u/RubberBoySev

"I wish that was me"

A short comment posted without much thought, just after midnight, on a dark web porn site. The video to which it pertained was roughly 8 minutes long, with less than 200 total views; niche stuff, even in this obscure corner of the web. Perhaps it was unsurprising given how little skin was shown; the "star" of the clip was a male gimp, suited up in a tight layer of black rubber, strapped down and writhing as two others jammed their hard cocks into his mouth and ass, those bare members constituting the only visible bits of flesh in the entire video. There was of course no way to know the circumstances of the scene, but given that it was relegated to the dark web, odds were it may not have been a fully consensual encounter.

After both men finished, they zipped up the holes over the gimp's mouth and ass; spatters of white cum stood out against the black latex, making it clear they'd both gotten off within the rubbered up boy. Afterwards he was stuffed into a heavy sleepsack, this one made of a thick chlorinated rubber, giving it a more industrial look and a duller matte color, contrasting with the shiny black that disappeared within as it was zipped up. This was how the video ended, leaving how long the boy would remain bound like that a mystery.

This was the video that Sev had left his lone comment on one night while intoxicated by his own arousal. He'd posted it anonymously of course, or at least he thought. After all, wasn't everything on the dark web supposed to be anonymous and untraceable? That was why it existed, the very thing that made it dark.

Though the video, and others like it, lingered on Sev's mind long after, he'd soon all but forgotten leaving the comment. That was until he received a strange piece of mail. It was one of those large manila envelopes, hand-addressed to him, though he didn't recognize the writing, and here was no return address. Opening it up, Sev found a sheet of paper with a screenshot of his comment below the video, and a chill ran down his spine. Someone knew way too much. Not only that he was the one who posted it, but also where he lived.

On the back of the sheet was note. Just a few words, scrawled in large letters. "If you're interested" read the first line, which was followed by an address, and then some brief instructions. "1 AM. Come alone. No phone." The lack of clarity made the note all the more unsettling. Was it supposed to be some kind of blackmail attempt? If the sender was able to find out his much about him, surely they had plenty of ammunition. What about 1 AM? There was no date anywhere, did that mean 1 AM tonight? If not tonight, when else could it mean?

Thinking more about it left Sev sick to his stomach. A Google search revealed the address was some run down building in an industrial part of town. Sketchy as hell. Surely no place to be after midnight. He considered calling the police, but realized how futile that would be. His online activities were embarrassing, but there were no threats made, nothing that seemed particularly criminal. Divulging his porn preferences to the cops knowing they likely wouldn't have enough to act on wasn't an option.

Sev realized that his only choice was to show up, tonight, at the address. He had to. That was the only way he'd get any more information, and the only way he could hope to avoid any unwritten consequences there might be for not complying.

The unlit street was pitch black, with no cars and no pedestrians as far as the eye could see when Sev approached the address. Having left his phone at home, a printed-out map was all he had to guide himself to it. He now stood before a nondescript metal door in a concrete wall, beneath faded numbers and peeling paint.

Taking a deep breath, Sev tried the handle of the door. Finding it unlocked, pulled it open and entered...

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Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed. What's behind the door? That's for you to decide! It's open-ended by design, but the idea is that one way or another, it leads to Sev's "wish" being fulfilled as he takes on role of a rubber slave getting bound up and fucked, and then possibly disappeared into sexual slavery for the rest of forever.

This could be a forced, coerced, or otherwise non-con thing, or Sev could be totally into it once he finds out he's got an opportunity to live out his fantasy, for better or worse. I'm perfectly happy either way it goes.

If you're still reading this, send me a message and let me know what you're thinking!

He'd been on his knees for nearly two hours now, all the while a lively party going on around him. Tonight Sev was less of a party-goer and more of a party favor. Clad in latex from head to toe, the black material was polished to such a mirror-like sheen that caught the hues of the various colored lights throughout the room, turning the featureless rubber boy into quite the decoration. Indeed, a decoration was an apt term for him, locked into a suit with no eye holes and a bulbous gag strapped around his head, there was little he could do beyond sit there as a sort of curiosity.

As guests began to show up, that curiosity increasingly became a spectacle. Sev could make out the occasional proximate oohs and aahs above the din of usual music and chatter, not to mention a wide variety of comments that left him blushing beneath his hood. Pats on the head, pinches of his nipples which must have been visible through the latex as several people knew precisely where to grab them, shoes gently nudging or pressing against the outline of his cock in the rubber. A couple of guys had even gone so far as to undo his gag, replacing it just as quickly with their own hard dicks and using his face like a fleshlight, to the clear approval of those gathered around. Sev had no idea whose loads he had swallowed that night, a fact that only aroused him further, leaving him with a tent starting to form, his dick stiff enough to command a bit of breathing room from its otherwise skin-tight rubber confines. This of course made it obvious to all that slutty rubber boy was enjoying himself, which in turn encouraged further free use of him.

Though a few people present, including his roommate Kyle who'd brought him, knew who he was beneath the layer of latex, to most he was just a nameless gimp, fully objectified. For Sev, this was about the only way he'd find himself at such a party. Rather quiet, often anxious, painfully awkward, and a bit of a geek in his daily affairs, he didn't have much of a social life. And in truth, this was the only way he'd enjoy being in a noisy and crowded environment like that anyway. Sev was more of a loner, and none of his acquaintances would have had any reason to suspect he was any sort of freak. His roommate provided perhaps the only intersection of his normal life and his kinky side, since it was hard to hide something like that from someone you lived with.

