TERMS OF SERVICE AND CONDUCT POLICY (ALL REGULATIONS ARE IN ADDITION TO TUMBLR RULES)
THIS IS A FETISH BLOG. THIS IS NOT A PORN BLOG. THIS IS NOT ABOUT VANILLA SEX. THIS IS ABOUT KINKY GEAR AND FUN WITH GEAR.
I’m no longer mr sympathetic, I never was. I’m not giving free reign to porn here on Tumblr. Geared up erotica is one thing. Fucking each other and publishing full nudes focusing on your ass and cock isn’t creativity it’s smut. Tumblr isn’t a place for smut, it’s been made very clear by the executive leadership team that tumblr is for creativity and smut isn’t creative, I can go make smut in a matter of seconds with some fuck off the street. It takes planning bravery and skill to execute something as complex as a vacbag bondage scene or a mummification in rubber with electrical tape.
No longer sympathetic means:
1•I’m not chasing after followers (I have my Twitter for that) YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITHOUT QUESTION IF YOUR WHOLE BLOG IS NUDES / VANILLA OR OTHERWISE UNUSABLE CONTENT.
2•I am not pro smut. I am pro erotica pro fetish pro gear. (Take your filmed one night stands with random whores and put them elsewhere. I don’t want the videos and I don’t want the photos of you having sex!)
3•I WILL REPORT OUTRIGHT PORN IN WHICH A PERSONS ARSE OR PENIS IS VISIBLE DIRECTLY AND IS CONSIDERED CENTRAL TO THE IMAGE. DIRECT MESSAGES CONTAINING SUCH IMAGES WILL BE REPORTED ON SIGHT! DO NOT SEND UNSOLICITED IMAGES. ANY UNSOLICITED IMAGE RECEIVED MAY CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU IN LEGAL PROCEDURE!
4• Apparently I have to add knives and firearms as an instant categorical block / unfollow because for some reason people in this world are so severely mentally defective that they worship firearms. Go get a corset or some gear to worship dumbasses. Y’all gonna get killed or jailed one day soon. (This does not apply to scenes in which a device is being used for its intended purpose and is not a part of the sexual scene. i.e a police officers weapon holstered is not a part of the scene but is present and responsibly stowed therefore not an automatic block. In fact you will find a lot of police and military uniform kink on my blog. I respect people who use these devices responsibly. But don’t make them a part of your scene okay? Leave the weaponry out of the picture unless it is stowed!)
5• Adding idiots who call men and ladies it. If you objectify you are not turning me on and likely to attract an unfollow. Also, if you address me on first message as your slave, then you clearly don’t know a damn thing about manners. Introduce yourself POLITELY and do not engage in scenario behaviors until I authorize such a scene. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT!
6• After negative experiences with Skype Etc I WILL NOT BE ALLOWING FOLLOWERS TO HAVE MY PERSONAL CONTACT DATUM. IF YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME YOU GET DISCORD, TWITTER, OR YOU USE TUMBLR! NO EXCEPTIONS!!! ESPECIALLY FOR PEOPLE SOLICITING BUSINESS. I AM NOT INTERESTED IN A MISTRESS OR ANY TYPE OF FINANCIAL TRANSACTION FOR SEXUAL SERVICES NOR AM I INTERESTED IN A RELATIONSHIP.
7• After many negative experiences with following everyone who follows me back I AM NOTIFYING YOU NOW THAT IF YOU POST OFF TOPIC OR VANILA CONTENT YOU WILL NOT GET A FOLLOW BACK!
8• Partisanization of pornography is prohibited on this blog and in any blog that follows it. You acknowledge and consent to random searches of your blog for unauthorized material pursuant to any section of this article.
9• I may source content from people who engage in findom, I strongly recommend against sending any person any funds. Your money is best invested in yourself, don’t buy some random person online expensive gear because they told you to. I HAVE NO RESPECT FOR FINDOM ACTORS, THEIR CONTENT WILL NOT BE FEATURED HERE WITH KNOWLEDGE IF YOU ARE MADE AWARE ONE OF MY POSTS IS FROM A FINDOM ACTOR PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN REMOVE IT AND BLOCK THE PERSON. FINDOMS DO NOT FOLLOW!
I know too many people who have had their lives destroyed by controlling findom assholes and ladies. So I shall not respect you.
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11• Also kind of copyright, stealing memes and reposting memes without even hashtags is called the creation of a junk blog, not even a feeder. If all you post is memes, vanilla garbage and or spam you will be immediately unfollowed, and reported if necessary. THIS BLOG IS NOT A MEME BLOG NOR DO I HAVE INTEREST IN YOUR MEANINGLESS MEMES
11A• NO MATTER HOW NOBLE THE CAUSE IF ITS ABOUT POLICE REFORM OR VOTERS RIGHTS ETC BLAH BLAH ANYTHING. I WILL NOT ENTERTAIN OR FOLLOW BACK BLOGS CONTAINING SUCH MATERIAL. YOU WILL BE CATEGORICALLY BLOCKED IF YOU PULL CONTENT OFF OF TWITTER TO TALK ABOUT ON TUMBLR. YOU WILL ESPECIALLY BE CATEGORICALLY BLOCKED IF YOU ARE REPOSTING DIATRIBES OR CONTROVERSIAL CONTENT!
12• I SHOULDNT HAVE TO MENTION THIS TO YOU IMBECILIC FOOLS. DO NOT FUCKING FOLLOW ME OR ENGAGE WITH ME IF YOU ENGAGE IN RACIST BEHAVIORS. THIS BLOG ALLIANCES WITH PEOPLE OF COLOR. I WILL REPORT YOU AND IF NECESSARY TRIGGER FEDERAL SYSTEMS! THIS BLOG IS OPERATED IN DIRECT ALLIANCE WITH INTELLIGENCE AGENCIES!
13• THIS IS FEDERAL LAW. I SHOULDNT HAVE TO TELL YOU DO NOT POST CHILDREN ON AN ADULT BLOG NOR TALK IN CHILDISH TERMS. YOU WILL BE AT THE LEAST CATEGORICALLY BLOCKED AND LIKELY REPORTED IF NOT REPORTED TO FBI NCMEC. THIS BLOG WORKS CLOSELY WITH LAW ENFORCEMENT!
14 • If you are selling or consuming federally illegal drugs or any drug which you are not prescribed other than Cannabis on your blog this constitutes a federal violation. YOU WILL BE REPORTED AND BLOCKED. AUTHORITIES WILL BE NOTIFIED.
15 • If you make foolish satanist memes and posts of monsters / clickbait / fearbait / religious statements in your blog intended to detract value from adult entertainers. I am a Christian Jewish adult content producer. Please respect that, if you have such foolish memes and images on your blog that show an affinity to demons and Satan worship etc YOU WILL BE CATEGORICALLY BLOCKED AND POSSIBLY REPORTED
16 • If you’re doing alpha worship bullshit and are engaging in verbal abuse play / any abuse play you will be blocked. See rules 9 & 5 🤦♂️ SEXUAL/FETISH FANTASIES ARE PERMITTED, OUTRIGHT BULLYING IS ANOTHER AND WILL NOT BE TOLERATED HERE. IT IS PROHIBITED BY TUMBLR TOS. YOU WILL BE REPORTED! IF YOUR KINK IS BEING ABUSED. THEN KEEP IT IN YOUR BEDROOM OFF OF THE INTERNET. WE DONT HAVE A PLACE FOR HATE ONLINE!
17. It’s in my profile text but apparently I need to put it here in legalese so you people understand. THESE STORIES ARE FICTIONAL FOR ENTERTAINMENT ONLY. TO ATTEMPT ANY OF THESE ACTS MAY BE FATAL! I TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR ACTIONS ARISING FROM THE USE OR MISUSE OF THIS BLOG! (I best recommend using it with phone in one hand penis in the other 😉)
18. Some people may not want their content utilized under fair use for entertainment writing, I respect this, however you must be respectful of me in requesting removal. Please follow form that you would in a copyright request pursuant to 10 on this document (DM me and simply say “I own this image, this is a link to my original post. I don’t want stories on my pictures”) but if you are impolite I reserve the right to remove your images and send a final DM stating your images are removed pursuant to copyright paragraph and contacts are to be permanently ceased.
18a. If you requested an image be removed it may appear on this blog again reposted from a source other than you. I do not control my content sources, I do not have ways to recognize who’s photo is who’s sometimes. If your photo appears again here you may not take legal action without first attempting to directly remedy with me. All best efforts will be made to avoid the images of a person who is blocked / opted out. IF YOU CONTACT ME I WILL DIRECT YOU TO THE PERSON I FOUND THE IMAGE FROM. THE UPLOADER IS THE PERSON THAT YOU MAY TAKE ACTION UPON. YOUR FURTHEST REMEDIATION AGAINST ME IS ME TAKING DOWN MY POST IF YOU DISLIKE THE STORY!
19. Accounts with no profile photo and a title in a foreign language / no content on them will be instablocked&instareported. This is ESPECIALLY true of Russian accounts. Russian accounts that do not speak English or behave in a bot like manner may encounter law enforcement actions.
20. This is flash fiction, This is a difficult creative task and having to come up with names can be difficult. In some themes people may prefer a particular naming or an owner may want their image named a particular way. This is fine however please do not ask me to come up with new names fitting your taste, if you have issue with my names please provide names you think are usable for the story or elect for its removal. Simply telling me to change the names will result in random names being put in and may result in further confusion.
21. I cannot and will not entertain unsafe sex practitioners. SAFE SEX ONLY. WEAR A CONDOM. Pozpigs will be blocked on sight, breeders will be blocked, HIV spreaders will be proactively reported to HHS and local health authorities / law enforcement if necessary. DO NOT USE YOUR FETISH TO BE A PUBLIC HEALTH RISK. ANYONE CAUGHT DOING SO WILL BE PROSECUTED.
22. This website uses Google Analytics, you are anonymously being monitored. This monitoring is the same as Tumblrs internal tracking system. I cannot trace who is viewing when without being told a person is from a specific city and that they’re on a specified page. Otherwise you remain anonymous. Your anonymity boils down to you keeping your behavior concealed from me. I primarily will use this tool to monitor trends in readership and find out what keywords people are finding my stories with and which stories are getting the most read through. This software will help everyone enjoy the blog more. That said I feel it is necessary to state that Analytics are being performed by Tumblr (outside of my control) and Google (my system run by them)
23. Some of you might enjoy hypnosis and flashing images. I don’t, as a person with epilepsy I reserve the right to block you on sight for this type of content. I don’t enjoy hypnosis stuff and I especially don’t enjoy people putting flashing images on their blog. This isn’t 1990s internet world where you can do that crap and get away with it. People have seizures, I have a history of seizure disorder. You will be blocked on sight for hypnosis GIFs that are epileptogenic. Textual content producers will be excepted UNLESS their blog contains epileptogenic content. I reserve the right to report blogs egregiously violating to Tumblr for account level remediation.
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While I stand with you that porn shouldn’t be banned it does need to be filtered! Sensitive content vs mild erotic clothed content are two tiers of adult content. And not everyone wants to see nude ladies and men’s private bits. I find them gross. I’m far more interested in seeing a lady in a heavy rubber apron straitjacketing a dude so tight he can barely take a breath while wearing a breathplay hood.
It’s your fault followers, thanks and no thanks. If you like my content but you don’t actually click the like button and don’t reblog and I see you posting nothing but dick pictures I will simply block and report you. Understood?
I know I’m gonna get a lot of heat for this but my blog, my rules, and kind of Tumblrs rules if you think about it. Nudity is prohibited but they never said anything about leather latex pvc and gear.
So GEAR UP OR GET BANNED!
Updated: 05/13/2022 (item 23 added, epilepsy and no hypno content. This is a block on sight situation. If your blog has textual hypnosis stuff you will likely be permitted. If your blog contains GIFs particularly flashing items you will be blocked and potentially reported!) *Reminder THE STORIES ARE FICTION!*
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Master Dave invited Erika over for a play date, she had found him on FetPlay, she had been seeking to have fun with a man of rubber talent for years. Erika read his profile “48 year old rubber dominant male, ready to play with men or ladies, I’ll push you to your limit and bring you back slowly, one time after another until we have had our fun!”
Erika was intrigued by his profile and had a brief chat with him, she got his address and showed up to his condo. It was in one of the tallest buildings in the city, she rode the elevator up to the 50th floor, as she stepped off of the elevator she began to drip sweat. Wearing her rubber full body suit with attached gloves as he requested she slowly walked to his room down a sprawling spiderweb of corridors. She turned around after seeing his door “Room 50324″ and looked down the spider web like hallways knowing she had no way back to the elevator now. After almost a half hour of walking the halls to find his room she had been exhausted from sweating in her rubber suit. Dave opened the door quickly when she knocked and yanked her in by her hand slamming the door closed quickly, he said into her ear “I’m glad you showed up, today is going to be a lot of fun.” He lead her into his bedroom pulling her by her hand. Erika followed him almost excitedly yet hesitantly. When he opened the door to an empty bed she relaxed and climbed atop the bed saying to Dave “I’m ready for the rubbery fun.”
Dave grabbed a roll of electrical tape out of his dresser and quickly wrapped Erikas hands in it, forcing them into tight balls. She looked at her hands inquisitively and said “Hmm this feels pretty good!” Dave said to her grinning “It gets better” He walked over to his closet and pulled a black shiny hood out, it matched up with her catsuit. Erika looked at the hood almost scared “I don’t see any breathing hole!” She went to get up from the bed but Master Dave clicked the door shut and locked it throwing the key into his shirt and said “You stay right there, or I can tape up your legs too!”
Erika was scared still at this point, she didn’t move off of the bed, she began grabbing at her hands trying to pull the tape off. Master Dave quickly slipped the hood over her head, it was slippery and cool coming over her head. Instantly she was sealed in the dark smooth grip of the latex. Erika mumbled within the hood “I’mmf barely air”
Dave laughed at Erika and said “You can get enough air to stay conscious. I’m going to stay right here sitting on the bedside ottoman until you get that tape off your hands!”
Erika squealed and moaned with her hands taped tightly. Her head encased in a slimy rubber hood with only one small breathing hole. Each breath she took pulled the sweaty air up from within her suit before the rubber sucked tight to her face and filled her mouth.
Dave grinned and sat silently as Erika pulled at her hands for hours. It was afternoon when she arrived and when the sun set she was still helplessly picking at her hand.
Dave said to Erika “Aww, a little electrical tape too much? Guess you’ll be staying the night like we agreed on. I’ll let you out of that hood in the morning.”
Erika screamed desperately, she stood up off the bed only to feel Dave grab her by the shoulders and push her down onto the bed before putting his foot on her chest and pressing into her chest harshly saying “You will not move a muscle aside from your arms.”
Erika grabbed at her hand desperately with her useless wrapped up hand moaning and squealing late into the night.
Erika thought she could stand up and walk around late in the night, Dave didn’t sleep, he quickly stood up from the ottoman and threw her down onto the bed saying “Not going anywhere until morning, that is unless you figure out how to peel that tape off!”
Erika moaned desperately, the hood now soaking in sweat, each breath now a bubbly slimy sound coming from within the hood as she heaved in breaths and gulps of her own sweat.
Dave pulled out the electrical tape, wrapped Erika in the thick puffy blanket up to her neck and then wrapped the electrical tape tightly around her, mummifying her in the puffy hot cocoon of rubber and thick puffy down.
