Mindfuck #3, Part II - Down the Rabbit Hole

(for Nick - enjoy the fantasy!)

Tom's ebon arms tightened involuntarily around the rubberized torso of his lover.

"What?!!"

Peter ground himself down onto the massive prong filling his chute and pulled himself tighter to his dark lover. "The guys probably forgot to put the keys in the with restraints. We can go down and get them."

"What if someone sees us?"

Davidson loosened his embrace and the two apparently eyeless faces looked at each other; the CEO's sensuous lips quirked into a lopsided grin.

"Well, I doubt that anyone is around at 6:30 in the morning and in any case, the guards in the lobby would NOT want to mess with a pair of sex-crazed rubbermen ... or we can just take my private elevator down to the R&D lab ..."

* * *

The two dark figures entered the elevator and it began its descent into the depths of the building. Tom knelt down on the floor; his enhanced quads and calves popping into obscene definition; arms with massive biceps, triceps and deltoids pulling the smaller rubberman to him. His pink tongue flicked delicately over the thickening black cock of his lover as he slipped the latex-clad tool down his throat.

* * *

The elevator doors opened to a small, nondescript corridor. Davidson used a passcard along with a complicated-looking key to open the door. The pair of rubbermen entered a large, brightly-lit room. Faint music was playing somewhere and the two smelled fresh coffee.

The CEO called out - "Hey! Anyone home?"

In a moment, a half-naked man came into the room. He was about the same size as Davidson, with a rangier, but still very muscular build. An elaborate blackwork tattoo crawled up his arm starting just above the wrist and swirled around one of his broad shoulders. His head was shaved smooth and gleamed in the overhead lights. Low rise jeans framed a tight, muscular waist and a tightly etched six-pack rode below well-defined pecs. He gave the two a 100-watt grin.

"Hey, Mr. Davidson! I see you're having fun with your suits!! This your partner? Wow, he looks like a rubber god come to life!" His British accent and sky-blue eyes were infectiously chipper.

The CEO grinned. "Thanks Trevor - I see you've been making good use of the weight room I built for you guys!" The smaller rubberman stroked the hard chest of the scientist and traced the rifts and valleys of the washboard stomach. He turned to his partner. "Sweetheart, this is Dr. Trevor Brandon - my top researcher. He was the one that developed the suit material."

He lifted a powerful arm and the lock dangled from the restraint on his wrist.

"Ummm ... "

Brandon's face fell. "Oh my Lord - I'm so sorry! I forgot to put the keys in the package! They're right over there on the wall - on the blue keyring!"

The CEO grinned. "No harm, no foul, Trev. I don't think we're quite ready to get out of them anyway ... what are you up to?" A black-clad arm wrapped around the auditor and squeezed the rubbered globes of the muscular ass.

"I was getting ready to kit up for the day. We're working on some exosuits right now." He paused. "Since none of the gang is here yet ... would you mind helping me get suited?"

"It would be our pleasure! By the way, what's with the shaved head?"

The scientist laughed. "We spend so much time rubbered up now, it's just easier to be smoother to start with. 'Friends don't let friends have hair' you know ... why don't you have some coffee or some protein shakes? The shakes are in the fridge. I'll be back in a tick." He sauntered out of the room.

Tom turned to his lover. "Are all of your R&D guys that stunning?"

Peter stroked the wetly smooth chest of his partner. "Now they are. I just needed to loosen their inhibitions a bit. They've all slimmed down and bulked up ... I pay for any inkwork they want, too. I didn't see the head shaving coming, but I like it. I like it a lot. Kind of reminds me of convicts..." He walked over to the refrigerator and took out two bottles. He tossed one to Horton.

* * *

The two sipped their drinks and in a short time, Brandon emerged. The lower half of his body was covered in the same dark material as the two rubbermen - every powerful muscle was highlighted by the material and the upper half of the suit dangled in front; his rubbered cock stood at attention and a heavy set of balls swung below it. The upper portion of his physique gleamed with lube.

"Help me in, gents?" He turned his back to them. He slid one arm, and then the other into the sleeves and the inky blackness crawled up his body. The hood was pulled over his face and adjusted; the zippers were closed, sealed and locked in place. Brandon shivered in pleasure as the other two rubbermen slicked him up. The pheromones in the material soon had all three men hard and aching.

Brandon's mouth grinned as he approached Tom. "I've wanted to do this since I first saw you." He wrapped ebon arms around the rubbergod. "You feel so good ... Mister ..."

"Tom." Horton volunteered. He stroked the smooth rubbered head of the researcher. Their ebon-clad crotches ground together as they embraced. After a few moments, Trevor pulled away.