Sev was frequently able to recognize Kyle's muffled voice nearby, but any other speech he could make out was of mysterious origin since he couldn't see the speaker. That was, until he heard a second familiar voice. Fragments of small talk, a conversation of too little substance to follow from bits and pieces went on for a minute or two, before that distinctive voice inquired "what's your roommate up to tonight?" This question instantly triggered audible snickering, before a hand came to rest on the rubber boy's head. "This is actually Sev right here." Kyle revealed, though for now it would have to be taken on faith, as not so much as an inch of the boy's skin was showing, much less anything that could positively identify him. None the less, Sev was once again blushing brightly beneath the rubber, his identity having been revealed to someone who knew him, and who now knew he was the party's gimp. If he'd arrived before just recently, he probably would have seen the guys who'd blown their loads down his throat, too. Just like that, two different worlds were now colliding, and on his knees in the middle of a party, there was precious little Sev could do about it, and he had no idea what impact it would have.

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Hey all, thanks for checking out my post. The idea here is that you'd be a friend or acquaintance, that familiar voice that just showed up, and thus discover Sev's kinky side. But things are always flexible, if you'd rather play a total stranger, the roommate, or anyone else who wants to use the party gimp. Anything goes, especially if you come with some ideas. Past posts are always open too, or we could do something else entirely, sticking with the same general themes.

Not many limits on my part; no female characters, no daddies. Try to keep it interesting. If you liked what you read, don't be afraid to send a message!

Sev hadn't thought too much of it when a friend suggested he should attend the party in a rubber catsuit. If anything it sounded like fun, and in a room full of kinky gay guys, it might prove to be the sort of social lubricant an introvert like him needed in order not to simply lurk quietly in a room full of strangers.

So he agreed, and thus found himself on the night of the party covered from the neck down in a layer of tight-fitting, shiny black latex. It showed every curve of his twinkish body, but most notably the curve of his hard dick as it tented the rubber of his crotch. With that feature as the cherry on top, he quickly became a center of attention as more guests began to arrive. It wasn't long before another piece of gear came out, this time a heavy straitjacket of chlorinated rubber, more than a millimeter thick. Sev was nervous about it, but there was no way he could deny his interest curiosity, especially with such a boner on obvious display. Though a bit reluctant, he conceded, and within moments he was cinched up within the thick garment.

With his arms now trapped against his body, Sev had become helpless, and others realized this. Within minutes, a sock was shoved into his mouth just before a rubber hood was pulled down over his head, leaving him unable to see or speak either. "Sev" had thus disappeared from the party, and in his place, a fully geared-up gimp remained. Most of the party-goers had no idea exactly who was beneath all that rubber, but wasn't that the point of such gear after all? There was little reason to suspect this anonymous rubber boy was anything other than a willing party favor...

If more confirmation was needed, his arousal was still obvious, and no less intense than before. Though his cock was trapped within a rubber prison, the same wasn't true on the other side of his suit, where an unsecured zipper offered access to his ass. The feeling of cool air against his hole made that much clear when it was finally unzipped and Sev realized he was about to become a sex toy for any of the men gathered there who wanted a hole to get off in...

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Thanks for checking out the post! I kept the setup pretty simple, but there's a lot of ways we can go with it. From a simple fuck at the party to something more elaborate, what would you do if you found a helpless rubber boy in such a circumstance? You can shoot me a post if you want, or we can talk ideas first and go from there. PMs and chats both accepted, but I prefer to actually play on Discord. Hit me up!

Kinks: Rubber/latex, degradation, cum, bondage, watersports, generally being used like a slut.

Limits: feminization, daddy characters, scat, poor literacy.

"I wish that was me"

A short comment posted without much thought, just after midnight, on a dark web porn site. The video to which it pertained was roughly 8 minutes long, with less than 200 total views; niche stuff, even in this obscure corner of the web. Perhaps it was unsurprising given how little skin was shown; the "star" of the clip was a male gimp, suited up in a tight layer of black rubber, strapped down and writhing as two others jammed their hard cocks into his mouth and ass, those bare members constituting the only visible bits of flesh in the entire video. There was of course no way to know the circumstances of the scene, but given that it was relegated to the dark web, odds were it may not have been a fully consensual encounter.

After both men finished, they zipped up the holes over the gimp's mouth and ass; spatters of white cum stood out against the black latex, making it clear they'd both gotten off within the rubbered up boy. Afterwards he was stuffed into a heavy sleepsack, this one made of a thick chlorinated rubber, giving it a more industrial look and a duller matte color, contrasting with the shiny black that disappeared within as it was zipped up. This was how the video ended, leaving how long the boy would remain bound like that a mystery.

This was the video that Sev had left his lone comment on one night while intoxicated by his own arousal. He'd posted it anonymously of course, or at least he thought. After all, wasn't everything on the dark web supposed to be anonymous and untraceable? That was why it existed, the very thing that made it dark.

Though the video, and others like it, lingered on Sev's mind long after, he'd soon all but forgotten leaving the comment. That was until he received a strange piece of mail. It was one of those large manila envelopes, hand-addressed to him, though he didn't recognize the writing, and here was no return address. Opening it up, Sev found a sheet of paper with a screenshot of his comment below the video, and a chill ran down his spine. Someone knew way too much. Not only that he was the one who posted it, but also where he lived.

On the back of the sheet was note. Just a few words, scrawled in large letters. "If you're interested" read the first line, which was followed by an address, and then some brief instructions. "1 AM. Come alone. No phone." The lack of clarity made the note all the more unsettling. Was it supposed to be some kind of blackmail attempt? If the sender was able to find out his much about him, surely they had plenty of ammunition. What about 1 AM? There was no date anywhere, did that mean 1 AM tonight? If not tonight, when else could it mean?

