Bondage Story: The Devil & The Rubberboy (Part 1)

Bondage Story: The Devil & The Rubberboy (Part 1)

Bondage Story: The Devil & The Rubberboy

Hi, my name is Dave. I am 32, and bored with life. I have had my share of experiences with Tops in the area: oh, whip me beat me, hurt me, yawn! Look, I have my own needs, and a libido that just will not quit. I need more, immobilization, suspension, sensory deprivation, and layers of rubber and leather that will never let me escape their warm embrace.

At work all day I would daydream about a house that I would be imprisoned to, that was built to understand my needs and to fulfill them whether I liked it or not. I had seen all these movies where some person would say “I would sell my soul for…” and some guy with red makeup would appear and make everything happen. It was all bunk, I know, but it still gave an interesting twist to the whole fantasy that I had brewing in my mind.

Well, it was one Friday evening, just before my two-week vacation, that I was sitting in the office with nothing to do. My mind was going over all the possibilities of my fantasy, and I was sporting a raging hard on. I was getting so horny, that without thinking, I let the phrase slip out of my lips. I put all my heart and soul behind the request. I was serious and I wanted any deities to know that I meant it. “I would sell my soul for my fantasies to come true.” I said with my eyes closed. Letting out a slightly sexually frustrated sigh, I opened my eyes slowly.

Even though I was a bit saddened, I was not surprised to see that I was the only one sitting in the office. It was just as I thought. I had tried. I had pledged my soul, and no red skilled creature had appeared to take it from me. ‘Oh well’ I thought, ‘Still a hell of a fantasy.’ With that, I turned the lights off in the office, and headed down to the car.

The ride home was uneventful. My hard-on had not subsided at all. Which was fine, I would just have to pull out my gear when I got home, and take care of the issue myself. As I pulled off the street, into the garage, I noticed a light in my office window. ‘Hmm, I must have left my desk lamp on without realizing it.’ I thought to myself as I shifted the car into park, and got out. ‘Not a big deal.’

As I entered the downstairs of my home, through the connected garage, the smell of rubber assaulted my nostrils. I would allow gear to dry all over the house just to get this smell permeating the air; I loved it, as did my now painful erection.

As I headed up the stairs, I decided to stop by the office first, just to turn the lamp off. I would be expending enough electricity here in a bit when I hooked up the Venus 2000. I decided that I would be pulling my 7 hour time cuffs out of the freezer this evening, pull on a few layers of rubber, a few thick hoods, lock my arms and legs to the corners of the bed, plug the Venus 2000 into a timer box, and allow it to torture me till morning.

Upon entering the office, I could tell that something was not right. The first thing that I noticed was the desk chair turned towards the windows, and the computer had the Rubbermen page open. Someone had been messing with my stuff, which means someone was in the house.

“Yes, I guess you can say that someone was inside your house boy.” A voice replied from behind the high-backed chair, as a wisp of smoke curled its way into air.

With that, the office door slammed shut, and the chair slowly turned around towards me. The sight that befell me was one of great shock and surprise. For in the chair sat what looked like an upper class, well dressed gentleman. He wore a well-tailored pinstripe suit that accentuated his thin build. A cigarette burned in an elongated holder that he rolled around on his fingertips. His goatee was expertly groomed, and the horns on his head were sharpened into vicious looking points.

Seeing this made me back up fast. I moved a little too fast, in fact, that I did not see the file cabinet that sat right behind me. I went right over the top of it and ended up curled in a ball in the corner of the room. Looking up cautiously I asked, “Who are you, and what do you want?”

He laughed heartily, “Now that seems like a fairly foolish question. You called me here. From what I can gather, there is something that you want, badly, and are willing to trade just about anything to get it. Isn’t that correct?”

I sat up a bit and looked him in the eye. It was true that I did call him here, although in all fairness I did not think he would come. Now that he was here though I would have to pull myself together, and think, least he try to outsmart me. Then it came to me, how I could have fair negotiations with this man. A smile crept slowly across my face, “Yes, I did call you, and yes there is something I want. Although, you will have to forgive me, as I have seen way to many movies in regards to this kind of meeting, and they all paint you as a very sneaky person.”

