Bob lay back and said, "Yeah, Chad, go, Chad go!"
That was all the encouragement Chad needed. He hadn't cum in months and he was so fucking horny. If the only
source of information hadn't been gay sex magazines, Chad might have expressed his sexual frustration
differently. Now he behaved like the ultimate power bottom. Having gotten Master Robert to cum once, he
changed positions with his soft air-filled rubber knees straddling Bob's hips. He lowered his rubber ass on
to Master Robert's attentive soldier. He started riding Bob's cock. Bob was in heaven, sex without all the
work most women demanded. He just lay back and let Chad do all the work. He started to cum, but it felt
different than ever before, it wasn't one shot. It was more like a continuous stream. A continuous orgasm
accompanied the stream out of his penis into Chad. The rubberman's cock exploded too producing a continuous
stream of liquid latex that splattered on Bob's chest and started to spread out all over his skin. The hot
liquid seemed alive.
Chad kept pumping away. All his mind could think was more more more. He pumped his knees and ass up and down
faster and faster impaling himself on Bob's relentless cock. He felt himself becoming stronger, more
substantial. Robert noticed too, but it was too late. His entire body was now encased in living rubber. He
felt the air filled knees of the yellow rubber sex doll fill with flesh and bone. They pressed against his now
boneless hips squeezing out more of his essence. It still felt so fucking good, he didn't struggle even like
the rag doll he was becoming.
Sweat dripped from Chad's face and head. He wiped it with his hand, as it passed his eyes, Chad saw that his
flesh was no longer yellow. And he was sweating! Rubber didn't sweat. He was flesh and blood again. He
looked down at the nearly deflated sex doll version of Bob underneath him. Chad wiped his dribbling cock, and
tasted it. It was cum, not latex. He sighed in relief and stood up over his mostly flattened master. He bent
over the rubber dribble cock, and put it in his mouth and started sucking. Soon he Bob was completely drained,
and Chad had a buzz from hyperventilating. He sat down on the floor, and examined his body. He hadn't removed
the rubber suit, and he could still feel it was on him or in him somehow. His skin was hairless except for his
his head, and he appeared to have an odd plastic piercing in his cock head. He searched Bob's room for some
clean clothes, dressed himself wearing a pair of flipflops because Bob's shoes weren't the right size for him.
He then took Bob into the bathroom, washed him off, rolled him up and stuffed him in a small gym bag, and
headed for his home.
He had been gone for months. He needed to come up with an explanation. He needed to think. He didn't go
straight home. He decided to go to a bar. He had found his fake 21 year old ID in Bob's wallet, so he had
taken it along with a wad of cash. He had walked about four blocks when he spotted a bar, and went inside. He
ordered a beer, and enjoyed his first drink in like 8 months. He was staring at the glass when he noticed it.
He didn't have fingerprints any more. The imprints on the glass could have been left by gloves, and the tips
of his fingers were smooth. While he was staring at his hands, he noticed a fingernail starting to turn
yellow. He shuddered. He looked around the bar. He needed more cum, and he'd need it soon.