Thinking more about it left Sev sick to his stomach. A Google search revealed the address was some run down building in an industrial part of town. Sketchy as hell. Surely no place to be after midnight. He considered calling the police, but realized how futile that would be. His online activities were embarrassing, but there were no threats made, nothing that seemed particularly criminal. Divulging his porn preferences to the cops knowing they likely wouldn't have enough to act on wasn't an option.

Sev realized that his only choice was to show up, tonight, at the address. He had to. That was the only way he'd get any more information, and the only way he could hope to avoid any unwritten consequences there might be for not complying.

The unlit street was pitch black, with no cars and no pedestrians as far as the eye could see when Sev approached the address. Having left his phone at home, a printed-out map was all he had to guide himself to it. He now stood before a nondescript metal door in a concrete wall, beneath faded numbers and peeling paint.

Taking a deep breath, Sev tried the handle of the door. Finding it unlocked, pulled it open and entered...

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Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed. What's behind the door? That's for you to decide! It's open-ended by design, but the idea is that one way or another, it leads to Sev's "wish" being fulfilled as he takes on role of a rubber slave getting bound up and fucked, and then possibly disappeared into sexual slavery for the rest of forever.

This could be a forced, coerced, or otherwise non-con thing, or Sev could be totally into it once he finds out he's got an opportunity to live out his fantasy, for better or worse. I'm perfectly happy either way it goes.

If you're still reading this, send me a message and let me know what you're thinking!

Hey everyone. I'm looking for some guys into bondage and gear play.

I'd love to start off with my character in at least a rubber suit, and upon meeting yours, we amp up the bondage from there. Could it be some kind of kinky date? Maybe we meet in a club or dungeon? Whatever scenario you find hottest, I'm probably down to try, as long as it's conducive to heavy bondage.

On that note, heavy bondage is exactly what I hope to end up in, and the heavier, the better. From chains and shackles all the way up to straitjackets and sleepsacks, I'm a slut for anything that leaves me immobilized and helpless. Sensory deprivation is great too: hoods, gags, blindfolds, and more. Rubber tends to be my favorite material for gear, but I'm open to leather, PVC, metal and other rigid materials, etc.

Once you've got me bound up to your liking, that's when I want to get used like a slut. Fucked hard, stuffed with cock, used like a living fleshlight and cum dumpster. Make me your toy and take full advantage of my helplessness.

So the big question is, who will you be? An experienced dom, or someone new to but intrigued by the fetish scene? A fun-loving kink partner or a natural predator eager to have his way with a vulnerable boy? I'm leaving lots of options up to you, so let me know how you'd put your spin on things.

Interested so far? Then hit me up! But please do send more than just a one-line greeting.

Kinks: heavy bondage, rubber/latex, degradation, cum, slavery, slutty sex, watersports.

Limits: Feminization, daddy characters, scat, poor literacy.

Sev's excitement only grew as the other helped him gear up. A thick suit of black chlorinated latex was tugged firmly onto each of his limbs before it was zipped up in the back, squeezing his body inside. At about a whole 1 millimeter, it was a thick suit, with a dull matte appearance giving more of an industrial look than the reflective black typically associated with latex fetish gear. But ultimately the appearance didn't matter as much as the experience. Sev was going to spend the next 24 hours as a rubber gimp, and he couldn't have been more excited about it, his hard dick making a noticeable bulge in even the thick and tight rubber over his crotch. A matching hood went on next, followed by a collar, and last but not least, a thick black blindfold. All of it was secured with a handful of small padlocks; as agreed, there would be no getting out until his time was up. There were zippers over his ass and mouth, but until they were opened, small holes for his nostrils remained his only link to the outside world...

Once he was geared up, Sev was led... somewhere. Unable to see, he was blissfully unaware of his surroundings. But eventually he was shoved down on a soft surface that could only have been a bed. That was when he heard his partner begin speaking to him, leaning right into his ear and talking loudly so he could be understood even through the thick layer of rubber over Sev's ear.

"Alright rubber boy. You wanted to be a gimp for the day, right?" the other asked. Sev nodded enthusiastically, though the other continued speaking without pausing for a response. "That means you're just a rubber toy for other guys to use to get off..." he continued. Sev could feel his body pressing up against him now, grinding a hard dick against his rubbered form. "So just like you wanted, you're gonna get the real experience of being a gimp. I posted an ad on Craigslist offering your rubber holes to anyone that wants to use'em. So... hope you're ready to get used by strangers all day."

Sev's heart began to pound, even more so than it had been. He hadn't intended to sign up for this but of course, in his current state, he was pretty helpless to stop it, and in a sense, it did, by the other's logic, fall squarely within the scope of what he'd agreed to. Worse yet, his own cock was now throbbing at the prospect of actually being used by strangers. Sev's mental spiral was interrupted by the other speaking once more. "First one will be here soon. Have fun being a toy and I'll see you in 24 hours." The other gave the bulge in Sev's rubber a playful rub before stepping away and leaving the gimp on the bed. Even if he'd tried to get up, he wouldn't be able to get far geared up and blindfolded like that, so Sev remained right where he was left, blushing bright red beneath the rubber as he waited for the first stranger who would see him as nothing more than a nameless gimp to use like a human fleshlight.

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Hey, and thanks for reading. I tried to keep everything pretty open-ended. You can be whoever you want, as long as it's interesting and hot. I also left the environment undefined, so if you want this to take place in some bondage dungeon, a dingy motel room, or whatever else, we can probably make it work. Whether you want to be the first to use a fresh gimp, or get him later after a dozen or so men have unloaded into him, it's all good.

