It was well past midnight when Nathan stirred, a flicker of discomfort broke his deep slumber. He shuffled in his bed and flipped his pillow. Nathan wasn’t the type of person to ever suffer from nightmares. His dreams were mostly mundane and boring much like his life. He wasn’t an overly adventurous person and outside of his job, not many things in his day-to-day would be considered exciting. He led a simple and safe existence and this was something he’d come to accept in himself.

His small apartment lay in quiet darkness, save for the soft hum of his air conditioning. Nathan rolled over once more as he pulled the sheets closer to his chin. The day’s worries faded into the comforting warmth of his bed. In the distance, the faint sound of a siren echoed outside Nathan’s bedroom window. His awareness of the real world began to shrink, and Nathan felt himself slip into a sleeping state within a few seconds.

A faint thud in the next room made him jolt—an unfamiliar sound that caused him to open his vigilant eyes. The hair on the back of his neck prickled like the surface of a cactus, as he held his breath. He listened intently for further sounds of disturbance. He focused his attention on his bedroom door with unblinking eyes before he glanced at his digital clock on the bedside table. The time read ten minutes past midnight.

THUD

He heard it again—a deliberate, muffled clunk. His heart hammered in his chest as he sat up, and the darkness of his bedroom suddenly felt oppressive, like dark storm clouds on the horizon. Nathan lived on the fourth floor of his apartment building. He’d felt this was a safe bet to deter any burglars, given that they would need to enter his building’s ground floor before they made it up to his apartment. His mind rationalised with itself that the sounds were more than likely his irritating neighbours.

Nathan was the single lone-wolf type, not because he couldn’t get a girlfriend, but because he didn’t have a vested interest in them. He was a slender, twinkish twenty-year-old with a soft, ethereal quality to his appearance. His platinum-blonde hair was cut in a slightly tousled style that framed his delicate facial features. Nathan’s build was lean and willowy, with narrow shoulders and subtle definition in his limbs.

A dull sound of movement echoed through his hallway and caused Nathan to become alert once again. The resonating sounds began as a gentle pitter-patter but morphed into the distinctive sound of footsteps. He was not alone in his apartment. This he was now certain of. Panic-stricken, Nathan’s heart thumped loudly in his chest. His hands searched frantically for his phone which had fallen somewhere in his bed during the night. Abandoning his effort, his anxious mind reeled over the places he could hide but he felt paralysed with fear.

As the soft clamber of steps neared his bedroom door, there was a brief moment of dead silence. All Nathan could hear now was his haggard and fear-ridden breath. Suddenly, without warning, the stillness was broken by the door launching open and a pair of almost identical figures ambled inside the dark, shady bedroom. The lack of any light made it challenging to see them fully. Their unlit silhouettes were huge, tall and wide, they appeared extremely threatening to the quivering male.

Terrified to his core, Nathan felt petrified and unable to move a muscle as they both halted by his bed. The imposing figures cast long shadows across the room. The only feature that Nathan could discern from the two intruders was their cold, unblinking eyes, which gazed directly into his own anxious-ridden pupils. They held a steely confidence that made Nathan gasp for breath. Time drew to a halt as the room fell completely still once again. Like that moment just before a predator catches its prey. The large males continued to glare at the frightened twink shivering beneath his bed covers. Their eyes locked in a battle that Nathan had no chance of winning.

Eventually, Nathan’s body unfroze. He regained control for a moment and launched from his bed ready to run for his life. However, Nathan’s lower half didn’t respond in time causing the male to tumble to the ground in a giant head of fear mixed with adrenalin. The two figures continued, unmoving, to stare at the panicked male who scrambled on the floor. Nathan sat up and pressed his back firmly against his bedside table. His mouth was agape with dread ready to scream out in alarm only nothing would escape his lips. Nathan’s instincts shrieked at him to sprint, but his body was frozen like concrete. He shifted forward, ready to pounce and escape, once again, but the two men stepped forward this time and blocked his path with an unyielding presence.

“Don’t struggle. It’ll only make things harder for you,” one of them remarked, his voice low and calm although it carried an edge that was impossible to ignore.

Nathan’s mind spun, caught between the urge to fight and the eerie, inexplicable calm in their voices. He opened his mouth to shout obscenities at the two intruders but it came out as a muffled screech. The two large intruders advanced towards him. Their towering bodies closed in on Nathan’s prostrate form, as they seized his limbs and dragged him to a standing position. One held him rigid from behind while the other stood in front. Sandwiched between the men, Nathan tried to yell out in terror, his voice squeak with distress before a gloved hand firmly covered his mouth. The man behind him held his body in a vice-like grip.

“Shhhhhh,” the intruder facing him murmured, his voice a quiet command. “We’re not here to hurt you.”

Between the two behemoth-like men, Nathan felt totally powerless. They were alpha-like in every sense of the word, they exuded an aura of control that both, frightened and entranced Nathan. His body trembled in the larger male’s firm grip, steady as iron. Nathan was now close enough to get a full look at the intruders who’d invaded his home. The one opposite him had a sharp, commanding look with dark hair and piercing eyes that drilled deep into Nathan’s frightened core. He was built like a powerhouse, with broad shoulders and a well-packed chest. His neck was thick and powerful and led up to a square, chiselled jaw.