“Bad PR, that’s all that is. I have recently fired my person; hopefully I will be shown in a much nicer light in the future.” He said as he took a puff off the cigarette.

“I’m, sure.” I replied sarcastically. “None the less, I want to make sure that I am covered. I want a lawyer. I want someone who is a neutral party, to negotiate the terms of the trade. I want him to know me inside and out, to know what it is that makes me tick. So we can make sure that I get everything I want. We are talking about selling my most valuable asset; this is not something I will take lightly.”

He smiled, as he crossed his arms. “Very logical,” he said. “In this day and age you cannot be too careful.” With that, he waived his hand at the door, and a mousy looking well-dressed man came strolling through. “Dave, I would like you to meet Ira Goldstein. I trust him enough to do my taxes every year, I think he will do here too.”

I looked the little man up and down. I was a bit skeptical, “How do I know that you have my best interests at heart?” I asked attempting to get a read on this Ira fellow.

The lawyer looked back in my direction and as-of-a-matter-of-a-factly said “Your into rubber, leather, gear, and inescapable no choice bondage right?”

My dick got even harder at this summery of my needs. “Yes,” I replied quietly, a bit cowed that my personal life had just been spread out like some kind of portfolio.

“Good.” He said as he pointed at me. Suddenly a thick leather hood locked onto my head, and a gag filled my mouth. I reached up to pull it off, only to feel the laces tighten and a lock snap shut on the collar sealing me in. “Shut up then, and let us hash this out. Shit, I hate talkative boys.”

The devil chuckled, “Yes, that makes two of us. So how’s it going Ira?”

“Oh, just fine boss, but this negotiation bullshit has me a bit perturbed, I mean how am I supposed to finish the work I have on my desk if I keep getting interrupted by these idiots that think just be requesting a lawyer, that they will come out on top when cutting a deal with you. I mean, its tiring.”

“Yes, I know Ira. Let’s just get this taken care of, and then you can go back. Just remember, he did request a neutral party.”

“Oh, don’t worry, that’s the funny part, I will be fighting for him, but this one is a sick puppy. I think you will be happy with leaving him alive to suffer, for a long time.”

“Ah, good entertainment, that’s what I like. So tell me, what’s this one all about?” The devil asked as he crossed his legs.

“His request starts off with your standard fetish gear and bondage, but that’s where this one deviates and becomes interesting. He wants a home that is run by an Intelligent, yet dominant computer that will fill his every need weather he likes it or not. The computer is equipped with hologram technology, so it can produce any Tops, or playmates that are able to interact with him. The house is not only equipped with all rubber, leather, and bondage gear that anyone has ever imagined, let alone produced, but the Computer has the abilities to create and imagine more severe equipment whenever it sees fit.”

“Wow, sounds like he has thought this through.” The devil replied looking impressed.

“Yes, but we have only scratched the surface. He also wants the ability for the system to use any drugs on him, and for him never to worry about OD or addiction. He wants his body to act as if he has not cum for 30 days, every time, even if he has just cum twice in a row. He wants his libido to be what it was when he was eighteen. He is looking for a mutually agreeable living situation where he is a prisoner to this home, and to the computer, and yet, the computer is deriving substance from his cum, and will make sure that he is protected due to that fact.”

“How big is this home?”

“More of a complex really, as it is monstrous. On the surface it is your everyday house, but beneath it: padded cells, exam rooms, dungeons, and so much more.”

All I could do was to just sit there in the corner and listen to this conversation. My hard-on getting ever more and more painful as they continued to talk. I could not help myself; I had to relieve some of the pressure. Perhaps no one would notice if I just slipped my hand between my legs. Before I could even reach my dick, the Devil waived his hand in my direction, and a thick leather chastity belt locked onto my hips cutting off all access.

