that problem!"
Tom followed Brad to the supply room and watched as he picked up a bag before summoning him back to the dressing room.
"Here try this on!" Brad stated as he handed Tom the bag and ushered him to open it up.
Inside he saw a shaped object that appeared to be made of stiffened moulded rubber.
"What is it," he asked keenly.
"It is sort of like a sports box, only better."
Pulling the object out for closer inspection Tom noticed that the front of it did in fact look like a sports protector but to his shock it had a plug attached to its rear via a short but stiff arm.
Sensing his apprehension Brad butted in on his thoughts, "That is just to secure it so it won't move around."
"Oh, I suppose it wont hurt to just try it on."
Slipping quickly out of his suit he slipped the front portion into place and the arm that supported the plug ran back between his legs. Inside the front support its soft inner surface quickly mould itself around his penis and balls. Gently as he moved he felt the inner surface begin massaging him as he did. His thoughts were sharply drawn away when its stiff moulded shape clamped the plug tightly against his backside. Almost without a thought what must have been a self-lubricating plug started to protrude on his anus. Tom grunted when he felt its unnatural position and was startled when Brad suddenly forced him to sit down onto the nearby bench. The act forced the plug deeply into place and Tom groaned louder.
"There it is done, how does it feel?" Brad enquired after a few seconds.
"It will take some getting use to but I suppose I could get use to it."
"Good leave it on and get dressed and we will continue our workout!"
A few minutes later Tom was once again pressing out weights in the gym and privately enjoying the intense experience going on elsewhere at the same time.
Before long his workouts became centred on those times of day that he knew his new interest was also going to be at the centre. Knowing the muscular woman's schedule from having watched the show for more than a week, Tom positioned himself at the rack of dumbbells for a bicep blitz when he saw the signs that his Goddess was finished and heading for the showers. As it was the dumbbells were right against the shower doorway and adjoining wall.
Sure enough, the Goddess walked past him and pushed her way into the shower room. Tom waited and within a few minutes the distinct sounds of the shower being turned on and someone stepping under the falling water echoed out for the nearby doorway.
For several minutes Tom listened to the sounds of the shower till it suddenly went silent. Waiting patiently and moving from exercise to the next, Tom grew anxious as he waited for his refreshed Goddess to exit the showers. When she did not, Tom waited. Still there had been no movement from the showers even though others had used the facility and already left. When it came time for Tom to use the unisex shower he was startled to see no sign of the focus of his training motivator.
"She must have left when I had my back turned!" was his only recourse as he eventually left for the day.
For the next week there was no sign of his Goddess, previously she had been there every day and now there was no sign of her. Tom did not speak to the management in case his sexual obsession happened to jeopardise his membership. So he threw himself into his training, donning his plug greedily as he dressed and keen to feel the excitement that was caused by his every movement.
It was two months later; his body had developed sufficiently during that time. His body fat had dropped to about four percent and his muscles were swollen like never before. His last scheduled assessment with the centre medical wing got a great result. Tom barely noticed the fact that he never felt the need to go out and buy himself food these days; as it was he lived purely on the supplement drinks that were provided free of charge for him by the Club.
It was a Friday evening and Tom was just finishing the pump off for his deltoids. When the last repetition was pushed through Tom grabbed his bag and towel and headed for the shower. Peeling off the tight fitting rubber wrestling suit Tom's hand stopped against the outside of his sports protector. With it in place he looked for all purposes as if he had been neutered but he knew full well that he had been rigid since he had donned the item. This was the case every day now as he wore this protector constantly, for some reason he just did not feel dressed without it and some form of rubber clothing. Stripping quickly he soaped himself up and for a while he enjoyed the gentle movements of his own hand. The warm water, soap and he actions brought his to a exhilarating climax by the time he slumped back against the shower wall and let the water pressure massage his shoulders and upper back. Suddenly there was a hissing sound and the water stopped and an opaque gas exited the shower nozzle. Instantly he felt dizzy and without a chance to steady him, he felt to the floor of the cubical. The last thing he realised was the room seemed to be moving.
Unbeknown to Tom, the shower cubical he was in swung around and pushed itself through the adjoining wall with another yet unseen cubical filling the position that his till only a few moments before had previously filled.
