Latex Manacles
by Seekingsometruth
Not many people knew about the hidden apartment below Club Forza, but you weren’t anybody if you didn’t at least know of the Man in charge of the city’s hottest club. For most, He was the unknown power behind their seemingly insignificant lives; to others, He was a Boss. With an impressive physical presence, an aura of power exuded Him and intimidated most into doing His bidding – but was it really intimidation when they enjoyed it so much?
A select few, however, were seduced … no, chosen… for his private stable. He was their Master. He was their god. His private stable was small, less than a dozen, but from time to time He felt the need to interview new pups to keep things fresh. I had no idea what wheels had been put into motion as soon as I walked into the club. From a hidden camera, this Master of men identified me as a potential pup, and cued his bartender to prep me.
A young professional new to the city, I had only recently started to explore my sexual side. I wouldn't have called myself built or even very fit, but I did work out and many considered me handsome. At 6'1 with blonde hair and striking blue eyes, I was a prime target. I had simply come in for a drink with the hopes of meeting a friendly face. Instead, I was about to get an interview.
As I walked to the bar, The Man ordered his personal slaves to dress Him as he kept an eye on the monitors, secretly watching my every move. One servant retrieved a silver mesh shirt and latex pants, while another polished his boots. His outfit on, His tight latex pants left just enough room for the wrinkles to catch the light while hugging His muscular thighs. It was enough to make a guy weak in the knees under normal conditions.
The bartender must have picked up on my new guy vibe, because he quickly started up a chat with me – or at least, that’s what I thought. I was thankful because I didn't yet know anyone, and the club remained fairly empty at this time of the early night. I asked the bartender what the name of the club meant, and he smiled. “If you don't know by the end of the night, come and check with me,” he said. Then he asked me to meet him down at the far end of the bar.
When I got there, he began to pour me a shot from a bottle covered in a tight shiny black shrink wrap. “The standard brands are stocked at every station but this one. This is the station with the quality merchandise.” As he put away the bottle, I noticed he had a very impressive collar around his neck with a striking set of matching manacle-type bracelets, one on each wrist. Made from a tight, shiny latex, they seemed so tight, enough to be a part of his skin, yet he looked and seemed very comfortably at ease in them. I found myself slightly aroused as he handed me the shot in the little silver glass.
I knocked that shot back quick as lightening, and its thunderous effects hit me just as fast. Wow, that was something! My throat felt a slight burning aftertaste as my whole body began to tingle. I set the glass down and caught the bartender's mischievous eyes as he smiled at me. This moment was brief, but I remember it clearly to this day. This was the last time I would ever feel my free will – and yet, the beginning of my own personal freedom.
My eyes hazy, I didn't notice the two muscle men next to me until it was too late, giving me no chance to react or back away. Each one used one hand to pin an arm to my side, their other hands applying pressure to my front and back. I was nearly immobilized by their force, but managed to glance up the powerful forearm pushing against my chest until I saw the face of my first captor, black hair gelled back. A collar identical to the bartender's circled his neck, while a dark grey, metallic muscle shirt clung to his mighty pecs. As I rotated my head to spy my other captor, I realized he looked nearly identical except for his blond hair and green eyes. Both wore shiny latex pants the color of midnight, tightly formed to their skin and revealing huge bulges.
The tell-tale moment had arrived. As I continued to admire the Adonis to the left holding me captive, I felt the cool, smooth pressure of latex on my skin. My own collar had been skillfully wrapped around the base of my neck in an instant, just inches above my shoulders and leaving no seam to be found. Immediately I began to succumb to its force. A voice – HIS voice – whispered with an accent soft and hotly into my ear as he leaned in from behind me. “Time to surrender yourself to your master, pup. Your interview has begun.”