Erika cried out desperately, Dave plugged the air hole with his finger and said “You best just go to sleep and quit struggling, the struggles are now useless!”
Erika squirmed wrapped in the puffy cocoon until she grew exhausted, she slept and awoke repeatedly, every time crying bubbly cries for air as the slimy sweaty hood filled her mouth with sweat and rubber on each breath.
Dave ignored her cries for air, he just watched all night as she struggled until morning. When the sun rose he cut the tape off of the blanket and unwrapped Erika and said “Well, best get back to work peeling that tape off.”
Erika squirmed and struggled for hours slowly peeling the tape off of one hand by mid day, she was exhausted and fell asleep again breathing the bubbly breaths of sweat and rubber. She awoke late that evening and pulled the tape off of her other hand slowly before pulling the hood off.
Dave looked at Erika’s face dripping in sweat. He grinned and said “So did you have fun struggling all night and day to get out of that bondage? ever so simple, yet nearly impossible to get off!”
Erika looked at Dave embarrassed and said “I... My suit is soaking wet.”
Dave grinned and told her to undress. Erika said to him “But what will I wear home?”
Dave then laughed at her and told her “Well then looks like you get to find your way out of this building in your dripping wet suit, silly woman, not bringing a change of clothes!”
Erika walked toward the door, her suit dripping from it’s zippers. Dave unlocked the door and she ran into the bathroom unzipping her suit drying it out as much as possible. She then walked out of Dave’s apartment with her phone in hand after grabbing it off of Dave’s hallway table. On it was a text message from Dave “I’ll see you again next week to see if you can escape the tape faster. Each week I’ll tape you up and you’ll suffer in my sweaty smelly rubber hood until you can get it off in less than an hour.”
Erika grinned at her phone, the camera made an audible click, it automatically sent a photograph to Dave. Dave messaged her again as she was walking the halls “I see you read my message, I’ll take from that aroused grin that you’ll be back”
Erika ran through the hallways out to her car, she got in and sat looking at her phone, staring at it hesitantly. She knew that the last two days in sweaty rubbery bondage was beyond arousing but she couldn’t admit it to him. She drove home and undressed from her rubber suit, she looked around her house looking for a hood like Dave’s. Dave sent another message “You realize you forgot to end our session right?”
Erika looked at her phone, she then looked at the FetPlay app and saw that all this time Dave had heard and seen everything going on through the FetPlay security module. Erika tapped end session and turned red with embarrassment. All this time she thought she had hid her arousal from Dave she had only been showing it more and more, especially as she desperately searched for a rubber hood in her house.
She texted back “I’ll be back, I want it tighter, more intense, mummify me and make me escape the tight puffy cocoon. Don’t let me out without me escaping”
Dave texted back and said “Alright, but I can guarantee you, you probably won’t escape, ever... If I have to feed you through that hole in the hood for the rest of your life I will. I have special drug cocktails that will make you never have to use a toilet again, you can lay squirming and sucking sweaty rubber for the rest of your life.”
Erika only grew more aroused anticipating the potential permanent entrapment. She knew that she could probably slowly unravel the tape while mummified in the blanket, it would be hard and laborious, potentially taking days, maybe even weeks, but she went to sleep knowing that his implication of permanent bondage was a joke at best to her, a pro at escaping tight bondage.
Erika returned the next week, she walked in with her rubber suit on, Dave was far more brutal. He grabbed her by the neck and wrapped her in a headlock choking her as he dragged her into the bedroom, he pulled the hood over her head laughing as she screamed “Holy, this rubber is sticky and smelly!” he then wrapped her arms in the electrical tape up to her shoulders threw her down onto the large blanket and wrapped her in the puffy folds before taping it closed around her. He pushed a thick ring gag into her mouth silencing her speech reducing her to desperate moans and said “See how I said I guarantee you wont escape... ever?”
Erika let out a desperate cry as she realized her ultimate fantasy had come to fruition. She had no way out of her puffy confines, no way out of the sticky rubbery sweaty hood and suit. She struggled weakly before going still, her only signs of life her breathing and occasional squirms. Dave grinned and said “Another woman becomes my rubbery cocooned object.” He pulled her off of the bed wrapped in the blanket, she struggled and moaned as he pulled her into a small closet, amongst her was a few other ladies trapped in the same rubbery predicament. Dave said to her “You can stay with the other rubber obsessed ladies in here, if you ever peel that tape off you can get out and come back another time to try your escape again.” Another lady in the closet had managed to rub the ring gag loose from her hood, she spoke in a weak voice “You’ll be here for weeks. I knew a woman who got out after slowly sweating the tape off of her entire body and soaking the blanket after a month. That’s the only way ladies leave Dave’s. Dripping in sweat!”
Erika moaned quietly, hiding her arousal, or trying to... Nikki laughed in her rubber hood and said “I’d be careful how aroused you get, each time you return the bondage only gets tighter and more intense.” Dave slammed the door shut and said “Shut up Nikki, or I’ll take that clear hood off of you and replace it with Erika’s black hood. You’re on easy street Nikki, Erika is far more a rubber freak than you. I don’t need you giving her tips on how to escape my bondage!”
Nikki went silent, Erika was left to squirm and sweat. Twice a day Dave opened the closet feeding his cocooned ladies. Erika a month later sweat through the blanket and the tape releasing the adhesive. She stood up and struggled pulling the hood off. She pulled the hood off of Nikki and said “You want to leave?” Nikki said to Erika “Put the hood back on me and get out!” Erika pulled the slimy sticky clear hood back over Nikki’s head. Dave opened the door and said “Erika, I’ll show you what messing with another ladies escape does for you!” He pulled out a special hood and pulled it over Nikki and Erika’s head, they both were now trapped together breathing each others sweaty air through one small hole. He wrapped Erika and Nikki together in zipties pulling them tight and said “Now you both will never escape my bonds! Enjoy an eternity in sticky smelly rubber! Forever you two will only feel the sticky rubber, smell it, hear it, and the only time you will see light through that tiny hole is when I feed you two your sticky syrups.”
Erika was aroused, Nikki was aroused, they both wiggled and moaned trying to hide their arousal under attempts to escape but Dave knew well they were aroused. He added a tight ziptie around their necks pulling their heads tightly together and said “Forever my rubbery pair you two will be!” He opened a small trap door in the floor and let them sink down into the puffy rubber below. The rubber inflated around them as he shut the door over their heads sealing them away. He said “Now, forever in a sticky inflatable cocoon of latex. There is no way out for a pair of rubber freaks like you!”
James squeezed Dave’s head into his sweaty work shorts saying to him “Staring at my bulge, sniff it, smell my work stink mixed with the muddy dirt of my months unwashed work shorts. You’re gonna black out smothering in my sweat and when you wake up your smelly pants will be chained around your neck with a combination lock. If you wanna breathe fresh air you’ll guess the combination, otherwise you’ll stay back here in the warehouse breathing through your dirty pants in the sauna like heat!” Dave tried to scream but his screams were muffled and silenced as James squeezed his head in harder and harder. He wrapped his arms around James’s legs trying to pull away but went limp as his lungs burned for air after James had held him down mercilessly tight for ten struggling minutes. He reawoke with his legs tied tightly together with chains, James stood in front of him holding Dave’s dirty work pants in front of him. Dave screamed “Dont do it! I haven’t washed those since I bought them last year!” as James forced the slimy, crusty dirty pants over his head. James wrapped a leather collar around Dave’s neck and put the lock on and walked away laughing as he then slammed the door to the storage room shut locking it yelling “It’ll be a few hours at least, you got 999 combinations to try to get your head out of your dirty pants.” Dave yelled “I should have your head in my year old dirty pants!” James walked back in unlocking the door, he wrapped chains around Dave’s head forcing the pants into his mouth tightly gagging him. He padlocked the chains and then added a lock to his leg chains throwing the key across the room. He slowly walked out and said as he shut the door “Now you’re gonna have to crawl around gagged with your sweat and filth as you find the key before you can even try the combination lock. And if you just unlock your legs and come walking out then me and the other guys will wrap you in the giant waterproof tarp and chain it closed around you and then walk on top of you for the day, you’ll suffer in a stinky sweaty cocoon painfully crushed under us in the main warehouse!” Dave knew he was screwed, it would take him hours possibly all day to get out of the binds. That evening he finally after several hours into the day finding the key and undoing the chain gag he got the combination lock open. He slowly opened the door and realized it was totally dark, nobody was at the warehouse. He walked to his car and saw that it was three in the morning. He had been locked away breathing his nasty work pants for almost 18 hours, gagged with them for easily four hours. He sobbed on his steering wheel and then groggily drove home knowing that if he showed up again staring at any of the other guys he would get the ultimate torture, 24 hours locked wrapped in the PVC tarp being crushed under the dozens of warehouse workers feet as they laugh at him.
You leave me little recourse Google. At this point I’m calling on the global investment community to sell off Google stock.
Maybe you will start talking when your stock starts crashing.
Instead of realizing your defective policy, you banned my entire account and also caused my YouTube TV subscription to stop working in addition to my 150 subscriptions getting erased.
Thanks, I thought you ghouls were supposed to be trustworthy with data.
Instead you don’t even offer a offloading ramp to allow me to take my data elsewhere, you just destroy everything.
Google is death.
Google is worthless.
Don’t rely on their cloud services, don’t use their computing engines, choose Amazon EC2 instances instead or go with DigitalOcean droplets.
Google is a fundamentally overvalued stock that shouldn’t be trading over $500. It’s where it is not because of actual value, Googles only real currency is other peoples data. Their products are junk, their phones are racist (there’s a lawsuit against their AI) they’re continuously attacking the LGBTQ community while claiming to be for it and they have been racially unjust against employees.
Seems like as soon as Don’t be evil disappeared from the employee handbook that all care for customers was lost.
I will make every effort to manipulate your stock Google.
I found hard core porn with ladies faces covered in mens bodily fluids on your platform with minimal effort.
It’s time to stand up for adult creators across the world. We deserve an open internet, not a sexophobic LGBTQIAphobic internet where we are forced to put our content on darkweb.
In a way this is similar to the horrors that have been going on with women’s rights, remember how I said as they erode women’s they will attack at others? This is the kind of shit I’m talking about. Censorship is another way of banning people from showing who they really are.
I found hard core porn with ladies faces covered in mens bodily fluids on your platform with minimal effort.
It's time to stand up for adult creators across the world. We deserve an open internet, not a sexophobic LGBTQIAphobic internet where we are forced to put our content on darkweb.
In a way this is similar to the horrors that have been going on with women’s rights, remember how I said as they erode women’s they will attack at others? This is the kind of shit I’m talking about. Censorship is another way of banning people from showing who they really are.
Jake was invited by Eric to his house, Jake found Eric on a fetish dating & hookups site. He had briefly told him that he wanted to be vacuum sealed in football pads. Eric told him to come over as soon as he could. Jake came that evening to Eric’s house. Eric took him into his bedroom and closed the door locking it behind himself putting the key in his pants. Jakes eyes darted around the room nervously. Jake could already smell the musky salty sweaty smell of Erics football gear. Eric opened his closet and the smell became intoxicating to Jake, making him feel dizzy. Jake walked toward the door and grabbed the knob turning it. He said calmly but firmly “I’m not doing this, it’s way too stinky.” Eric grabbed Jake from behind and forced a yellow pill into his mouth and said “I insist, you’re going to be vacuum sealed in my full football pads.” Jake within seconds began to feel dizzy and then became weak. Eric pulled his football uniform out of the closet and threw it on the floor in front of Jake saying to him “Put it on before that pill knocks you on your ass, quite literally!” Jake became nervous wondering what was in the odd little pill he had forced into his mouth and pulled on the padded vest first, the pads were still warm and sticky wet with sweat. As soon as he got it over his head Eric quickly pulled the straps tight squeezing the breath out of Jake before padlocking the straps closed. Jake grabbed at the pads trying to pull them up over his head to get them off, he yelled loudly “Dude, I can barely breathe and all I can breathe is the rubbery sweaty stench of the pads!” Eric grinned and kicked Jake in the chest knocking him to the floor and stood on top of him pressing the slimy pads tight to his skin, he forced his legs as he struggled into his padded shorts. Jake grimaced as he felt the wet and warm sticky shorts grip his skin and squeeze against his crotch. They were several sizes too small as was the vest. Eric grinned knowing that his football uniform was harshly squeezing Jake already, almost painfully tight. Jake was clearly uncomfortable yet his bulge throbbed in the shorts. Eric pulled out of his closet as Jake laid on the ground struggling to breathe with the chest vest now locked on him keeping him from breathing deeply a large rubber sack. He tossed it on the ground and said to Jake “Climb into the sack or I’ll crush the air out of you and make you black out.” Jake laughed wheezing from the pressure of the vest. He stood up uncomfortably and clumsily as the tight shorts made moving difficult. He walked toward the door only to feel Eric grab him from behind by the long straps hanging off of the vest yanking him backwards into a crushing bearhug. Eric threw Jake face first onto the rubber sack, he stepped on his back pressing his body against the rubber, harder and harder his foot pressed into him, Jake moaned and then screamed “Fuck, it hurts, get off me!” Eric yelled “Then roll into the sack, or I’ll crush you unconscious!” Jake refused, the smell coming from inside the rubber sack was just as foul as the padded shorts & vest he was trapped in. He knew that if he went inside he would suffocate. Eric put his other foot upon Jakes backside, crushing him into the rubber, flattening the padded vest against his body. The thick pads squelching with thick liquid coming out of them. Jake began to weaken quickly and then went limp struggling kicking his legs and shaking his arms. Eric quickly forced Jake into the sack, he clicked a switch on the wall and the zipper closed on its own leaving only several inches open, entrapping Jake. Jake reawoke and shrieked in horror as the rubber clung to his face with each breath, the hot nasty air filling the sack all he could breathe. Eric slowly forced PVC pipes into the sack making it into a rigid framed rubber vacbed. Jake looked out of the small gap in the zipper in excitement and disbelief as well as horror. Eric grinned as he pushed a thin rubber tube into Jakes mouth, he then grabbed a small tube off of his nightstand and squeezed a thick paste onto Jakes face, the rubber tube fused to his skin, it was superglue that he had put on his mouth. Jake gagged and tried to speak, Eric was able to make out his muffled speech as “Let me go, I didn’t ask to get sealed forever!” Eric grinned and held up his phone, he read the text messages back and forth between them. Jake cried as Eric read the message he sent “I’ve often fantasized about being sealed in smelly rubber forever but I know its impossible.” Jake said whimpering with the tube fused to his skin “I was joking, I was just fantasizing!” Eric grinned and said “Well you’ll have plenty of time to fantasize forever sealed in my rubber vacbed. If you want to earn your way out of it, I’ll make you a deal, if you can orgasm enough to make me smell your juices on top of all the football player stink in this room I’ll let you out. But, you only have a week, because after a week I’ll have to store away the vacbed to keep it from being seen by my inlaws when they come to visit. And since you’ll be trapped within it, I’ll have to store it buried under my other dirty football gear. I’ll likely forget you down there in the bottom of my closet, but you wont suffocate or starve, nor will you need the toilet, that yellow pill does a lot.” Eric zipped the vacbed shut completely leaving only the small rubber hose poking out of the zipper. He plugged it into a small machine and said “I hope you’re ready to spend the rest of your life trying to orgasm to my foul stench mixing with your sweat. As your sweat soaks my pads even more the smells will only get nastier!” Jake cried as he felt the rubber cling tighter to him, the zipper closed. Eric laughed putting his foot upon Jakes chest “I haven’t even turned on the vacuum yet.” He pressed into Jakes body with his foot as he reached over to the standing vacuum machine at the side of the room and grabbed the hose, he giggled as he felt Jakes chest compress under the vest knowing that he was squeezing the air out of him. He connected the vacuum to the vacbeds valve and turned it on. In seconds the thick rubber squeezed Jake harshly, he moaned and cried softly whimpering as the rubber sealed shut around him and then began to flatten the pads against him. Jake heaved breaths of the nasty foul air in and out of his nose crying out “air, air, AIR!!” Eric waited until Jake’s struggles began to become desperate, he was shrieking for air and wiggling feebly on the edge of blacking out. He said loudly “Two minutes, forty seconds. That’ll do!” He walked away and slammed the door shut and locked it. He yelled “Best get used to suffocating, you’re only gonna get forty seconds of air through that tube before it clamps shut and you’re left to rebreathe the foul filth that is building up in that sack around you. All you will breathe for the rest of your existence is my nasty pads, that is unless you can orgasm enough. Jakes erection quickly wore off, he began to realize his sheer fate. Sealed within the stinky rubber sack, sealed with Erics probably decade old football pads upon his chest and his legs & crotch squeezed flat by the hard yet soft pads of the shorts. Even if he could muster an erection it wouldn’t be possible to orgasm with how tight the rubber flattened him with the high powered vacuum. Jake knew he was forever stuck. Eric returned a week later, Jake was completely lost within the rubber prison that Eric had locked him within. Eric stomped on Jakes chest and said “I can’t smell your cum, all I smell is my sweat and your sweat. It fuckin stinks, gonna have to take you outside!” He dragged the vacbed tightly sealed out through the hallway. Eric pulled him into the shed and stood him up behind a few old dusty sheets of plywood. Jake wiggled and cried “Please, let me out!” Eric said to him “Naw, you had your chance. Nobody will ever look behind these plywood boards holding all my tools. Only I will ever know of your existence. A man reduced to nothing more than a rubber encased prisoner of my foul football sweat!” Jake struggled stronger as Eric lifted the plywood boards up one after another flattening Jake against the wall of the shed. He then grabbed his drill and screwed the boards to the side of the shed laughing heartily “Now for sure you’ll never escape, nor will anyone see you. Totally boxed in, totally sealed away, all you will breathe is my nasty pads as they get even smellier around you, enjoy your eternity in my stench!” He walked out and slammed the door closed, padlocking it shut noisily. He yelled from outside “I hope you’re used to hot and sweaty things, from your fetish profile it seems like you would be with that heavy rubber bondage fetish, so you’ll have no problem with the hundred degree days in here. All you’ll have to breathe is the sweaty nasty air within that sack and when the valve opens for forty seconds the sticky hot air filled with the smell of wood from the box I’ve enclosed you in, forever.” Jake made a whimpering sound and Eric replied walking away “You asked for this in your texts, you quiet down now.” Jake’s whimpers grew louder but Eric easily silenced him opening an app on his phone “VacBed Control Remote 1.0″ He clicked a button and the vacbed squeezed Jake tighter, he didn’t understand how it was possible without the vacuum but he couldn’t muster enough air to make a sound, All he could do was desperately heave tiny breaths of the nasty humid sticky air within the sack crying softly until the air hose opened and gave him a rush of air. The moment he had enough air to make a sound it clamped shut and with every sound he made air escaped from a one way valve with a noisy squeaking hiss. Jake knew that he was eternally trapped now, there was truly no way of making a sound loud enough anyone would notice.