When it stopped, unbeknown to him a pair of women scooped Tom's wet and naked body out of the cubical and moved him across to a nearby horizontal table. His limp legs were moved up onto stirrups, fully exposing his more than adequate genitals and anus to those in the room. Straps secured his position before a catheter was generously lubricated and feed up the eye of his penis, its tip deeply finding its way into his bladder. Once there a small balloon was filled to lock it into place and the contents of his bladder were emptied. While this was occurring a larger enimer tube that joined onto a duel pipe arrangement was greased up and fed in past his sphincter muscle and another small balloon locked this one into place before a mixture of warm soppy water in the form of an enimer was commenced. Unconsciously Tom moaned and the processes continued. Finally after three flushes, the released liquid came out clear and the process was stopped but the catheters were left in place. Next Tom's body was completely shaved of every single hair, including his dark eyebrows and eyelashes before a strong smelling cream was liberally applied and left for about twenty minutes and then this too was washed off. Still lying on the table, his body was now smooth and completely hairless. Now hairless, his muscular frame was immaculate.
Unaware of what was happening, a pair of ear pieces were stuffed down into his ear canals before a specifically designed tight fitting rubber hood was smeared over the inside with a strong smelling paste before it was forced over Tom's newly shaven head. The hoods design left Tom's mouth and lower jaw exposed but closed in again to encircle his neck. Dome shaped lenses covered his eyes and a pair of tubes were fed backwards down his nostrils from where they were joined to the hood's nose. The eyepiece domes themselves were darkly tinted so Tom's eyes were unable to be seen through he material under natural light. From outside the sites of his ears a firm finger pressed inwards until a loud click indicated that the exterior had joined onto the already inserted canal pieces. When all was adjusted properly and the fitters were satisfied with the result the paste that had oozed out during the fitting was smoothed over to blend the edge of the rubber to the underlying skin.
Tom, as he was, was then left in peace for the next five hours.
When this time period had lapsed, the two fitters returned to Tom's side. A cable was pulled out of an adjoining socket and it's male adapter was clipped into a female fitting that was situated on the back of Tom's mask. This connection was ideally located at the top of his spine and lower edge of his skull. With a flick of a switch sound filtered through the ears pieces and optical cable inside the mask itself fed an image onto the insides of each eyepiece. This image blanking out the outside world.
When the reception was checked, Tom and all his connections were moved onto another flat bed. Over the top of him, a sheet of rubber film was lowered and a short pipe, which was the only piercing to the film, was fed into his mouth and partially the way down his throat. A hum brought with it a reduction in the amount of air inside the space with Tom till it had tightened up and completely sealed him inside. Only then was the sealed unit raised to a vertical position and moved to a wall site where the tubes connected to his body were linked to suitable receptors.
It was several hours later when Tom began to regain consciousness. He ended up awaking with a start when he realised that he could not move. The pipe in his mouth and which also pinned his tongue to the bottom of his mouth prevented his talking.
Suddenly a voice from an unknown source rung loudly in his ears, "Good day my dear fellow." "You must be wondering by now what has happened to you!"
Tom's only communication was a series of groans and mumbles.
"That's alright there is no need to answer, I will gladly fill you in on what has happened so far."
"You are in a centre we had built that adjoins the gym." "To make it simple this is an assembly facility and training centre for slaves and you my dear chap have just been enlisted as per your contract."
It was now that an image filled his eyepieces; it was that of the female administrator he had spoken with in the Gym office when he had first come to join up.
"Tonight we will start your real training," with a flick of a switch an audiotape started to play into his earpieces and a hypnotic pattern began to be displayed on the lenses before his eyes. Fight it as much as he tried eventually he began to feel sleepy and sleep quickly followed. Images of slavery and Mistresses filled his mind as he slept.
When he awoke he could feel an extra pipe down his throat and the feeling of something of substance filling his stomach.
"You did very well tonight." "Rest now for tomorrow is another day."
Tom's attention was allowed to wander around the room. Other brackets like the one he was hooked up to were positioned around the room but only one other was full. In it a well-built naked woman who was suspended much as he thought he was. The lady was wearing nothing but an extremely tight-fitting black hood across the upper pat of her face and neck. Dark tinted lenses also shielded his eyes from the outside world. It was as Tom stared that he recognised a distinctive mark on the woman's right deltoid. It was Goddess! Tom's heart -beat raced at the thought of being close once again to his heart's fancy.