You don't have to reply with a full post, but at least have some ideas and send more than just a greeting. I'm always down to brainstorm and all my other prompts are always open too if you see something you like more.

Kinks: Rubber/latex, degradation, cum, bondage, watersports, generally being used like a slut.

Limits: feminization, daddy characters, scat, poor literacy.

Participating in the kink scene usually meant a lot of late nights. Clubs, dungeons, parties, and the like were all nocturnal affairs, most of which didn't even properly begin until the hours when average folks tended to be in bed. But Sev was hooked, addicted even, so his sleep schedule and daytime effectiveness were often sacrificed to his fetish.

By day, Sev was an anxious and awkward introvert, but by night, he was a rubber sub. Hidden beneath a layer of anonymizing rubber, it was easier to be himself. Or perhaps to be nothing at all but a pair of holes to be used. Either way, it tended to make him "popular" in a way that he never experienced in the light of day, and without the burden of having to make conversation or wonder what to do, it oddly allowed him to relax in an almost therapeutic way, which was also near impossible beneath the daytime sun.

Whenever he had the chance, Sev would go out, spend hours geared up in rubber, and serve as a toy for strangers at whatever kinky club or party he found himself at. But such revelry only lasted a few hours at most, and then it was time to head home. In Sev's case, it meant heading home in full rubber. Sometimes he'd wear a bit of clothing over the shiny second skin, like a hoodie and pair of sweatpants, though even that couldn't cover up all the latex to anyone who got a good look at the rubber boy. Just as often, he found himself wearing a spattering of other men's cum.

In those ethereal hours between midnight and daybreak, Sev would make his way home in the dark, wandering the city streets some distance before taking the subway or a bus, and then once again walking the last bit of the way back to his apartment. Once in a while he'd even take detour or pit stop; swing in to a convenience store for a drink or snack, take a stroll through the park or simply a more scenic route home. There didn't tend to be many people out at these hours, but the idea of being seen out in public in his gear filled Sev with a sort of guilty excitement. Just who might he run into and where, and what other fun might await him on any given night...?

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Hey all. I tried to keep this prompt wide open. Who will you be and where would you like to run into a well-used rubber boy late at night? The possibilities are endless, so hit me up and let me know what you're thinking, and we'll have some fun.

The only rule is keep it interesting. Chats and PMs are both welcome, just make'em hot. 😈

Kinks: Rubber/latex, degradation, cum, bondage, watersports, generally being used like a slut.

Limits: feminization, daddy characters, scat, poor literacy.

He'd been on his knees for nearly two hours now, all the while a lively party going on around him. Tonight Sev was less of a party-goer and more of a party favor. Clad in latex from head to toe, the black material was polished to such a mirror-like sheen that caught the hues of the various colored lights throughout the room, turning the featureless rubber boy into quite the decoration. Indeed, a decoration was an apt term for him, locked into a suit with no eye holes and a bulbous gag strapped around his head, there was little he could do beyond sit there as a sort of curiosity.

As guests began to show up, that curiosity increasingly became a spectacle. Sev could make out the occasional proximate oohs and aahs above the din of usual music and chatter, not to mention a wide variety of comments that left him blushing beneath his hood. Pats on the head, pinches of his nipples which must have been visible through the latex as several people knew precisely where to grab them, shoes gently nudging or pressing against the outline of his cock in the rubber. A couple of guys had even gone so far as to undo his gag, replacing it just as quickly with their own hard dicks and using his face like a fleshlight, to the clear approval of those gathered around. Sev had no idea whose loads he had swallowed that night, a fact that only aroused him further, leaving him with a tent starting to form, his dick stiff enough to command a bit of breathing room from its otherwise skin-tight rubber confines. This of course made it obvious to all that slutty rubber boy was enjoying himself, which in turn encouraged further free use of him.

Though a few people present, including his roommate Kyle who'd brought him, knew who he was beneath the layer of latex, to most he was just a nameless gimp, fully objectified. For Sev, this was about the only way he'd find himself at such a party. Rather quiet, often anxious, painfully awkward, and a bit of a geek in his daily affairs, he didn't have much of a social life. And in truth, this was the only way he'd enjoy being in a noisy and crowded environment like that anyway. Sev was more of a loner, and none of his acquaintances would have had any reason to suspect he was any sort of freak. His roommate provided perhaps the only intersection of his normal life and his kinky side, since it was hard to hide something like that from someone you lived with.

Sev was frequently able to recognize Kyle's muffled voice nearby, but any other speech he could make out was of mysterious origin since he couldn't see the speaker. That was, until he heard a second familiar voice. Fragments of small talk, a conversation of too little substance to follow from bits and pieces went on for a minute or two, before that distinctive voice inquired "what's your roommate up to tonight?" This question instantly triggered audible snickering, before a hand came to rest on the rubber boy's head. "This is actually Sev right here." Kyle revealed, though for now it would have to be taken on faith, as not so much as an inch of the boy's skin was showing, much less anything that could positively identify him. None the less, Sev was once again blushing brightly beneath the rubber, his identity having been revealed to someone who knew him, and who now knew he was the party's gimp. If he'd arrived before just recently, he probably would have seen the guys who'd blown their loads down his throat, too. Just like that, two different worlds were now colliding, and on his knees in the middle of a party, there was precious little Sev could do about it, and he had no idea what impact it would have.

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Hey all, thanks for checking out my post. The idea here is that you'd be a friend or acquaintance, that familiar voice that just showed up, and thus discover Sev's kinky side. But things are always flexible, if you'd rather play a total stranger, the roommate, or anyone else who wants to use the party gimp. Anything goes, especially if you come with some ideas. Past posts are always open too, or we could do something else entirely, sticking with the same general themes.