Dave the flight attendant stood in front of Ryan, he said to Ryan “Well, you going to grab your bag or what? You think I get paid to have guys stare at my arms?” Ryan picked up his carry on and dropped a business card out of his pant pocket innocuously, trying to attract him. Dave picked up the card and quickly scribbled on it “Meet me in the first class lounge” Ryan looked at the card in excitement as though he got the mans phone number. He rushed off of the aircraft and into the airport, he found the first class lounge. Dave was stood outside the lounge in the smoking hallway. He held a cigarette in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. Ryan stood next to dave and leaned on the wall nonchalantly so as to blend in with the other first class passengers and staff. Dave dropped on the floor a key, engraved on it was “Hall 2C Storage” He glanced at the key and winked at Ryan signaling him to pick it up. He walked away. Ryan picked up the key and read the engraving. He was stood in Terminal 2. He quickly tossed it into his pocket and walked away following Dave. Dave walked much faster than Ryan and muddled in with the crowd of the terminal hallway scurrying to and from their flights. Ryan muttered “Shit, where am I going to find this 2C Storage.” He looked up at the signs overhead and saw many gate numbers, of which one was Gate 2C. He walked to the gate and saw an empty gate. The desk had signs on it “This gate is temporarily closed for renovation.” He glanced behind the desk and saw a folder with paperwork and a staff map. He grabbed the folder and looked inside quickly taking a picture of the map. A security guard walked up to him not more than a few seconds after the flash of his camera went off. The guard said to him “Mind telling me why you, a passenger, have your camera pointed at the construction folder?” Ryan began to sweat profusely. He stammered “Uh, I. I. Got this key here. I was told to meet someone in Storage 2C.” He pulled out the business card and showed it to the guard. The guard looked at the writing and said calmly “Hmm, I don’t remember anyone by the name of Ryan being on the team, but you got a real key and that’s Dave’s writing. Why would he a flight attendant want to meet you in the storage hall?” Ryan said to the guard “Uhm, I’m an engineer, he’s supposed to have me talk to some of the construction guys about a job here.” Jason looked at Ryan with his head lopsided to one side, almost as if he were lying. He said to Ryan “I should be escorting you out of the terminal to baggage claim and be ordering you to delete that photograph but instead I’ll take you to meet Dave. The only reason is because you have a real key in your hands. I really can’t interfere with someone who was handed a real key and has instructions. Yet at the same time I have to be a bit suspicious.” Ryan walked following Jason. He reached out and touched Jasons thick Kevlar vest. Jason turned around and saw a bulge in Ryans pants. He said to Ryan “Oh man, now it all makes sense. Dave’s been running a back room wrestling club in that storage hall for a few months exclusive to the guys.” Ryan apologized for touching Jasons vest. Jason chuckled and pulled out a small pride flag sticker from inside his vest. He quickly relaxed his posture around Ryan and said “Listen man, I’ve wrestled with Dave, he’s a lot of fun to have a good old match of arms with. He can wrap a guy up in a grapevine and headlock them to sleep without much effort, I can tell you’re turned on by my vest.” They soon arrived at the storage closet. Dave was stood outside of the closet and said to Jason and Ryan “What are YOU doing here? Do you have the key?” Jason said “I gave your new wrestling buddy an escort, he also seems very attracted to my vest.” Ryan pulled out the key and handed it to Dave who quickly opened the door and pulled both of them inside slamming the door shut. The room was large and full of thick cigar and cigarette smoke. An air conditioner hummed in the corner keeping the air moderately breathable. Ryan coughed and said “What is this place? I thought this was a storage room?” Jason said “Yeah, it is, but its more of an off duty lounge for us staffers since the airport construction project got shelved by the big wigs in city hall.” Jason banged his hand on an upside down metal trash can, on the front of it was a humoristic sign “The Attention Gettin’ Can” The metallic thrum spread through the room quickly. The men all extinguished their cigars and put their drinks on the floor. There were easily 30 men in the room, mostly off duty guards and flight attendants. As they extinguished their cigars the room came clearer into view for Ryan. In the middle of the room there were some wrestling mats and on the side of the room were tables and chairs. At the end of the room was boxes stacked to the ceiling. The room was relatively small in space for the men with the stacks of boxes taking up the majority of the large storage hall. Ryans bulge grew even stronger in his pants as he could smell the sweat off of Jason and several of the other guards. Dave said to Jason “I think I’ll have you double team him with me.” Charles stood near the wrestling mats with a large bottle of beer in his hands. It was the size of a wine bottle but said on the front “Budweiser Super 128″ Charles swigged off of the bottle and said “Here’s how it works in here, three guys enter, one guy ends up knocked out. Two men are winners, one man is a loser. Loser has to do what the winners say.” Ryan became slightly nervous, two strong bulky men stood on the mats waiting for him. He stepped onto the wrestling mats and felt the thick padding underneath his feet wet and squishy with the sweat of many men who wrestled before him. Charles said to Ryan “I can see you staring at everyones vests. You best get your hands ready to fight or you’ll end up with some real work.” Ryan wondered how he would fight against them, he was a somewhat stocky but completely untrained man. He worked as a mail handler and got his muscles from lifting mail bags. He lifted his arms up and held them in formation like he was getting ready for a boxing match. Charles shook his head as Jason grabbed onto Ryan and pulled him into a bearhug squeezing his face into his chest. Dave wrapped his arms around Jason and squeezed Ryan into Jason’s body harder laughing at him as he tried to get his arms free. Dave said into Ryans ear “Can you smell that sweaty kevlar? I can tell you’re really aroused being crushed into his chest.” Ryan made muffled screams as the two squeezed him tighter and tighter squeezing the air out of him squeezing his head down into Jason’s vest. Jason let Ryan drop to the floor as he began to go limp after wiggling in their grip slowly blacking out from the airlessness. He laid on the wrestling mats and looked up as he awoke and said “Dave, your thick arms feel lovely and Jason, that vest smells lovely!” Jason pulled his vest off and threw it on Ryans chest while Dave kneeled on Ryans chest squeezing the vest against him. He then put his leg on Ryan’s neck and put his other leg on the floor, he stood on one foot and let all of his weight go into Ryan’s neck. Ryan gagged and cried as he was pushed back into unconsciousness. Dave repositioned himself above Ryans head and wrapped his arms around Ryan’s neck picking him up in a headlock, he loosened his grip enough to let Ryan reawaken but kept him struggling. He grabbed at his arms desperate to get free of his grip, desperate to breathe more than the small wheezing breaths he could take with his crushing grip. Jason picked up his vest and held it up to Ryans face rubbing the shiny PVC badges on his lips “I saw you staring at it. You stare at it long enough you end up licking it clean if you want to get out from Dave’s arms.” Jason pressed the vest tightly to Ryans face and yelled “All of us are waiting, I want to hear you slurping at that vest.” Ryan stuck his tongue out and licked the vest, he sucked the thick PVC into his mouth tasting the saltiness of Jasons sweat that had dripped through the entire vest. He was surprised at the intensity that Jason had used to squeeze the vest around his face, sealing off his vision slowly in the thick green PVC. Dave kept Ryan immobile, although he kept grabbing at his arm and kicking his feet all that effort was wasted as Dave would pick him up off the floor and make him weak and dizzy pushing him to the edge of blacking out. Jason pulled his vest away from Ryan’s face and unstrapped the thick belts on it. He wrapped it around Ryan and pulled the belts tight laughing “Damn man, you’re short for being a mail handler.” Ryan’s reply was muffled as the vest came up over his nose and mouth, only his eyes peeked over the oversized vest. Dave lifted Ryan off of his feet and made him black out, Charles grabbed a basket with the other guards dirty vests and pushed it close to the wrestling mat. Ryan awoke to Dave dropping him into the basket as Jason put his foot on his belly pressing him down into the pile of vests. Dave released his grip around Ryans neck and quickly kicked Ryan down into the basket as he tried to sit up. He pressed his foot against Ryans chest and said “You stare at Jason’s vest, you clearly have a thing for smelly security guards. Maybe a night here in our dirty gear storage will teach you something.” Charles walked around the room collecting the vests from all of the men and said to them “Go grab fresh vests, vest slut Ryan is gonna be sleeping buried alive in your sweaty vests!” Charles threw the vests one by one over Ryans body covering him and Jason and Dave’s feet. The weight of the vests was surprising to Ryan. After all of the vests were tossed upon him Charles pulled his vest off and said “I saved the best for last!” He let the thick vest drop onto Ryans face and then yelled “Hey Rick, grab the cage.” Ryan squirmed underneath Charles’s vest and yelled underneath it “What, i, you have to let me go!” Charles planted his foot on his vest and pressed harshly upon Ryans face “Naw, when you stare so long at a security guards vest and then start touching in the hallway, you’ve proven well enough that you’re a vest slut. We’ve seen a few people like you. If you want to get out of that vest basket you’ll spend the night in there.” Rick came over and relieved Jason and Dave who pulled their feet out of the basket as he slid the heavy metal cage over the basket. Charles pulled his foot out last and pressed the cage over the basket as Ryan tried to sit up. The vests completely covered him head to toe. He quickly locked the cage to the baskets four mounting points and said “If we come back tomorrow morning and you have a wet spot in your pants, we get to send you off with the vests.” Ryan struggled wildly wondering what they meant, all he knew was it couldn’t be a good thing. He struggled enough to gain a slight gap in the vests, allowing him to see upward. Charles covered the basket with another vest. Light dimly seeped into the basket. All Ryan could see was the green PVC and the lettering on it “Security Agent - Airport Services Group Inc.” Ryan was strangely aroused in the confines of the vests. Their weight pressing against him intensely making it slightly hard to breathe. The humid sweaty smell filled his every breath. He was panicked when he heard the men start walking out of the room and began to squirm wildly making himself more aroused as the sweaty PVC and nylon rubbed against his body. He grunted loudly as his struggles made the vests close over him slowly. Charles laughed from the doorway yelling “You orgasm in there, you will learn something tomorrow.” The door slammed shut and Ryan watched as the last of the light faded away. The lights overhead slowly dimming and then turning off. All he could hear was the hum of the small air conditioner running and even that was difficult to hear now that he had squirmed his way deeper into the pile of vests. He couldn’t hold it in any longer, he thrust his body against the vests holding him down and screamed. As he did he orgasmed and suddenly felt something cold touching his feet, then moving up his body slowly, grabbing his knees, then his pelvis and belly. As the odd sensation traveled up his body so did immobility. Within minutes Ryan laid heaving breaths into his lungs as he tried to move. Not a muscle of his worked, the cold sensation covered him from head to toe and then became sticky and warm. Ryan didn’t realize that he had shrunk from a chemical reaction with a special coating in the vests. He wouldn’t realize it til the next day.
