a man is modified to become a slave to his life-long lover.
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Modified Rubber Slave December 9, 2000 Sam and I grew up together. We're cousins. Our mothers were sisters and they ran a whorehouse in New Orleans. We were raised in it. The only men I remember used us for sex slaves. At six I knew how to suck cock and swallow a load of cum. Sam, being a year older and bigger than I was, got fucked for his birthday. We were always together. We never separated as we grew up being used a sex toys by both men and women. Is it any wonder we grew up juvenile delinquents? We weren't bad kids, but we were always in trouble. We stayed together because we had no one else. Juvenile Hall gave us our education and after that, we both struck out together into the world. We worked on oil rigs, cowboys, fruit pickers, landscaping, anything hard and physical. We lived with each other not letting anyone else enter our world. Sam was the boss, I'm was his disciple and servant. We fell into the S&M scene easily. Sam was a natural top, I was a natural bottom. We knew exactly how much pain the other could suffer and trusted each other with our lives. Sam and I could use each other's bodies without fear of causing permanent harm. No scene was too wild. That let us go farther in any scene than most male S&M couples. NO matter what we did, we knew how far to go and when to stop. And we did it all. Leather, bondage, hanging, electric shock, scat and water sports. We both ended up pierced, tattooed, and branded by each other. When we were in our early thirties, both our mothers were killed in a plane crash and we inherited the whore house in New Orleans along with a big cash settlement. We kicked out the whores, the transients, the druggies and the riffraff. Then set about making it our own so we could lives our lives together. Today marks the fifth anniversary for the house and we are going to celebrate with a party. Tonight, I will be modified to become Sam's slave for life. Not that there ever was any thought of another man in my life. It's just that we don't have to struggle to make a living anymore and I want to devote all my being to Sam as his slave. I want to be his faithful dog, licking him clean, having him feed me, water me. Sam is as excited about this as I am. He wants to be completely responsible for my care. I will become the party's urinal for the night. I will have to drink piss from the dozen or so friends that are our guests who are here to help me with my modifications. I am dressed in slick black rubber. It covers my shaved body like a glove. Only my cock and balls, along with my hands and head are exposed. The rubber suit holds my feet tight against the back of my legs so that I have to kneel. Straps hold me to the ground. I hold out my hands and splay my fingers. Sam takes plastic wire cable ties and fastens them around the base of each of my fingers and thumbs. Each one hurts as it digs into the flesh of the individual fingers. By the time he gets the tenth finger done, my hands are throbbing. I thrust my hands into leather mittens and my arms are bent behind my back and fastened tightly to the floor. Tomorrow morning, my hands will be like the paws of a dog with soft pads where my fingers used to be. A leather mouthpiece is fitted into my mouth and nose. It will permit me to breathe and swallow so that I can't choke to death on the piss that I will have to swallow. A thick rubber hood is fastened tightly over my head. The world goes dark and silent. Unseen hands pull straps that bend my head back. My open mouth points upward, awaiting the liquid. The hood has a funnel on top and anytime a partygoer needs relief he merely fills the funnel. I breathe hard in excitement. Sam promised he would be the first to piss in my mouth and I feel the hot piss flow over my tongue. I swallow quickly to empty the funnel, but the piss keeps coming. My stomach begins to fill and gurgle. I keep swallowing and as quickly as the stream started, it stops. There is only one more item left before the party begins in earnest. I feel Sam's rough hands on my half hard cock. He begins to jack me off. I can't cum because a thick rubber catheter has been inserted into my cock making my cock hard and stiff around the rubber, I feel the pressure build in my balls and precum lubricates the rubber hose that fills my cock. My balls hurt for release. They want an orgasm. They are throbbing with the need to release themselves. But the thick rubber tube filling my cock won't permit it. I feel Sam stretching my balls out from my body and I wait for the sharp grip of an elastrator ring around my balls. I takes longer than I expect and my body jerks with a sharp pain as the ring snaps tight around my scrotum. A moment late, a second ring snaps around my balls. My body jerks again. My cock throbs as it wants relief but it is now isolated from my balls. I feel it being moved around in preparation for an elastrator ring. Sam's hands bring my cock to full erection. It's rock hard as the ring snaps tightly around the base, My entire body jerks at the pain. The head of my cock stretches painfully and throbs from the blood being forced into it. Another ring is applied higher up my cock. This time, I'm more prepared for the pain. I feel the cock head grow even larger. Then a third ring is snapped higher forcing more blood into the head. A fifth and sixth ring is added before I feel Sam's mouth on my tortured cockhead. His tongue is so hot, it drives me over the edge and I feel my balls explode in orgasm, unable to force the sperm out of my body. Twitching and throbbing, I feel my cock being pushed inside a rubber sheath and strapped to my body. I am now sealed in a dark, silent rubber world. It will take a few hours for my modifications to work. I won't get out until sometime tomorrow. Suddenly, hot piss fills my mouth and the party is on. I kneel there, helpless, the architect of my own torture. My balls ache, cut off from their blood supply, I know that they are slowly dying, a deep throbbing pain fills my abdomen. My cock twitches and thumps with each heartbeat. Behind me, my fingers are tingling painfully, the nerves are dying slowly and reluctantly. It seems I never stop drinking. My stomach feels full, but I can't stop. I love drinking recycled beer, hot from the spigot. The partygoers have a never ending supply. Eventually, I lost track of how I feel and how much I am drinking. My fingers stop hurting, my cock and balls don't twitch anymore. I become just the receptacle. The human piss-pot. This is the best party I have had in years. Hours pass, eventually, the flow of recycled beer slows and stops. They must be falling asleep out there. So, I sleep to. I have no idea how long I slept, but I remember being shaken awake to drink more hot strong morning piss. It is time for me to emerge from my rubber cocoon. Sam unfastened the straps holding me and helped me lay down. My arms and legs were stiff and tight from being fixed in one position all night. I could feel him remove the rubber suit, he left my head for last. It was early afternoon when the hood came off my head. My eyes hurt from the light. I tried rubbing them, and found I couldn't feel my fingers. All five fingers on each hand were black from lack of blood. No feeling, no pain, just dark dead cold flesh. A surgeon friend will remove them later today. I sat up and looked at my cock and balls. I could see the bright green elastrator bands clearly against the dark bluish-black of my cock and balls. I tried to feel my cock and balls, but neither my fingers, nor my cock were living. My cock was still stiff from the bands and the catheter in it. The bands had cut into and dark, dried blood had seeped from the swollen head. My balls were black mush. Soft and squishy and already decomposing. One of our S&M buddies, who's a surgeon, was waiting to finish the job that the elastrator bands started. It was a tedious operation. Ten fingers amputated and the stubs sutured. My cock and balls removed and a stump left for me to piss out of. We left the stump so I would have to get Sam's permission and hands not to piss all over myself. It didn't take me long to heal. The hot flashes started about a month later. We cured them with Androgel. Sam rubs it into my shoulders daily. It makes him horny and stronger and more aggressive and keeps me fit. My only sexual relief is getting Sam to orgasm. We spend the days and nights sucking and fucking. Me sucking and him fucking. My two favorite pastimes. Its now a year later. My hands are just paws, but that's good. They suit the dog that I am. If I have to get dressed, Sam has to button and zip everything. But I am seldom dressed, after all, I am a toilet slave. My tongue keeps Sam clean and satisfied and Sam fucks me daily. Sam also eats for me and drinks for me. I am totally dependent on him. Life is good, I am happy. 10-Dec-00 - 1700 words Copyright [email protected] - all rights reserved, no reprinting without permission. This is all a fantasy!