Chad was relieved, then terrified when the zipper on Bill's gym bag finally opened again. Dim light streamed in. It looked like Bill was meeting his date in a basement gym? There was a ceiling light, a ceiling hook probably for a punching bag. Chad's perspective was limited by the position of his head in the gym bag. He could see a recessed high up shelf that was probably a basement window that had been boarded up or painted over. And there were steel pipes that looked like they were the top of weight machines.
"Hey, Brad, I got a new toy for us to play with, come over here, and I'll show you."
The reply was muffled and unintelligible, "Mbftbll!"
"Oh, that's right, you're still tied up," Bill said lifting Chad out of the bag, he continued, "I'll bring it over to you."
The next images of the room as Bill tossed Chad casually over his arm revealed this was no basement gym, but some sort of sex dungeon. Chad's perspective turned yellow as he went head first over Bill's arm and his face hit his backside. Damn his body was twisted in the middle. Bill noticed the twist in the yellow suit after walking across the dungeon. Chad could see a couple of barefeet shackled to a metal frame, and hairy legs that presumably belong to this Brad. Chad's older brother was named Brad, and he hung out with Bill sometimes, but this couldn't be the same Brad. Could it? Damn, those feet looked a lot like Chad's brother's feet.
Bill untwisted what he believed was his brother's sex suit or wetsuit. He held it up and shook it out. He held it so Chad faced Bill, and his back was toward the guy called Brad.
"Put this on, Brad," Bill ordered.
"Yes, master," answered Brad eagerly.
This time Chad was sure he sounded just like his brother Brad.
Chad was startled by how fast it all happened. Most people put their pants on one leg at a time, but Brad lowered the rubber suit To the floor and put in both feet and pulled it up his legs simulatsntoufly. Brad shoved his boner imside Chad's hollow boner. Brad was 6'5, 250 lbs, his cock was at least an inch longer and thicket than Chad's. Chad was in agony as his body stretched. He couldn't think clearly. Pain overwhelmed him.
Brad's erection swelled as hr crammed hid body in the suit. He felt Chad's wave of pain. Brad was a pain pig, and he was loving it. He hadn't sussed that he was wearing his kid bro, but the images filling Chad's mind did nothing to suggest Brad would do anything to rescue the former brother from any life but that of Brad's new slave suit.
ZIP, click. Brad was sealed in the yellow rubber suit.
"Sweet, ready for urinal duty? Yhe club should be hopping tonight."