Johnny moved his hands rapidly back and forth against the control
panel. The levers moved, and the fogged up cylinder glowed different
colors. There was no longer any sounds of pounding coming from the
cylinder by the time Johnny's bonds were frayed enough for him to pull
his wrists apart.
He had been so focused on getting the ropes off his wrists, Johnny
hadn't noticed the pink rubber cocoon had darkened first to tan, then
brick red, next purplish brown and finally shiny black. He stared at
the undulating shiny black rubber cocoon that lay between him and
Ryan. He could make out limbs through the tight rubber sac.
"Gosh, Sei, Mike are you two okay? I hope Eric's okay too. What
happened?" he reached and grabbed one of the visible biceps through
the rubber.
Instantly, the rubber came apart. Mike and Sei got to their feet as
the black rubbery mass that had been Eric flowed like liquid over
their bodies encasing them in matching shiny skintight black rubber
suits.
"Whoa, Eric's like that alien venom thing from Spiderman!" exclaimed
Johnny.
Mike and Sei were completely encased in rubber zentai outfits. The
only flesh visible was the narrow strip where their eyes peered out of
the head to toe shiny black uniforms. Their lips were articulated, but
the rubber encased their lips tucking into their mouths and over their
teeth. Johnny's eyes ran down their sculpted chests, and widened when
he saw that the rubber didn't just encase their balls and cocks, but
it cinched and split their balls so that they hung down about 1 1/2
inches lower than before and were two clearly defined ball. Both
their cocks were fully erect.
"Why are you guys popping boners at a time like this?" Johnny said
shaking his head. He didn't expect an answer, but he got one.
The two rubber clad youths answered in unison, "The rubber suit not
only grips our cocks tight stimulating them, but the huge rubber butt
plugs are pressing on our sphincters to make sure we are hard. Also
there are hormones exuded by the rubber which guarantee that we will
be your constantly horny and obedient slave boys forever, Master
Jonathan."
"What the fuck?"
"We are your slaveboys, Master Jonathan, " they answered in a sing-
songy duet, "We live to serve you. Would you like us to give you a
blow job now?"
"No!" Johnny said abruptly, "I'll figure out what's going on with you
two later. First, help me get Ryan out of that plaster cast."
The two rubber slaves looked at their master in confusion, then at
each other and then at Ryan. They shook their heads, and said...