SIR: After leaving the gym, the boy awakes from the chloroform kidnapping hearing loud footsteps approach. The footsteps stop, the boy listens carefully, trying to sense if someone is there. He can feel his body is encased in a tight rubber sleepsack, his arms helplessly trapped in the internal sleeves. He also can feel several thick belts around his legs and torso, rendering him totally immobilised. Suddenly he is blinded by light as the blindfold to his hood is removed. He blinks and after a while adjusts to the light…hec can see a figure all in black standing over him…he strains to focus. As the figure comes to focus he sees a tall muscular man standing over him dressed in a full rubber suit, he wishes he could see the mans face, perhaps then he could plead for his freedom…that is if he could remove the gag. The man slowly strokes his rubber covered cock, the rubber clings to the mans body so tightly the boy can see the veins in his cock throbbing.

Through his thick rubber hood, the boy hears the man say ‘so, I see me new fuck toy is eager to begin its training’…

SIR: ‘you’re mine now’
boy: * boy shakes his head, no no no!
Squirming like a worm under a bright light, feeling very
small
SIR: and very helpless
SIR: the man looks at his prisoner and
admires the bulging muscles, shiny in their tight prison
boy: very, very helpless, listening for the rubber
clad man’s voice which he finds strangely intoxicating
SIR: I’m going to teach you how to serve a
man
boy: * the boy wonders what the man’s long
term plans are for the boy since he says the boy is now
Property
SIR: I’m going to break you boy
SIR: turn you into my slave
SIR: you live to serve me now
boy: *teach? Break? As in…. brainwash? As
in reprogram?
SIR: I will turn you from arrogant muscle pup
to obedient rubber slave
SIR: a slave that lives only to please me
SIR: you will spend your life in rubber
SIR: and stored in bondage when I don’t
need you to amuse me
boy: * the Muscleboy’s cock grows very, very
hard as the mysterious man hits the electro box to
pleasurable settings when he gives orders. The boy
feels the man deep inside his head… rubber gloves in
his mind, moving things around to make the boy more
obediant
SIR: the fact that your cock responds so well
shows your true nature boy
boy: *uhhhhh….. nooo…uh…it’s
wrong…uhhhh….it’s not right…uhhhhh…..feels sooooo….
good…..uh,,,,
boy: * Deeper and deeper, the strange man’s
voice has more and more meaning…
SIR: the man slowly slides his rubbered
hand up and down the boys cock
SIR: as he mumbles into his ears
SIR: the boy can hardly make out the words
but he feels himself giving over to the pleasure
boy: *boy stares into space, deep into the bright
light… listening to more of the man’s
reprogramming….his brainwashing of the arrogant
muscleboy
SIR: he strains against his bonds, but the
mans words have him trapped
SIR: he feels himself wanting to stay in the
rubber sleepsack
boy: *drool pools around the gag and drips
down as the man speaks to his captive. Giving the
muscleboy more rules. More expectations. More
commands…
SIR: with each command, the boy feels his
arrogance draining away
SIR: to be replaced with a desire to serve
this man
SIR: he finds himself desiring the mans cock
SIR: wanting it inside him
boy: *the boy has drifted into a very
impressionable state of mind, a hypnotic state…. barely
conscious of his own control… trying to find some sort of
individuality…the boy things to himelf… What’s my
name? I can’t remember my name anymore… more
importantly… what’s HIS name? The name of the
voice….
boy: * who am I? I am…. His.