Slave Skin Prototype: Like a Glove

"You're going to jail, and then let's see who's getting toyed with, you mother fucker."

"Now, now. I'm not a complete bastard. You've been so cute in your little Symb gloves, I thought I'd play nice. I don't lube up for every new hole I come across. You should feel special, stud."

Kyle was left with a sinking feeling in his gut as Reiner walked out of the room. He felt like he was going to pass out or throw up. He tried again to free his hands and feet, but the rubber refused to budge. Kyle looked over to his right, and noticed that the door had been left wide open. A new sense of despair washed over him. Reiner hadn't shut the door because there was no need to. He knew Kyle wouldn't be able to escape on his own, and nobody working there was going to help him either.

"Help me," Kyle screamed anyway, "somebody please help me!" He lowered his head, shutting his eyes. This was a nightmare. All he wanted to do was wake up, but when he opened his eyes again and looked at the door, all he saw was Reiner standing there naked with a small black bag.

"I'm sorry, were you calling for me? I know fresh holes can get pretty lonely without their master around. Don't worry, pup. I'm back."

"Please stop," Kyle sobbed.

"Stop? Boy, I haven't even started yet. You thought me making you horny on the floor was something special? Oh no, your new life hasn't even begun. Don't worry, though. We'll take it slow. Ever been fucked, boy?"

Kyle shut his eyes again, feeling himself tremble. Another slap on his ass shocked him. This was an even harder hit than before. This was a punishment.

"I asked you a question. Now, I know this tiny amount of our product hasn't fucked that head of yours up so much that you can't respond to a simple question."

"No," Kyle whispered.

"Hmm?"

"No! I haven't!"

"Ever played with your hole?"

"No."

"Not a once?" Reiner smirked, running his hand through Kyle's hair.

"Never," Kyle glared.

"What a lucky day then. Your first experience is going to be with me. You really should be thankful. Now, how about you lube your master up."

Reiner grabbed a small container of lube before tossing the bag onto the floor. Knowing what its owner wanted, Kyle's right hand freed itself from the wall and opened its palm for Reiner. The warm lubricant hit the rubber hand, sending another pulse through Kyle's body. He looked on in disgust as he watched his own hand rub the thick liquid through its fingers. Tears streamed down Kyle's face as his hand gripped Reiner's massive cock. He spread the lube around the thick shaft, spending extra time on the head. Never did Reiner break eye contact with Kyle, his deep blue eyes locked in a sinister smile. That bastard had been smiling the entire time. He loved every moment of Kyle's torment.

"You know, this stuff is edible. You should have a taste."

Before he could even object, Kyle's hand shot over his mouth, coating his trimmed goatee in lube. Fingers forced their way into his mouth again, and he couldn't stop himself from licking the lubricant off with his eager tongue. He moaned again, crying even harder from his body's own betrayal. His mind didn't want this, but his body was giving in little by little.

"Good boys get treats. Behave yourself, and there'll be so much more in your future."

Kyle's hand rested against the wall again as Reiner positioned himself behind him. He let out a gasp as he felt the tip of Reiner's cock brush up against his ass.

"Now, I told you we'd go slow, but I think we've been going a little too slowly. Got it?" Reiner gripped Kyle's hips, thrusting his cock deeply into his ass.

Kyle let out a small scream as the dick plunged into him. It was a pain unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Every thrust from the mad man was torture. He could feel the cock filling him up, like it was mixing up his insides. He quivered, feeling as though his body was going to burst. He screamed again, and continued screaming with each new wave of pain. Reiner reached one hand around and began squeezing Kyle's balls, holding them tightly in his grip as he plowed away.

"Nice clean pussy. That's what I'm fucking talking about," Reiner grunted.

Someone else came into the room, but Kyle couldn't see them clearly. He heard a camera go off, and thought he saw a clipboard. This was the experiment, and he was nothing more than a test subject for whatever kind of technology went into making the damn rubber. He doubted they considered him a person at all anymore. Reiner finally loosened his grip on Kyle's balls, and moved on to jerking his cock roughly. He slapped his palm across it, grunting into Kyle's ear.