Ryan laid immobile breathing heavily the hot sweaty plasticky smell. He drifted in and out of sleep only awakening for a few minutes to heave breaths of the vest and try to move his completely immobile muscles. Completely paralyzed by the vests chemicals he laid until morning. When the sun came out Ryan began to realize his fate as light poured into the room through the windows. The thick vest covering the basket was shiny enough to bring some light down into the depths of the vests where Ryan now laid, trapped. Charles walked in alone and opened the cage unlocking the four locks, he pulled the vests out one by one and said “So Ryan, do you realize what has happened?” Ryan couldn’t speak, all he could do was breathe heavily and grunted loudly. Charles grabbed his vest and looked at Ryan stuck to the back side of the vest with his face firmly entrapped in the PVC. Charles laughed and said “You’ll make a good vest, because you make for a terrible wrestler!” Charles pushed a needle into Ryans neck and said “From this day forward you will speak, but not move a muscle, for you are slowly being digested by my vest. In hours your body will be absorbed into it and you will literally be living inside of my vests fabric and the PVC.” Charles pulled his vest on and sat on a chair ignoring Ryans screams and grunts. He leaned back harshly and said “Shut up vest, this is your life now, forever. You’ll drink my sweat as your food and that is all you will ever smell. The only thing you will see is the tiny gap of light coming through the layers of my vest.” Charles sat as Ryan was slowly digested into his vest, moreso absorbed. Ryan was shrunk to only half a foot tall and now laid entrapped in the layers of his vest. Between the outer fabric and the thick PVC coated kevlar inner lining. Charles stuck a needle into the vest and yelled “You will speak now and be able to move in your eternal prison. This is what happens when you try your hand wrestling without knowing the consequences of losing.” Ryan spoke weakly “Come on, unshrink me and let me go, I have to get my flight back to my job!” Charles laughed loudly “Job, This is your job! You’re going to stay inside of my vest squirming around within the layers of it sucking my sweat out of it, struggling for every breath of air you get. I’ve already had the mail service “reassign” you.” Ryan cried quietly, every word and sound of his muffled by the thick fabric sealed over him. He didn’t know that when he touched Jasons vest that he would reveal his fetish for kevlar vests and suddenly end up meeting a man with a truly voracious vest. Swallowed alive by the vest and completely sealed within he could only squirm around a little bit and look up seeing a tiny bit of light coming through the sewn seam of the neck collar. Jason walked in as Charles yelled “Come on in guys, check out my vest and whats inside” Dave was no where to be found. Ryan yelled muffled by the vest “I hear men, where’s Dave, he was the nicer guy, you guys are brutal! He’ll get me out of this mess!” Jason pressed on Charles’s back with his hands giving him a hard back rub sarcastically “I think I feel him. Squirming, helpless, trapped forever in your vest.” Charles said to Jason “And he thinks Dave is gonna come back for him, Dave is on a flight to Ecuador attending to the clients, he doesn’t care about some loser who cant handle even five minutes in the wrestling box.” Jason and Charles laughed together before walking out into the airport. Ryan grew nervous and shrieked “Let me out let me out let me out! Someone will see me!” Charles laughed hysterically and loudly before saying “Puny vest slave, nobody can see you, nor can they hear you. Only can we guards hear the voice of a vest slave.” Ryan struggled wildly before Charles said “I don’t care if you struggle, the more you squirm, the more I get a back rub. The thick fabric over you won’t even move an inch despite you struggling wildly between the layers. There is no way out of my vest!”
Ryan stared up seeing the changing lights above him as Charles walked through the airport, he went silent and writhed weakly inside the sticky cocoon he was entrapped in. Charles said quietly “See how easy it is to be a good vest? Now if you can make it for a decade without any loud screaming or yelling I’ll unshrink you when I retire from the airport. That is unless Jason decides to take my vest.” Ryan didn’t dare to yell again, he knew that he would be fated for much worse if he did. Charles a few weeks later wore his vest out of the airport on a very hot summer day into the 120 degree Florida heat. Ryan squirmed within the layers of the vest as they quickly filled up with the sticky paste of Charles’s sweat. He screamed out “It’s so hot I feel like I’m melting into the vest!” Charles grinned and sat on a metal bench saying quietly “Good, I told you that if you yelled I’d make things worse. All I had to do was walk outside.” Ryan lost the ability to speak as his body fused to the vest, his face was tightly squeezed into the inner PVC lining and his whole body quickly became stuck to it as Charles ground his body into the bench. Poor Ryan’s limbs and body were now literally fused to the vests inner lining. As he tried to squirm the thick PVC resisted his movements holding him still. Ryans mouth was filled with the PVC and he was rendered speechless. He could only breathe the hot wet salty air within the vests layers, knowing that he was trapped forever with no way out of Charles’s vest.
Some years later Charles was scheduled to retire, he handed his vest to Jason who was much younger than him and said “Make sure to take real good care of him.” He winked at Jason knowing that he knew Ryan laid trapped within the vest fused into the thick PVC underneath the heavy fabric. Forever Ryan will live being handed from one generation of guards to the next, all for touching one mans vest.
Ryle is a 24 year old fresh out of college. In his college dorm he met a man named Dave. Dave wasn't exactly a normal guy, his dorm room smelled of leather and he always had a leather jacket on regardless how hot it was. Ryle visited Dave shortly before his graduation, things were about to change for him in his life somewhat permanently. Ryle walked into Daves dorm many times, had dinner with him, looked at his collection of leather gear and even tried on his jackets. Ryle was rather fascinated by Daves heaviest jacket, an old motorcycle police jacket from the 50s. Dave was going to give Ryle a gift for graduation that would change his life slightly.
A week before his graduation he went to Dave's dorm on his text message of "I have a gift for you, come to my dorm and I'll let you have it over dinner." Ryle was excited to get his gift and rushed out of his last class to get to his dorm. He walked inside and on the small card table Dave served dinners on for himself and one other person was a small black bag. Next to it was the usual, a plate of pizza and a pizza box on the counter next to the table. The smell of pizza filled the entire hallway and Ryle knew that Dave was just up to the usual for dinner. What took his interest was the black bag in the middle of the table, no larger than a belt. Ryle picked it up and said to Dave "I assume this is a shiny new belt for my dress pants for graduation day? How nice of you, I've been wanting a shiny new belt." Dave chuckled at Ryle and said "Put it back on the table, I can tell you now it's for sure not a belt." Ryle was astonished when Dave pulled out a pair of bottles of wine, both of them looking very expensive with holographic labels. Dave uncorked both bottles and said "Bottoms up, I'm gonna drink you under the table for graduation, that's your first gift!" Ryle had not gotten drunk since his second year of college, that embarrassing night at Eric's mansion was the last time he was ever invited to the mansion. The party on the yacht in the back of the mansion was a booming loud party, hundreds of people on Eric's yacht as he showed them his new piece of software that he said would solve every automation issue in American machinery its self. A computer that could think for its self about automation sat on the yacht, it automated most all of the food service and there were large robots serving up alcoholic drinks in less than a minute aboard the ship. Ryle looked nervously at the bottle of wine and said "Dude, you know what happened on Eric's ship, I ended up blacking out and waking up in his bed!" Dave said "Dude, I won't let you wake up in my bed, nor will I let you black out, it'll be fine. This shit is weak anyway. You's was drinking the hard shit then. This is only 4% alcohol." Ryle hesitantly picked up the bottle, the smooth tangy slightly warming sensation of the wine entering his gullet brought back the great memories of being on the ship asking the robots for various mixed drinks. He then felt the pangs of embarrassment as he thought about blacking out on the deck of the giant yacht. He put the bottle down, half drank. Dave said to him "Don't cheap out on me now man! Chug that thing! It's basically fancy beer!" Ryle grabbed the bottle by its neck, he clutched it tightly and shook his head throwing the embarrassing memories out. He put the bottle to his lips and opened his mouth widely, pouring the remaining wine into his mouth in one massive gulp. Ryle looked at Dave and said "Dude, I feel kinda queasy, wheres the toilet in here again?" Dave said to him "Naw, thats normal, this stuff aint no normal wine. You're gonna be tripping balls in a minute." Ryle grabbed the bottle and looked at the label again "27% THC content, Canna-Wine Industries, Authentic Italian wine with a burst of weed" He shrieked as he suddenly felt his body start floating, he had never had weed in his life before and nothing this strong. Dave sliced open the bag as Ryle was trying to figure out if he was sitting or laying on the floor. Ryle asked "Dude, am I blacking out, I can barely see, everything is just swirling colors." Dave said to him "Naw man, you just trippin, just stay on that chair and don't fall off." Ryle began to slump over in the chair leaning to one side. Dave grabbed him and pulled him up onto his chest, he walked him over to his beat up gray sofa and said "Sit man, you tripping balls. I never seen anyone trip this hard from a bottle of Canna-Wine. This stuff barely does shit for me." Ryle waved his hands in front of his face, he was amused by the changes of his vision that were happening, the swirls growing stronger and almost being manipulated by his hands motion. Ryle said "I feel like my optic nerve has turned liquid"
Dave giggled and said "Dude, I've seen guys trip like this on L, but I never seen someone trip this hard on Canna-Wine. You a lucky dude to get a trip that nice off such a cheap bottle of booze, just relax and enjoy it. Stop worrying about your optic nerve." Ryle relaxed into the sofa as Dave sat next to him and put on some classic rock. Dave sliced open the black bag and Ryle heard it "I heard you cut that bag open, I know you got it off the table, I vaguely saw you through the swirls leaning over to reach for it." By the time Ryle could figure out what was in the bag it was already around his neck, fastened tightly. Ryle gulped and said "Whats this belt around my neck for?" Dave pushed a padlock through the first hole on the collar and clicked it shut. He grabbed Ryle by the hand and said "Follow me, to the bathroom, I'll show you your gift now." Ryle could barely see anything as he slowly and clumsily followed Dave, he stubbed his toes on the doorway and then slapped his hand against Dave's bedroom TV stand. Arriving in the bathroom Dave said to Ryle "Blink, really fast, look in the mirror." Ryle blinked many times and then said loudly "Haha really funny get this thing off my neck, I cant walk the graduation stage like this!" The swirls began to come back into his eyes within seconds, Ryle then crouched and knelt on the floor. Dave said to him calmly "You tripping out again? Let's get you back to the sofa" He pulled him up onto his chest and he dragged his feet along the ground. Ryle was somewhat thankful after having stubbed his foot and slammed his hand into the TV stand to have Dave being so nice to him. Ryle said "Why you being so nice to me as I'm hammered out of my mind here? Just like on the yacht?" Dave said to him "Because man, you only get a few chances in your life to be absolutely smashed, enjoy it. Stop worrying about the stage and graduation, just enjoy all that weed you just drank!" Ryle pulled at the collar and then realized that it was locked around his neck as he pulled at the loose end. Dave said to him "You've always loved my motorcycle jacket, it wore out last year when I was doing some work at Eric's house on the yacht. So I turned the belt into a collar, and now it's locked around your neck." Ryle said "Uhh, thats kind of nice but why did you have to lock it on? Where's the key?" Dave grinned, Ryle could barely see Dave's face through the blobs of colors swirling around his eyes. Dave whispered into his ear "The dean has it, in your diploma folder. When you get across the stage is when you get the key to the collar." He then broke out in hysterical laughter. Ryle screamed "Dude, I cant have my entire family, and half of the freaking city see me like this. Don't you know this is gonna be on TV? The graduations are televised here!" Dave chuckled "As if I don't know the graduations are televised, with me knowing Eric who is the deans son I have all access to all crevices of this campus. I could have skipped every class and changed my grades in the computer and they wouldn't care!" Ryle relegated himself and relaxed again knowing that the collar wasn't coming off no matter what he did. The thick leather began to grow warm around his neck. Ryle's tenseness in his neck and face disappeared as he relaxed into the collar, accepting its weighty presence around his neck. Dave smiled and said "Good leather man. Next thing you'll know you'll want to try out some of my other... gear." Ryle was rather amused at this point, tripping out of control on cannabis and now locked in the warm embrace of the collar he relaxed and stared off into space. Dave stood up and said to Ryle "Stay right there, I'm gonna show you something." He walked out of the room, the sound of heavy leather moving around in the other room was all Ryle could hear. He stared at Dave's record machine as the turntable spun around with his classic rock album atop it, the usually red quartz laser light a dancing light show in his eyes. Dave returned and dropped the heavy leather sheet over Ryle's legs and chest. Ryle was astonished by its weight.
Dave said to him "This is not just a heavy leather blanket, to you right now it is, because you can barely see anything but the laser coming off my record machine. When you're done tripping balls and when you get that key out of your graduation folder, you will unlock the box that I put this in, you will then wear it." Ryle blinked many times trying to get sight of what it was, he guessed it was a jacket. Dave pulled it off of him and put it in a very ornate oak box, the box was shiny with glossy veneer. On top of it it said on a brass plate "Ryle's first foray into Bondage, a gift from Master Dave" Ryle began to come off of the trip and saw the brass plate on the box. He was excited now. He was confused by his erection throbbing in his pants. Dave said to him "Dude, by now with how many times you been here and how many times you wore my jacket you should know better. You're a leather addicted kinkster. Figure it out man, you're turned on by leather!" Ryle picked up the box and said "I probably better get going" he rubbed his eyes tiredly, he looked through his blurry eyes at the clock on the wall and said "Dude, is it 2 AM? Is it seriously 2AM in the freaking morning? I been tripping how long!?" Dave said to him laughing "Dude, you been tripping since 5 hours ago when you got here and downed that bottle." Ryle stood up to his feet, he was a bit unsteady as he walked toward the door but steadied out as he regained his bearings. Ryle stepped into the hallway, dimly lit by the night time dorm lights scattered every few rooms. The usual bright overhead lights not humming anymore. Ryle had never been up in the dorms halls at 2AM, he was a strict student, he always got to his dorm before 6PM right after his last class let out and if he went over to Dave's place or anywhere else was back before midnight when the lights were put on power saving modes. He walked down the darkened hall and arrived to his dorm room, he keyed in his entry number for his room. The mechanical old push button lock clicked loudly with each press of the keys. He chuckled to himself "Can't wait to not hear this thing every time I go into my dorm. CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK." He wondered to himself if he was waking up the neighboring rooms with it. Every room in the hallway had one, all the dorms were upgraded to the mechanical press button locks because students were constantly partying and losing their keys in other peoples dorms. He swung open the door to his dorm and lazily dragged his feet inside as he grabbed the heavy oak box in a canvas tote bag and lazily shoved it into the room with his feet. he kicked it along the room pushing it toward the corner by his bedroom and said to himself "Not sure what it is but it'll sit there til I get that key out of my damn graduation papers." He laid on his bed, the happyjuice of the alcohol and cannabis wearing off. He pulled at the collar again, he knew it was locked up tight around his neck. It was getting very sweaty and sticking to his skin. He began to feel sleepy from it, weighing down on him laying there, sticking slowly to the front of his neck, slowly wrapping its self around his neck like he was laying face first on an airline travel neck pillow. One of his favorite ways to travel on a plane, the thick silky pads squeezing his neck was relaxing. This time it was thick warm soft leather gripping and sticking to every inch of his neck. He awoke the next morning and ran into the bathroom and shrieked "I wasn't dreaming, I wasn't tripping, the collar is real as fuck!" He pulled on a turtle neck shirt, within seconds he was sweating in the heat of the relatively poorly cooled dorm hall. The old building hadn't much upgrades aside from the new locks in the doors, beat up and old, dull wood. It was standard 1980s dormitory and it was battered by many students moving in and out and partying. He stood at the door of his dorm nervously.
