Rubber-worm


Your Rubber Master awaits...


Feeling like truely piggy rubber-pup in the morning - getting all pervertedly inspired by the guy for 'October' on the Invincible rubber calendar that hangs on my bedroom wall, and watches me whilst I work out. There's just something medical, bestial, perverted about that image: those rippling muscles hidden underneath the long apron, His hands enfolded in thick heavy gloves, legs encased in waders - the eyes staring cold and possessive over the mask... He's part butcher, part doctor, part mad scientist - and it inspires in me a distracting head-fuck about being a piece of meat to be operated upon, tested, adapted...

And so i find myself climbing into my rubber, still sweat-slick and breathing heavy after my excersize - lying back with my body safely encased and already half-dehumanised...

Imagining this rubber-clad Master towering over me - looking down at my rubbered and squirming body with steel-cold eyes - feeling myself slipping under His control, and the black-draw of the rubber... Feel Him draw me into His liar - force my weakening body down onto the cold-steel table - strap me down and plant an IV in my arm... feel the cold spread through me skin as He pumps a coctail of pyshotropics and steroids into my bloodstream - hear myself grown and feel my body slip away from me as He encases my head into a VR helmet that pumps porn and subliminal messages into my befuddled brain... The drugs and the hypnosis and the perverse desire bluring the edge between reality and fantasy, humanity and porn - makin me trip my face off...

Strapped-down, rubber-encased, helplessly turned on - i feel myself start to slip away into the trip - become absorbed into the voice and the rubber - slack mouth drooling into the hood - staring with blank empty eyes as the perversionl pumps deeper and deeper into me, pushes me further and further from any sense of reality or self or humanity - filling my brain with only lust and depravity and bestial need...

Feeling the rubber come alive - squirming over my helpless writhing body, seeping through the pores, worming into my mouth and arse and piss-slit - pulsing into every cavity, filling me up... my body throbbing with pain and perverse hunger - eyes covered, filled in, glossed over: blank and empty - mouth stretched wide in a silent scream, as the rubber-tide rises up and over my lips, pulsing down into my throat - filling my stomache and guts and core...

My whole face becoming an unrecognisable blob of rubber that moves and ripples - layer after layer coating limbs become heavy and stiff - layers of slick blackness mounding and molding with rubberised muscle until it looks like some roided muscle-monster - the mind within this mutated body assaulted on every side - programmed deeper and deeper into pure and empty service for the Man who sits behind the console and controls the whole process - The rubber-genius who moves in the shadows, greedily watching my dehumanisation and hybridisation into an object, a mindless rubberslave dependent on Him, obedient to Him - addicted only to the pure bliss of HIS pleasure...

Watching myself as i am mutated ever further into a rubber-encased object - a tireless rubber-toy devoted only to the pleasure of the perverted mind that has taken and transformed me. All identity and individuality removed - lost beneath the glossy rubber layers and utterly seperated from humanity: no identity, no history, no face but the rubber that encases it and transforms it into a dehumanised object for it's Master's pleasure...

And like a true pervert, finding myself utterly and deeply aroused by his thought - by the destruction of myself to the controlling power of rubber...

And the Master always pushing - tweaking - perverting ever deeper. Not content with a rubberised muscle-freak, He pumps the body fuller of druges, coats it ever thicker in rubber - till the limbs start to merge and the body regress, and the whole creature become a seething, writhing mass of rubber and mindless desire...

And finally, content - the rubber-creature is released from it's bonds - so utterly changed that it has regressed to a worm-like state: body a rippling tube of formless rubber-musce, face a smooth curve of rubber - it's throat and arse a slick rippling tube: ready and eager to be filled and fucked and pissed into.

It's pumped and swollen body mutated within a new skin of rubber - flopping to the floor to wriggle and slop across the ground: devoid of humanity, warped by the encasing skin and the desires it inspires - driven and perverted into little more than a worm that lives only to satisfy it's Master's primal urges... little more than a rubber-slug, it humps along a lube-slick trail of it's own leaking juices - blind head seaking out the scent of it's Master - moaning and gurgling with subhuman hunger as it tries to find it's place at His boots...

Glistening with pre-cum that oozes from every ruberised pore, it shivers with pleasure as it's skin feels the touch of His waders upon it's blind face - it's throat opens wide, drips with saliva and juices as it moans in hunger and desire - wordlessly begs it's Maker to use it and feed it... He probes it's mouth with His gloved hand - sneers at the sucking choking, sounds it makes as He slowly forces His fist down it's undulating throat - testing it, preparing it - imagining how it will feel to slide His cock into this willing rubber hole...

Pleased with Himself - how with His power He has taken a man and transformed him into a greedy, rubberised worm - coiled at His boots and hungery to serve Him: a warm, soft, slick, wet rubber-hole, and nothing more - the perfect rubber fuck-tube for the Master to dump His fluids into - greedily sucking with grunts and squeels and animal sounds - incapable of anything but mindless worship of the Master who has abused and warped it's body and mind to His service...

And i find myself lost in the fear and perversity and self-destructive arousal of that thought: so given to my fetish that i am finally and completely become nothing more than an object - my Master's kinky possession. Devoid of any humanity or consiousness. His depraved creature.

Simply a rubber-toy - little more than a dildo or jack-tube - no more important that His waders...

Used for His pleasure, then stored away with His gear: hung up amidst His leather and rubber - connected to pumps and pipes that sustain it's limited rubberised life - mute, blind, senseless - aware of nothing but the vague passing of time before it is taken out again to be pumped and fucked and used once more...


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