Be Careful What Fantasies You Tell Episode 8 - All Mod Cons

Author: rubbery
Title: Be Careful What Fantasies You Tell Episode 8 - All Mod Cons
Date: 12 October 2019

I was regularly plugged with a puppy tail poking out of my bleachers, the two zips threaded with a steel wire either side of the tail making sure it would stay in place. But it was also removed quite regularly to be replaced by a large wet juicy cock filling its place several times a day.

Pearce said I was lacking a bit in the packaging department.

OK boi! Next modification now due. You’d better drink this.

I now knew that I wanted more, I wanted to become that freak.

Yes Sir! That came so naturally now.

Entering into a haze of loved up bliss I just fell asleep.

I woke up in my bed, always now with rubber sheets, duvet and pillows. But still encased in my skin gear. My balls ached a bit. I rubbed them. I looked down and felt them.

You like ‘em, boi?! Nice big balls - feel the weight of the silicone in them. I thought four inches wide would be enough for you.

My balls filled my bleachers, pressing against the - well - denim, as they appeared to those who didn’t know.

I had a fucking enormous packet bulging through them. I unzipped the front and they fell out swinging from my jeans. The weight of them felt good. Then I realised I had what must be a dozen thick rings running up the skin between my balls - a Jacob’s Ladder. My cock started to cream yet again. But trying to wank, they bounced up and down unbearably. Until I came.

It took a while to push them back into my jeans and getting the zip back up.

I brushed my hand over my head which reminded me of my metal mohawk. I started to get hard again and just fell on the rubber sheets and added more cum stains to my shirt.

I opened my eyes and before I could move four rubber men pulled me up and laid me on the floor. Before I knew what was happening I was sealed between two sheets of rubber and a tube put through the top sheet into my mouth. Suddenly the sheets tightened around me and I couldn’t move. A vac bed.

My tail had been removed and I was helpless.

We’ll leave him there for a few hours till he’s nice and sweaty. Dribble some MDMA down his pipe so at least he’ll enjoy it.

I felt hands feeling me all over. That was fantastic. Then a shock to my grossly enlarged balls.

You’ve heard of a violet wand boi?

I was in blissful pain. That wonderful feeling when you scratch and squeeze your ball sack in the shower, and point the power shower head directly onto your prick and balls with really hot water. This was better. It felt OW OUCH it satisf OWWCH tisfied the aching deep inside me to be controlled and having someone - some people - some men - some horny men - who get pleasure from giving me torturous pleasure. Unable to move any part of my body not knowing when or where the OW OW AH OH OUCH next zap will be. Just kept on saying ‘Thank You, Sir! Please Sir!’ as an automatic response which comes so naturally now and which I really mean. OUWWWCH AH OHHH AAAH... THANK YOU SIR! PLEASE MAY i HAVE SOME MORE, SIR?

It could have been minutes, hours or months that it continued. My sense of time just disappeared as I fell into delicious ecstasy. My cock was out of my jeans but under the rubber so I kept adding to the cum stains over my bleachers and Fred Perry and braces.

Then all went quiet. It seemed the team of happily sadistic perverts had left me for a while.

I eventually fell into a deep happy sleep. Disturbingly erotic lucid dreams which I could direct to fulfill my deepest desires. I dreamt my arse was being stretched with some steel device which pulled my arse apart slowly and gently but continuously until I kept thinking it could stretch no more. The MDMA must have helped me relax easily enough to open my hole. It felt like it must have become 6 inches wide - not painful at all, just ecstatic.

Then it was replaced with some sort of hard silicone ring to hold it open. Hang on. This is not a lucid dream any longer. This is happening. Now. I am getting rotated over so I’m suspended face down in midair. Oh. I must have been suspended before for them to get access to my arse easily. Then the rubber sheet I’m trapped in rotates me upright and then turns me upside down.

I thought the guys had left me but they had just become very quiet. I heard someone open a beer bottle , or what at least sounded like it.

You’ve been a good boi! We’re going to give you a couple of beers.

My arse started to fill up with liquid. I think three beers are poured into me while I’m upside down. The alcohol absorbs quickly into my arse and system and feel tipsy, no, drunk, within minutes.

I’m brought upright. The remaining beer drops out of my hollow arse hole.

You gotta hand it to him. He’s coping well. Thanks Rubby for the vac bed - it wasn’t nearly as risky getting each of those rubber spikes on the head bit over all of his steel mohawk spikes. It looks great too.

