Chapter 02: Reality Check

As I awoke the next day, sunlight streaming through my blinds, I tossed the duvet aside and reached for my phone. It screeched out a deafening alarm, summoning me to start my day. I lobbed it out of reach, groggily rising from the sheets and breathing in the new day. The faint memory of the night before played on my mind. I recalled the erotic-fuelled video and my boner returned in full force. Tenting in my boxers, it was already leaking droplets of pre-cum as I traced my fingers along its rigid length. Had I time to waste, I would have gladly watched the video another ten times. But before I went into a horny frenzy, my rational mind sprang into action, and I pulled myself out of bed and began my usual morning routine. 

Still half-asleep, I climbed into my bathroom shower and let the water soak my naked frame. With my cock still hard, I thought of that erotic sight of a SWAT-geared male using his helpless victim. Before I knew it, I was stroking away, my mind fresh on the sound of the squeaking gear, the bright leather of the cell and the moans of pleasure from the alpha male. Picturing myself strung up by the hands of a sadistic tormentor. My mind, in an endless abyss of eternal struggle mixed with pleasure. I imagined his hard, erect cock underneath the intense armour. Knowing he was eager to fuck the life and soul out of his toy. Me. 

With the erotic image so clearly visualised in my kinky brain, I moaned in bliss and shot a thick load against the white tiles of the shower. Panting, I stared down at my dick. This might be a bit of a problem, I thought.

Fresh from my morning shower and relief from the orgasm, I had a meagre breakfast and dressed for work. My job required me to wear business-casual attire. Not something you want for a scalding summer’s day in a universally unairconditioned country. I opted for a short-sleeved shirt and some black slacks. Buttoning the second-to-last button of my shirt, I heard a ping from my phone still tucked in the sheets of my bed. I fetched it from the still-warm bed.

“So you never told me what you thought?” the message read.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about,” I replied.

I noticed the time on my phone read 8:13. If I didn’t want to be late, I’d need to get a move on. I fixed my watch around my wrist and slipped into my shoes.

PING

“I was the same. Pretty hot… A friend of mine sent it over and instantly thought of you. Sharing is caring, as they say haha!”

“I’m already obsessed with it. Feel free to share any more with me that you come across!”

I didn’t want to come across as desperate, but I felt like a drug addict in need of a fix. I’d need to do my own research to find more videos after work. I tucked my phone into my pocket and retrieved my keys, wallet and ID from the hallway table. My laptop case was on the back of my kitchen chair. I slung it over my shoulder and headed out the door. 

I had to take two trains to get to my office, which typically took about 40 minutes. I stopped by a kiosk outside the station and grabbed an iced coffee, pouring in an unhealthy amount of sugar. I would have to start cutting back soon, but that was for another day. The iced drink helped to cool me down, and I knew the baking heat of the train would be a challenge without hydration.

Since it was rush hour, the station platform was crammed with fatigued commuters. I found my usual spot right at the end where the last carriage would eventually stop. It was always the emptiest one during the busy commute, and not many travellers seemed to know about it. My phone buzzed in my pocket once more. I waited a few seconds before coming to a stop next to a station bench.

“I’ll send them your way haha”

I sincerely hoped that he would. He was a close online friend for a few years. We met through kink socials, where he posted some deeply enticing photos in full rubber. He was a big fan of anatomical masks and admitted his love for being transformed into a rubber object. A passion we both equally shared. His name online was ALT0RUBBER, but I just called him Alto. We’d never met since he lived in Copenhagen. Still, I felt like I knew him intensely. 

“Much appreciated. So what’s new with you?”

“Not much really. I’m working from home today so that’s a bonus haha!”

I internally cursed him. I used to have plenty of time to work from home, but since COVID, my work has introduced a stringent return-to-work policy. Although knowing my horny-frenzie today, it was probably best.

“Nice for some lol. It’s so hot today!! I’m already dying and I just left the house.”

“I have some gear arriving today so I’m excited for it to arrive!”

“Tell me more! I want to see pics when it arrives.”