"I need to finish getting ready ... " He grinned. "... And I'll need a bit more assistance with the exosuit."

My God, he's got such kissable lips. Tom thought to himself. And he felt so good in my arms. I wonder if he'd go for a three-way with me and Peter ...

Trevor sat down on a stool and took a thin, silvery metallic item out of a drawer. It was a rod with a series of bulbs along its length and a ring near it's top. Tom and Peter's mouth dropped open as he squirted lube along its length and began to push it into his cock.

"Ahhhhhh ...." the scientist moaned as bit by bit, the penis plug slid down into his rubbered shaft. Finally, he arranged the ring around the flared head of his tool, leaving only a small bit of smooth metal protruding from his cock. He panted as he rubbed his stuffed manhood. Then he turned to the other two.

"This is one of the combination electrode and sensor packages for the exosuit. It measures a number of vital signs as well as providing a neural interface between the inner and outer suit."

"Where are the others located?" Tom asked.

Trevor gave them a grin. "You'll see. Let me get into the exosuit."

Dr. Brandon moved over to a cabinet and punched a combination into the digital lock. The door opened and he pulled out a heavy dark suit on an equally substantial hanger. The two harnessed rubbermen gasped.

What he removed was a rubber suit resembling a world-class bodybuilder. Every muscle was massively developed, yet in perfect proportion. The suit also had a set of molded cock and balls. The cock was huge - long and thick - and the rubbermen could make out the large, heavy balls within the ebon sack. The face had a strong brow, high cheekbones and sensuous built in lips. It was both expressive and brutal at the same time. Trevor shook out the suit and held it out for Tom and Peter to keep upright and open. He rubbed some material around his lips and gave the two an evil grin.

"Let me step into something more comfortable..."

* * *

The exosuit was much thicker than the material covering Trevor's skin - Tom thought it felt quite similar to his own with it's set of artificial muscles. Once the researcher's lower body was in the suit, he adjusted his stuffed cock into the apparatus in the front. In a moment, the massive cock swelled even larger and stood straight out from his body.

"Electrical interlock is working perfectly ..."

The process was completed as before - the suit was zipped up, the zipper sealed behind the flap and the pulls locked into place. Dr. Brandon adjusted the lips of the second suit and smiled. The suit's mouth moved along in complete sync with his own.

Davidson grinned. "That's great, Trev! When did you perfect that?"

The rubber scientist/bodybuilder grinned back. "Yesterday. This is another one of the sensor/electrode points." He did a front double-biceps pose and then then swung into a power side chest movement - every artificial muscle swelled into extreme definition.

Tom grabbed a new bottle of lube and popped it open - "Seems to me you're not shiny enough ..."

After Tom finished his ministrations, the rubber bodybuilder gleamed like liquid black metal. Trevor then proceeded to fasten the two halves of a heavy chrome c-ring around his massive package. In a moment, the gigantic cock and balls were surrounded by their silvery prison.

The CEO fondled the enormous turgid horsecock. "I hope we'll get a chance to ride that monster, Trev..."

The rubber lips quirked. "I wouldn't have it any other way, sir ..."

* * *

Dr. Brandon completed the final setup of his exosuit. The scientist grunted as he forced a large, black stretcher ring up between the heavily muscled glutes of his ass. The harnessed rubbermen salivated as the researcher bent over to display the dark metal hole and pushed a rubber stopper into the black opening. He explained that when needed, a probe (or other hard tool, he sniggered) would get inserted into the cavity.

The strongly chiseled eyeless face smiled at the two of them. "The last piece is not really necessary, but we've kind of gotten used to wearing restraints ... thanks to your pushing us to develop them for you and your partner, boss!"

Gleaming black fingers took a heavy chrome collar from a drawer. It had a recessed hinge and a single large ring in its center. Trevor opened it up and snapped it closed. The silvery material provided a stark contrast to the wet, black musculature of his corded neck and a perfect complement to the shiny, thick cockring. He rotated his head and sighed in pleasure. "Damn, this feels soooo good."

He rubbed his massive cock and fondled the heavy rubbered balls; Peter and Tom wanted nothing more to explore every inch of that enormous body with fingers and tongues. And latex-covered cocks. At that point, four more of the researchers entered the room. Like Trevor, they were all shaved and muscular. They stopped in their tracks and wide grins split their faces.

"ORGY!!!" they cried.

* * *

Even though I wanted to leave the reader to imagine the "what's next" on the "Boardroom" story, I felt I had to add a little more to what was going on in order to satisfy my own curiosity.