He said under his breath "Fuck, how the hell am I going to attend my last day of classes like THIS?" His armpits were already dripping, he turned around and went to the oak box and looked at the brass plate. He was completely unsurprised to see what it said "Ryle's first foray into Bondage, a gift from Master Dave" He knew that Dave wasn't exactly one of the "normal" guys of the college. Nobody was really normal if they were on the 500 floor. The 500 floor of the college was where the Dean put the party going types, the flunkies drunkies stoners druggies and the outright weird. He pulled the turtleneck off and put on a regular shirt. He opened the door of his dorm and walked into the hallway, lucky for him there was nobody else up yet. He was one of the first awake that day, or so he thought. As he turned around and shut his door and locked it with the nearly echoingly loud CLACK a dozen other doors opened up in the hall. He pounded his fist on the door and yelled "Fucking loud ass lock, had to wake up half the damn hallway!" Several of Ryle's class mates walked past him, none of them said a word about the collar. Nobody seemed surprised by anything on the 500 floor. The only thing that was a surprise to them was the time when they had found a keg of beer & one of their class mates in the hall messing with a small rocket motor and a shopping cart. A rather dangerous Jackass Movie like stunt that resulted in the whole hallway getting sprayed with beer and the student getting a demerit from the Dean. The shopping cart and beer keg to this day left a dent in the end wall by the stairs, lucky for the student who set the prank up he didn't try to ride in the cart during his test of his beer powered rocket cart. As Ryle walked down the stairs of the dorms he clumped in with many other students, their voices turned into a buzzing drone as loud as a beehive. He muttered under his breath "Just get through today and you can hang around the dorm til it's graduation day." He quickly moved through the morass of people, making his way to his last class. Science finals exams, it was an all day affair. He would be sat in the same seat for 14 hours taking the exam from 7AM til 9PM that day. One of the most grueling exams in the entire college. He grabbed at the collar and shook some of the sweat off. It remained stuck to his skin. He was still relaxed by it, a subconscious reflex within his brain was satisfied by the collar. He looked down at his pants and was glad to see he wasn't erect in the middle of class. The teacher came down the rows of seats passing out laptop computers. He set one on Ryle's desk and leaned in and said "Had a party last night? Got collared? I remember my first collaring." Ryle was extremely relieved, after hearing the professor mention that he was once collared at a party he figured out his excuse for the collar if anyone asked. It was just a party prank, one that would go away in a week, after graduation. That's when he stared at the shiny laptop screen and sighed heavily muttering under his breath "Fuck, this little TV screen in front of me, every TV in a 50 mile radius is gonna see this collar."
Ryle had no time to continue pondering the collar, the loud DING BRRRT DING of the test timer echoed through the room and the professor yelled "Start Pearson NOW!" Ryle quickly logged into his VUE system on the computer and began taking the test. He throughout the day grabbed at his neck. Other students looked over at him, and his next seat mate leaned over and said "Collared huh?" Ryle said "Shut up, No talking, no looking at my screen, go away!" loudly. So loudly that the professor came up the steps to the back row of seats, he pulled the laptop off of Ryle's desk and said "I think you might benefit from being in the front row with the less talkative students. The serious test takers." The professor walked Ryle down the main stairwell of the classroom to the center of the front row where an empty seat was right in front of his desk. He plopped the laptop down with a metallic THACK and said leaning into his ear whispering "Get back to work, and don't be talking to these guys or I'll make sure you never get that collar off" Ryle gulped loudly, the whole room was eerily silent with the exception of the few guys in back murmuring a few words. He raised his hand and the professor Mr. Norton said "Put it down, I know they're talking, their tests are void already. Say a single word and I'll void yours too and make sure that collar never comes off!" The whole classes eyes shifted off of their screens onto Ryle's neck. Mr. Norton screeched his fingers across the chalkboard and shouted "EYES ON YOUR SCREENS! THIS IS A 18 HOUR TEST COMPACTED INTO 14. EVERY SECOND COUNTS! PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE COLLARED MAN UP HERE, ITS THE USUAL CLASS PRANK!" The students all went silent, their gaze shifted back to the glowing screens. The classroom dim with the awful dark Toronto Spring weather. Ryle worked through his test eagerly, knowing that this was his ticket to a yacht like Eric's a degree in microcomputer engineering & systems programming. The University of Sciences at Toronto was no small school and the science testing room was an impressive and intimidating room. It's large semi circle auditorium seating holding 1000 students at once while multiple professors worked from mini lecterns scattered about the rows of seats during normal times and during a test week the whole room was focused on nothing but the laptops on the desks handed out by the one single proctor. The head professor. Mr. Norton was close with the dean Mr Ludwig. Ryle knew that if he got a single demerit during the test he would not only be dealing with a voided test but likely a dean who would quickly make the key disappear to the lock on his collar and the mysterious box back in his room. The day passed slowly, Ryle's hands growing tired from smashing the trackpad of the old Lenovo Thinkpad. He knew the colleges computers weren't exactly new during test season, they always used the old trusty Lenovo's because they had a special RF Network instead of Wi-Fi which meant students couldnt try to cheat the test or manipulate the network data. It was necessity in a engineering and sciences college because students were known to try to fiddle with the computers but no student had the balls to pick apart an RF network stack let alone the balls to violate the bright red warning sticker on the lid of each laptop "Property of the Toronto Provincial Government Assessment Program. Tampering with this machine is a felony punishable by expulsion & $500,000CAD fine with 10 years of community service." The heftiness of the laptops screamed serious business, the stickers and the heavy trackpads all gave off serious vibes of serious government tech. He plodded through the last quarter of the test, sweat dripping from his collar. He paid no attention to it, letting it become a part of his body, an extension of his neck. Ryle finished his test and closed the lid of the laptop, the loud satisfying Ka-Chunk of the latches engaging on the Lenovo's was always a good sound to him, the sound of a long test over and done with. He stood up from his seat grabbing the laptop.
Ryle clutched the laptop against his chest, he carried it up to Mr. Nortons desk he slowly let it slide onto the desk nervously. The metal making a slight quiet scraping sound as it slid onto the desk against Mr. Nortons shiny black leather working mat. Mr. Norton said to Ryle "You're dismissed, you'll have your grades delivered by the mail woman or man of your floor the day before ceremonies, with your grades will be your key to the courtyard, and the box." Ryle's head spun, his eyes grew wide open and he said very quietly leaning into Mr. Nortons desk space over his telephone nearly touching his nose with his nose "The box? How do you know about the box?" Mr. Norton said "Listen kid, I know just about everything that goes on in this college. I wouldn't be Mr. Ludwigs best friend if I didn't! Whatever is in that box is so special that it has to be guarded with a graduation courtyard key. You should be honored to be a recipient of it." Ryle walked out of the room nervously pulling at his collar. The hallway was desolate and silent. His footsteps echoed against the tile floor. He walked up the stairs with the same heavy loud echoing stomps. Ryle wondered if his brain was playing tricks on him or if he was truly that loud. A woman was coming down the stairs, she looked at Ryle and laughed "So quiet you could hear a pin drop, or the footsteps of any student. I love test season!" it was Mrs. Archer, one of the other test proctors. She must have been coming down from the English floor as that was the only other floor testing that day. Ryle stammered "Uhh yeah, gotta love quiet hallways here. Kind of spooky." Mrs. Archer laughed "Maybe I'll make that an English assignment next year, write a 200 page novel about the college to a horror theme. It'll work perfectly for a Halloween break project!" Ryle gulped and walked on. He rubbed his forehead of sweat and was grateful that he wouldn't be taking her class next year. Her English class was one of the hardest classes because of how big a perfectionist she was. If she caught a single error in a students manuscript she would set it on fire in front of the classroom and drop it into her fireproof garbage can. A fixture of her classroom and a running joke of the college. If you ever had your manuscript burned up by Mrs. Archer and dropped into her can you were surely to be sent to the 500 floor dorms in a few days time by the dean. It was basically the colleges sorting hat like Hogwarts, but instead of being a sorting hat, it was a sorting can. It sorted the students who knew their way around English to a perfect proficiency from those that didn't and it was a brutal method too. Ryle made his way to his dorm, there was a white envelope taped to the door "To Ryle - Mr. Ludwig" He peeled the envelope off the door and unlocked his door. He was grateful to be one of the first students finished with testing. He walked into his room and sat on his chair at his desk. The old wooden chair creaked underneath him, the antique desk given to him by his father handed down through five generations of Van Howard's was scratched up and beat up but still carried a rewarding feel to sit at. Ryle unfolded the envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper, on it was ornate script. It read "Dear Ryle, we are proud to announce that your test was the first test to be graded through VUE and entered on the record with a 100% in this decade of admitted students. You have achieved high honors and are invited to Eric's mansion for a yacht party. Bring what's inside the box!" At the end of the letter was the address and time and date, exactly 4 hours after the graduation ceremony was set to conclude.
Ryle nervously stared at the box. He paced back and forth and then remembered what Mr. Norton had said about the grades and the key. There was no key inside of the envelope or with the letter. Ryle picked up the old telephone sat on the desk, it was a heavy chunky beige brick of a cordless phone. The thing had been his phone since he was 10 years old, a hand me down from his dads office. When he was 10 he was enamored by its heft and the clicky buttons and rewarding almost slot machine like beep they made as he dialed. To this day he was still enamored by the old phone. He held it up to his ear as it rang, Mr. Ludwig picked up on the other end, he spoke in a deep and raspy voice, evident of his age "I was expecting this call. It's about the key to the courtyard, look in the drawer of your desk." Ryle slid the drawer open with a loud squeaking. He shifted it left and right getting it to open. He said sternly into the phone "Dammit Mr. Ludwig, You should know this is a five generations old desk, the drawer isn't good! Everything else about it is lovely!" Mr. Ludwig laughed hysterically "You just need to treat that wood with some animal fat, hasn't anyone taught you a damn thing about furniture?" Ryle chuckled weakly "I'm in the science program not the advanced history & carpentry program. Just because I like old furniture and electronics doesn't make me a restoration guy. I'll leave that for someone with more finesse for that type of thing." Mr. Ludwig laughed and hung up. Ryle pulled the key out of the drawer, he walked over and picked up a greasy piece of pizza pulling the pepperoni off it rubbing the grease on the drawers sides. He shoved the drawer closed and it glided across the old wooden rails. He stammered to himself "Well son of a bitch, all that drawer needed was some pig fat. And for two generations it's been a family rule to avoid using it because it could get stuck. And the damn dean fixes it over the phone." Ryle put the old beige phone back on its charger, he walked over to the box and pulled the tote bag down off of it. It was much larger than he had thought. The box stood two feet tall and was two feet wide. It was well large enough to hold a full outfit of clothing. He pushed the key into the keyhole on the front and turned it. He could hear the mechanism inside of the box, this was no ordinary box, he lifted the lid open and inside of it were four locking pins. Whatever was inside wasn't cheap. Ryle lifted out a black brick like object. He looked at it and said "Phew, it's just a old laptop." Suddenly it unfurled as he lifted it further, the leather making loud creaking sounds as it was taken out of the tight compression within the box. Ryle dropped it onto the floor and shrieked "What the hell!" He then walked up to the large piece of leather and looked at the tag "Mr-S-Leathers San Francisco - Custom Formal Suit" At the bottom of the box was another envelope, it said on the front "Put the suit on before reading this document. Failure to do so will result in a mess" Ryle looked at the boxes lid and saw a small red light blinking, surrounded by packs of black ink. Popularized by some of the science students the ink box trick always got someone to do something embarrassing or end up even more embarrassed as they walk about for a week covered in ink, nevermind the amount of cleaning to be done on the room covered in ink. Ryle unzipped the heavy leather suit, the leather was almost exactly as thick as his collar. He slid his legs into the suit feeling the silky lining conform to his body as he pulled it up his legs and against his belly. He pushed his arms into the sleeves and then pulled it up his shoulders. He zipped it closed, as the zipper reached the top it made a soft but noticeable click. He pulled at the zipper and said quietly to himself "Fuck, another locking item damn it Dave!" He picked up the envelope from inside the box nervously, the red blinking light turned green and then turned off. he breathed a heavy sigh of relief knowing the ink packs were disabled now.
He pulled a piece of paper from the envelope and looked at it very nervously. It was written in the same handwriting as Mr. Ludwigs letter. "From Dave - Dictated but not read, a secret message penned by Mr. Ludwig. I give you this suit, you shall wear it until the end of the yacht party. Only then will Eric give you the key to the suit." Ryle thought he was sweating earlier with the turtle neck shirt on, now his whole body was dripping. He wondered how fast it would start to drip onto the carpet. The lining of the suit was thick and puffy and very silky. Ryle was embarrassed yet at the same time relaxed by the collar and suit gripping him in a warm embrace. He walked to his bedroom and laid down. He didn't bother to shave or brush his teeth, he didn't care. Not after the long test day and then having to call the dean at 9 in the evening for help finding the courtyard key. He fell asleep quickly and awoke the next morning to a banging on his door "Ryle, WAKE UP! It's graduation day!" He looked at the calendar, graduation wasn't scheduled for another three days. He stumbled to the door and said "What do you want! It's Friday, Graduations are on Monday!" It was Mrs. Archer, she pounded on the door even harder "Open this damn door! You're on high honors roll, you don't graduate with the flock, you go with the heads of the classes! Get to the courtyard, NOW!" Ryle opened the door and Mrs. Archer said to him "Oh, um, wow, that is a very nice suit. But wont you be roasting in the sunlight?" Ryle turned beet read and said "What choice do I have, its locked on me as is this collar. It's all locked on til after I graduate and the suit wont come off til the yacht party!" Mrs. Archer turned around quickly, she burst out in silenced giggles knowing what had happened. Ryle made his way to the courtyard, there weren't many people outside, it was a very eerily quiet event. There were thousands of empty seats and only a few hundred of them were full. All of the top students in the university saw him locked in leather. He thought to himself "Well, I guess this can't be all that bad, less people means less embarrassment." Then all of the sudden he locked eyes on the broadcast trucks at the back row unloading their equipment. He saw all the major news networks and turned beet red and said under his breath as loud as he could without anyone else hearing "FUCK!" It only got worse as more trucks pulled in through the gates, one national network after another. Then the truly damning truck rolled in. NBC International Services plastered across the side. Ryle knew that he wasn't only going to be seen by the 50 mile radius, he wasn't going to be seen just by the province or Canada, but the whole damn world would be watching the Toronto Scientific Graduations. The TSGs of high honors were at least in Canada one of the most viewed television programs next to the olympics and with NBC international there he knew that there would be mention of it on the global news network. Every diner and restaurant in the world that had their TVs set to the news would see him. Ryle tried to make up an excuse for the collar and suit. The dean made his way up to the podium as Ryle sat in the wooden chair in the front row it was much like his antique chair in his dorm room but much nicer and varnished freshly. He could smell the fresh varnish of all the chairs, the smell of wood was strong in the area, like that of a freshly cleaned courtroom. It gave an air of massive pomp and pride. Mr Ludwig began his speech by tapping the podium loudly grabbing everyones attention "I welcome the global viewing community for the 153rd graduating class of Toronto Scientific University. It is my pride and honor to serve as dean over this prestigious university that has stood for nearly 500 years on the same plot of land. It has stood a beacon of knowledge, a beacon of hope, and a place where futures are built by students hands themselves. I now call to the podium Ryle Van Howard, our highest scoring test taker this year to lead the graduations. Ryle shook in his seat.
