Part I
On a late Friday night in a college dorm, a boy with a small
frame sat snugly underneath his blankets. He was surfing through Tumblr, and occasionally
looked to EBay to see if he could find some cheap gear. For most of his life the boy had struggled to
slip out of his shell, but when he discovered his love of showing off on tumblr
the summer before his sophomore year everything began to change. Where before
he often felt alone, he was now finally making friends.Well, friends may not be the proper label for them. Admirers
were more accurate. They admired his lithe body, his hairless boy-next-door
looks, and his willingness to show off with just the slightest encouragement.
His followers on Tumblr and Twitter encouraged him to show off. They wantedmore
skin, a hint of a smile, his taut virgin ass. All the attention he never got in
person started showering upon him by the leering online crowds. Anxiety riddled
by day, the boy was becoming a night time star.Though there was the
occasional creep, most of his fans delighted in each new photoset. As he moved into a single dorm room, he was persuaded
to create a wishlist. Privacy, enabled by the first time away from his pesky
parents, was intoxicating. Once again encouraged by the attention of hundreds
of horny men, each jockstrap and pair of tight briefs he placed on his list was
quickly bought and sent to his door. A hollow acceptance came over him when he
habitually checked his likes and follows. He was liked! He was loved! And while
he was still too afraid that he would scare off fans by showing them his
kinkier side, just the thought of dozens of men every night blowing their loads
to his naked body gave him a submissive thrill. He was a toy for their
pleasure.As his popularity
increased, his consumption of porn turned racierWith his Likes hidden, he found
thoughts turning to more and more kinkier fantasies. Men bound to chairs and
edged for hours. Boys passed around like party favors. Hypnotized drones
compelled to obey their Masters. Soon, without meaning to, he found himself
calling the older men who messaged him Sir. Most didn’t notice or make any
connections, but some did. A few gifts later he did his first photo set with a
collar and leash, cock hard and straining as he showed himself off to be an
eager puppyslut. A new set of followers came on board as the set made the
rounds.On his back, legs spread lewdly, with a plug stuffing his
pussy.80 new followers.
Tongue out, kneeling and looking up at the camera with his
eyes full of need.92 new followers and a cock and ball ring set by two day
delivery.A close up of his cock, shiny metal separating his stretched
balls, and a prick dripping pre.129 new followers ….
including Sir.
It started innocently at first. Predator and prey separated
by a thousand miles. But the boy loved attention. He craved it. And Sir was
perfectly willing to come up with scenarios that made the boy’s heart race and
his dick throb. Thoughts of being not just fucked but used. Written on, slapped around, spanked, eating out of a bowl on
the floor. Ideas pounded at the defenses of the weak boy’s mind each time he
got a message from Sir. Then requests started to come.«Take a picture of you pissing on yourself. »
«Sleep on the floor tonight, no pillow, just like a puppy. »
«Edge yourself for one hour looking at a slaveboy themed
tumblr. »Another present came, a very small speedo that clung and
accented his ass.«Swim tonight. You
need to keep fit.»The boy didn’t know it, couldn’t know it really, that he was
slowly going under Sir’s spell.And on that late Friday night, as he browsed eBay for gear,
a message from Sir popped up on Tumblr.« When’s your birthday?»
For all his nudes, and for all his obscene content that was
now indiscriminatingly floating around on the internet, he had been careful to
use fake names, to use a State next to his own as his location, to give a
different major. All so he could leave a thin wall between his more outgoing
naked self and who he was during the day. He had never given someone anything
close to his birthday, but this Sir had proved so loyal, and so giving, that he
ended up telling him that it was in October and then , impulsively, the exact
date as well. It was two weeks away.«Good.»
«What would you like for your birthday, puppy?»
The boy was hesitant, but every submissive bone cried out
that of course he wanted to be fucked by Sir, and to be a good boy.«Of course» Came the reply. «What else?»
“A catsuit,” a voice in his head urgently declared. “You
want a catsuit.”“You want to be humiliated,” said another desire
“You want to be muzzled,” called out another part of him.
“You want to be Owned.”
The boy couldn’t help it and found himself stroking his hard
cock thinking about what an awesome birthday it would be to be tied down and
played with, edged and spanked and thoroughly enslaved. And so, throwing
caution to the wind he told Sir that he was expecting absolutely nothing but if
he got a catsuit that would make his whole year.«Heh.» Was the only thing said in response, and the boy
thought nothing more of it.That is, until his birthday.
The boy’s 19th birthday started off uneventfully. A few
emails from random companies wishing him their best automatic regards, a call
from his parents and a text from his sister were the only reminder he expected
to have that today was his special day. It was surprising then, that upon
returning to his room after class he saw a notification pinned to his door that
he had a package. Certain his parents would have warned him if he were to
receive anything in the mail, his curiosity propelled him to the mail room
where a large cardboard box awaited him. Signing for it, he eagerly bounded
back to his dorm room and tore open the packaging to find a hand-written card and
a neatly folded rubber puppy suit.Holding it up, the boy could see himself staring into the
deep gleaming shine of the dark suit, mesmerized by the slick texture that
almost caused his hand to glide right off the material. Examining it more
closely, it seemed as if there were no seems, no zipper, no way to even put the
suit on. The hood was unusual as well, with a tinted gas mask style lenses
built into the eyes and a firmness that betrayed that around the eyebrows there
was some sort of extra padding. Small husky shaped ears sat on either side of
the top of the hood, and a long snout protruded where another hood’s mouth and
nose would be, again of a firmer material than normal. The crotch was also completely unique from
the main part of the suit, being firm and unyielding around where his cock
would be with no way to remove the codpiece. On the other side just above the
seat of the suit was an 18” tail, stiffer than the rest of the material except the
codpiece. In moving it, the boy was surprised when the tail seemed to bend in
whatever position he placed it. Finally,
a small band running the full circumference of the neck seemed to be made from
a thicker material like that around the nose forming a built in collar.