Turning his attention towards me, the Devil said, “I can see now boy why you feel you are in need of control. What I cannot figure out though, is what levels of bondage you are looking for? Perhaps something like this?” With that, he flicked his wrist and I suddenly found myself lying on a PVC covered mattress, in four point hospital restraints. The hood and chastity belt were gone. I now found myself dressed in a thin latex suit with attached booties, gloves, and hood with eye nose and mouth holes. I squirmed a bit testing the bonds; they were not going to be giving in under my struggling anytime soon.

A wave of fear passed over me as I suddenly realized what I had gotten myself into. “Let me go, I don’t want to trade, please. I have changed my mind.”

Both men continued to talk as if they did not hear me. Ira was the next to pipe up. “No I think this is more what he has in mind.” He said as he pointed towards me.

There was a quick zap, and I now found myself in a second, even thicker suit, that had attached boots, fingerless mitts, and gasmask hood with internal gag. Restraints now encircled my thighs, shins, and biceps. I struggled hard against the bonds, and yelled into the gag. I wanted this to stop.

The devil smiled as he stood up and walked to the side of the bed. He ran a nailed finger over my rubber covered crotch as he said, “Perhaps he will enjoy this too.” A thin tube suddenly snaked from my crotch to the port on the gasmask that was attached to my head, as it plugged itself into the gag in my mouth. I could taste the first drops of pre-cum as they dripped out of the end of the gag into my mouth. I would have been in total ecstasy of this, if it had not been for the fact that I was suddenly distracted by whatever was currently assaulting my sphincter, demanding to be let inside. Relaxing as much as I could in the current situation, I attempted to open up and let the foreign object in, as fighting it would only bring me pain. Slowly it slipped its way in and rested against my prostate, where it began to pulsate.

Ira walked over to the other side of the bed, and laid his hand against my writhing body. “You’re starting to get the idea,” he said to the Devil. “But there is still more to go.” He pointed at me again, and I found myself now fully sealed in a thick rubber drysuit. The wrist cuffs of the suit grasped against the base of the fistmits, pretty much preventing me from extracting myself. He pointed again, and a latex straightjacket zapped onto my torso, completely incasing my arms, making any though of undoing the restraints a complete futility.
Ira ran his hand down my face, as he said to me “Look, we have some things to hash out. Why don’t you lay here and enjoy you predicament. You have no other choice.” With that he tilted the bed, so it was vertical, and I was dangling from the straps. As he waived his hand over my face, I found my ears filled. I was now rendered unable to hear, move, or talk. I was at their mercy.

I hung this way for what seemed like a few hours as these two hashed out all details across my desk. I could only see had gestures, and the growing pile of legal paperwork on the desk let me know that we were soon nearing the end of the negotiations. Once they were done both of them walked back over to my side, my right arm was suddenly allowed to be free, and the mitt on the end disappeared. I was handed a pen, and Ira pointed towards the line on the bottom of the stack of papers where I was supposed to sign. The lenses on the mask made the words impossible to read, so I just shook my head no, and tossed the pen to the floor.

The next thing I know electrical jolts shot through my nuts, making my whole body convulse. The pen was handed back to me and I was once again offered the contract to sign. I shook my head again and attempted to communicate, by pointing to the lenses on the mask with my free hand that I wanted to read it first. This was once again greeted with a shock to my balls, this time much more powerful than the first. I let out a muffled scream into the gag, that son of a bitch hurt! I was scared, I did not know what to do, but I did know I did not want to feel the next level of shocks. With a shaking hand, I signed the bottom of the contract. I had no Idea what I had just agreed to, but as they had said before, I had little choice. I guess I would just have to wait to see what was in store for me.

After I had finished, the pen was taken from me, and my hand was refastened to the bed. The devil smiled evilly, as he waived a hand over my masked head. I could see a purplish gas beginning to fill my mask. I squirmed and pulled against my bonds, but to no avail. I could only hold my breath for so long, and finally I gave in and inhaled deeply. My world started spinning, and the last thing that I could remember before I blacked out was a voice saying “Oh, yes. I will have a lot of fun with this one.”

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