“Another mask from DeMasken. This one has even longer nose tubes than the other one I have. Rubber should be thicker too. I’m keen to try it out as soon as it gets here”

FUCK. I could picture it already. The hood, forced over my head, the tubes fed deep into my nostrils, and the gag pushed into my eager mouth. Once the heavy-duty zip was closed, I’d feel the pressure inside. My head, wrapped in a rubberised vice. My boner tented in my slacks as the train pulled up to the station. What the fuck was with me today?

– – –

At the office, the air conditioner hummed on its max setting. It was supposed to be comforting, but it sounded more like a taunt. It barely pushed any cool air, just a weak, tired breath that did nothing to stop the sweat from perspiring under my shirt collar. I stared at the half-finished proposal on my screen.

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My second coffee of the day had gone cold an hour before, but I kept sipping it anyway, just for something to do. The office smelled faintly of toner and sweat, that unmistakable perfume of over-worked air and underpaid ambition. Suffering as I was, I could only think how ironic it was that my torture was not at the hands of a rough bondage Dom while encased in sweaty rubber.

I could hear a colleague from sales tapping their pen three desks away, a slow, steady beat that burrowed into my head. Outside, the street looked bleached by the sunlight. With the window open, I could hear the constant hum of traffic, the occasional siren, and conversations from passersby. I longed for any chance of escape from my dull corporate responsibilities. I occasionally fantasised about being kidnapped on my commute back home. Forced into a life of heavy bondage, conditioning, training and encasement. That was the perfect life for me.

My phone suddenly buzzed, breaking my daydream.

“You’ll never guess who messaged me today…”

Alto messaged again. I tapped out a no-frills response: “Who? lol” and stood from my desk. 

I stretched my aching back from being hunched over my screen. I let out a defeated groan of disgust at the unforgiving heat before heading to the bathroom. I passed by the office kitchen on my way, listening idly to a conversation about a drugged-up celebrity being arrested for drink-driving. The door to the bathrooms led to a narrow hallway with separate unisex toilets, unsurprising for a modern office workspace in central London. The LED bulbs glowed a white hue as I closed the door to the private bathroom.

Inside, the air was heavy and still, similar to the rest of the office, carrying a faint scent of disinfectant. I sat down and pulled out my phone, scrolling through social media, losing myself in other people’s vacations, nights out, and optimistic social lives. My thumb slowed as I scrolled past a photo of a friend sitting on a beach somewhere in Spain, sunglasses on, a drink in hand.

PING!

Alto’s response popped up at the top of my screen. I clicked the notification, and the full message popped up. My eyes went from dull boredom to intense surprise.

“The sub who was in the video I sent you earlier today haha. Funny coincidence right??”

“You never told me that you knew the guy!!”

“Oh yeah that’s how I found it. He posted it. He lives nearby in Malmo”

“Who is he?”

I decided to play it nocehlantly, but my excitement of having two degrees of separation to such an ultimate-kink dream scenario left me giddy.

“He goes by Slink, let me send you his profile. One sec”

I patiently waited, my eyes glued to the screen as he forwarded the link. It popped up within a moment, and I clicked it so hard I thought my phone might snap in two.

Sure enough, it was him. There wasn’t much on his profile, maybe ten posts in total. One included a screenshot from the video that I had lusted over for the past twelve hours. Others were him in full rubber shot against his mirror, a few in rope bondage and one from a crowded fetish club. I was stuck for a response to say back to Alto without being overly excited. I wanted to find out more.

“Do you know the Dom as well haha?”

I felt silly asking, but a part deep within hoped he would. 

“No haha.”

Well, it was worth a shot.

“But I can ask Slink for you. I know the guy doesn’t post online though, I already asked.”

There was still hope.

With a sigh, I pocketed the phone and washed my hands. My reflection stared back at me. Eyes glazed with exhaustion. I took a deep breath, cracked my knuckles, and made my way back to my desk, the hum of the office waiting to swallow me again.

