Dr Rubber

Author: spikeu
Title: Dr Rubber
Date: 14 October 2011

Dr. Chett used a variety of recruiting techniques. One of the reasons was, he liked to see how many different types of guys he could turn into perverted rubbermen, who had no previous attraction for rubber at all. It was a kind of challenge at first - then it became a part of Chett's daily routine - looking for subjects, from all walks of life.

Chett sent his foot-soldiers into bars, and put them on line in chat rooms, had them planted in escort agencies, in the army, in the police force - anywhere he could entice a guy off the beaten track, and turn him into a rubber sex-pig before he knew what was happening to him - before the kid could save himself.

That's how they got a hold of the Skinhead. This guy had no interest in rubber - but clearly got off on wearing tight jeans and lace-up boots. He was also a biker - and Chett decided that was the way to break him. Chett always had a recruiting officer in bike-clubs and bike shops and service stations. So Chett ordered a biker he controlled to start working up an acquaintance with the Skinhead, and begin the recruitment process into Chett's stable of fucked-up rubber slaves.

The Skinhead was ambivalent about being gay. But that was the easy part. It was a piece of piss for Chett's biker to soon have the skinhead leaning back on his bike in some dark corner off the beaten track, being given a blow job by another hot young skin like himself. The hard part was seducing him into the rubber scene. Chett's own skinhead soldier got his break when he noticed the Skinhead victim getting hard at the urinals one day, when he had accidentally splashed his jeans while pissing. The biker took his chance and made sure that he soaked a nice dark blue patch on his own jeans. The Skinhead was so obviously fuckin riveted by the sight, it was only a short time before Chett's officer had turned their biker suck-sessions into a mutual piss-party.

Then one day, Chett had his fuck-bait soldier tell the Skinhead that he had heard of a piss-party that night, and did he want to come. Skins only. Did he fuck! So Chett's dungeons were specially adapted that night, and various slaves made to wear piss-bleached tight jeans instead of their usual rubber, and the Skinhead was inveigled into the first of what became regular visits, where he found other young skins tied up tight for him to piss on. In exactly that way, he found Tyler tied up one night - but all in rubber - and pissed over him, and left the cell. (That episode was told in 'Coming Home'.)

The next step was to lace with chems one of the many bottles of Gatorade the skin gulped down each time he visited, to keep his flow up. The Skinhead didn't know anything about it. But Chett, in his observation booth, could easily see that even after they got him only a little fucked up, his young victim was way more horny than usual, and let a good deal of his own piss soak into his own jeans.

Another bottle of laced Gatorade, this time stronger, and the Skinhead didn't bat an eyelid when another skin, with a rubber tank top, joined him and started pissing on the tied up boy, and the Skinhead too. When the rubber skin kneeled down and took the Skinhead's dick in his mouth, well the Skinhead just had to hold his rubber shoulders, didn't he? And that was his first introductory taste of Rubber sex. The kid never even knew it had happened...

That was the first step in a VERY long journey - a journey that would soon see him wearing rubber as a given, every day, and night too, while he pissed himself, fingered his own butt, and allowed the increasingly rubber-clad skins that Chett sent in to corrupt him take him closer and closer to the point of no return. Soon the Skinhead was not only wearing the rubber tank top they had given him, but had gone out secretly and bought some extra gear of his own - rubber shorts, cock and ball sheath - even a black rubber butt-plug that he just couldn't take his eyes off in the sex shop.

Secretly? The guy had no idea the Chett owned the sex shop, and the rubberised staff had carefully brainwashed and programmed the Skin to buy the gear - and especially the plug. Especially the plug, because it was a Dr. Chett special: it was hollowed out, and filled with narcotics that seeped out of tiny invisible holes in the sides, when the plug got hot. And the way the Skinhead used it, it got VERY hot.

The day that Chett had his rubbermen give the Skinhead his first drink of piss was one that Chett was real proud of. They had gotten him pretty horny on the drugged Gatorade, so the rubber-skin's dick slipped easily into the Skinhead's mouth. No-one was quite sure how the guy was going to react, though, when he felt the rubberman's piss flowing into his mouth - but they had gotten him very nicely fucked up, and he found himself taking it all like a pro, and loving every last drop. And the piss he was taking was crystal-piss - so now his brain was REALLY starting to fry, like a true deviant's should.

It was time to tie the Skinhead up.

Far from putting up any resistance, he readily allowed himself to be eased towards a St. Andrew's cross, and lay down on it himself, not for one moment linking what was happing to him, to the porn mag. that they had made sure was there in the sex shop for him to read, with graphic pics of skins in rubber bondage.

The feel of the rubber bonds pulled tight round his ankles and wrists really turned this punk on. So they thought it was now or never - he couldn't do anything about it, could he? - to SLAM him hard with a fat hypo full of the most powerful sex-cocktail that Chett ever made up in his laboratory.

The effect on the Skinhead was soooooooo fucking hot. Several of the skin slaves Chett had sent into the room started to stroke their dicks, in anticipation of the treats that were to come. Two hot studs in all-rubber biker gear couldn't help themselves starting to fuck each other - and this time, Chett let them have free rein. He had already made sure the kid was hooked on Bastille drawings - now he wanted him to experience the real thing.

The chems they slammed him with kicked in instantly - and violently. The Skinhead writhed and bucked in his rubber bonds, and his dick just oozed cum in one endless orgasm. Maybe he didn't even notice when a guy in rubber chaps and boots ripped the Skinhead's piss-soaked jeans open at the ass, and started to give him his first rubber fist-fucking. And with a lubed-up glove that was heavily dusted off with crystal meth, to make sure that the punk's ass really appreciated the experience.

But if he didn't notice it at the start, he sure as fuck noticed it as it the rubber hand disappeared up his hungry hole, and the rubber FF Top in chaps and shoulder-length black rubber gloves pushed his forearm deeper and deeper inside the helpless Skinhead. And the way he moaned and drooled and begged for it to go deeper, they knew that the kid was on the hook from then on for the rest of his life. Each of the muscular guys that come to work him over was wearing more and more rubber, until there was an orgy of rubbermen, totally out of control, fucking and fisting the Skinhead, pissing over him, and each other, and hearing him begging them not to stop.

"Rubber" they chanted.

"Rubber"

"Rubber"

Soon the kid was joining in, in a drugged up mumble. "Rubber... Rub... Fuck... Rubb... Make me a rubberman... fuckn rubbman... please SIR... rubbbbb"

Chett looked at the scene from behind the two-way mirror, with a smile of deep satisfaction spreading over his face. This was just the very beginning of a real nasty agenda he had in mind for the rubber skinhead.

And Chett's agendas always worked out like he planned them.