Mickey coughed and spluttered after taking another hit; this stuff was strong, stronger than anything he's ever had. The stoner squinted at the guy he took it from, now a little dizzy.
"Dude, what the hell was that?"
The guy smiled. He wasn't invited to the party, no one knew him but he came in with a case of beer and a bag of 'whatever Mickey just smoked' and the party-goers didn't care - the idiots.
Once inside, the guy prowled around the place, looking for a potential victim and when he saw Mickey's slim body, tattoos, boyish face and that surprisingly shiny long hair... he made his choice.
It wasn't exactly hard to befriend Mickey, who was always approachable in that almost constantly burnt out kind of way, and being already pretty high and pretty drunk just helped things.
When he brought out his 'special stuff' for Mickey to smoke, everyone else was either passed out or had already left. He admired Mickey's ability to keep standing before he made his move. It was more resilient than he looked.
Still, he was no match for the effects of the drugs he just inhaled and started to feel woozy but also... suggestible. The guy offered to get Mickey back to his place and walked him to his van, where Mickey was thrown in the back of. Mickey didn't even notice as he was already out cold by the time he fell into the mattress laid out inside the vehicle.
When Mickey finally awoke, he felt his entire body covered in rubber and his hands tied behind his back. His face encased in a gas mask, and a weird fullness in his ass thanks to the currently deactivated vibrator lodged up his hole. He also felt a pinch his groin - due to his cock and balls being fitted with a metallic cage.
He started to struggle and yell inaudibly through the gas mask, unable to escape. The guy he met at the house party was in front of him, sitting and reading a damn magazine like it was no big deal.
"Ah, you're awake," he said, smirking. "How does it feel, kid? Having every hole and every inch of you trapped and under someone else's control?"
Mickey tried to yell every curse and every threat he could but it just sounded like muffled gibberish and frantic shivering under the gimp suit. It looked comical, not threatening.
The guy walked over and grabbed Mickey by the throat, which brought the fear into the little stoner twink, as he was already claustrophobic enough with the mask on too.
"Your body belongs to me, kid. Your dick and ass are my toys. Your mouth is for sucking dick and swallowing cum. If you ever get to cum, it'll be because I said so and that'll be when I'm plowing that tight hole of yours like the little cumslut you are!"
Mickey trembled at the idea of being at the mercy of this lunatic. Then, he saw the guy pull out a little remote and press a button, causing the plug in his ass to vibrate and send a shockwave through his entire body - making him moan involuntary and buckle while still being held by his new master.
"Gotta get you nice and loose. Don't worry... the suit won't be a permanent fixture but if you misbehave or disobey me. It will be. Understand?"
Terrified, Mickey nodded with tears falling down his face as he finally submitted to his owner's ultimatum.
And Mickey did indeed get to leave the rubber suit. Only to be fucked senseless and filled with his master's hot seed for several hours. And when he was finally rid of that cage strangling his young 19-year old cock, it was only because he was strapped to a chair and hooked to his master's milking machine which pumped his poor dick to orgasm several times til he was sucked dry and whimpering from the pain.
Every small relief he got was replaced by another torture, because even after that, he was fitted with another gas mask and chained to his master's bathroom.
"Arch that back of yours like a good bitch. I've got company coming who'll want to see my new toy in action."
The mask hid Mickey's sobs and moans as his skinny, naked and used body was on full display while a marathon of large men in masks entered and mercilessly cored Mickey's ass - leaving it a gaping waterfall of hot cum as several loads were shot into the poor straight boy.
The stoner eventually learned to be the good little house bitch his master wanted. A pretty, small little plaything that lived to serve and accepted his master's cock with enthusiasm. He knew how to keep his master happy and every time his master held onto his shiny long hair as he slammed into his peachy little ass, he knew he did a good job that day.
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My Own Little Stoner Slut
Mickey coughed and spluttered after taking another hit; this stuff was strong, stronger than anything he's ever had. The stoner squinted at the guy he took it from, now a little dizzy.
"Dude, what the hell was that?"
The guy smiled. He wasn't invited to the party, no one knew him but he came in with a case of beer and a bag of 'whatever Mickey just smoked' and the party-goers didn't care - the idiots.
Once inside, the guy prowled around the place, looking for a potential victim and when he saw Mickey's slim body, tattoos, boyish face and that surprisingly shiny long hair... he made his choice.
It wasn't exactly hard to befriend Mickey, who was always approachable in that almost constantly burnt out kind of way, and being already pretty high and pretty drunk just helped things.
When he brought out his 'special stuff' for Mickey to smoke, everyone else was either passed out or had already left. He admired Mickey's ability to keep standing before he made his move. It was more resilient than he looked.
Still, he was no match for the effects of the drugs he just inhaled and started to feel woozy but also... suggestible. The guy offered to get Mickey back to his place and walked him to his van, where Mickey was thrown in the back of. Mickey didn't even notice as he was already out cold by the time he fell into the mattress laid out inside the vehicle.
When Mickey finally awoke, he felt his entire body covered in rubber and his hands tied behind his back. His face encased in a gas mask, and a weird fullness in his ass thanks to the currently deactivated vibrator lodged up his hole. He also felt a pinch his groin - due to his cock and balls being fitted with a metallic cage.
He started to struggle and yell inaudibly through the gas mask, unable to escape. The guy he met at the house party was in front of him, sitting and reading a damn magazine like it was no big deal.
"Ah, you're awake," he said, smirking. "How does it feel, kid? Having every hole and every inch of you trapped and under someone else's control?"
Mickey tried to yell every curse and every threat he could but it just sounded like muffled gibberish and frantic shivering under the gimp suit. It looked comical, not threatening.
The guy walked over and grabbed Mickey by the throat, which brought the fear into the little stoner twink, as he was already claustrophobic enough with the mask on too.
"Your body belongs to me, kid. Your dick and ass are my toys. Your mouth is for sucking dick and swallowing cum. If you ever get to cum, it'll be because I said so and that'll be when I'm plowing that tight hole of yours like the little cumslut you are!"
Mickey trembled at the idea of being at the mercy of this lunatic. Then, he saw the guy pull out a little remote and press a button, causing the plug in his ass to vibrate and send a shockwave through his entire body - making him moan involuntary and buckle while still being held by his new master.
"Gotta get you nice and loose. Don't worry... the suit won't be a permanent fixture but if you misbehave or disobey me. It will be. Understand?"
Terrified, Mickey nodded with tears falling down his face as he finally submitted to his owner's ultimatum.
And Mickey did indeed get to leave the rubber suit. Only to be fucked senseless and filled with his master's hot seed for several hours. And when he was finally rid of that cage strangling his young 19-year old cock, it was only because he was strapped to a chair and hooked to his master's milking machine which pumped his poor dick to orgasm several times til he was sucked dry and whimpering from the pain.
Every small relief he got was replaced by another torture, because even after that, he was fitted with another gas mask and chained to his master's bathroom.
"Arch that back of yours like a good bitch. I've got company coming who'll want to see my new toy in action."
The mask hid Mickey's sobs and moans as his skinny, naked and used body was on full display while a marathon of large men in masks entered and mercilessly cored Mickey's ass - leaving it a gaping waterfall of hot cum as several loads were shot into the poor straight boy.
The stoner eventually learned to be the good little house bitch his master wanted. A pretty, small little plaything that lived to serve and accepted his master's cock with enthusiasm. He knew how to keep his master happy and every time his master held onto his shiny long hair as he slammed into his peachy little ass, he knew he did a good job that day.