Not many limits on my part; no female characters, no daddies. Try to keep it interesting. If you liked what you read, don't be afraid to send a message!

Sev hadn't thought too much of it when a friend suggested he should attend the party in a rubber catsuit. If anything it sounded like fun, and in a room full of kinky gay guys, it might prove to be the sort of social lubricant an introvert like him needed in order not to simply lurk quietly in a room full of strangers.

So he agreed, and thus found himself on the night of the party covered from the neck down in a layer of tight-fitting, shiny black latex. It showed every curve of his twinkish body, but most notably the curve of his hard dick as it tented the rubber of his crotch. With that feature as the cherry on top, he quickly became a center of attention as more guests began to arrive. It wasn't long before another piece of gear came out, this time a heavy straitjacket of chlorinated rubber, more than a millimeter thick. Sev was nervous about it, but there was no way he could deny his interest curiosity, especially with such a boner on obvious display. Though a bit reluctant, he conceded, and within moments he was cinched up within the thick garment.

With his arms now trapped against his body, Sev had become helpless, and others realized this. Within minutes, a sock was shoved into his mouth just before a rubber hood was pulled down over his head, leaving him unable to see or speak either. "Sev" had thus disappeared from the party, and in his place, a fully geared-up gimp remained. Most of the party-goers had no idea exactly who was beneath all that rubber, but wasn't that the point of such gear after all? There was little reason to suspect this anonymous rubber boy was anything other than a willing party favor...

If more confirmation was needed, his arousal was still obvious, and no less intense than before. Though his cock was trapped within a rubber prison, the same wasn't true on the other side of his suit, where an unsecured zipper offered access to his ass. The feeling of cool air against his hole made that much clear when it was finally unzipped and Sev realized he was about to become a sex toy for any of the men gathered there who wanted a hole to get off in...

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Thanks for checking out the post! I kept the setup pretty simple, but there's a lot of ways we can go with it. From a simple fuck at the party to something more elaborate, what would you do if you found a helpless rubber boy in such a circumstance? You can shoot me a post if you want, or we can talk ideas first and go from there. PMs and chats both accepted, but I prefer to actually play on Discord. Hit me up!

Kinks: Rubber/latex, degradation, cum, bondage, watersports, generally being used like a slut.

Limits: feminization, daddy characters, scat, poor literacy.

"I wish that was me"

A short comment posted without much thought, just after midnight, on a dark web porn site. The video to which it pertained was roughly 8 minutes long, with less than 200 total views; niche stuff, even in this obscure corner of the web. Perhaps it was unsurprising given how little skin was shown; the "star" of the clip was a male gimp, suited up in a tight layer of black rubber, strapped down and writhing as two others jammed their hard cocks into his mouth and ass, those bare members constituting the only visible bits of flesh in the entire video. There was of course no way to know the circumstances of the scene, but given that it was relegated to the dark web, odds were it may not have been a fully consensual encounter.

After both men finished, they zipped up the holes over the gimp's mouth and ass; spatters of white cum stood out against the black latex, making it clear they'd both gotten off within the rubbered up boy. Afterwards he was stuffed into a heavy sleepsack, this one made of a thick chlorinated rubber, giving it a more industrial look and a duller matte color, contrasting with the shiny black that disappeared within as it was zipped up. This was how the video ended, leaving how long the boy would remain bound like that a mystery.

This was the video that Sev had left his lone comment on one night while intoxicated by his own arousal. He'd posted it anonymously of course, or at least he thought. After all, wasn't everything on the dark web supposed to be anonymous and untraceable? That was why it existed, the very thing that made it dark.

Though the video, and others like it, lingered on Sev's mind long after, he'd soon all but forgotten leaving the comment. That was until he received a strange piece of mail. It was one of those large manila envelopes, hand-addressed to him, though he didn't recognize the writing, and here was no return address. Opening it up, Sev found a sheet of paper with a screenshot of his comment below the video, and a chill ran down his spine. Someone knew way too much. Not only that he was the one who posted it, but also where he lived.

On the back of the sheet was note. Just a few words, scrawled in large letters. "If you're interested" read the first line, which was followed by an address, and then some brief instructions. "1 AM. Come alone. No phone." The lack of clarity made the note all the more unsettling. Was it supposed to be some kind of blackmail attempt? If the sender was able to find out his much about him, surely they had plenty of ammunition. What about 1 AM? There was no date anywhere, did that mean 1 AM tonight? If not tonight, when else could it mean?

Thinking more about it left Sev sick to his stomach. A Google search revealed the address was some run down building in an industrial part of town. Sketchy as hell. Surely no place to be after midnight. He considered calling the police, but realized how futile that would be. His online activities were embarrassing, but there were no threats made, nothing that seemed particularly criminal. Divulging his porn preferences to the cops knowing they likely wouldn't have enough to act on wasn't an option.

Sev realized that his only choice was to show up, tonight, at the address. He had to. That was the only way he'd get any more information, and the only way he could hope to avoid any unwritten consequences there might be for not complying.

The unlit street was pitch black, with no cars and no pedestrians as far as the eye could see when Sev approached the address. Having left his phone at home, a printed-out map was all he had to guide himself to it. He now stood before a nondescript metal door in a concrete wall, beneath faded numbers and peeling paint.

Taking a deep breath, Sev tried the handle of the door. Finding it unlocked, pulled it open and entered...

