Hazing - It’s the pits!!!
Right here in the locker room, coach?!!
Shut up and bend over, sport…
When he woke up, Nathan felt groggy and hang hover, not remembering much of what happened the night before. Next thing he realized was that he felt asleep in his clothes. Not understanding what they were made of or where they came from, his first reaction was to go and take a shower.
When he tried to take them off, he felt cold as he was dipped into a frozen lake. The hot shower just made him feel even colder. When he stepped out and grabbed a towel, the feeling of cotton was like coarse sand paper and made him very itchy. Nathan couldn’t stop himself to scratch until he saw his ruber clothes and instinctively put them back on. As soon as it touched his skin, everything went back to normal. His skin never felt so smooth and warm waves kept going thru his body. Next to the sink, he saw a black bottle which he grab without thinking much about it. He started rubbing himself with the liquid, shining his body. The heavy scent of rubber from the bottle brought him back into that nice, lightly groggy state of mind.
He kept rubbing himself for hours and hours, just focusing on the feeling of latex against his skin, and gradually, flashes of last night memory appeared in his head. It showed him how he was stripped out of his clothes and forced into these. A gas mask was put on and the strong smell of rubber made him suffocate at the beginning but gradually, fogged his mind. A headset was put on and a soothing voice told him, over and over, that wearing latex was so good, so better than anything else, that he won’t ever be able to wear anything than latex, that Latex was all his life, Latex was his only passion, that a life without Latex was not worth being lived. Meanwhile, tens of hand were rubbing him to oblivion.
After hours of rubbing himself, Nathan walked to his bedroom like an programmed drone. Without thinking about what he was doing, he grabbed all his clothes, from his underwear to jeans and shoved everything in a plastic bag, ready for the dump. Next thing he did was to sat down at his computer, took off his savings he had and opened tons of rubber clothing website. As he bought and searched, the only thing he had in mind was one phrase he remember from the last night and that he kept repeating instinctively: «Latex is all my life, Latex is my only passion. A life without Latex is not worth being lived.»
I need to figure out where he was that night. Thinking I might need to go sometime. To be reprogrammed into a rubber drone in a way that you don’t realize it until later, amazing.
fucking hot boy
Someday I’d love to be this hole!
Get some dildos, work up to the bigger ones, and soon enough, your ass will be eating hands and arms.
go easy on him.
just joking, go deeper and harder man