The Mask

Author: zenixsub
Title: The Mask
Date: 16 April 2009

“And now the final piece!”
Damon couldn’t believe this was happening... how had he finished up in this situation?
The voice continued, as unwavering as it had been for the last however many hours it had been. “Bring me the mask.”
Damon tried once again to squirm, to move, to somehow get away. Shouting hadn’t helped, in fact it just seemed to amuse the man, who had chuckled at his protests and, when asked a question, told Damon that he was not to question his owner ever again. This hadn’t stopped Damon, of course, but when his next question was met with a firm slap across the face, then another, and another... he had learnt that was no use.
Now he saw it. Like everything before it, the mask, as the man had described it, was made of a thick rubber. It was like a thing out of science fiction. With no eyes, and what looked like short tubes for the nose and two for the mouth it had no discernable features other than that at all. No buckles, no zips, no nothing.
Without further hesitation, the man slid the hood over Damon’s head... and everything went black. Struggle as he might, all he could do was move his head from side to side, and the mask seemed loose enough to still be pulled firmly over his head as he did. After a moment, he felt his head being grasped, and suddenly felt the end of a tube being forced into his nose... then the other nostril. Trying to scream, the man suddenly pushed a small rubber gag into his mouth, then immediately pushed both the gag and the nose tubes as far in as they would go.
Still tossing and turning, he tried to take a big breath and suddenly found all the tubes blocked. Panicking he struggled once again, but now he felt the hood tightening... being pulled together at the back. Obviously a softer layer of rubber was being pulled together under the heavier hood. Tighter and tighter it was pulled...the rubber was right up against his forehead, his cheeks, his chin, and even his eyes now. Just as Damon thought the hood would squeeze his head in, the pressure stopped.
The man, now muffled, exclaimed: “Perfect. Now all that is left is to seal him in. Let’s get the heat going!”
Damon was not left long to wonder what this meant, as suddenly an unpleasant hotness could be felt, starting at the base of his back where the original rubber fold of the suit he had been stuck in for that last 2 hours was. The heat was not enough to burn, but enough to make him feel even more uncomfortable, and he now felt the suit getting wet, not just from his sweat but from something else.
Slowly, as the heat moved up his back, the feeling spread. After a few inches, he could feel the heat leaving the start of the suit, and the wetness slowly starting to diminish. The heat just kept moving up his back, however, and soon it had reached his neck, and then stopped as soon as it had started.
Suddenly, his hearing came to life. Damon realised the hood must have a headphone of some sort in it!
“Greetings Rubber Slave” said the voice, “I think it is time we explained what is being done to you,”
If he could have talked, he would have screamed something about being let out, that is as soon as he had recovered from the shock of being referred to as “Rubber Slave”. He merely grunted.
The voice merely laughed. “But first, I think it is time we properly filled that mouth of yours. Suddenly the gag started inflating and getting heavier. “I am now pumping a liquid rubber into your gag. It is kind of like a water balloon, though of course it won’t burst and, once finished, will leave only a tube for you to be fed through – you will have no more mouth.”
Trying desperately to protest, all Damon could manage was a muffled noise, and then even that became impossible as his mouth became completely filled. His gag reflex kicked in, and he desperately tried to throw up to get whatever was in his mouth out. It was at this moment that he felt a tube push into his throat, refusing to be pushed back. Gagging and gagging for what seemed like minutes did nothing, and slowly he adapted to it... though still gagging intermittently this thing was now in his mouth and wasn’t going anywhere.
“Good!” the voice exclaimed, “Now we are going to use our heat pads to complete the sealing process.”
The heat resumed, now moving around his neck.
“You see, the process we are using here is one which melts the outer rubber onto the inner seal of rubber which we folded onto itself in order to make your new skin fit tightly. Once we have melted it, we remove the heat and the layers are now just one layer... tight, seamless, and most importantly, irremovable.”
“Once we have completed the link between the suit and the hood, we will seal the back of your hood, and then the rest of your life will be spent serving as a rubber slave.”
“Let me review your situation. You are now covered from head to toe in a thick grade rubber. Your cock has been permanently shut in chastity, with a tube inside it to dispose of your piss appropriately. Likewise, you arse has been plugged and filled so that you will never use it again. This much you know already. What you don’t know is that this mask is more than ‘just’ a mask.”
Damon, unable to scream, unable to move, and unable to stop what was being done to him had to just sit and listen as his fate was being laid out to him.
“This mask controls you. It has a built in wireless connection, and then controls what you hear, and more importantly the electrode which have now been melted into key areas of your body.”
With that, Damon felt a sharp pain inside his cock. Just as suddenly it died down, and was replaced just a suddenly by a softer pain inside his arse... then an extreme pain on his nipples... and another on his balls. Damon was in agony! Just as suddenly it all stopped.
“All of that is controlled remotely. And so are a few other things.”
Suddenly Damon couldn’t breathe. Then, just as suddenly, his nose tubes opened up, and while he could no longer smell it, the blast of poppers had him swimming in moments. Then, LIGHT! Something in his vision was coming back... but that was impossible!!!
“And you see, your mask even has vision built in. And it will control you. I must leave for a while now. Make sure you watch carefully.”
The vision was swirling, and now a voice was telling him to watch and relax.... Damon tried looking away but the voice kept talking, and he was hit by another blast of poppers... the colours were fascinating... he found himself giving in and watching... listening as the voice told him to relax... listening as the voice told him to obey... listening as the voice told him that he was the mask now, nothing more or less.... the mask owned him, and he must obey it. The mask owned him, and he must obey it, the mask was him, and he must obey, the mask, obey, the mask, the mask, the mask...