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Rubberslut

Chapter 2 — Leatherslut

Having just finished his final semester of college, Paul found himself with nothing to do and no one to do it with for a few weeks. All of his friends had gone home after the semester and he was about the only person left around campus. His parents were on an extended cruise so going home would be just as boring. He passed time by going to the gym and trying to stay fit. Paul considered himself pretty average looking, being 6′ tall, 185lbs, lightly tanned with a youthful face (he was 24 but could pass for 18) and vibrant, light green eyes. He kept his light brown hair buzzed and short and liked to keep himself as clean and smooth as possible … this included his face, arms, armpits, chest, crotch and legs. Some of his ex-girlfriends thought his obsession with smoothness was a little strange but he never had any sexual complaints; he certainly knew how to use his thick 8″ cock to its full potential. During this stretch of boredom and loneliness he found himself masturbating more than he had since middle school. Paul usually just used the internet for porn but on this particular Friday he was craving more than the usual 5 minute video that became too pixilated to watch full screen. After a quick check of the phone book he saw an ad for a new 24 hour store in town called X-mart so he decided to get in his car and check the place out. When Paul walked in the store the first thing he noticed is that he was the only person in the store other than a guy at the register and another guy who appeared to be stocking bondage equipment in a corner. This put Paul at ease since he was already a little nervous even going to the store. Even if the town was almost empty, the last thing he wanted was to be seen checking out porn by himself at 1am on a Friday night. While he was looking over all the DVDs he couldn’t help but get the feeling that the two men in the store were watching him. Every time he looked toward either the man at the register or the man stocking equipment they seemed occupied with whatever they were doing but whenever he looked away he could almost feel them studying him. Paul told himself he was just nervous being in the store and convinced himself he was being paranoid … why would these guys be watching him? They were just doing their jobs and probably didn’t even notice him.

After a few minutes Paul noticed that he felt a little odd, almost like he was daydreaming. He shrugged the feeling off, figuring he was just spacing out from trying to read so many DVD titles so closely together. He took a few deep breathes to relax and try to clear his mind but he found that after each deep breathe he felt even foggier and more detached. After a few more minutes his mind wasn’t even processing the titles in front of him anymore. In fact, he was having a hard time focusing on anything. Without noticing, he had stopped walking down the aisles and was just staring at the rack of movies in front of him. For a brief moment Paul realized how relaxed and dazed he was but right as he started to think something was wrong, right before he could attempt to snap himself out of it, his mind completely fogged up. Every time he tried to focus on something or even remember what he was doing his mind would drift and fog up even more. Paul wouldn’t realize it but he stopped his struggle to put thoughts together and just stood motionless, staring ahead blankly, his vibrant green eyes now glazed over and lifeless.

“You look like you could use some help.”

The voice pulled Paul back to reality and he immediately turned to face whoever was talking to him. In the state he was in, having a person to focus on and listen to kept him from completely drifting off into the thoughtless fog he was just in. Paul still couldn’t put his own thoughts together but his mind was completely absorbed by the image of the man in front of him. Paul vaguely realized that the man in front of him was the one who was stocking shelves earlier.

“I could use some help … he works here … he can help me”, Paul thought to himself.

Paul had no idea how long he had stood motionless, staring blankly ahead at the movie rack but rubberslut and Mike certainly did. Rubberslut’s weeks of conditioning had taught him to realize when a potential slave had breathed enough mind weakening gas to be ready for processing. Once he saw Paul had stopped moving he walked over to him and made sure his eyes were glazed over and staring blankly ahead. Rubberslut then went directly to the back room of the store where his complete uniform was kept and put it on with total efficiency. First the thick rubber catsuit with an attached hood and built-in butt plug, then his boots, gloves, corset, posture collar and finally his head harness. He left the panel gag off of the head harness though, so he could direct the new slave. After everything was tightened he snapped shut all the locks that were on each buckle of each strap that went around his boots, corset, gloves and collar. Rubberslut didn’t even stop to admire himself in the mirror as he went back out to the store floor to begin the process of capturing his Master’s new slave.

While rubberslut was dressing himself in the back, Mike was locking the front door and shutting off the mind weakening gas that had been coming out of the ceiling panel above the aisle Paul was in. Mike was interested to see how deep Paul was as he had used a stronger concentration of gas than he used on rubberslut. If his calculations were correct Paul wouldn’t take near as much coaxing and suggesting as rubberslut had. This would take some of the fun out of it for him but he didn’t want to risk a slave ‘waking up’ before being restrained or not being drugged enough to fully accept his initial programming. Mike could capture and process this boy without rubberslut’s help but he wanted to make sure rubberslut’s extensive programming was effective. This would be a test run to make sure rubberslut would be able to capture and process a slave on his own. After all, what’s the point of programming a slave to capture and enslave unwilling men if they can’t do it without your supervision? Rubberslut had done well with the first phase of capture as he had noticed that Paul was the perfect size and proportion for the leather suit that Mike wanted his second slave to wear. Mike was very much looking forward to watching his rubber encased slave make a random, unwilling man his obedient fuck toy.

“You are not sure of what exactly you want are you?” rubberslut said with a flat, lifeless voice.

“I am not sure what I want …” replied Paul.

“Do you like what I have on? I bet you are unable to look away, unable to do anything but drink in my image.”

“Yes … can’t stop looking at you …” Paul echoed back.

“You are probably thinking about what you would look like dressed like this. In fact, you probably can’t think of anything else but being just like me.”

“… Thinking only of being just like you …” At this point Paul was openly absorbing every suggestion rubberslut gave him.

“Well this is your lucky night because I can help you do that. For me to help you I will need you to follow me to the back room where we keep special items. Come with me.” Rubberslut then turned and started walking to the back room. He knew that Paul would follow due to his obedient responses and glazed, emotionless eyes.