I didn't know that the combination of the special shot along with the chemicals in the latex would leave me so helpless to His trap. What I did know was that from the moment the collar was secure, I was unable to direct my own thoughts. Nothing appeared to matter but the moment I was in, and I could feel my blood pressure drop. “Release him,” my Master ordered. As they let go, He continued to speak. “When you turn around, you will understand that you are nothing more than a pup being interviewed for a permanent position as a slave in my stable. Learn the face of your new Master. Feel my presence dominate you and submit to my will. Call me Master, but know I am your god.”
Overwhelmed by his power and increasingly rock hard, I realized that I wanted to serve him as soon as I laid my eyes upon His dark Italian features. I needed to be His slave; His pleasure would be paramount to any desires of my own. He smiled, knowing I was His. “Kneel,” He commanded, and I obeyed as He walked about ten paces from me. “Crawl to me and lick my boots, pup.” I began to move towards Him on my hands and knees, trying to keep my eyes on Him at all times. With each motion forward, my will was being left further behind. With Him towering over me, I knelt close to his left boot, moistened my tongue and began my first, long pass across his boots.
“See yourself in the shine pup, know this is where you belong.” It was just a whisper, but it squeaked out of me beyond my control, ‘Yes Master.’ I saw my eyes looking back at me, blank. Memories of my past were already fading as I stared into the reflection, knowing I belonged at my Master’s feet. He then bent over and palmed the back of my head, guided me to my feet and directed me to his private chambers. “From this moment forward, you will obey me completely.”
When we reached His apartment, He directed the other slaves to leave the room and motioned me to come to Him. He sat down in a stylish chair – His throne – as he invited me to explore His body. It was my directive to find ways I thought could bring both Him and me pleasure. A little on the inexperienced side, I could only think of how He made me burn with passion, yearning to please Him. I began to lean over His body, kissing his neck below the ear. I breathed hot and heavy, letting my arms explore His magnificent muscle. I removed his shirt and massaged his shoulders, then titillated the nipples on His solid, built chest. This was ecstasy for me, and all part of His plan. Tonight was my chance to satisfy my desires; the rest of my life would be spent satisfying His.
And if I wasn't obedient before, my next move would enslave me indefinitely as I knelt down to his latex-covered crotch. More erotic than I could handle, he cradled my head in his palm and applied gentle pressure, pushing me towards his crotch. Upon doing so, I began sucking his massive cock through the latex, licking and humming whatever I could touch with my lips. His powerful thighs began to close in on my head, just tight enough that I could not pull out. “Keep your arms to your sides,” He commanded, and I was forced to obey. The collar had more power over me than I had realized, but this only turned me on more. I continued to suck, more fervently than before, but could no longer breathe in fresh air as His latex covered leg muscles and crotch suffocated me. All the while I took in the scent of my Master's manhood, knowing I wanted to smell it forever, until suddenly I blacked out.
I’m not sure how much time passed, but as I began to return to consciousness, I realized I was stretched out on a cold, metal table. Though not fully awake yet, I could feel lubed-up hands working my crotch and balls, and it felt wonderful. The memories of pleasing my Master fresh in my mind, I yearned for personal release. Instead, I felt something cold being slipped over my hard cock and worked over my balls until it rested and encompassed the very base of my crotch. I then felt something cold slipped just barely into my ass. “Relax pup,” said my master. “Your training is underway. Enjoy this next session.” With the cock ring and anal electro-stimulator in place, I’d have no choice but to enjoy.
One of the stable slaves, covered from head to toe in latex, approached me and placed a set of goggles over my eyes which strapped over the back of my skull. “Watch this pup. Take in your lessons and always obey.” I replied more confidently than before with, “Yes Master.” I saw nothing but complete dark with the special goggles at first, but slowly a small, red spiral began to appear. It shifted as it grew, spiraling out yet becoming more angular too. Words started to flash in the middle, prompting my Master to speak as well. “Relax,” He said. “Obey. Submit to your Master's will. Submit to Calvin, your god.” The words continued as the spiral grew. “You always seek obedience, obedience is pleasure. A slave's pleasure is his Master's pleasure. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
I knew it was all true, every word absorbed like a good pup seeking to serve his Master. As the beguiling spiral pressed on, I felt a pair of briefs being moved up my legs. Manacles were fastened to my wrists and ankles and then I felt them get hot. My neck too began to burn as I felt the latex accessories melt into my skin. The briefs became like a second skin, securing my masters device. I knew I had been branded as a personal slave to my Master, but it felt like more than being branded. It felt like I was being reborn. Like the bartender and the men who had held me captive earlier, I now belonged to a magnificent man. The Man. I was ecstatic.