– – –

If I thought my concentration was low today, it was even lower after returning from the bathroom. I struggled to knuckle down and work on the proposal. It had been about an hour since I last heard from Alto, and I still had about two hours left before I could vacate for the day. 

PING

I launched for my phone halfway across my messy desk. To my utter dismay, it was just a simple marketing email from my gym. I groaned, tossing the phone back among the sheets of paper. Within a second of it landing on the desk with a thud, it pinged once again. I picked it up less energetically this time, but my eyes lit up when I saw it was a response from Alto.

“My new hood finally arrived! Excited to try it out.”

I could see he was still typing, so I waited before I responded.

“Spoke to Slink and he said to send him a message. He took a look at your profile after you followed him earlier and said you’re hot haha! Here’s his ID”

I was intrigued by speaking to someone new. Alto forwarded a message from Slink, so all I’d have to do was tap it, and we could begin chatting.

“I owe you one!”

– – –

By the time I stepped out of the office, the temperature had cooled a little, but the heat still clung to the air like a stubborn weight. My shirt stuck to my back, and every movement felt like wading through thick syrup. The day had dragged on, but I’d finally finished the dreaded proposal and could leave the office behind for another day. 

The journey back to my apartment felt longer than usual, mainly because it was. Trains were cancelled for unknown reasons, so I had to linger in the packed station. It felt like I was being punished. I listened to some upbeat music as a distraction from my own exhaustion. It also helped to drown out the loud commuters around me. An added bonus.

When I finally stuck my key into my front door, I felt a deep relief. The silence was a balm. I kicked off my shoes and let my bag fall wherever it wanted. The soft evening light spilt across the floorboards in warm stripes. I headed straight for the window, opening it as wide as it would go, hoping for even the smallest breeze. As I leaned against the sill, I gazed at my phone, still in awe of the conversation I had during the last few hours with the kinkster named Slink.

There were a few polite exchanges as we complimented each other’s kinky profiles, a kind of easy banter that helped break the initial tension. He eventually mentioned the video he’d been in, without mentioning my obsession with it, and said he was genuinely glad I enjoyed it. His English wasn’t perfect, but I found myself adjusting to his rhythm quickly, the conversation settling into a comfortable flow.

When I sheepishly asked about the Dom in the video, he explained that he visited him while on a business trip in Brussels. They met on a kinky app, and it was the sole source of media that the alpha male used. I asked some more specific questions, but he seemed reluctant to go into detail. When I said that it was a dream scenario and one I’d do anything to experience, he just replied with;

“Haha maybe soon” 

It felt like a taunt. Although I’m sure he was just being nice. The conversation died out after that.

I unbuttoned my shirt as I lay against the sill. Desperate to remove the sweaty fabric from my body. After removing theshirt, along with my slacks, I trudged over to my sofa and collapsed in a heap. My stomach rumbled, in need of sustenance, and my mind wandered to the contents of my fridge to prepare a meal.

PING

A message appeared on the messaging app I used to chat with Alto and Slink. The profile was unfamiliar, just a vague username with no bio. The way he opened the conversation was odd, as if we’d spoken before.

“You wear your rubber well. It fits you good”

His words had a strange confidence to them, despite the bad grammar and simplicity of the statement. I found myself rereading it, trying to figure out how a stranger could have got my Messenger ID. I used this app to communicate with personal kink friends, so it baffled me a little. The whole exchange felt slightly off-balance, but curiosity nudged me to keep going, at least long enough to understand who he was.

“Thanks! Appreciate it. Wish I was in rubber right now haha”

I threw the last bit in as a bit of a hook to keep the conversation going. 

“You should. Always in rubber. I hear you like what I did to Lars”

What the fuck? Now I was sure they had me confused with someone else.

“Lars?”

“My sub for the day, Slink is his name”

My mouth dropped open. Could it be the heat? Maybe I passed out on the train, and this was all a fever dream. I slapped myself to see if I could feel it. I could. 

“You’re the guy from the video? With the cell and everything?”

There was no way this could be real. 

“Yes. :)”

The simple response lit up my screen.

To Be Continued