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Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed. What's behind the door? That's for you to decide! It's open-ended by design, but the idea is that one way or another, it leads to Sev's "wish" being fulfilled as he takes on role of a rubber slave getting bound up and fucked, and then possibly disappeared into sexual slavery for the rest of forever.

This could be a forced, coerced, or otherwise non-con thing, or Sev could be totally into it once he finds out he's got an opportunity to live out his fantasy, for better or worse. I'm perfectly happy either way it goes.

If you're still reading this, send me a message and let me know what you're thinking!

Sev watched the loading bar slowly creep across the page on the screen of a computer a few feet away, as freshly-shot photos wormed their way through multiple proxies to their destination.

"...and you're sure you want to do this?" his blond-haired photographer asked, turning around in his chair to face his subject, the light from the screen behind him giving his glasses a faint glow.

Sev nodded. He was still in the same position as in the photos, kneeling on a non-descript bed, his body covered from the neck down in a tight layer of shiny black latex, with his wrists cuffed behind his back.

"This is your absolute last chance to back out. Once I hit submit, it's my ass on the line if I don't follow through, so..."

"Do it." Sev said, cutting the other off, not needing, and not wanting, to hear the rest of that warning. There was a pregnant pause before the blond turned around his chair to face the computer once more, an audible deep breath from him. His own hesitation was palpable. What was merely a second seemed to last ages, until the sound of a mouse click broke the silence. Another moment passed and the page on the screen began to reload, bits of content popping into place as if they were on a slow dial-up modem. Finally the screen was static and the bespectacled blond turned back around.

"Alright. You're now officially for sale on AlphaBay." he announced. Sev only blinked, eyes darting between the other's face and the screen behind him, his face showing little reaction. But the words had made his heart begin to race, and the outline of his rapidly hardening dick was becoming visible in the tight rubber he wore.

The world's largest darkweb marketplace now had a new listing. Sev was being offered up as a nameless gimp. There were photos of him standing and on his knees from multiple angles, all in full rubber, save for one pic in which the hood was removed and his face was shown, revealing light skin and soft features with jet black hair and almond-shaped eyes. Some of the details in the listing were embellished a bit. He was described as 18 when he was in fact north of 20, and supposedly already a trained rubber slave, rather than a mere bondage lover looking to live out a fantasy.

Bidding would be open for 48 hours, with another 24 to coordinate his hand-off to the lucky winner. In just 3 days, Sev would be living out his wildest dream. He'd be another man's property. And until then, he was going to be kept under lock and key, lest he get cold feet and try to escape the fate he signed up for.

Sev didn't know who ended up buying him, for how much, or anything else. But eventually he was straitjacketed, hooded, and put in the back of a car. He couldn't see where he was being taken, but the drive was long; several hours if he had to guess, though he had no way to tell the time. The car came to a stop in a parking lot behind an abandoned building. The gimp was pulled from his seat, marched just a few steps, and shoved into another vehicle's seat. He heard the door slam right behind him, and knew his new life as a true rubber slave had just begun.

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Hey, thanks for checking out the prompt, and perhaps congrats on your new gimp purchase? If you're interested that role, hit me up via chat or PM.

I only have two stipulations for your character: don't be a generic rich guy, and don't be old enough to be my character's father. Beyond that, it will be up to you where this gimp gets taken next. I'm down to brainstorm a bit if you'd rather that than start with a post, but be sure to bring a few ideas to the party.

Can't wait to hear from you.

Hey everyone. I'm looking for some guys into bondage and gear play.

I'd love to start off with my character in at least a rubber suit, and upon meeting yours, we amp up the bondage from there. Could it be some kind of kinky date? Maybe we meet in a club or dungeon? Whatever scenario you find hottest, I'm probably down to try, as long as it's conducive to heavy bondage.

On that note, heavy bondage is exactly what I hope to end up in, and the heavier, the better. From chains and shackles all the way up to straitjackets and sleepsacks, I'm a slut for anything that leaves me immobilized and helpless. Sensory deprivation is great too: hoods, gags, blindfolds, and more. Rubber tends to be my favorite material for gear, but I'm open to leather, PVC, metal and other rigid materials, etc.

Once you've got me bound up to your liking, that's when I want to get used like a slut. Fucked hard, stuffed with cock, used like a living fleshlight and cum dumpster. Make me your toy and take full advantage of my helplessness.

So the big question is, who will you be? An experienced dom, or someone new to but intrigued by the fetish scene? A fun-loving kink partner or a natural predator eager to have his way with a vulnerable boy? I'm leaving lots of options up to you, so let me know how you'd put your spin on things.

Interested so far? Then hit me up! But please do send more than just a one-line greeting.

Kinks: heavy bondage, rubber/latex, degradation, cum, slavery, slutty sex, watersports.

Limits: Feminization, daddy characters, scat, poor literacy.

Sev's excitement only grew as the other helped him gear up. A thick suit of black chlorinated latex was tugged firmly onto each of his limbs before it was zipped up in the back, squeezing his body inside. At about a whole 1 millimeter, it was a thick suit, with a dull matte appearance giving more of an industrial look than the reflective black typically associated with latex fetish gear. But ultimately the appearance didn't matter as much as the experience. Sev was going to spend the next 24 hours as a rubber gimp, and he couldn't have been more excited about it, his hard dick making a noticeable bulge in even the thick and tight rubber over his crotch. A matching hood went on next, followed by a collar, and last but not least, a thick black blindfold. All of it was secured with a handful of small padlocks; as agreed, there would be no getting out until his time was up. There were zippers over his ass and mouth, but until they were opened, small holes for his nostrils remained his only link to the outside world...