Obviously Goddess had been here a lot longer that Tom and later that night her rubberised sling was lowered and the individual was assisted out of the sealed unit. This took scarcely a minute before she stepped free. Now separated from the restraint Tom was concerned when he saw no attempt by the woman to get away. Instead she stood upright with her hands down by her sides. A harness was produced from somewhere and gradually it was worked onto her. The various straps looked like thin pieces of leather but the way they were twisted to get it on, but were certainly much stronger than it looked. Its various straps were fastened together somewhere behind her back including the tight collar that sat neatly around her neck and disguised the bottom edge of the rubberised hood. The front crotch of the harness was also fitted with an extra addition that as he watch was utilised as it was slipped into her virgina. Once in place and a few adjustments were made, an amount of paste that must have been simular to that which caked the inside of their masks was also smeared around the outer rim of the plug so the piece formed a snug fit. With the last of it tightened so that its fit and utter edge were almost smooth and undiscernible except for the distinct colour difference, when done each of the remaining fastenings were closed up behind her. He also could not help but notice that regularly positioned around this harness were a series of metal rings and clamps that hung loosely from interwoven loops.
Having supervised the fitting, Tom's tormentor returned to talk to him. "There you see young Tasha makes a fine slave don't you think!" "Soon you to will be fitted with your own personalised slave-wear." "If you look closely you might be able to see the threat like cables that run through the whole thing." "Don't get any ideas about removing it as each one could support the sole weight of your body in its own right but meshed together into a band as they are, it is far stronger!" "Till then, your new rubber scalp will have to do!" "Oh and by the way you can forget about trying to take it off, it is glued into place with a bonding agent that attaches itself by a process of absorbsion into the very skin itself."
The dressers moved away from Goddess's position when what must have been the last rivet was fastened.
"Tasha come over here and meet your new training partner," Tom's tormentor stated to the muscleman who Tom had only dreamt of for so long.
Without emotion Goddess walked over to stand facing Tom. Even at this closeness, Tom could barely make out the edges of the rubber hood. If it weren't for the distinct colour difference, it would have been virtually impossible. The various criss-crossing straps that made up the harness she was wearing accentuated the body's natural musculature and the sight for Tom did nothing to hide the high state of arousal that he himself was already in. His hard-on stood firmly at what easily must have been pushing twelve inches.
Under verbal direction, Tasha turned around slowly and Tom viewed the sight of things to come for himself.
"Still this is not getting you trained up is it."? "Your session today will be with our friend here, it is a shame that you will not remember it, isn't it!"
With a flick of a nearby switch the voices played into his ears and sight of the room around him disappeared behind the swirling images played out onto the insides of his lenses. Fighting it as long as he could, the drone eventually took its toll and he dropped off to a forced sleep.
The voice that called to him seemed soothing and needed and Tom felt himself strongly drawn to every word that was spoken.
"Well boy, you have something to ask me don't you?" his tormentor asked.
The stiffly worded reply came almost automatically from Tom, "Yes, Mistress." Knowing instantly the rest of the response he would give, he tried helplessly to stop them but wasn't able to, "Please, Mistress, this boy begs to be collared and trained as a rubber slave." "Please, Mistress!" Tom was shocked at the degrading words that came so easily from his mouth.
As the words left his mouth, Tom felt the suspended frame begin to lower itself till it once again rested on the solid floor of the room. With a loud swishing sound around him, the constricting material that had kept him secured till now fell loosely away and Tom stepped out and stood upright and immobile.
"Kneel boy; prepare yourself to be collared." "Once it is done then you're my rubber slave permanently, boy, I shall own you and control you totally, use you as I see fit." "You will never be free again, boy." "Do you understand?" his Mistress stated defiantly.
"Yes Mistress, boy understands, Mistress," Tom heard myself meekly reply. He dearly wanted to say no, but couldn't. Tom knew full well that she must have done something to me while she had been previously blacked out. The most obvious thing that Tom thought of was, 'The bitch has managed to put me into some sort of hypnotic trance and she has programmed me to be obedient and to address her as my Mistress.' Tom couldn't think of anything else that would make him behave in this demeaning manner.
He fought the control as best as he could but ended up kneeling as was expected of him. The first touch of his new Mistress sent a cold shiver down the length of his spine.
"Ok boy, return to the dark room, kneel down in the middle of the room, head lowered, wait for me to put my hand back on your head, then beg in a loud voice so you can be collared." "Ok boy?" the brazen voice of his new Mistress loudly instructed.
"Yes, Mistress," Tom meekly replied.
"Ok, Boy do it then." The firm tone she used left no thought in Tom's confused mind that she meant what she said.
