Chapter 2: Latex
Rubber-cunt leaves no time to go to waste as she takes Josh's big hard cock & balls and wraps it with tight formfitting latex, leaving only his cockhole exposed. Josh looks at his perfectly rubberised cock & balls in fearful awe. She grab a scary device and puts it on his cock & balls. 'This will permanently seal the latex to your cock & balls' Rubber-cunt says as she turns on the device. Josh screams as he feels his skin and the latex on his cock & balls begin to melt into one. There is no turning back now. He now feels his cock & balls to be permanently rubber-clad. Forever rubberised cock & balls
. She grabs a scary device and puts it on his cock & balls.
The piercing scream echoes within the walls of the secret underground medical facility, causing a few staff members to glance curiously at the source of the noise.
Nurse Latexis, with her slender figure and merciless attitude, stands proudly over her patient, Slave J. With her long blonde hair and blue eyes, she exudes beauty and dominance. Meanwhile, Slave J lies on the operating table, his cock sealed tightly with latex, ready for the ultimate test.
Nurse Latexis examines Slave J's erect penis, checking the fit of the custom-made latex sheath. She smiles, satisfied with her work. "Are you ready, Slave J?" she asks, her voice laced with excitement.
"Yes, Nurse Latexis," Slave J replies, his voice quivering slightly. He knows there's no backing out now.
Nurse Latexis adjusts her surgical gloves, making sure they're snug against her skin. "Very good, then let's proceed." She moves to the toolkit, selecting a pair of stainless steel forceps. "I'm going to insert this first instrument into your urethra," she explains, holding up the forceps.
"It's essential to ensure that your cock stays open for the upcoming procedure. Bear with me, Slave J. This may be uncomfortable, but it's necessary."
Slave J gulps, his heart pounding in his chest. He looks into Nurse Latexis's cold eyes, knowing that he has no choice but to submit to her will.
Nurse Latexis gingerly approaches Slave J with the forceps. She positions them at the tip of his cock, taking a deep breath before plunging them inside.
Slave J winces, his body stiffening in response to the intrusion. Nurse Latexis keeps her voice steady, speaking reassurance through gritted teeth. "All right, Slave J, we're almost there. Just bear with me a moment longer."
Nurse Latexis uses the forceps to stretch his urethra, preparing it for the insertion of larger instruments. "Next, I'll need to insert a Hegar sound.
We must progress your urethral stretching," Nurse Latexis states plainly. She selects a medium-sized Hegar sound from the tray and prepares to introduce it into Slave J's urethra. As she does so, she can't help but admire the sight of Slave J's cock, swollen and engorged with arousal. It's moments like these that remind her how powerful she truly is.
"Please excuse the slight discomfort," she murmurs, placing the rounded end of the Hegar sound against the stretched urethra.
With a gentle push, the sound slides inside, eliciting a muffled groan from Slave J.
As Nurse Latexis inserts the sound deeper, she maintains a firm grip on the handle. Her eyes never stray from her task, focused solely on ensuring proper placement. "You're doing marvelously, Slave J," she praises, her voice soothing. "Just a bit more, and we'll achieve our desired result."
She continues to probe deeper, adjusting the angle and depth of the sound. The metallic object stretches the urethra wider, accommodating its increasing girth.
Nurse Latexis maintains a firm grip on the handle, guiding the sound deeper into Slave J's urethra. Her eyes remain focused, scrutinizing every detail to ensure the utmost precision.
"Breathe deeply, Slave J," she urges, her voice hushed yet authoritative. "You must relax and trust the process."
A brief pause ensues, allowing Slave J to regain composure. The tension in the air thickens, palpable and suffocating.
Slave J grips the sides of the operating table, his breathing shallow and strained. Sweat drips from his brow, mingling with the latex covering his cock and balls.
"Relax, Slave J," Nurse Latexis says, her voice a soothing balm amidst the mounting anxiety. "Everything is proceeding as planned. We're nearing the final stages of your treatment."
Slave J forces a nod, his eyes darting around the room in search of hope.
He can't believe he's in this situation, bound and helpless in the hands of a woman he barely knows. Despite his reservations, something compels him to listen to her every command. He reminds himself that submission means survival, even if it comes at the expense of his own sanity.
"Ready for the next stage?" Nurse Latexis asks, her tone nonchalant. The insistent beeping of the machines surrounding them creates a rhythmic pulse, mirroring the thumping of Slave J's heart.
The scent of antiseptic lingers in the air, an olfactory reminder of the sterile environment they inhabit.
"Well done, Slave J," Nurse Latexis praises, her voice devoid of emotion. "Now, we shall proceed with the next phase of your training."
She gestures towards a tall cabinet situated at the far end of the room. "In there, you'll find a variety of implements designed to enhance your sexual prowess."
Slave J strains against his restraints, his gaze fixated on the mysterious contents of the cabinet.
"What exactly do you have in mind, Nurse Latexis?" he manages to ask, his voice hoarse and raspy.
Nurse Latexis tilts her head slightly, studying Slave J with a calculating gaze. "Patience, Slave J," she says finally, her voice devoid of emotion. "Remember, the journey to enlightenment is a gradual one."
