Toilet Boy part 2

Author: jackbootlad
Title: Toilet Boy part 2
Date: 15 May 2010

Dean sat in the chair in front of the desk and the interviewer sat in front of the computer.


"Part of the job involves wearing a specially designed pair of glasses" he said picking up what looked like a pair of sun glasses. They had mirrored lenses and a black frame. The man came round the desk.


"Can I just see if these fit you?" he asked and Dean nodded. " No problems" he said.


The man fitted the glasses carefully over Dean's ears and settled them on his nose. "Comfortable?" he asked. "Yeah" replied Dean.


Without Dean realising, the man had fitted a lead to a tiny socket on one of legs of the glasses. He carefully and quietly threaded the lead across the floor round to the other side of the deak and inserted it into the hard drive of the computer. He tapped in some commands on the computer and said, "Just relax, Dean, and look straight ahead." With one final tap, the glasses sprang to life. Inside each lens was a small screen flashing strobe lights into Dean's eyes. IN an instant, Dean's pupils had fixed and he found himself staring into the strobe light. Meanwhile, the man was speaking.


"Part of the job you will understand involved you obeying orders. To ensure this, we, the company, will train your brain with this new technology. It has been developed to penetrate deep into your subconscious so that you will to resist orders will slowly erode and almost disappear. I say 'almost' because we still want you to be conscious of what you are doing. That is most important since it adds to the enjoyment of our clients."


He looked across at Dean sat motionless in the cair. He noted with apprecation the boiler suit tucked into the rubber boots and found himself hardening between the legs. He left the room and Dean to allow the glasses to do their work.


After 2 hours he returned with a large bin liner and, sitting down at the computer, he tapped in the commands to stop the strobe. He walked around to Dean and removed the glasses carefully. Dean's eyes were still glazed. He said "After three, you will come out of your daze and do exactly as I tell you. One, two, three!" He clicked his fingers and Dean immediately seem to come to.

"Well done, Dean. You have completed the first part of your transformation. Please now take off your clothes and wait for further instructions."


Dean immediately got up from the chair and pulled off his boots, thick socks and unzipped the boiler suit. He stepped out of it without any sense of embarrassment, finally removing the white Tee. He was entirely naked in the middle of the office. The man came up to him and started to inspect him with his hands, rubbing them over the length of Dean's muscular body with approval. He dropped his hands to Dean's cock and started to work on it. It was very responsive and soon had extended to a horizontal rod. Working quickly, the man encased it in a tight rubber sleeve, leaving just the helmet exposed.


'Now get dressed' the man said pointing to the bin liner. Dean walked over the the bag and pulled out a pair of yellow rubber boots, a black rubber polo shirt with yellow piping and a piar of black rubber shorts with a large yellow codpiece attached. The bag also contained talc.


"Use the talc to help you get the rubber on" ordered the man. Dean poured the talc on his hands and over his body. Then the rubber poloshirt went on. It fitted Dean well, emphasizing his pecsand six pack. He then took the shorts and pulled them over his nice bubble butt. His distended cock poked through the front and the man came over and forced it inside by clipping the codpiece with rivets over it. The bulge was large. Then Dean bent down and picked up the yellow rubber boots and put them on. He then stood legs apart waiting for the next command.

"Lift your head" the man ordered and as Dean did so, he felt a rubber collar being fitted round his neck. On the back, the words 'toilet boy 1' were spelt out in yellow rivets.

The man then attached to rubber wrist cuffs with D rings. Finally, the outfit was completed with a rubber hangman's hood and mask allowng Dean to see and his chin and mouth - so vital to the operation - free.

"Look at yourself in the mirror" the man ordered. Dean clumped over in the heavy boots to the mirror and saw himself standing them. "Do you like your new uniform?" the man asked and Dean found himself saying "yes sir".