Stiffly Tom got up from where he had been already kneeling and without a thought for where this mentioned room might be; he quickly made my way out one door across a hallway and into another. Tom knew full well that this happened to be the dark room she spoke about. He hurried to the middle of the room and quickly knelt with his head lowered as instructed.
How long he was there for he did not know. To him in this state it felt like hours but in fact it was probably no more than a few minuets. The whole time he wanted to get up and move to the side of the room, but he couldn't. The Mistress had told him to remain kneeling until he touched him and that was what his body would do.
So that is where Tom remained. He could feel someone's gaze upon himself the whole time he was in the center of the room. Suddenly he became aware of a presence directly beside his kneeling form. Not being able to look up Tom wasn't able to tell if it was Mistress or not, he'd have to wait and see.
"Well done, Boy," my Mistress eventually said out loud, "You have passed the first test I have set you!" "Now to see if the next one will take."
Tom shuddered, as he was relieved to hear his Mistress's voice, he knew now that it was the same woman who was standing next to him. It was then that he felt her persuasive touch against his highly sensitive rubber-coated head. The simple touch caused pre-cum to ooze from the slit in the tip of his penis and into the inserted catheter.
Then without a further thought, he heard himself say in a loud voice, "Please Mistress, your boy begs to be collared and enslaved, Mistress!" "Please collar me and train me as your rubber slave, Mistress!"
"Ok boy, I accept you as my slave to do with solely I want, with the fitting of this collar you are giving yourself totally to me to do with as I please." "You will be a full slave 24/7 never to be free again." "Do you accept that boy?" This the Mistress asked in a very stern tone of voice.
"Yes, Mistress." "Your boy understands, Mistress!" Tom quickly replied.
"Good, now head down and raise your buttocks!"
Tom did as was asked and he touched his head to the floor and pushed his legs out straight till his arse was pointing directly at his new Mistress. Almost immediately he felt an intruder begin to force its way in past his sphincter muscle. He knew it was a butt plug and eagerly Tom relaxed his muscles to accept the device that he had grown use to during his workouts.
"That is fine," he was told as the large distinctive plug finally slid firmly into place. "This will hold the new sleeve we have inserted in place till it dries."
As he recovered from the insertion another rustle was heard directly behind him, it meant to him that something was being adjusted just out of his sight. Suddenly the coolness of the material touched his skin. Tom felt him fasten the collar around his rubber-coated neck. He heard a distinct click and realized then and there, that it is now locked. Other clicks where heard as other various straps were adjusted around his body before they too were firmly locked into place. Finally his engorged penis and testies were fed through a purposeful gap that was made in the crotch of the harness which was then tightened up till it was extra firm and constricting any of his penis's future releases.
Once the final locks were secure, Tom could feel himself relaxing more and more and once again he seemed to nod off into a sort of trance, this time it was slightly different. Tom could hear his new Mistress speaking quite clearly. However this time his own fears were gone, nothing else matters except to listen and to do what he is told.
In this relaxed state Tom received his verbal instructions happily as he is told to stand and wait until his Mistress is ready to tell him what to do next.
Proudly Tom stands, head lowered in respect waiting for his first order as a new slave. His still engorged penis sat out at a right angle to the rest of his body, ready and waiting for action.
The next summons he heard nearly sent his emotions soaring, "Tasha come here and service our new recruit!"
Tom just knew he was in heaven! Plugs were removed from both of their arses, leaving the catheters still in place and the resulting humping forced out any air pockets between him and the new sleeve as well as any remaining resistance to his new existence out of his body.
Suddenly Tom found himself face to face with his love. Without a care for the subtleties of lovemaking he pushed his hard cock into his Goddesses lined virgina and he began to pump hard. Tasha's face remained placid as he screamed with his own eventual release, he had previously fantasized from time to time about being with her but he had never expected it to happen. His cock felt huge as it moved inside his Goddess's virgina and as he moved the plug in his own back passage massaged his prostate as it did so he found himself becoming harder still. As he reached his second climax it was very intense, despite any of the considerable urges he was feeling from the surrounding situation.
Their controller took charge again with a simple command and both people lost interest in pursuing further contact. Before anything else happened the firm plugs were reinserted in both of the slaves as they had been previously. Each slipping easily into the well lubricated spaces. Instead of fighting the request they stood upright with the hands by their sides.
Somehow Tom knew this was right, no matter what was happening around or to him.