She gracefully rises from her chair, her movements fluid and precise. "Open the cabinet yourself," she instructs, her tone laced with authority.
"I will select the required tools, rubber boy."she says
sternly. She reaches for two different sets of double-ended sounds, each progressively larger than the previous set. One set is made of stainless steel, while the other is crafted from silicone. Both ends of each sound are tapered, gradually widening towards the middle. Each sound is polished to a high shine, reflecting the flickering fluorescent lights overhead. Nurse Rubbercunt hesitates no longer.
Grabbing the first set of stainless steel sounds, she quickly lubes them up and carefully inserts the smaller end into Slave J's stretched urethra. As she pushes deeper, she notices Slave J's face contorting in agony. His breathing becomes ragged, punctuated by sharp gasps.
"Almost there, Slave J," Nurse Rubbercunt whispers, her words barely audible.
"You've come a long way, and you know what's coming next. Embrace it."
She pauses briefly, watching him struggle against his restraints. His face is flushed, his eyes glazed over with lust and desperation.
"This won't hurt much," she says, a hint of sadistic pleasure seeping into her voice. "I promise."
She swiftly inserts the second sound, the lubrication creating a slick sensation as it passes through Slave J's newly expanded urethra.
As she pushes further, she can feel the resistance building, indicating that the largest sound is still too large to pass through without causing significant damage.
"One more to go, slave," Nurse Rubbercunt says, her voice soft and comforting. "You're doing such a fantastic job. I knew you could take it all."
Slave J clenches his jaw, trying to maintain control over his vocal cords. The pain is excruciating, yet he refuses to show weakness.
Slave J grits his teeth, determined not to give his tormentors the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. He focuses on the cool metal inside him, imagining it spreading through his veins, reaching every corner of his body. His cock throbs painfully, straining against the tight latex sheath. But somehow, the sensation is strangely exhilarating.
"Oh yes," Nurse Rubbercunt purrs, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "You're taking it just fine."
Her fingers dance delicately across his latex skin, tracing paths toward his most sensitive areas.
She teases him, running her fingertips along the base of his shaft, just above where the latex sheath ends. The friction is intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"So close, aren't we?" Nurse Rubbercunt whispers seductively, her tone laced with wicked intent. "Let's see how much more you can take."
She reaches for the second set of thick steel sounds, choosing the largest one.
It gleams under the dim light, intimidating and imposing. Nurse Rubbercunt gently wets the end with lubricant, savoring the feeling of power that courses through her veins.
"Be brave, Slave J," she murmurs softly, her lips brushing against his earlobe. "You know the drill."
She steadies herself, gripping the handle firmly. Her heartbeat accelerates, and she takes a deep breath, focusing on the task ahead.
"Here we go," she growls, pushing the cold steel sound into Slave J's already stretched urethra.
"Let's see how far you can really go."
His muscles tense beneath the restraints, his entire body rigid with anticipation. He tries to focus on the sensation of the sound entering him, but his resolve wavers as the immense pressure builds.
"Don't worry, Slave J," Nurse Rubbercunt soothes, her voice warm and inviting. "We've been through this before. Trust me."
Her words offer some comfort, but the physical torment intensifies with each centimeter the sound penetrates.
The burning sensation in his urethra grows unbearable, threatening to consume him entirely. Still, he clings to his determination, refusing to succumb to the overwhelming pain.
"Easy, Slave J," Nurse Rubbercunt coos, her voice melodic and soothing. "You're doing great. Almost there."
He grits his teeth, his knuckles white from gripping the edges of the operating table. His heart races, pounding wildly in his chest. Every muscle in his body aches, begging for release.
Slave J pants heavily, sweat soaking into the latex covering his cock and balls. He struggles, fighting against the restraints. His eyes plead silently for mercy, but Nurse Rubbercunt, her expression unwavering, continues her slow advance.
"You can do it, Slave J," she says calmly, her voice laced with encouragement. "You've come this far - don't stop now."
He swallows convulsively, the taste of bile rising in his throat.
His cock, swollen and engorged, throbs relentlessly, demanding release. It's an insistent hunger, a craving that cannot be denied.
"Take it all, Slave J," Nurse Rubbercunt commands, her voice steady and commanding. "You were born for this."
He forces himself to stay focused, ignoring the blinding pain. He concentrates on the sensation of the cold steel sound invading his body, pushing deeper and deeper. The burn spreads down his urethra, shooting spikes of agonizing pleasure through his veins.
His hips buck uncontrollably, seeking relief from the relentless torment.
"There's no escape, Slave J," Nurse Rubbercunt taunts, her voice laced with sinister glee. "You belong to us now."
She reaches for another sound, this one significantly thicker and longer than the first. It glistens in the faint light, radiating evil intent.
"Ready for round three?" she asks, her tone deceptively sweet.
Slave J clenches his fists, his nails digging into his palms.
He attempts to summon the strength to resist, but his body betrays him. The cold steel sound fills his urethra, stretching it wide open. Each centimeter the sound progresses brings him closer to the brink of collapse.
"That's it, Slave J," Nurse Rubbercunt whispers, her voice like a lover's caress. "Feel the steel inside you, claiming every inch of your precious manhood."
He moans softly, his voice lost in the cacophony of his racing heart and panting breath.