I've also recently been watching a series of vids on Youtube from Dax1 about head shaving. Something about a smooth skull - whether because it's encased in rubber, or completely depilated - gives my crank a major twist.

The stretcher plug is from the incredibly talented perverts at MEO - I have the medium size and it is an amazing sensation to have that plug up your ass and pull out the stopper for some additional fun!

The mindfuck here is a bit more subtle - someone you think you know may have surprisingly hidden depths.

Mindfuck #3: The Boardroom

“My God, that was exhausting!” Peter Davidson sighed. “I didn’t expect to get the third degree from you Tom!”

Tom Horton gave the CEO of Arriflex a rueful smile. “Well, as the external auditor, it was better for me to divert attention away from your R&D division in the long run, wasn’t it?”

The two men at last sat alone in the dark-paneled boardroom; the lights from the metropolis below them twinkled in the darkness. The interior halogens had been dimmed to take full appreciation of the panorama.

Peter grabbed Tom’s tie and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. “What would I do without you, sweetheart? You think of everything!” He brushed soft lips across the squared jaw of the other man.
Tom responded. “Mmmmm, you smell so good … I’ve missed you terribly.” Davidson then straddled the other man so they faced each other; the chair squeaked under the combined weight of the two men.

Tom ran his hands through the soft, dark hair and gently stroked the whorls and lobes of the CEO’s ears; Davidson shivered under the delicate onslaught and settled into the embrace.

Horton tipped Davidson’s head up so their green eyes met. “Let’s see these toys your guys have come up with.” He kissed the full sensuous lips and stroked the muscular back.

Peter smiled and hopped off of the other man’s lap, opening the collar of his crisp white shirt and loosening his tie. “Start getting ready, love … the fun’s about to begin!” He opened one of the closets and pulled out a cardboard box. He placed the package on the table and removed the contents with a flourish.

“Oh, man …” Tom breathed. “... it’s incredible!”

Peter gave him a chuckle full of wicked promise. “I know.”

The CEO had removed two ebon black catsuits which glittered with a faint sheen, as well as several bottles of liquid and plastic bags containing some black strapping and silvery objects.

He shook out one of the suits. “It’s our new silicone-latex composite. We were able to dope the material with chromium. That’s what’s giving it that gleam. The process also increased the tensile strength and puncture resistance over a thousand percent while increasing the stretchability at the same time.”

He lifted up the sock to show the additional treads. “There’s also additional foam padding on the soles of the feet so no shoes are necessary. And additional micro-grips on the fingertips.”

He paused. “I think it needs some field testing, don’t you?” Davidson pulled off his tie and began to strip. In no time, Horton’s partner stood naked before him.

Tom’s mouth dried up at the sight. Peter was about 5’10 and his smooth, tanned skin was pulled tightly over a powerful and muscular physique. A steel cockring circled his engorged cock and balls and he gave his lover a bright white smile. Davidson glided over to the other man and began to disrobe him.

Tom was rigid with lust as his partner slowly removed his clothing. First, he slipped off the tailored Zegna jacket from the 6’8” frame and then unknotted the Canali tie. The belt was loosened and the unzipped pants slithered to the floor. Shirt, underwear and socks followed, until both men were naked save for the rings circling their straining cocks.

Peter opened one of the bottles and began to slather the fluid over the other man’s rangy physique. “This acts as both an adhesive and lubricant. The material actually shrinks about two millimeters after 10 minutes exposure to this stuff for a perfect fit.”

He slapped his lover on the ass and gave him a playful kiss on the tip of his nose. He smiled. “I also added some musculature to your suit to make up for that long and lean body of yours.” He shook out the catsuit and held it out for him. “Let’s get you into this.”

Tom steadied himself as he slid one foot into the material, then the other. The lubricant was amazing – the suit literally crawled up his body with the slightest of effort. Once it was around his waist, he sat down and Peter adjusted the toe socks. In a moment, all ten digits wriggled in their gleaming black covering. Peter motioned for him to stand up again to complete the transformation. Horton’s cock and balls were squeezed into the built-in sheath, and Peter continued to pull the material higher and higher. A thin plug was pushed into his ass to adhere the anal sheath properly and then removed. Soon the strong chest was covered in blackness, as well as the arms; fingers slid into gloves with ease, yet were so tight that the impressions of the nails could be seen through the material.

Shoulders were covered in the gleaming black material until only Horton’s head remained exposed. Davidson kissed the exposed neck. “Lean back, love.”