"Oh fuck, you're so fucking tight. You're such a good fuck. Could be better, though," Reiner laughed, throwing his head back with pleasure as his thick rod continued to pierce the virgin ass.

The assault on Kyle's ass continued for what felt like ages, until his voice was hoarse and he was left panting. Reiner leaned his sweaty body against Kyle's, thrusting once more before jets of warm cum flooded the tense hole. Reiner and Kyle were both left moaning and panting as he pulled out, and Kyle could feel the cum begin to leak out of his ass. He tried to speak, to say anything at all, but all he could manage were whimpers.

"Not bad. Would have been nice if you thrusted back, though. Put a little effort in. Don't worry, you'll learn," Reiner mocked, circling back around to meet Kyle's face.

Reiner pulled Kyle's hands from the wall, placing them behind his back as though he were cuffed. Kyle tried briefly to move, but even his arms wouldn't cooperate.

"Kiss me," Reiner leaned in, grabbing Kyle's throat.

"Die in a fire, you rapist piece of shit."

"Wow, such strong words from a fuck toy. If you don't want to be fucked by me, then why don't you leave right now?" Reiner moved Kyle to the center of the room, facing him toward the door.

The two walked out of the room, turning left once they got into the hallway. Kyle looked on with horror as several people lined the hall, some with clipboards, others with cups of coffee, as though this were an ordinary day at the office. All of them looked on with fascination as Kyle was slowly lead down the hall. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and strangle one of them, but it was no use. Reiner was right behind him, gently guiding him forward with a hand on his back, and he had no choice but to obey.

"Sorry everybody, but Mr. Morrison here said that he's not having very much fun, and would like to leave immediately," Reiner pretended to pout.

One man approached, saying something in a mocking tone before reaching out to grab Kyle's still-erect dick. Another man slapped Kyle across the chest as he passed by, and a third tweaked one of his nipples. He was a god damn trophy for these people. He may as well have been a blow up doll. It didn't matter anymore. Being fucked by Reiner had been the worst experience of his life up to that point, but this may have been worse. He lowered his head in humiliation, hoping his hair would cover his eyes so he didn't have to see them smiling and snickering at him. Reiner pulled back on his neck, stopping his sad march in its tracks.

"I feel so silly now, but I just realized that we've been going the wrong way. Elevator is on the other end of the hall. How about we head back to your room now, okay? Or would you rather stay here and meet my co-workers?" Reiner was feeding off of Kyle's embarrassment, and it was making him hard again.

"Please..."

"Hmm? I know it's your first day, but you really do need to speak up."

"Please take me back."

"Okay, but only if you give me a little kiss first. Right here in front of everybody. Submit and give me a kiss."

Kyle turned around and stared at Reiner for a long time. Even more people had walked into the hallway to see the show, and he had no choice but to give in. Reiner approached him, putting his arms around Kyle's body. He parted Kyle's locked hands and brought one hand up to his neck, and the other around his waist. Kyle tried to squeeze his arm, or control his hand. Anything that would hurt the bastard, but his arms had succumb to the gloves' influence.

"Now, I know what you're thinking, sweetheart. I always do. Mostly because you don't seem very bright, so I imagine there aren't a lot of thoughts swimming around that head of yours, but also because all of you bitches are exactly the same. You want to hurt me," Reiner leaned in, lowering his voice, "and you certainly could. You could bite my tongue, hit me with your forehead like some caveman, or whatever. That's not gonna get you out of here. Nothing will. You live here, and you'll be here forever. That's a promise. Something else I can promise you, though, is that your time with me can be very pleasurable if you let it be. Those gloves and feet are shit compared to some of the other things we have planned for you. I can tell that simply touching my skin with that rubber is causing you some very confusing pleasure. Imagine how good I can make you feel. Kiss me, and don't cause trouble. Not such a difficult concept, really."

Kyle had no time to respond. Reiner leaned in, and Kyle closed his eyes again. Reiner's tongue massaged his, and the two shared the most passionate kiss Kyle had ever experienced. His rubber hands were electric with the touch of Reiner's skin, and his cock perked up even higher. He wanted to die. He couldn't lose himself in this kiss, or in this rubber slavery. He had to remain strong.

Little did he know that the equipment he'd be trying next could break him completely.