Once he was geared up, Sev was led... somewhere. Unable to see, he was blissfully unaware of his surroundings. But eventually he was shoved down on a soft surface that could only have been a bed. That was when he heard his partner begin speaking to him, leaning right into his ear and talking loudly so he could be understood even through the thick layer of rubber over Sev's ear.

"Alright rubber boy. You wanted to be a gimp for the day, right?" the other asked. Sev nodded enthusiastically, though the other continued speaking without pausing for a response. "That means you're just a rubber toy for other guys to use to get off..." he continued. Sev could feel his body pressing up against him now, grinding a hard dick against his rubbered form. "So just like you wanted, you're gonna get the real experience of being a gimp. I posted an ad on Craigslist offering your rubber holes to anyone that wants to use'em. So... hope you're ready to get used by strangers all day."

Sev's heart began to pound, even more so than it had been. He hadn't intended to sign up for this but of course, in his current state, he was pretty helpless to stop it, and in a sense, it did, by the other's logic, fall squarely within the scope of what he'd agreed to. Worse yet, his own cock was now throbbing at the prospect of actually being used by strangers. Sev's mental spiral was interrupted by the other speaking once more. "First one will be here soon. Have fun being a toy and I'll see you in 24 hours." The other gave the bulge in Sev's rubber a playful rub before stepping away and leaving the gimp on the bed. Even if he'd tried to get up, he wouldn't be able to get far geared up and blindfolded like that, so Sev remained right where he was left, blushing bright red beneath the rubber as he waited for the first stranger who would see him as nothing more than a nameless gimp to use like a human fleshlight.

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Hey, and thanks for reading. I tried to keep everything pretty open-ended. You can be whoever you want, as long as it's interesting and hot. I also left the environment undefined, so if you want this to take place in some bondage dungeon, a dingy motel room, or whatever else, we can probably make it work. Whether you want to be the first to use a fresh gimp, or get him later after a dozen or so men have unloaded into him, it's all good.

You don't have to reply with a full post, but at least have some ideas and send more than just a greeting. I'm always down to brainstorm and all my other prompts are always open too if you see something you like more.

Kinks: Rubber/latex, degradation, cum, bondage, watersports, generally being used like a slut.

Limits: feminization, daddy characters, scat, poor literacy.

He'd been on his knees for nearly two hours now, all the while a lively party going on around him. Tonight Sev was less of a party-goer and more of a party favor. Clad in latex from head to toe, the black material was polished to such a mirror-like sheen that caught the hues of the various colored lights throughout the room, turning the featureless rubber boy into quite the decoration. Indeed, a decoration was an apt term for him, locked into a suit with no eye holes and a bulbous gag strapped around his head, there was little he could do beyond sit there as a sort of curiosity.

As guests began to show up, that curiosity increasingly became a spectacle. Sev could make out the occasional proximate oohs and aahs above the din of usual music and chatter, not to mention a wide variety of comments that left him blushing beneath his hood. Pats on the head, pinches of his nipples which must have been visible through the latex as several people knew precisely where to grab them, shoes gently nudging or pressing against the outline of his cock in the rubber. A couple of guys had even gone so far as to undo his gag, replacing it just as quickly with their own hard dicks and using his face like a fleshlight, to the clear approval of those gathered around. Sev had no idea whose loads he had swallowed that night, a fact that only aroused him further, leaving him with a tent starting to form, his dick stiff enough to command a bit of breathing room from its otherwise skin-tight rubber confines. This of course made it obvious to all that slutty rubber boy was enjoying himself, which in turn encouraged further free use of him.

Though a few people present, including his roommate Kyle who'd brought him, knew who he was beneath the layer of latex, to most he was just a nameless gimp, fully objectified. For Sev, this was about the only way he'd find himself at such a party. Rather quiet, often anxious, painfully awkward, and a bit of a geek in his daily affairs, he didn't have much of a social life. And in truth, this was the only way he'd enjoy being in a noisy and crowded environment like that anyway. Sev was more of a loner, and none of his acquaintances would have had any reason to suspect he was any sort of freak. His roommate provided perhaps the only intersection of his normal life and his kinky side, since it was hard to hide something like that from someone you lived with.

Sev was frequently able to recognize Kyle's muffled voice nearby, but any other speech he could make out was of mysterious origin since he couldn't see the speaker. That was, until he heard a second familiar voice. Fragments of small talk, a conversation of too little substance to follow from bits and pieces went on for a minute or two, before that distinctive voice inquired "what's your roommate up to tonight?" This question instantly triggered audible snickering, before a hand came to rest on the rubber boy's head. "This is actually Sev right here." Kyle revealed, though for now it would have to be taken on faith, as not so much as an inch of the boy's skin was showing, much less anything that could positively identify him. None the less, Sev was once again blushing brightly beneath the rubber, his identity having been revealed to someone who knew him, and who now knew he was the party's gimp. If he'd arrived before just recently, he probably would have seen the guys who'd blown their loads down his throat, too. Just like that, two different worlds were now colliding, and on his knees in the middle of a party, there was precious little Sev could do about it, and he had no idea what impact it would have.

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Hey all, thanks for checking out my post. The idea here is that you'd be a friend or acquaintance, that familiar voice that just showed up, and thus discover Sev's kinky side. But things are always flexible, if you'd rather play a total stranger, the roommate, or anyone else who wants to use the party gimp. Anything goes, especially if you come with some ideas. Past posts are always open too, or we could do something else entirely, sticking with the same general themes.

Not many limits on my part; no female characters, no daddies. Try to keep it interesting. If you liked what you read, don't be afraid to send a message!