Otherwise, the latex was all encompassing, from the tips of his toes and
fingers up to the top of his head. But that didn’t matter if he couldn’t figure
out how to open it up. Going back to the box, he picked up the note and read:«Happy Birthday Puppytoy,
I have decided to make at least one of your dreams come
true. The suit is a little special and you’ll notice that at the back of the
neck it can be pulled apart with some strength. Strip, step in, and try it out.
I’m sure it will feel unforgettable.Sir»
Looking back at the suit, the boy picked up the neck piece
and looked for a seam, but couldn’t find it. Confused, he consulted the note
and thought for a bit. There was no guarantee the suit would even fit. The boy
wondered if he should give up and message Sir for more clarification, but inspiration
hit and he took the neck in both hands and attempted to pull the neckhole
apart. With a bit of effort and tugging the surprised boy watched as the suit
opened up right down to the small of the back. Fearing he broke it, he was
similarly delighted when putting the neck piece together the suit appeared to
reconnect like two magnets. Never in his time on tumblr had he ever even heard
of a suit this advanced and he blushed thinking about how expensive it must
have been for Sir.Shucking his clothes and dropping his briefs to reveal his
hard puppycock,
the boy peeled the suit back once again and tentatively stuck his feet into the
legs. An intense sense of anxious pleasure overwhelmed him as his feet slid
effortlessly into the rubber encasement. The magical feeling of latex was just
too much for the boy and both a moan and a drop of precum escaped him. Losing
any sense of propriety and hesitation, the boy groaned as both feet practically
fell into the rubber socks and his hands flowed straight into the rubber
gloves. A bit of expected frustration, as he pulled the suit almost effortless
to his chest from his iron rod hitting the firm and unyielding codpiece, but
the momentarily discomfort was lost in the ecstasy of rubberization. Grabbing
the hood in his hands he rolled it over top of his skull, and for the first
time saw through the tinted lenses of the catsuit. These weren’t ordinary
pieces of glass, but small led screens feeding him an HD camera view of his
poster filled room. Around his nose, eyebrows, and his mouth he felt a soft gel
like padding that was evidentially the reason for the relative firmness of the
puppy snout and brows. So soft and
pleasurable was this gel that he felt his mouth and eyes relax into the cushion,
experiencing an uncanny relaxation. So relaxed, in fact, that he was taken
aback when the suit sealed itself!End of Part I
PART II
As anxiety gripped the boy as he realized several things
simultaneously.1) Although he had
noticed that the material contained absolutely no holes of any kind he became
extremely aware now that he was encased of this terrifying fact.2) Despite the lack
of any visible way to breathe he seemed to be breathing perfectly fine through
the gel surrounding his nose3) The suit was
tightening!A muffled cry of barely audible helplessness tried to fill
the dorm room as the latex started pressing against the boy from all sides.
Dazed for too many precious moments the shocked boy finally and furiously
attempted to remove the hood and peel the suit off but as the suit tightened
his movements became more and more restricted. There was barely any give by the
time he had the realization that the Sir’s suit was about to trap him!“No, no, no, no”
chanted the boy as he felt himself stiffen like a board and fall aimlessly back
into his bed. His struggles and terror preoccupied his mind so much that he didn’t
even notice how much his cramped cock was leaking in realized horny nirvana.
One after the other, though without any way to know how, the suit began phase
two of his rubberization. First, he noticed a slight chemical odor in the “air”
that he was breathing, accompanied by a speedy reduction in his feelings of
fear. The suit’s biometric chip had come online and began enforcing a return to
a normal heart rate. Second, he felt an invasion against his boyhole, insistent
in its relentless nature no amount of squeezing could defend him as he felt it
press in and start filling his tight hole. Another moan unconsciously uttered
as the pleasure of impalement reached up and beyond his prostate. The paralyzed
but compellingly helpless boy could do nothing as his relaxed hole surrendered
to its new rubber Master. Then, at the exact same time, the tinted lenses went
completely dark and Sir’s voice began to softly whisper inside the boy’s ears.«You are a toy. You are meant to be trained. You are meant
to please. You are meant to serve»Each breath inhaled imposed more relaxation on the captured
boy and his mind felt completely unprotected for the devastating verbal
assault.«You will surrender yourself. You will be conditioned. There
is no choice, there is no control. Only obedience. Only submission.»The feeling of fullness in the boy’s ass started vibrating
and pressing further against his most sensitive spot, coating the inside of the
codpiece with more juice and causing the boy to cry in a not quite orgasmic peak.«Pleasure comes from service. You will repeat after Me: I am
a toy. I will obey.»“No, no….so good…” It was so hard to concentrate, the
feelings and sensations indescribable to the inexperienced toy’s mind.«You will repeat after Me: I am a toy. I will obey.»
Without even thinking, the boy did.
“I am a toy. I will obey,” and a wave of pure bliss rocked
the boy’s consciousness.«Pleasure comes from surrender. You will repeat after Me: I
will surrender. I will be conditioned»“I will surrender. I will be conditioned.” As much as he
could, the boy screamed as a joyous euphoria blasted straight from his ass
directly to his brain.«Pleasure comes from Me. You will repeat after me: There is
no choice. There is no control.»“There is no choice. There is no control.”
“There is no choice. There is no control.”
“There is no choice. There is no control.”
End of Part II
Ahhhhh thissss