Horton moved his head backward and the CEO tugged the mask over his face. He then pulled the zipper down to the middle of his neck and then gently adjusted the mouth and nosetubes.

“Perfect!” He then pulled the lower zipper up to meet it’s mate.

A rubberized Horton smiled back at him. Micro-dot pepperpot openings gave the impression of an eyeless stare, yet provided full vision. The added musculature in the suit gave him an Olympian physique with well-defined, steel-hard pecs over an obscenely defined 8-pack with herculean arms and shoulders in perfect proportion. Brutal quads complimented the muscular ass and powerfully defined calves. The auditor moaned as he looked at himself in the floor length mirror and felt the suit tightening around him. He stroked his huge black rubbered tool. Davidson had also added small ribs around the circumference of the sheath which tingled beneath Horton’s ministrations. He could only imagine the sensation when Peter’s similarly sheathed and textured cock would split his ass (and throat) open.

“Oh, God … this feels so good!” He rubbed his slabbed chest and flexed his arms, watching the artificial muscles ripple and pop into obscene definition.

"They pick up your own nerve impulses. You're a lot stronger now too - you could probably break me in half."

Horton gave the other man a feral smile and trailed a black finger down the crevasse between Davidson's pecs. "That has some interesting possibilities..."

“My turn!” Peter laughed.

* * *

The process was duplicated until two ebon figures faced each other, the only flesh visible their full lips and wicked smiles.

Peter squeezed Tom’s rubbered balls. “A few more things, sweetheart.” He picked up a smaller container with a precision spout. “There’s a flap to cover the zipper. I want to seal that down.”

Horton shivered as the nozzle trailed down his back. Davidson manipulated the zipper pulls through a small opening and sealed the seam. Apart from the dark pulls, the suit appeared to be an unbroken expanse of midnight-black rubber. He handed Horton the bottle and the auditor followed the same procedure on the smaller man.

The ebonized CEO grinned. “And for the finishing touches!” He opened the bags and dumped them onto the table.

“Holy shit!” The rubberized giant exclaimed. If anything, his blackened cock grew even more engorged at the sight before him.

Arrayed on the table were an assortment of harnesses, restraints and locks.

“The R&D boys are such perverts. Once they fabricated these suits, they wanted some for their own! They kit themselves up first thing in the morning and stay in them all day! And then they came up with these! Productivity is down a bit with them fucking themselves senseless - but hell, it’s worth having those depraved souls happy!”

Davidson’s black-clad hand picked up a silver lock and a wicked smile crossed his blank, ebon visage. “Lock me in, Tom.”

Peter panted as he felt the lock slide through the pulls at the back of his neck and shivered as he heard the “snick” of it being closed. His rubber overskin was now a permanent part of him.

The auditor trembled with anticipation as the CEO first slipped a full body harness onto his slick ebon covering, followed by restraints around his neck, wrists and ankles. The CEO then secured each into place and then rotated them for the proper placement of the D-rings and locks.

The silvery locks on his restraints jiggled as he then proceeded to equip his lover in the same fashion – he first locked the suit at the neck, followed by slipping a three-point harness which strained over the taller man’s upper body. The CEO then strapped the neck, wrist and ankle restraints firmly onto his lover and like himself, locked them shut. Finally, a hinged steel ring was fastened around Horton's tool and locked in place. The auditor felt it mate perfectly to the other steel prison beneath his overskin. Peter then took a bottle of lubricant and handed another to his partner. They proceeded to rub themselves with the slick fluid until they gleamed like polished metal.

The tableau was complete – two harnessed rubbermen – slaves to their desires – faced each other and embraced. The locks on their equipage jingled as their hungry mouths devoured each other and slick, black hands caressed and fondled their dark bodies.

Horton lifted the smaller CEO onto the table and pushed him firmly onto his back. Rubber-clad legs were hoisted onto powerful black shoulders as the auditor’s thick ebonized tool thrust forcefully into the figure beneath him.

Davidson groaned as he was torn apart. The pheromones mixed into the lubricant were having the desired effect of heightening the experience and setting his nerves on fire. He gripped the powerful rubbered deltoids of the giant above him as Tom pistoned in and out of his hungry hole. He could also tell that the chemicals were also making his partner far more aggressive than ever before.

“Harder, Tom. HARDER!” The harness creaked and the locks shook as the smaller man was pounded unmercifully. His toes curled in ecstasy. Horton gripped the smaller man’s waist and forced himself deeper than ever before; he threw his head back and bellowed as a mind-ripping explosion tore through him and he unloaded a massive amount of his hot seed into the other rubberman. Panting, he fell back into one of the boardroom chairs, his massive cock still dribbling cum from the small tube at the tip. He was still hard as a rock.