Sev's birthday this year fell just before a three-day weekend. His boyfriend Nico had been lobbying for the better part of a month for him to take the rest of the week off from work. Sev eventually acquiesced, putting in for four days of PTO. Despite an entire nine days of freedom, Nico told him to keep his schedule clear for the entirety of it because he was planning a surprise, but refused to disclose any other details. This drove Sev wild with curiosity; logically it seemed like it would have to be some sort of trip, though he couldn't imagine where they might spend a week or more, and a holiday of such length was sure to be expensive too. His ran wild with speculation and daydreams of a long vacation occupied his thoughts for weeks.

When the Friday before his birthday finally rolled around, Sev spent the entire workday watching the clock, bolting out at the stroke of 5pm to find Nico waiting to pick him up.

"So....?" he asked immediately upon climbing into the other's car. As far as he was concerned, their vacation had begun, so it was about time for him to learn where they were going.

Nico chuckled. "So you'll see. Come on, it will only be a few minutes, so just trust me for a little while longer." he implored.

That didn't stop Sev from prodding for unsuccessfully for answers for the duration of the car ride across town, until eventually the car came to a stop in front of a brownstone building in a rather run-down looking neighborhood. When Sev realized they'd reached their destination he was all the more puzzled. It wasn't an airport, a hotel, a train station, or even a bus stop. There was only a small sign on the building with rather uninformative text reading 'The Blacksite.'

Sev didn't need to speak, his quizzical stare at the other was enough to compel a response. "Alright, alright..." Nico began, grinning wide. "I wanted to do something special for you, and I know all about your fantasies." Sev's cheeks turned red, knowing exactly what the other was referring to. He hadn't exactly opened up fully about said desires, but they'd been together long enough that surely Nico could have picked up on a few things from his porn preferences and other indicators.

Before Sev could respond, Nico's laughter cut him off. "Yeah, now you're starting to get it, but just wait. You're in for such a treat." he said, starting to get out of the car.

"So we're not going on a trip...?" Sev wondered aloud, still in disbelief and still unclear on exactly what was in store for them.

"Well, you'll be going on quite the trip. I booked you quite the session at this dungeon here." the other replied, opening the other door and ushering Sev out of the car.

"Me? We're not going to be together??" Sev questioned, all the more confused now.

Nico nodded as he began walking towards the entrance. "Yeah. With a pro rubber dom and everything."

Sev's face was still bright red, his heart pounding, even his cock starting to stir within his pants. "But..." he stammered, the whole situation so unexpected and unusual that he was struggling to put his reservations into words. Although they were so obvious they hardly needed to be spoken. Nico took Sev's hand, tugging him forward, and leaning in to reassure him. "Don't worry, think of this as only part of the present, and imagine the fun I'm going to have with you once I get you back trained..." he teased.

On the verge of a nosebleed, Sev could muster no objection as he was led inside to a small lobby with a reception desk; it was an understated room, with black walls and a subtle edgy style. A male in his 20s with black hair and a few piercings stood at the desk before a computer as Nico approached. "This is Sev, he's got a special session booked here." The receptionist nodded, tapping a few keys as his gaze flitted to the computer screen. A moment later, his eyes widened, and he looked up at Nico, and then to Sev, seeming to switch on some charm that had been absent just seconds earlier. "Ah, welcome! Yes, I've got the details here." he beamed. Sev could only surmise that the other had spent quite a bit of money if his booking details generated that kind of shift.

"That's a 216 hour intensive gimp training session. No safeword, no limits, no outs. I'll let the trainer know you've arrived and show you to the dungeon." Sev squeezed his boyfriend's hand like a vice as his head whipped to look at them. In dawned on him that was the entirety of the nine days before he had to return to work and his heart began to race. "Nico, you can't be serious..." He was due to get more BDSM experience in one sitting than most people got in their entire lives.

But his boyfriend nodded with a calm smile. "Sev trust me, I put a lot of thought and effort into this surprise and I know you're going to love it. Just relax and let yourself enjoy it, maybe try to be grateful... Besides, I can't get a refund if you want to cancel 5 minutes before the session. You don't want to know how much money you'll have wasted." the other warned, frustration in his tone.

Sev let out a long sigh as guilt gripped him. As absolutely insane as this still seemed, the other's arguments were air-tight. He'd be squandering a lavish gift and Nico would have every right to be furious with him for it. That, he couldn't bear. "Alright, I'm sorry. I'll try. It's just... a lot. But this was really thoughtful and I do appreciate it!" he assured the other, though he couldn't help but ask... "You're not already mad at me, are you?"

Nico shook his head. "Of course not, you know I just want you to have a good time and I know you will. Now you go get ready, and I'll handle the rest here. I'll see you on the other side and then we'll really have some fun..." he said, leaning in to give Sev a brief kiss.

After that, the receptionist led Sev down a staircase to a corridor, stopping before a heavy metal door. Inside, his 9-day gimp training session was set to begin...

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Hey everyone, thanks for reading, and congrats if you made it through that long post! If that means you enjoyed it, you're in luck, because I'd love to do a lot more writing like that. The set-up here is pretty straightforward, and I imagine you in the roll of the professional dom that's been hired to give Sev a crash course in gimphood. Of course, I'm open to other options if you want to play the boyfriend after Sev returns, or anything else as long as it's kinky and gay.

If you feel like replying with a post, I've left the dungeon for you to describe and equip as you wish. Or if you'd rather talk and brainstorm first, that's cool too. My only request is that you play a young-ish dom. They can be geared up in rubber from start to finish if you prefer, I just don't want an old guard leather daddy type. Chats and PMs both welcome, but I do prefer to play on Discord once we're ready to start. Thanks again for making it this far, and talk to you soon!