“I need to follow you to the back …” Paul said as he started walking behind rubberslut.

When they got to the room rubberslut stopped walking and turned to face Paul. Paul stopped walking exactly when rubberslut did and was now standing motionless, staring at the rubber encased man in front of him.

“Strip naked and then stand over by that chair” rubberslut commanded as he pointed to the mind control chair on the other side of the room.

Paul did as commanded and was now awaiting his next thought … his next command. As he was undressing, Mike arrived in the back room so he could continue watching. He also needed to be there so his new slave would know who his master was.

“The man in front of you is your Master. You will obey him and follow his commands just as you are following mine. In fact, any command I give is actually Master’s command, given through me. I am his slave, his tool, his toy. You will become just as obedient. Obeying Master is all you desire.”

“He is my Master. Obeying my Master is all I desire.” Paul was so open and pliable that he was already accepting and repeating all commands. His voice was as flat and lifeless as rubbersluts.

“I’ll have to use less gas next time.” Mike thought to himself. Paul being so obedient so soon took some of the fun out of the capture but he wouldn’t require as much time in the chair as rubberslut had.

“To begin your transformation into a perfectly obedient slave you must be dressed exactly as our Master desires. You will not be covered in rubber as I am. Master’s wish is that you be covered in thick leather. You want to do exactly as our Master commands, don’t you?”

“I want to follow Master’s commands … I will be covered in leather …”

“I will now put you in the outfit Master has assigned you. You will not resist me dressing you. You want nothing but to please our Master and you know that you must become a leatherslut to please him.”

“I must please Master. I must become a leatherslut.”

Rubberslut then began dressing Paul in the gear that Master set aside for his new slave. The first thing to be put on was a steel chastity device that completely covered his cock and had a steel butt plug mounted in the backside. This was a Latowski chastity belt that when worn looks like steel briefs. It would ensure that Paul’s cock was only used as Master desired. After the belt was locked in place, rubberslut helped Paul into crotch high leather combat boots that had locking straps all the way up the legs. After locking the boots on Paul, rubberslut started encasing him in a thick leather bondage suit that had 3 locking straps around the calf, 3 more around the thigh, 4 larger locking straps that went around the torso, 3 straps around the bicep and 3 more around the forearm. Since leather doesn’t stretch and fit as rubber does, these straps were all tightened and locked so that the leather suit was as snug and tight as possible. At the sides of each strap were D rings that could be used to easily restrain Paul. The next item was a thick leather hood that had holes for the eyes, nose and mouth. Rubberslut locked the hood in place and then began strapping on a leather muzzle with an attached posture collar and a penis gag inside the mouth panel. This was also locked on at the back of the collar and at each buckle that went around Paul’s head. The only skin visible on Paul now was his hands but that was soon taken care of. Rubberslut locked his hands into leather mittens that made his hands practically useless.

“Turn and look into the mirror to your left.”

Paul did just as rubberslut told him and what he saw in the mirror was a man covered in thick leather and locked straps. The only visible sign there was a person under all the leather and metal were the eyes still visible though the hood. As Paul gazed into these eyes in the mirror he would not realize they were his own. They appeared distant and thoughtless as they stared back at Paul.

“What is your name?” Rubberslut asked.

“… Paul … my name is Paul …”

“Do you see this ‘Paul’ in the mirror in front of you?”

“I … I don’t think so … I don’t … I don’t know …”

“What you see in the mirror is an obedient leatherslut who is totally under Master’s control. There is no Paul there, only leatherslut.”

“No Paul, only leatherslut.”

“You are that leatherslut. You always have been and always will be.”

“I have always been and always will be leatherslut.”

“What is your name again?”

“Leatherslut.” After saying that, Paul ceased to exist. Leatherslut knew he had always been Master’s slave and that he would always be an obedient, leather encased slave.

“Very good, leatherslut. Now it is time to become Master’s perfect slave. Sit in the chair to your right so that I may begin your permanent processing.”

Leatherslut immediately turned and sat in the processing chair, staring blankly ahead and thinking nothing. Rubberslut tightened and locked all the thick leather straps that held leatherslut tight in the chair. There were straps over his feet, 3 straps over each calf, 3 over each thigh, 2 thinner straps that went from his hips to the seat of the chair, 4 straps over his torso and chest, 3 on his biceps, 3 on his forearms, a strap for each hand, an extra thick and wide strap for the neck and the final locked strap secured his forehead tightly to the chair. Rubberslut then put the large, sound dampening headphones over leathersluts ears and finally he secured the gas mask/video screen to the new slaves face. After making sure the headphones, screen and breathing tube were connected to the control unit, rubberslut adjusted the controls and initiated the program that would erase any semblance of leathersluts former identity.

At the end of the five days needed to run the full program leatherslut would be a truly mindless and obedient slave. Mike was pleased that during the entire enslaving process, rubberslut felt nothing and showed no emotion. His blank, processed mind only knew that he was obeying Master; following his programming. For rubberslut, taking this innocent, unsuspecting man and turning him into a leather encased slave felt as natural as breathing. Just as leatherslut would soon be, rubberslut was incapable of original thought, emotional responses or anything else that would constitute a ‘personality’. Mike’s enslavement program coupled with the complete sensory control his equipment provided was performing perfectly. He felt enormous pride and satisfaction from actually being able to turn an unwilling and unsuspecting straight man into a totally obedient slave. His years of work and research had finally paid off and now that he finally found himself with two living, breathing, flesh and blood men that now knew nothing but obedience to him, his joy from the accomplishment almost kept him from actually being aroused by it all. Almost.