Davidson got up on his elbows and grinned. His chest heaved with exertion and the every breath highlighted the erect nips beneath the dark material and the plateaus and crevasses of his 6-pack abs.

He reached out and grabbed the D-ring of Horton’s collar and pulled their lips together in a brutal kiss. Tongues dueled and fought for supremacy; neither won when they finally broke apart to breathe.

The auditor looked down at Davidson’s massive member surrounded by the cockring of the body harness. He looked up to the other’s blank face and hungrily licked his lips. A strong hand forced the willing mouth onto the rubbered prong and it’s partner joined it on the back of the other's smooth, ebon head for a punishing skull-fucking rhythm.

* * *

The orgy proceeded all night – the rubbermen were sore and exhausted when the sky finally began to lighten. As they had started, Horton reclined in one of the chairs, with Davidson straddling him. Tom’s rubbered hands stroked Peter’s powerful ebon back and toyed with the straps and rings of his harness. They continued to kiss. Horton’s massive prong was deep within the CEO’s rubbered chute and he squirmed in pleasure at the continual massage of his prostate.

“Mmmm … I never want this to end … but we should get cleaned up before anyone comes in. Where are the keys, sweetheart?”

Davidson snuggled deeper into the giant rubberman’s embrace.

He grinned. “What keys?”

* * *
You always wonder what goes on in an office building at night, don't you? Particularly conference rooms? Ones that have a massive table? Secret meetings? Assignations that cannot be made in the light of day? Unimaginable orgies of unspoken pleasures?

This is such an erotic tableau - not only for the full rubber enclosure over godlike bodies, but the fact that it is inescapable - and the frisson of danger of being discovered.

I want to thank my buddy Rubberfucker (GearFetish) for allowing me to use some of his pictures in the story. They really were spot on!

Graham

Graham Sullivan has a killer smile.

But when he's on a job, that wicked grin never travels up to his pale green eyes; his countenance and carriage inspires fear and dread. It's all business with him. His booted foot keeps his bound victim down as he screws a silencer onto his H&K P301. The buzzcut, the heavily stubbled face, the broken nose and the grim set of the mouth are the last things a man will see before he meets his Maker.

Graham's childhood was not an easy one; born in Sheffield to an alcoholic father and a distant mother, he found belonging among the hardscrabble youths on the street. His place amongst the skinhead gangs grew as he did - from distraction, to lookout ... to burglar and robber and finally to wheelman and enforcer.

Nothing makes his blood sing more than a difficult caper pulled off, except for learning new techniques in his martial arts repertoire. His expertise includes Wing Chun, kung fu, karate, and kickboxing. This Briton is also a well-accomplished knife-fighter.

Sullivan's nose had been broken during a fight over an automobile. Several weeks later, the man who injured him was found dead with his neck snapped between the first and second cervical vertebrae - a feat not only devilishly difficult to accomplish, but one that required an inhuman amount of dexterity and strength.

The law eventually caught up with this killing machine and offered him two alternatives - prison or military service. It was in the SAS that he met Jason Blackburn and the two formed an intimate liaison while on duty together in the first Gulf War.

Their relationship deepened to a new level when Jason risked his own life by pulling a badly-injured Graham to safety after an ambush. It was Jason who stayed long nights in hospital with him; it was Jason who paid for the long and painful rehabilitation of his lover when the government refused.
When the younger Blackburn went rogue, Sullivan provided the initial entree for the assassin into the criminal world; Graham has remained his steadfast companion and trusted accomplice on many of the jobs that "The Joker" executes.

Graham also possesses a near-mystical connection with vehicles. He has the ability to coax out amazing feats and escapes with anything that has a motor ... an excellent ability for making fast getaways or avoiding the authorities.

* * *

I wanted to show off my latest mask from CFX. Based on the "Mac", I asked for this one to look as much as Jason Statham as possible.

I wanted a true "badass" and I think Mr. Statham epitomizes that description. From the head and facial hair to the broken nose, the guys did an amazing job. As with the other CFX masks I have, this is extremely comfortable to wear and has an incredible fit. I haven't yet figured out HOW Graham will be involved in the stories to come, but I will!
I have been told that I have an encyclopedic memory - the little incident about breaking the neck was from the novel, "The Killing Gift" by Bari Wood - published in 1977! In that work, the protagonist, Jennifer Gilbert, was a psychic (a telekinetic) who murdered a burglar by ripping his first and second vertebrae apart.