He stood up quickly and walked to the podium trying to move as normally as he could in the thick stiff leather suit. It wasn't too encumbering but it definitely showed its weight upon him and made him slow down. He stepped up the stairs of the podium riser on the stage and then he nearly was blinded as he saw hundreds of flashes coming from the back row. The press went crazy with their cameras. He tried hard to ignore them and stammered into the microphone "i. I. I would like to thank Mr. Ludwig for this honor. this honor to be here at this podium. Standing in front of you all, the world. On this podium is my certificate of graduation. I pick it up and become a true engineer, a true scientist, a man of knowledge who has proved his metal. I, I, I," He quickly grabbed the folder held it up and yelled "I'm a scientist!" and scurried off of the stage running back toward the building doors. Mrs. Archer opened the door and blocked the doorway "Back to your seat! You must remain with the high honors group, you will all be escorted to the Ludwig estate in limousines shortly after we finish!" Sirens were heard in the distance, Ryle knew that was the approaching motorcade. The graduates took their certificates, some of them making not much more of a speech than he. Ryle was rather relieved to see other people stammering upon the global stage. It was an astonishingly intimidating place to be, he slumped down in the chair as much he could hiding himself from view. It was no use though as camera men slowly encircled the entire courtyard. Toward the end of the graduations the press trucks began to roll away. Ryle felt relieved. Black limousine buses rolled in as each media truck left, each limousine bus was escorted by a pair of police motorcycles in front and in back. He and the graduates were intimidated but they knew that they were global phenomenons now. Many graduates of this college went on to serve in high offices of science, one graduate Larry Van Delton served as the chair to the European Union Council of Science and Electricity. The organization responsible for making every major grid level decision about electricity. it was Van Delton who came up with the idea for the safety plug that they had began to use in germany, a self retracting electrical plug that would only let its conductive prongs out for a specific outlet. Regarded as the safest electrical cord in the world the Van Delton plug in short called the Delton connector was beginning to be used around the world in high voltage applications. It would soon become the de-facto plug on just about anything that ran at mains voltage. T plugs were being phased out in Britain for the Delton plug, America had already began moving high voltage to Delton plugs. He was a far relative of the Delton family, in the bloodline of the Van's. a large family group that spread dozens of generations and had bloodlines tracing to the 1200s. He was astonished when he saw the presentation about the plug by Harris Van Delton, one of the Deltons youngest. Harris was a short black man and he was clearly presenting it to show the colleges status as a beacon of knowledge and innovation. After the presentation finished Mr. Ludwig returned to the podium and said "Everyone please proceed to the buses for escort to the Ludwig estate for post graduation ceremonies." Ryle stood up quickly excited, knowing that it was on the yacht that he would get the keys to take off the suit. Ryle had completely forgotten about the collar and the folder with his certificate inside and presumably the key to the collar. He couldn't open it now, as he walked to the bus the NBC cameras continued to roll. He was outright embarrassed to be shuffling along in a 30 pound leather suit and a near 3 pound leather collar. He was happy to get to the door of the bus, the scent of leather was outright overpowering at this point. The bus, his suit, his collar, everything smelled of leather. He sat down on the seat with a placard on it "Reserved - Ryle Van Howard" He held the placard over the window. Mr. Ludwig stepped onto Ryle's bus.
Following Mr. Ludwig was Van Delton. Ryle sunk into his seat trying to hide himself. He pulled the collar of the leather suit trying to pull it over his head and blend in with the leather seat. It was of no use, it was tightly locked against his neck snugly. Not one person on the bus said a word. Mr. Ludwig gave the driver the cue and the bus lurched forward. Ryle looked out the windows in amazement as he saw the motorcade go out of the prestigious gates of the university. As soon as they touched the public road the sirens of the police bikes roared to life. Traffic ground to a standstill, people honked their horns, others took pictures and waved. It was a momentous occasion. The high honors class motorcade was one of Torontos most photographed events. Very few people knew where the Ludwig estate was and the motorcade was part of what kept it shrouded in secrecy. They sped down the roads at speeds faster than an ambulance with someone dying in back. It was all to keep the Ludwig estate protected and to keep the now phenoms of the world protected from all harm whatsoever. The buses were armored and they quickly made their way to the gate of the estate. The large iron gates were swung open a few minutes early so the entire motorcade could speed inside and slow down upon the embankment of the pier. As soon as the last bus came in the gates were closed by two men in black suits. The sirens slowly stopped their wail. The lights kept flashing, the doors of the buses opened. Mr. Ludwig stepped off first directing Harris to get off second, Van Delton was followed only by Ryle. To great embarrassment as a news helicopter hovered above. Ryle shrieked “Isn’t this place supposed to be secret?” Mr. Ludwig said chuckling “That’s not a news chopper its mine. That chopper has recorded the high honor students embarking the yacht for the last 40 years of my service to the university. Not a damn soul knows where this estate is. Not a damn soul lives within 10 miles of here. It’s foggy too. There’s only but a mile of visibility.” Ryle sighed a breath of release and relaxation knowing that it was for the colleges official use only. Something that would likely end up deep beneath the earth in the colleges archives on a film cassette. Likely to never be seen by a living soul except for the deans who serve ahead of him and their progenies. The graduation archive tapes were in and of themselves a prestigious item. Very few people knew of them. Ryle learned of them through Dave, during their many talks about the Ludwig estate, the yacht and the college. Ryle stepped off the bus and followed the students from the other buses, Mr. Ludwig had sent them ahead of the highest honor bus to throw off anyone possibly looking to single out the most valuable students. There were men in black suits everywhere. Ryle wondered if he would blend in with them. He stepped aside and hid in a bush and cried to himself “I cant get on that yacht again, I blacked out on that yacht, I’m gonna end up doing it again and I’ll surely never get the key to this suit!” Mr. Ludwig poked his head into the bush and laughed in Ryle’s face “On the yacht with you! Can’t have a Van legacy student go missing!” He grabbed Ryle’s hand and held onto Harris’s hand leading the two onto the yacht. His progenies, the universities two most accomplished students. Ryle wondered in his head if he would revolutionize electricity one day. He let the dreaminess of innovation take his mind off the fact that he was stepping onto the Ludwig yacht encumbered by 33 pounds of leather. He climbed the tall ramp up to the yacht and was handed an envelope by Eric who shook his hand and said “It is an honor to have you back aboard my ship, no need to worry about blacking out this time. I fixed the bug in the robots, it was a mistake to program them to serve unlimited drinks so they now have face recognition and they also are AI equipped to detect when someone has had enough to drink.” Ryle sighed heavily and said “Well that’s a relief. I wasn’t planning on getting hammered again on this boat anyway. Once is enough.” Eric broke out hysterically and said “Bull! Getting hammered on the yacht is one of the best things to do! But I can’t have the Van family losing brain cells, I’ll be getting hammered while you all enjoy the cruise.” Ryle stammered “c. c. c. cruise!? What! I thought this was just a yacht party and I’d go home. Where’s Dave?!” He opened the folder to find a note where the key was “Ha ha, you think you’re ever getting off that yacht. You won’t be getting off that yacht or out of that leather suit until you innovate! -Mr. Ludwig” He growled for a few seconds and then again let the calming effect of the heavy leather take him to another place in his mind. He settled onto one of the deck chairs and said to himself “Welp, at least this is a huge ship, I’m sure there’ll be plenty of places for me to hide and do my work unencumbered by people staring at me in this hot leather suit and collar.” A year later they returned to the Ludwig Port. Ryle had spent most of his time in his stateroom aboard the ship, sweating and swearing under his breath at Ludwig, Dave, and Eric. They had all worked together to entrap him in a leather suit. It was one of the biggest pranks of the college and was reserved for the highest honor students. THE SUIT was a true torture as well. Even though they returned to port, without a major invention under his belt Ryle was told by Mr. Ludwig “You can have the keys to that suit, in a few decades from now when you do something about the microcontroller problems in the world. So far nobody has figured out how to make one small enough to fit into clothing. I’ll cut you a deal, you get out of that suit if you can create a way for a piece of clothing to detect a persons heart rhythm and deliver lifesaving shock all without weighing more than 5 pounds.” Ryle ran back up onto the ships ramp and slammed the main deck door running down to his stateroom “I’m never leaving this yacht then! I’ll work on this yacht then!” Eric pounded on the door chuckling “You’ll just become like me! A yacht boy, only a lot sweatier and leather covered! Stay in there all you want!” Mr. Ludwig’s voice was not too far away, he shouted “You can stay and work on the ship with Eric then, but I tell you now, I hope you enjoy the five year voyage around and around the world going in circles collecting data with him about the seabed. Have fun on your long term sonar voyage you two!” He left, the ships engines roared to life as they pulled away. Ryle looked out of the portal window in his stateroom, he let a small smile onto his face and said “I suppose I could get used to this. A private workroom for five years, a place to do my science.” It was a few years later when he had mastered the invention or so he thought. He went to show it to Eric who lead him down a flight of stairs to a room filled with people suffering from various ailments. He said “Put it on that man over there, his heart will give out any day, we’ve given him a pass to this ship so he may live his final days in paradise.” Sure enough the mans heart gave out in the middle of the night one night, Ryle’s computer beeped wildly in his room, he stared at the waveform go flat and then suddenly jump back around the screen. Eric burst through the door “Dude, you did it, you just cardioverted that guy!” Ryle said “But the device is a pound heavier than it should be, I fudged the weight on the scale.” Eric said to him “To hell with the scale but at the same time, to the bottom of the sea do your keys go!” He ran down the hall with Ryle chasing him, he stormed out of the main deck door and threw the keys into the abyss of the blue ocean. Ryle ran and leaned over the guard rail looking down as Eric pulled him back and said “Don’t do that on my ship! You’ve just created a lifesaving machine, you’re a Van family member, this is almost as big as the Van Delton plug. This machine will be worn by cardiac patients across the world! And you are the leather clad man who will present it, for the rest of your life, in that leather suit, that you invented it wearing.” Ryle was sweating heavily, he was excited and hot. Eric shouted “Ava, grab him a tonic water, on the rocks.” One of the barmaid robots whirred to life and came rushing into the hallway pouring the drink as it rolled in front of Eric. The robot spoke in a cheerful female voice “Your drink sir Ryle” He grabbed the water off of the robots platter and stammered “uh, uh, uhm, thank you.” The robot replied “My pleasure to serve the finest of students aboard the Ludwig yacht. Enjoy your stay.” Ryle guzzled down the drink. He felt the cooling chill travel through his body, he said stammering again “Uh, Uh, Ava, Can I get another.” Eric said laughing “You’ve not been around AI robots much have you. Just talk to her like she’s a bar staff woman. She’s damn near sentient. I just have to work on finalizing the certification of her self sentience software and make sure that theres no way she can breach the three laws of robotics and then Ava’s will flood the markets across the world preparing drinks and food for people.” The robot quickly poured another drink, in a taller glass. It spoke toward Ryle directly this time “I’ve given you the biggest glass I carry, hopefully this will keep you cool.” Eric walked Ryle back to his state room and said “Well, you’ve done it. You’re a Van legacy now. Forever in leather and forever famous for inventing a defibrillator thats embedded into a suit jacket!”
Desperate for fresh air in the stinky confines of Ana’s PVC sack Erica pressed her arms against the plastic. Ana had locked her inside and threw the key in the bottom of the sack telling her “Get the key if you want to get out or I’m gonna lay on top of you slowly pressing the air out til you can’t move and you’re sucking the dirty PVC into your throat as you black out. When you wake up you’ll be licking my suit clean after you lick that sack clean. I’ll unlock it and you’ll have a small gap in the zipper to get air so you don’t black out as you spend days wiggling about in the sticky plastic licking every inch clean all while I wear this silver sweat suit and stink it up with my sticky pasty sweat before pulling it over your head and making you lick every inch clean before I let more than your head out of that sack.” By the time Erica grabbed the key it was too late, Ana climbed on top of her and pressed her face down into the mucky plastic coated in the slime of her sweat. Ana held her down harshly and said “Come on, all you gotta do is push me off and then you can stick the key through the opening in the zipper!” As Erica struggled Ana stood up and then stomped on the back of her head and held her down under her feet pulling a heavy 200 pound blanket filled with sand over her. She unzipped the sack after using her master key and let her head come out before zipping it tightly around her neck. She was harshly flattened under the weight of the blanket and whimpered from the brutal steamy sticky heat around her. Ana pulled her suit off, as she pulled the cuffs open on it sweat poured out of it. She made sure to let the sweat flow right onto Erica’s face laughing at her before she threw the suit over her head and then rubbed it into her face harshly “I can lay here rubbing my dirty suit against your face all weekend, if you don’t lick it clean by Monday I can just leave you here, crushed flat under that blanket trapped in that hot sack with my dirty suit over your face!”
Erica begged for release, Ana told her that she would only get out by licking her way out. She pressed the suit into her mouth and said “If you don’t want to lick it clean I suppose you can drink all the sweat out of it this way!” She forced more and more of the thin PVC into her mouth, filling her cheeks, gagging her harshly, she wrapped duct tape around her mouth pressing the suit tightly into her mouth and said giggling “I didn’t think I could fit my entire suit in your mouth, you’re a big mouthed lady Erica!” Erica grunted and gagged. Ana walked out and returned the next day pulling the blanket off of her and tossing the key into the sack “You can figure out how to unlock the zipper yourself Erica!” to make things harder Ana told Erica that she only had a half hour before timed winches would pull the heavy blanket back over her and pin her underneath it. Erica had the key in the lock as the winches turned on. She shrieked desperately. Ana came running in and grinned “Remember that cake I gave you? That wasn’t no ordinary cake. You can’t suffocate or starve for a whole weeks time. When it wears off I’ll let you out of there if you haven’t figured your way out on your own. But if I have to rescue you, you’ll be glued into my silver PVC suit forever!” Erica wiggled and tried to get the key to turn the lock but she became trapped as the blanket pulled over her head and then settled across the sides of the bed flattening her. She wiggled helplessly under the heavy weight, eventually Ana heard the telltale click of the lock opening and then there was the slow hours long show of listening to the rippling sound of her slowly opening the zipper a few inches before exhausting herself under the weight. After nearly four days trapped in the plastic cocoon Erica slowly crawled out from under the heavy blanket. Ana said to her “You escaped on your own, but I’m still gonna glue you into my silver suit!” She grabbed onto Erica as she dashed for the door and forced her arms into the suit, Erica put her legs into the suit knowing that she could end up back in the sack crushed under the blanket if she didn’t obey Mistress Ana. Ana zipped the suit closed and locked the collar around her neck. She took the only key to the suit and dragged Erica by the chain attached to her collar to the utility room. Ana smashed the key with a hammer and then tossed it through an opening in the furnace and said “Turn the heat on computer!” The furnace made a loud flaming sound. The crackling of the key could be heard as it burned up. Erica was now truly forever sealed in the suit. Ana filled the lock with superglue and said “I know you might try to have a locksmith work on it, but know this. You can’t. That lock is glued shut forever, filled with glue. You’re forever a plastic lady now!”