The metal rings were detached from both harnesses while they stood still and then one by one they were ushered across to a spot near a indentation in the floor that on closer inspection surrounded an open grill situated in the corner of the room.
Tom was told to stay where he was while Tasha was moved to a spot on top of the grill and directed to stand still with her arms away from her sides. A wall panel nearby began the grill slowly lowering itself under the level of the floor. As it dropped Tom noticed that within a few inches her feet and ankles began to disappear into the hidden blackness. The piece of the floor kept dropping till only Tasha's head remained above the blackness. There she remained for several minutes before Tasha began to rise back upward. As soon as she started to rise Tom could see that the portion of her body and the fitted harness that had been submerged had all been coated in the same blackness that till now filled the void.
Once she was once again at floor height a till now unseen heating fan that was suspended above the pit began to swirl warm air around Tasha's immobile form.
"Hold you arms straight out from your sides," she was instructed firmly.
Tasha complied and the warm airflow increased and as it did the previously fluid material seemed to contract tightly around her highly muscular form. Her already low body fat level was far more obvious as each natural curve and muscle group showed themselves off to their best advantage. The harness itself was now virtually invisible except for the spaced out loops where the various rings had originally fitted. Now the only part of her not covered was his mouth and chin.
"Fine," their assimilation supervisor commented as the new coat of latex finished drying off to perfection. "Tom now it is your turn, step onto the plate!"
Tom's body obeyed without falter and within seconds he too was submerged down till the blackness was up to point just below his chin. As he stood there, the thick goo swirled around him. A strong smell of rubber filled his nostrils throughout the whole procedure.
After a few minutes he too was brought out of the bath, his body was dripping when the hot air began to violently swirl around him. Within seconds he could feel the coating begin to firmly tighten against his skin. Even though he already supported a huge erection Tom was sure it grew even more throughout the process. The surface of his new skin continued to tighten around him as it dried.
No much was said during the next three hours. Both of them were dunked three more times separately, allowing plenty of drying time between dippings. Once the final coat was put on and had sufficiently dried the various rings were reinserted into loops of the now hidden harnesses.
An inspection drew their careful rubber attendant's comment, "Good my children, you will both make fine complements to our stable!" "Come we will get you ready to move out to the stable!"
Without a single word both Tasha and Tom followed him to a different part of the building, there the two women who had assisted in his transformation earlier were busy performing other tasks. The reprogrammed slaves stood silently while conversations about their future went on around them. After she had finished outlining her requirements for shipping their guardian turned back and addressed them both.
"Enjoy your future my dears." "By the time you get to the stable and auction house your new black rubberised skins will have permanently bonded into place," they were told.
In a process that was very similar to his predicament when he first arrived, short tubes were lubricated and eventually fed down both of their throats. The only difference was that the other end was left sticking a couple of inches the other side of a round mouth plug. When it was fully inserted only that opposite portion of the tube stuck out. Neither slave could talk in this condition when an enquiry was made of them by their slavery Mistress and after their breathing was checked over, they were placed into a vac-rack. The mouthpiece was lined up with a similar gap in a sheet of clear plastic that soon made up another temporary layer to their new rubber skin. Inside this layer his still erect penis lay pressed up against his taunt abdomen.
Following their shrink-wrapping, each slave moved to a new area of the complex. In one corner of what must have been the loading bay was a large case. It was already open and it consisted of two equal halves. Inside each were a series of straps and other connections as well as numerous other pieces of unusual equipment. Tom was ushered into one half while Tasha took up a similar site inside the other half. There the straps were one by one fastened up tight. Eventually they were secured and a loud click indicated that a hose was connected to the end of the mouth tubing. Another click behind their heads ensured that connections were made with the hoods hidden electronics and their new series of reprogramming was commenced. Silently strapped into place in the crate each was left to their own devices as the insides of the lenses began the first of many replays of their new requirements. By the time they got to their destination they would both be ready for adoption.
Only then was the crate closed and secured.
"Good, get them on the truck." "We should have a day or two to clean up before the next pair are ready for induction!" their Mistress reported as she watched the large wooden crate being moved away.
From inside the secure case he considered what he had left behind and moe importantly the new life that awaited both of them; Tom knew this and wanted it now more than anything else. He did not care what his left behind only that his future would be more than he would have ever thought possible.
Now he knew was his life was all about, being constantly massaged and confined with the Rubber was enough now to keep him happy for the rest of his life. Anything from here on in was just the cream on the cake.
Story Submitted By: Rubberseal
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