Inside the fog...

As the fog enveloped him, a strange calm over took Mike. His mind seemed to shut down. Memories and fantasies started to replay themselves for him. He watched as a passenger watching a TV show of his own life. Each and every one of his sexual thoughts replayed themselves, but they changed. The girls that had stared in his dreams were turning into rubber covered men. His memories of sex with girlfriends changed so he was dressed in latex having sex with another rubber boy. In some of them, he went from fucking the girl to getting fucked by a guy. A warmth swallowed his manhood and the idea of a rubber boi giving him a blow job entered his mind and that somehow pleased him. A sensation happened behind him and his mind registered another boi was fucking his ass. He felt another sensation in his mouth and he tried to smile at the idea of sucking a cock. Images of him in latex, fucking, being fucked, being tied up and in gay rubber orgies filled his mind.

“This is right,” a voice told him, “This is how boys were meant to be. Rubber gimps fucking other boys in their latex. Correct the errors of your way. Reform and join us.”

“Yes,” Mike tried to say but couldn’t with a cock in his mouth.

“The Women are sorceresses of the Rubber lords, they bring their magic into this world, you will obey the rubber sorceresses and in return they help you stay enclosed in your latex. You will serve them and they will keep you in latex and allow you to fuck and be fucked by the other gimps.”

The Sorceresses were in charge, he worked for them. That was how it was meant to be, it made sense to Mike now.

Mike could feel his body encased in the skin tight latex suit. A hood came over his head and enclosed him. A second hood with a gasmask formed over him. He could feel the mouth come off his cock and a rubber codpiece form over his wood. The wonderful pounding in his ass stopped and he could feel the anal zipper close up. He was sealed in his latex suit. He could feel his chest and the shoulder zips get covered in his body armor. The Belts formed around his waist and thighs. Yes, this was his uniform for helping the Sorceresses enlighten people and correct their errors. When it was not needed they would cast more domestic outfits for him to wear and share with the other gimps.

The Pink Haze broke and the warm bubble of enlightenment started to shatter around him. Had it been a dream? A deep breath sucking throw the filter of his gasmask let him know it hadn’t been a dream, but was the start of his new reality. The Sorceress in front of him beckoned him to get up and leave the seat. Mike obeyed, but he was quickly distracted by Steve. The latex clad hunk, Steve, with a massive hard on poking at his detachable cod piece…