Given a drink so she couldn’t starve or suffocate Alana was invited by Master Karl to get into his vacbed, before he zipped it closed over her he tied her up with many tight ropes giggling as she squirmed helplessly. She said to him “This vacbed is much bigger than normal.” He folded the heavy rubber over her and zipped it shut. She screamed as she felt it cling to her face, he pressed it over her mouth and nose saying into her ears “No breathing holes, I’d squirm really hard if you want to get free of those ropes, though I don’t think escaping will be possible!” He turned on the vacuum and Alana screamed as the latex forced its way into her mouth gagging her, the latex sucked down so tight she could only weakly twitch and cry. Master Karl pressed a switch on the wall and the vacbed lowered into the floor before carpeting slid over it. He jumped on top and invited his friends to dance in his dungeon. Alana could only be heard whimpering helplessly in her new eternal rubber cocoon. Master Karl occasionally hoisted the bed up and showed her to his friends telling them how long she had been in her permanent rubbery cocoon, the times she was lifted out of the ground the only time she saw light through the latex, seeing the men laughing at her knowing that she had been trapped by Karl’s special potion and vacbed. It was decades later when Karl raised the vacbed out of the floor and said to Alana “I’ll let you out of that tight sticky rubbery cocoon, if you can escape the ropes.” He turned off the vacuum pump and the rubber loosened around her. Alana struggled fiercely, the rope having soaked in her sweat for so much time had become weaker, she snapped the ropes holding her arms behind her back and wiggled her arms and hands around, Karl said to her as he unzipped the vacbed “Now you still have to break free of the ropes around your legs, I’ll leave you to it. You should remember how you got in the dungeon from the front room, I’ll meet you out there for some food before I let you truly leave my dungeon.” Hours later Alana emerged from the dungeon room, her hair dripping with sweat and stuck to her back down to her chest, she stumbled her way into the front room where Karl had coffee and drinks set out on the table. Alana grabbed a glass of water and Karl laughed under his breath. She shrunk no larger than a small doll and he picked her up and carried her back into the dungeon tossing her face first into the vacbed before turning the power on as she squirmed around with him zipping it closed around her. Flattened out of sight under the heavy rubber Karl said to her as he lowered the bed into the floor “You’re gonna be laid on top of by all my other playmates and squashed mercilessly under that sticky rubber for the rest of eternity now. Should have taken the coffee instead of the water laced with shrink potion!” A few days later Karl invited his mate Martin to have fun in his vacbed, Martin was a large man and always wore heavy rubber, Alana’s tiny squeaks became tiny groaning screams as she was brutally squashed under Martins 300 pound body. It only became tighter when Karl turned the vacbed on. Martin laughed and said “Think I hear something squeaking other than rubber.” Karl said to him casually “Yeah, that’s Alana, she drank the wrong glass and now she’s forever trapped in the rubber. I slathered it with superglue before I tossed her in there. Now that it’s all dried, she is forever stuck face first sucking on sweaty sticky rubber!” Martin became scared as Karl lowered the bed into the floor, he panicked and wiggled around pulling at the latex desperate for air. Karl yelled “You can’t suffocate dude, I’ll let you out of there tomorrow!” Martin screamed and cried before going quiet hearing Karl walk out of the room and chain the door shut. He returned the next day and raised the bed from the floor, Martin crawled out shaking with excitement “That was the scariest yet most arousing latex fun I ever had.” Karl said to him “Then I’ve done my job the right way, it’s not done right if you aren’t wondering if you will suffocate!”
Martin looked in the vacbed and saw Alana, right under where his back was, flattened. He said to Karl “She still alive? Or did I crush her?” Karl poked at Alana and she squirmed and whimpered, the two laughed lightly and Karl said “Yeah, she can’t ever die, she will forever stay glued into that smelly sticky latex, hopefully you won’t end up like her!” Martin walked out with Karl and he drank from the same water, it had no effect on him. He left the dungeon and Karl walked back into the back room laying on the vacbed after zipping it closed and turning it on just to crush Alana in the sweaty slimy rubber saying quietly “I hope you like your new eternal life rubber slut! You will never get free from the slimy sweaty crushing latex confines that you are laying in!”
Martin was locked in the rubber straitjacket for the weekend, in his PVC pants was a sludgy mess of piss and cum. The jacket dripped sweat on the pants constantly as he struggled. Master Alex pulled out a gas mask with a thin hose and forced it onto Martins head, he zipped it shut and locked the zipper throwing it inside the straitjacket. He pushed the thin breathing tube down the front of the jacket and said removing his locking ankle restraints “You best squirm til the key comes out the bottom of those pants or you’ll slowly black out breathing the mindbending sweaty rubbery piss & cum filled stench under that jacket.” Martin weakly stood up and struggled until he reached exhaustion, the key stuck in the crotch of the pants with his bulging erection pressing it against the plastic. Alex laughed at him and said “No way to get that key past those crotch straps, guess you’ll be stuck in there til the backup key thaws from the block of ice in the basement.” He sat his phone in front of Martin with a live camera in the basement showing a one foot thick block of ice, the key suspended in the middle and walked out of the room saying “Give a hollar when it thaws, until then you stay breathing that hot wet nasty jacket and sauna pants!” Martin cried and yelled “I’m gonna puke it stinks so bad!” Alex pulled the zipper on the gasmask and said “You best keep it down because there’s no getting that mask off without the key!” Martin knew it was hopeless, for a block of ice that large to thaw would take days. He only had the hot sweaty air inside the jacket to breathe and was quickly running out of air. Alex looked at him as he begged for air with pleading eyes “Just struggle more, that’ll move fresh air into the jacket. As for when you fall asleep? You’ll be awoken by the suffocating stench eventually and have to squirm for more air!” Martin went silent as Alex left the room, he had desired a long and brutal session in his rubber straitjacket but he wasn’t expecting Master Alex to force him to breathe from inside of it for days. The weekend passed and Martin was starving for food and needed water, Master Alex came into the room with the key giggling as he looked at Martin weakly writhing on the floor desperate for air, the gasmask sucking tight against his face with each breath, the tube down the front of his jacket blocked with the rubber and plastic as he squirmed pushing it deeper and eventually sealing it off with the rubber. Alex quickly unlocked the gasmask and gave Martin a drink of cold water and gave him food before walking out leaving the heavy jacket still locked on him. His phone buzzed and the notification said “Ha ha, you thought that was the key for all the locks? That was just to the gasmask, the keys for the jacket are in the mail coming over from Germany. You stay trapped in that rubbery tight sticky jacket til it arrives. I’ll be back to give you food and water later.” Martin cried loudly, Alex came into the room and put a large ball gag into his mouth, he cinched it down tight forcing his mouth open wide and then locked it on. He went back into the basement and tossed the key into a jar, the clock on the jar was set for 12 hours. Alex sent another message “Because you won’t keep quiet you will stay gagged at all times until the keys arrive from Germany. You’ll have the gag taken off once every 12 hours for food and drink and then be gagged up tightly again. This is how you will stay for the rest of the month!” Days were brutal, sat in Alex’s spare bedroom with floor to ceiling windows directly in the sun he was literally being cooked in the jacket and pants. The heat of the sun made him wonder if the rubber would fuse to his skin. Night time was the closest time to relaxing he would get, still trapped in the sticky thick jacket he would lean over onto the pillow of the sofa and soak everything in sweat. The sweaty stench close to his face made him struggle and wiggle his way away but he would only land on the floor in a large rubber sack. Alex returned in the morning, giving Martin his food and drink.
The large sack that Martin laid inside of was zipped closed by Alex, he said to Martin “This sack will contain all your sweat and piss. You’ve been eating a special food so you don’t need to poop anymore. Not til you’re released a few weeks from now.” He shoved the phone into the sack in front of Martins eyes and said “This is your only connection to the outside world until that package comes. As for when it’s coming, I’m not sure. They just scanned it onto a boat in Ireland, so I can only assume it’s about a week away.” Martin shrieked as the light disappeared from outside, the zipper was fully closed. He breathed heavily the hot rubbery air in the sack. Lucky for him the zipper is breathable but unfortunately for him every smell in the sack will only get stronger, especially as he sits in the hot sunlight squirming for freedom. He lost track of time locked within the black slimy rubber cocoon. His only reminder of time was the twelve hour timer on the phone beeping letting him know before Alex would open the sack and give him his food and water before zipping him up again. The rest of his time was sealed in the slimy darkness. He was excited when he saw the phone buzz and looked at it seeing the FedEx logo show up “Package on vehicle for delivery” Martin cried out loudly, Alex came over and said stepping on the bag pressing his foot into Martins chest “You’re excited to be getting out of this dark rubbery trap aren’t you. Yet you should know that for each droplet of cum I find encrusted in those sauna pants, you’ll be spending another week wearing your full sauna suit! I’ll just assume you’ve orgasmed a lot from the pleasured shrieks I have heard over the weeks. You’ll be wearing that smelly suit for weeks, maybe months.” Martin went silent, he knew that Alex was an extreme rubber master and when he signed his consent agreement to be a member of the rubber dungeon that he would have to obey his every order. Hours later knocking was heard at the door and a thump was heard. Martin knew that the package arrived. Alex walked in chuckling “Ha, this isn’t your keys. This is my box of chocolates I ordered from Germany. Your keys must be on another truck.” Martin unable to touch the phone could only await another text. He stared at it, the phones sleep mode turned off and the screen set at its dimmest setting giving off a faint eerie glow. He could only see the shiny rubber and the phones Lock Screen showing all the notifications of the text messages and the FedEx app. He wondered if the key was on a evening truck. He wondered if the key would come at all. He fell asleep and in his sleep Alex pulled the key from one of the truffles he was eating shrieking “Dammit Dave! When I said hide the keys with the chocolates I didn’t mean put it in the damn chocolate!” Alex walked into the room where Martin was awoken by his yelling. Martin huffed and panted crying “freedom, finally, I thought there was no key at all!” Alex grinned looking at his face as he unzipped the thick rubber sack “Exactly what I wanted you to think. I wanted you to think you were permanently trapped in that jacket and those pants, forever to be a rubber slave. My trick worked well on you! You’re shaking with fear.” Martin shivered in excitement as Alex slowly unlocked the locks. Sweat flooded into the large sack, Alex pulled the jacket off of Martin throwing his sauna shirt into the bottom of the sack and putting his foot on it rubbing it in the filth saying “Now put it on, and wear it for the next year.” Martin had no choice, he couldn’t stand up from the sack with the way the zipper was opened only enough to let his upper body out. His hips were too wide to fit through the opening and he was still weak from the long time in the rubber jacket. He pulled the slimy wet shirt over his head. Alex helped force it over his body and then pulled out a tube of glue. He slathered the glue on the shirt and pants gluing them together. Martin screamed “Dude, that’s superglue! The vinyl will fuse together forever!” Alex said to Martin “Be glad I didn’t glue the collar then”
Martin asked Alex how he would get out and Alex pulled the dungeon agreement out pointing to the bottom line “Rubber slave who signs this form agrees to any form of permanent clothing be it rubber or PVC” Alex said “You dont. Unless you want to take the scissors to that rare adidas sauna suit that they don’t make anymore. Your choice. Remain forever encapsulated in your favorite rare PVC suit or slice it off of yourself. Either way you’re stuck with it on you. Even if you cut it all off you’ll forever have that telltale black waistband of the shirt and pants glued to your skin never to come off. Everyone who ever sees you topless will know you’re a PVC slave!”
Martin refused to destroy his favorite suit. He lived the rest of his life in its sweaty smelly grip. His wife could only laugh at him when he had returned home weeks later after leaving her a note that he would be checking out a bondage club. She said to him “I’ll make sure you never get a chance to cut that suit off!” walking into her walk in closet. She emerged with locking cuffs made of heavy metal and closed them around his ankles and hands. She then pulled out a metal belt and fastened it around his hips before pulling a thick rubber collar around his neck tight. On the front hung a dog tag “PVC slave. Created by Master Alex, kept my Mistress Lissa.” He asked loudly “When will you unlock these! I have to take this suit off one day!” Lissa said “nonsense. You can force water under it to stay clean. You can stay in that suit the rest of your life plastic slave!” Martin ran off into the kitchen, he looked for a screwdriver and grabbed one from under the sink. He tried to pick at the locks and the cuffs but the key holes were smaller than usual. Lissa walked in laughing at him “Those key holes are designed for a special pin key. It’s as small as a needle. You’ll never pick those locks open. And if I find you rummaging in my closet I’ll have you sealed away in the big black rubber sack forever!” Martin went to work hiding his suit under his blazer and formal pants. He couldn’t hide the smell of sweaty PVC yet his boss just ignored it and looked at him almost laughing through his eyes knowing exactly what had happened. A week later he went into his office and noticed the nameplate on his desk changed “PLASTIC MAN MARTIN” even his boss was in on the demented permanent trap. Martin had no hope of being released from the suit. He eventually caved in and started waiting for an opening to get into Lissa’s closet while she was away. He waited one day outside of her room for her to go cook dinner and he walked in sneakily, only to feel a warm dripping slime coming from the ceiling over him. The slime covered every inch of him before quickly solidifying petrifying him locking him in position. Lissa laughed from across the house as he screamed bubbly screams. “Just as I predicted. Now you’re forever a rubber object encased in liquid latex!” She walked in and nudged him making him fall over onto her rubber covered bed face first. He sank into the thick puffy rubber blanket. She wrapped him in it and used rubber glue to glue it shut and said “Now you don’t have to worry about work or going anywhere anymore. You’re a rubber wrapped object now!” She stuffed a black pull into his mouth before folding the thick blanket over his head and sealing it shut with glue. She then pulled him off of the bed and dragged him into the closet, she zipped him into the large black rubber sack and then locked it closed throwing the key inside “If you ever figure out how to break free from the liquid latex, you can toss the key out of the bag and I’ll release you. But glued inside of that thick blanket, immobilized in liquid latex. I think you’re never going to escape!” Martin went silent, he knew it was over. He was trapped forever, forever enslaved to breathe slimy sweaty rubber and squirm in its puffy grip. Lissa kissed him through the bag “I’ll come in here to kiss you and crush you and have fun with you my rubber punching bag!” She then harshly trampled him and kicked him around. He could barely feel anything but the intense pressure of her trampling squeezing him. He knew that he had in a matter of a single dungeon visit had been reduced from a man to a punching bag for his wife.
Jake laughed as Ryan took photos of him, he walked up to Ryan grabbed his phone and tossed it on the floor, smashing it under his foot. Ryan yelled “Dude, what the hell!” Jake pointed at the corner of the room at a sign reading “No cameras, no exceptions!” Jake wrapped Ryan in a bearhug and said “So, you like taking photos of guys in sweat soaked gym clothes huh?” Ryan looked at him nervously, he had never been held by a man as strong as Jake. His muscles were like chains attached to a winch slowly tightening around him. Ryan could smell the strong salty sweat off Jakes chest. Jake said to Ryan slowly pressing him closer as he started to shake his head “You’re gonna suck my shirt dry, or I’m going to make you smother unconscious in my wet pecs.” Ryan yelled “Please, it’s so salty and stinky, I won’t come back with the camera again!” Jake grinned and said quietly in his ear “Too late bro, once you get wrapped in my arms the only way out is to suck my shirt clean or pass out!” He clenched his muscles tight, quickly smashing Ryan into his pecs muffling his next words reducing them to bubbling screams “I’ve about had enough of you trying to argue you deserve to bring a camera in here and get away with taking photos of me. You can start tonguing my shirt now. That is unless you want to try breathing through it and my wet pecs til you’re unconscious in my arms.” Ryan made bubbly crying sounds as Jake squeezed him harder and harder. Ryan worried Jake would crush his skull began tonguing his shirt. It was a nasty salty musky taste. Jake laughed knowing that he had Ryan licking his weeks unwashed gym shirt, he grinned when he felt him start sucking on it and heard him gulping down the sticky slimy sweat. Jake said to him a whisper in his ear “Just keep sucking on it and you won’t black out.” He whimpered desperately, he could barely breathe and was on the edge of consciousness. Weak and unable to struggle against his tight grip he could only wiggle his arms and kick his feet around as Jake lifted him off the ground, Jake squeezed him harder Ryan whimpered in pain as he felt his skull about to burst. Jake let Ryan drop to the floor, he crawled around weakly, face dripping and shiny with sweat. He pulled his gym shirt off and wrapped it tightly creating a rope from it. He pulled it around Ryan’s neck and choked him with it, as he was choking him Jason came over and pulled Jakes gym shorts off and covered Ryan’s head with them. Jake said to Ryan, I’m gonna keep you here gripped tight by the neck with my wet shirt against your neck as you suck on the smell of my shorts. When you have breathed them for an hour you’ll have my gym shirt. You stare at it so much I may as well let you wear it out of the gym and keep it. Jason walked over behind Jake and pulled out a bottle of superglue, he handed it to Jake who quickly let Ryan drop to the floor weakened by the choking grip. He pulled his shirt over Ryan’s head and glued it around his forehead sealing him into the sweaty thin fabric, he then glued it to his chest and said “If you want to eat or drink, just pour it down the collar of my shirt. You’ll never get that off your head and if you tear it off I’ll know because I see you here at the gym frequently.” Ryan whimpered and said “It smells so much in here and it’s wet, I can barely see anything!” Jake laughed and said “Well then, I’m glad you live in the big apartments across the street. Won’t be hard for you to get home and back to the gym. I’ve got glue remover, I’ll let you free from my shirt when you show me a jug of your cum. An entire milk jug filled to the top from smelling my stinky gym shirt! Until then? All you will breathe and see is my dirty wet shirt!” Ryan walked out of the gym awkwardly, his head covered in the dripping wet smelly shirt. He slowly made his way across the street and walked into his apartment, people in the hall stared and held their noses without saying a word. The smell was strong and Ryan wondered if he would ever be able to make a gallon of cum come out of himself from the stench of Jakes shirt.
