refuse

Steven seeing all the strange rubber bondige gear and creepy instructions for all steven knows some crazed rubber dominatrix calling the place home he comes to the decision to run out the room and see if he can get out, naked and afraid if need be. As he ran out the door, a rubber-clad arm stuck out to block the doorway.

He looks over to the side of the hallway wall to see a large person, male if the large bugling padlock is any indication of gender. It was wearing a much bigger and more alien looking gas mask with red lens. The mask was linked up to two different gas canisters on his back.

Steven hears a click, and the door closes and opens sliding to the side with what looks to be a big barcode. It opened a third time for the rubber-clad man with the number 215 shining on its mirror-polished chest. Standing around 6’8 ", he walked into the room with the step of his boots thudding against the floor and the skin-tight rubber rubbing against his well-toned, muscular body.

It towered over the young male as a low monotone voice distorted by the mask itself.

“1915 is awake, 215 sees that standard training may not be enough if 1915 can puts on the standard work boots, radio and work shorts, its alternative training can begin”

Steven sweating in fear of the large man feels like he was more being order or told to put on the gear than asked too