A slave lifted the goggles from my eyes as my Master looked down over me. “Your pleasure is just beginning. Your total conversion into my mindless, obedient piece of meat has just begun.” “Yes Master,” I replied, automatically. “Your existence is to serve me and pleasure me as a god, and you will be forever grateful to me.” “So very grateful Sir. I want to please you Sir.” “Sit up and stand next to the table slave.” I obeyed, continuing to respond to his every command. He slipped on a pair of black rubber gloves and began to inspect my body from top to bottom, inside every bend of a joint to every fold of skin. “There are always improvements to be made before you can truly serve me. Don’t worry though, I’ll help you out, and your training and discipline will prepare you for a new life in my stable.” “Yes Master!”
He palmed my head and walked me into another room, guiding me to an inclined table and ordering me to lie down on it. My latex manacles were secured with leather restraints and a large sheet of rubber was secured over my body just past my shoulders. A slit was made over my rigid cock as my Master attached a device to it, a device that created a cool lube-like sensation that enveloped my crotch and slowly warmed with my body temperature. My Master proceeded to insert IV’s into both arms that would serve as conduits for muscle building steroids and mind-altering drugs. He looked at me and said, “You are a pup, but when you are done here, you will awaken as my personal slave. Your time in this bed will recreate you into the slave that I desire, whether you try to resist it or not.” Of course, I fully accepted any changes my Master wanted to make to me.
A vacuum formed in the rubber, making it cling to my body as the heated table melted off my excess body fat and chemicals pumped through the IV's. The injected fluids circulated my body, prepping my muscles for the massive growth they were about to experience and erasing my mind of any trace of my former life. He placed the goggles back over my eyes. “You will be transformed pup. I will give you a body in my image. Your will no longer exists; it will be broken down and rebuilt to serve me and only me as your god.” As my muscles grew, the vacuum grew stronger from underneath me. The rubber formed to my new body, now a shin, black form of a muscular slave.
“Relax,” he said, and I obeyed. Intense changes were happening to my body, yet I had never felt more at peace in my life. As my entire appearance changed to fit my Master’s desires, the last step of the process was about to begin as a solid rubber replica of my Master’s dick worked its way into my ass. The crotch piece He attached earlier began to hum in tandem with small jolts of electric stimulation in my ass. With the goggles still over my eyes, it was total darkness. “Surrender completely. You exist on this earth solely to serve me. It is your only pleasure in life.” Indeed, hearing his commands mixing with the erotic sensations, I knew that serving him would be the greatest feeling in the world, feeling so aroused no matter what he commanded.
“You will wake up my enduring, personal slave,” he ordered. “You will wake up a new man.” And as He slipped his tongue into my mouth and began kissing me, He enjoyed knowing what fun was just about to begin. As we kissed, it felt as if he were sucking out my soul and replacing it only with the passion and desire to serve Him. I could see a long, happy life ahead of service, polishing his boots with my tongue and helping Him prepare for other new pups. For now though, I was enjoying being the new guy, and there was no doubt in my mind that I’d be his best slave yet.
The hypnotic spiral in the goggles suddenly revealed one more truth before my mind was completely lost. “You are the Property of Master Calvin. You belong to Club Forza. Forza is the Power, Force and Strength that dominates you.” I lost myself in the words as my Master continued to use me, forever his for the taking.