I will be scarce if at all on here til after Easter Sunday. I’m taking some time to have 100% focus on family gatherings and also have quit Cannabis. Stay well and have a safe and happy Easter (DONT DRIVE ON SUBSTANCES! CALL AN UBER OR LYFT!)
Jason walked into the padded cell where he had left Ryan the entire night. Ryan was weakly struggling, sloppy slurping sounds came from within the jacket and his hood. Jason put his foot on Ryan’s chest and mercilessly tightened the arm straps, he then pushed Ryan onto his face and held him down as he pulled the rubber jacket as tight as it would go. Jason said to Ryan “No air holes, just whatever comes between the jacket and your pants. It must be hell in there.” The sloppy bubbling sounds became bubbling whimpering breaths. Jason pressed Ryan against the floor pads and pulled chains out from beneath them, he attached another floor pad to the chains, he tightened them smashing Ryan beneath. He pulled Ryan’s legs together and ziptied them closed, he then used zipties to lock the chains shut. He left the room and said “That soda you drank? You won’t starve or suffocate, welcome to the ultimate escape room. If you can escape the crushing tight chains and that jacket along with the airless hood you can go home. If not then you will remain here eternally squirming trapped in the padded cell suffering in the nasty sticky stinking rubber as it forever remains on your body filling with sweat & filth. Your choice and chance. Jason walked out and locked the door shut tossing the key inside, he yelled walking away “Subject 4273 is in long term storage!” Ryan squirmed, he cried and wondered if anyone would hear him. He knew his screams were nothing but bubbling sounds as he surrendered to the rubber around him, he drifted in and out of reality only to awaken occasionally to squirm and realize he is still trapped in the slimy sludgy prison of the nasty hood and jacket pressed harshly under the pad & chains. One day years later he heard Jason yell “You’re still under there? By now you should have escaped, the zipties holding everything closed are pretty cheap, you don’t struggle hard enough!” Ryan struggled as hard as he could but after the years of weakly squirming under the pads in the heavy rubber he couldn’t break the zipties. Jason walked into the room using a spare key to unlock the door, he sat on top of Ryan and said “Struggle, break those zipties or I’m gonna squash you til you black out!” Ryan screamed as he felt the painful pressure of Jason sitting on the back of his head. He couldn’t breathe, yet even with the substance to prevent suffocation he was suffering, and has been. He cried as he broke the zipties and pushed Jason off of him kneeling in the middle of the room. Jason told Ryan to find the keys for his straitjacket and the straps on his legs. He found them in the corner of the room where he was laying for days when he visited Jason’s bondage dungeon years ago. He thought he would never get free of the rubbery prison he was flattened within. Jason slowly pulled the straps off of Ryan’s legs, Ryan immediately bulged in his rubber suit. Jason told Ryan “I might have loosened up the straps, but you’ve got to get out of that jacket yourself.” Ryan made the faint bubbling cries he did in the hood with no holes the whole time he was trapped. Jason knew he would be struggling for hours and sat on the floor across the room, he pulled his phone out and filmed hours of him slowly struggling and wiggling his way out of the jacket, the sweaty rubber was a refreshing feel to Ryan as he pulled his head out of the hood into the chest of the jacket, he didn’t care that the air was hot and salty with sweat. He heaved breaths of air and went limp on the floor for several minutes, Jason pulled the rubber straitjacket off of Ryan and said to him “See what happens when you ask for the longest most extreme rubber session possible?” Ryan grinned with his crotch twitching and bulging and walked out of Jason’s dungeon room. He was given a glass of water by Jason and then he received an envelope. It was black and shiny plastic. He tore it open in his car and the card inside read “If you are reading this you are a true rubber bondage elite. You are to appear at the following location for the final step of initiation.”
The location printed on the card was an old warehouse where Ryan once recognized a hardware supplier having their business. He drove to the abandoned warehouse, a small steel building, he opened the door next to the garage and walked inside, he was already trapped in the sheet of almost liquid like rubber as he tried to turn around and leave. Jason walked up to him and pulled him into the warehouse, the rubber sheet snapped free from the door and sealed shut around Ryan. Jason dragged Ryan squirming and screaming in the rubber sack to a darkened corner of the warehouse, he and a friend lifted Ryan into a large crate full of rubber and heavy workwear. Jason looked down at Ryan and said “If you can escape a self sealing rubber sack then you truly are the ultimate rubber escape artist. If not, then you’re the ultimate rubber slave because you’ll be alive forever squirming amongst the dirty work uniforms!” He let the lid of the box slam shut and walked away leaving him squirming in his new rubbery cocoon. Ryan yelled “Real funny let me out!” struggling within the sack. He realized he couldn’t suffocate, the substance he had been intoxicated with years ago was still in him and kept him fully immune to suffocating. He wasn’t starving either. Years passed, he had not a chance of escaping the sealed rubber sack. He got a chance of escaping during a very hot day when the rubber began to feel softer as it nearly melted around him but instead he was so exhausted from the heat of the rubber he only laid there weakly crying and struggling. A few decades later the building was sold by the bondage club that took it from the hardware supplier to a large company selling computers. The men came in to prepare the building for the company to move in and found the box with Ryan inside. Eric one of the movers looked at Ryan and pushed his key into the rubber trying to tear it. The rubber didn’t tears Ryan could barely feel the metal key pressing against his skin. Eric grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the rubber open at his feet, the hole was small. Eric said to Ryan “I don’t know what got you stuck in that sack or how long you’ve been in there but I’ve done the best I can you gotta crawl out through that small hole at your feet.” Ryan gagged as he pulled himself into a tight ball within the rubber sack. The smell was intense as he forced himself onto his belly and crawled slowly out of the sack. He got stuck with his neck in the rubber sack. Eric pulled him out of the sack and saw the black envelope and giggled saying “I know what that is. You’re truly the ultimate rubber slave!” Ryan grabbed at the zipper of his rubber catsuit expecting it to unzip but as soon as Eric had said the words his suits zipper disappeared. Eric said to Ryan “You’re not taking the rubber suit off. You’re wearing it forever. The only zipper on it is your crotch zipper.” Jason walked up behind Eric and jabbed Ryan with a syringe, reversing the effects of the previous substance. Ryan hungered, Eric and Jason took him to the front office of the warehouse where he had a meal with them. Ryan realized that second as they handed him his regular clothes and car keys that he wasn’t getting out of his rubber suit. He would be wearing it for the rest of his life.
Ana was scared, she could only wiggle her head huffing the smell of the thick PVC around her. Mistress kept wrapping belts around the PVC sack, she laughed as she wrapped one tightly around Ana’s neck and then over her head saying “You asked for this, permanent encasement in thick PVC!” She sat down after connecting three hoses to the sack, the top of the sack was squeezed closed by the sheer force of the vacuum as Mistress turned it on. Ana screamed in disbelief when she felt the plastic dripping in sticky glue brutally crush her, she inhaled to scream filling her mouth and nose with the glue soaked PVC as her lungs were sucked empty. Mistress laughed walking up to her wrapping the clear plastic sack in black rubber after several hours of watching her helplessly wiggle sucking on the plastic trying to make a scream but unable to make a sound, only able to realize she can’t suffocate, the special glue made it so she wouldn’t starve or suffocate. Wrapped in the black rubber Mistress released Ana from the suspension wires and laid her on the floor in a large box, she filled the box with her dirty old clothes and bolted the lid on further smashing her flat under her puffy dirty old winter jackets. It said on the outside “Plastic torture cocoon #351462 - For permanent storage” Ana knew Mistress was going to turn her into a true PVC slave, she didn’t expect Mistress to crush her cruelly within smelly PVC eternally. Ana could only wiggle feebly in her dark stinky tight eternal PVC cocoon as Mistress yelled from outside “Get me another sack and slave to seal inside! Ana needs to go to the basement to be kept with the others!” Ana couldn’t make a sound, she could only realize that she had been reduced to an object, a person buried alive. Later that night she heard the sound of cement splattering over the box, her worst fear had become reality, she was buried alive under the concrete basement floor, she will eternally lay in her sticky cocoon never to emerge again.
Master Alex invited Bradley to his apartment to have a day in rubber bondage. Bradley took up the invitation without hesitation. Master Alex handed Bradley a small red pill, he said it was a good idea to take so he wouldn't suffocate in all the rubber. Bradley knew Alex would be vacuum packing him in his vacbed, a special thick drysuit rubber model that would really crush him flat, squeeze the air out of him and possibly make him suffocate. The pill did far more than make him immune to suffocation though, Bradley was quickly transformed into a pair of red and black rubber shorts. Alex bent over and looked at Bradley pressing his face into the center of the shorts "Ha, with my dick crushing you from behind your face will show to everyone, you're forever trapped in my rubber shorts, embedded in the layers of rubber." Bradley squirmed weakly, he was glued inside of the rubber, the unusual transformation pill made him become entrapped between the two layers of rubber as they formed around him. Alex pulled on black jeans and put on a leather jacket saying "It'll be fun to see how the guys at the bar react to seeing a tiny man trapped in my shorts squirming eternally in a rubbery airless cocoon suffering unable to starve or suffocate nor be crushed." Bradley was suffering within minutes, as the days passed he lost sense of time and could only weakly wiggle in his permanent rubber cocoon. He knew that Alex was going to do something extreme, he didn't realize that the drysuit thickness vacbed that he would be crushed in would be a pair of voracious transformative shorts embedded in a pill disguised as an anti suffocation pill. Alex looked in his pants at Bradley wiggling and crying "If I could hear or understand those tiny squeaking bubbly cries, I might consider unshrinking you, but because they sound like happy bubbly cries of joy I'm gonna leave you trapped in that slimy rubber cocoon forever" Every few days Alex would tease Bradley, he was screaming "Get me out, It's sweaty and smelly in these things, really bad smelly!" To Alex it was nothing but squeaking bubbling sounds from his shorts. Alex wore Bradley for 50 years only taking him off to soak him in hot water before selling him to another man. He didn't tell the man about the tiny man trapped in the shorts, instead Alex sewed thick padding into the shorts, covering Bradley in the rubber pads sandwiching him, burying him within the pads before he glued the rubber layers together again. Bradley was nearly immobile, completely invisible and silenced. He would never be found by any new owner of the shorts, he was truly reduced from a man to nothing more significant than a crumb lodged within the layers of rubber. He would forever helplessly wiggle in the sticky smelly confines only occasionally seeing the light of the gay bar and other places as people pulled their pants off.
Max cried and squirmed his way into the overalls deeper, grabbing the key for his right arm. He took hours to wiggle his way out of the overalls and blacked out exhausted as he reached the chest of them, he laid breathing the sticky hot air within the overalls all night and into the mid day. Ryan awoke Max and said "You best get to digging your face into my stinky wetsuits. You only have til tomorrow morning to escape or you're gonna end up stuck in your wetsuit forever. I might untie you, but that zipper will be superglued closed and you can wear your favorite wetsuit forever!" Max squirmed his way out of the sticky overalls, he couldn't find the key amongst the dozens of dirty wetsuits. He wiggled his way between the suits deeper into the pile, he found himself wiggling his way into a thick wetsuit, it was still wet with sweat. Max found the final key within the suit and easily got it out as the sun set. Ryan laughed as he used the keys to unlock Max's arms and pulled the ratcheting belts off, he gave Max a hug and laughed "Dude, you seriously are a bondage lover. I never saw a guy make it through the sweaty bag challenge before, every other guy I've had to get them out before the weekend was up with the backup key." Max unzipped his wetsuit and pulled it over his head licking the inside clean, he gagged and said "Ugh, I do it for you because you told me I'd have to lick my suit clean!" Ryan wrapped his arm around Max's neck and squeezed him firmly, he laughed and said "My arm isn't coming off of your neck until you've licked it clean. Your FetLife said you like being choked, well I hope you like being choked for hours as you suck your suit dry!" Max gagged and cried out as Ryan massaged his neck, gripping him tightly then letting up and letting him breathe, he would randomly squeeze him until he squeaked and cried for air gurgling near blacking out. Ryan let Max drop to the floor and said "It's clean enough, and I have to work tomorrow."
Max gathered himself and said to Ryan "I had a great time with you, I'll be back to visit your dungeon again." Ryan grinned and said "Yeah, you will, let me help you with packing up your wetsuit." He walked out of the room with it and attached a indistinguishable self locking zipper to it. He handed it back to Max in his travel bag and sent him out the door with the key in his pocket chuckling to himself. As Max got into his car he texted him and said "I'll see you soon." Max went home and a few days later needed his wetsuit for a competition swim. He was finished swimming and went to pull his wetsuit off only to realize the zipper had locked shut. He grabbed his phone from his locker and texted Ryan "Real funny, where's the damn key?" Ryan texted him back "Oh, drat, I'm on vacation in Nashville. And it's in my pant pocket." Max was dripping in water and sweat, he knew that getting out of his suit would mean a drive to the local locksmith or cutting his new thousand dollar wetsuit to shreds. Max drove himself to the locksmith and the locksmith greeted him biting his lips trying to avoid laughing. The locksmith said to him "Seem's you have a suitable problem for me to fix." Max chuckled sarcastically and said "Don't make any punny jokes man, I've been in this suit for, you don't wanna know how long." The locksmith went silent and picked the lock open, he let Max leave and said "No charge, it's on the house, I've never had to free a man from a locked wetsuit before, I have to admit I was amused to see you walk through my door dripping wet." Max looked at him beet red embarrassed and walked out getting in his car, he texted Ryan "I had to go to the locksmith." Ryan texted pictures of him back from the security cameras "I know, locksmith is a friend of mine. I totally got you good with that locking zipper!" Max laughed and drove home knowing to expect Ryan to do crazy things with locking clothes knowing his friend is a locksmith. He waited excitedly for his next adventure in bondage.
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