I feel a hand dip into my arse hole with no pain or stretching. But the fingering inside was taking me back to a state of ecstasy again. Another hand joined it shortly after. Then a third.

I wan’t sure this was real or my dream. Being fistfucked by three hands all feeling me inside and then each pulling in and out all out of sync with each other. By this time the combination of the MDMA and the beer took me to a higher state - it felt like there we’re hundreds of hands plunging in and out me like I was a BDSM version of a lucky dip that had just announced that one of the prizes was a million pounds.

Did I have a winning million pound ticket up my arse. Am I an ff Charlie Bucket or just a bucket charlie?

The hands started to get slower and fewer until I was left unfisted.

Now we’ve got your hole to a good size it’ll fit a lovely big puppy tail. Skintop can you get the 8 inch diameter one so it won’t slip out?

As an impossibly large piece of silicone was slowly but surely being pushed into my arse I was distracted by more shocks to my balls, cock and groin. I felt the thickest part slide through and lock into my arse.

I knew some boi would end up with this up him one day. I wonder whether we’ll ever get it out?

Well, plugpup, another reason fir your name now. The tail screws out so you can shit, but your arse is now permanently stretched to a nice 8 inches. We’ve been kind. You may screw in a flat silicone cap when we let you remove your tail. But you’ll certainly need something in it when you’re out in public to prevent it leaking!

My freak transformation was still progressing. I liked it. I wanted it. I want to give these - these SIRS - everything they want. Be their boi. Be their freak.

I fell asleep sandwiched in the latex upright. I woke up in a bed with denim bed linen out of the rubber jail apparently free to move. Coffee and croissants were on the table next to the bed. I savoured their taste and felt refreshed and, well happy and content.

I showered and shaved my head, face and eyebrows. I came as I polished my head metal.

My puppy tail was still in. I tried to unscrew it but it didn’t budge. Oh well. My permanent skinhead gear dried out quickly and looking in the mirror I took out my cock and massive balls through my flies and wanked off again seeing my irremovable modifications and clothing. Clothing which was clean and perfect except for a build up of cum stains.

Time for work, plugpup!

Work? Where, Sir?

On the Council waste collection team. First day, so I’ll change your tail for a the flat cap. So you won’t be humiliated.

He gave an Owner’s wry smile and grinned showing he was in complete control of me.

Get into these overalls over your kit.

I took a grimy boiler suit which was ingrained with grease, oil and other identifiable marks. It smelt dirty. Rancid. You could hardly see it was hi-vis orange with reflective panels under all the muck.

Pulling it on over my boots I zipped it up and felt strangely turned on and started stiffening up between my bulging balls.

And here’s your cap. Perfectly designed so that your spikes can go through the holes made in the top.

The cap accentuated my newly modded Alfred E. Neuman sticky out ears.

Time to meet the filthy bois who’ll be working with you today.

Three other guys in similarly fifty overalls were brought over to meet me. But I could see under the overalls one was obviously glued into a rubber catsuit, one was naked, apart from tit rings that were so large you could see the outline of them on his overalls - and his whole body was bright blue, with bright blue tattooed eyes with bright blue contact lenses, and one was in full leather including leather shirt with tie. It seemed probable that he was also locked into the leather permanently.

We were piled into the back of an old dirty Transit and taken to the depot to start our day.

Right - blueboi, you’re the driver. rawblue, leatherboi and plugboi you’re the collectors.

This wasn’t the recycling truck. It was the landwaste real rubbish collection. As I collected various bins and hooked them on the truck to empty them bits of rubbish, liquids, rotting meat and other disgusting stuff spilled out on to me as I had to be under the bins as they emptied.

By the end of the day I was stinking of god knows what. My hands were caked in sticky rubbish as were my overalls.

Good job, bois! Back in the van and you can get to The All Mod Cons centre and maybe clean yourselves up.

The All Mod Cons centre. I had forgotten I was actually more or less a prisoner, but this was the first time I had heard the place had a name. All Modification Conversions I guessed it meant.

But was I now a dustman? It happened so quickly it only really sunk in when I got back and took off my filthy clothes and showered.

But I liked wearing those dirty overalls. Everything here being forced on me at All Mod Cons got me hard. I wanted to get out. But I wanted to stay to see what would happen to me next. But I am not held prisoner here. It’s just that I’m either drugged up to make me feel wonderful and being played with or resting and being fed. Why would I choose to leave?

I would find out why I might shortly.