The other was equally imposing. Nathan felt like putty within his muscular arms clinging with a mighty force that currently wrapped him in a crab-like hold. Against his back, he could feel the hardened body packed with muscle and the steady breathing of the male. Nathan’s muffled protests were barely audible beneath the gloved hand. He smelt a strong odour emanating from both of the muscular intruders. It was a dark and industrial smell. With the assailant’s gloved hand just beneath Nathan’s nose, he noticed that it came from the men’s clothing. He breathed the harsh, chemical-like scent deep into his lungs. This stirred a dark and unknown feeling which bubbled within the deepest parts of his being waiting to break free like sparks from a bonfire.

They both wore identical outfits that fitted perfectly around their robust frames. A smooth, wrinkle-free bodysuit made from a thick and slightly reflective material clung to every inch of their gigantic bodies. A state of dress that was possibly suited for a kayaking trip but peculiar in the current scenario. Looking like the duo had been dipped in the moulding material, everything was on show to the panicked captive. Each sinew of muscle, the male’s pert nipples and rippling abs, a meaty bulge by their crotch—nothing was hidden from view.

Apart from the stark black colour of their outfits, a white unknown logo was etched into the right-hand side of their chest. The abnormality of their dress was also enforced by the peculiar high sheen the material appeared to emit. It was difficult to see in the dim light of his bedroom but clung to the dominant frame of the duo’s bodies. The fabric of their bodysuits appeared to gleam in the faint traces of light from his bedroom window. On the intruder’s feet, the suit rounded into seamless boots with the same sheen as the rest of their outfit.

The most disconcerting realisation that Nathan discerned was that these peculiar outfits had no clear sign of entry. These were zipless, form-fitting suits that appeared to be built around the duo’s enormous frames. Nathan knew from a quick glance at these terrifyingly imposing figures that these were far from your regular home intruder. A dark and distressful agitation thundered within him.

“Your name is Nathan Jordan…” the male facing him stated less as a question but more as a certainty, “There isn’t any point in struggling. We can either do this in a nice, calm way or else we can get EXTREMELY rough. Do you understand?”

Nathan gaped in terror into the eyes of the assailant before he gave a delicate nod. The gloved hand of the male clutching his still covered his mouth.

“Good. We’ve done this a thousand times so we’re experts in this area. You’re going to do everything we say and when we say it. If you try to run or cause any commotion you will INSTANTLY regret it. Everything clear?” the muscular male queried.

Another nod, as tears began to form in Nathan’s hopeless eyes.

“Now that we’re clear, don’t move an inch. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Nathan was left alone with the enormous male still clasped firmly in his muscular grip. He listened to the man’s stable breathing and felt each exhale brush past the hairs at the top of Nathan’s crown. The crushed humiliation of just how helpless he was washed over Nathan. He didn’t even try to struggle, he knew it would be in vain.

Nathan thought that his predicament couldn’t become any more alarming. He felt the raw grip of the alpha male constrict, as his hips thrust into Nathan’s lithe frame causing him to shudder from the contact. Nathan’s full attention was now focused on his rear where he could discern a distinct lump pressing against him. A mixed wave of extreme emotions washed over the panic-stricken captive. His heart raced to its maximum capacity and his mind reeled in all directions. He felt the muscular male emit a sigh of both frustration and pleasure before he bucked his hips once more. He felt the gloved thumb of the male massage his right cheek almost affectionately. This guy was clearly VERY horny.

During this sexually charged encounter, the other intruder returned carrying two large duffle bags and a large rolling case. They were clearly prepared and as one of them had remarked, moments before, experts in this field. Without a word of warning, the second male knelt down and swept Nathan’s underwear to the floor. The two intruders then set to work discarding his t-shirt leaving the poor, defenceless prey bare naked like the day he was born.

A duffle bag was firmly zipped open and various effects were removed and placed out of Nathan’s sight. The second man moved closer with something in hand. A dark grin plastered his face as he drew up a bright red ball gag. The rubber object was lodged firmly in Nathan’s jaw as he moaned in a futile attempt to escape. He instantly endeavoured to expel the gag but the gloved hand returned holding his lips in a tight embrace.

“Remember… this will be a lot easier if you just submit. You don’t want to make us angry,” one of the bodysuited men ordered, which Nathan replied to with a defeated grunt.

The terrified captive was then shimmied over to the bed by one of the giants and was forcefully pushed over his bed. His body was strategically posed so that his lower half hung off the side of the bed exposing his naked butt to the two men. One of them roughly grabbed his arms and secured them behind his back, holding Nathan’s lithe body in place.

More unknown items were removed from the duffel bag and placed next to the prostrate victim. A gloved hand gently caressed his exposed buttocks causing, Nathan to become aware of what was about to happen next. He moaned in distress, thrashing his body in a futile attempt to voice his displeasure. The alpha male pressing down on him tensed his grasp making sure that Nathan had absolutely no freedom to move. Disconcerting sounds filled his ears before a cold, gel-like substance pressed against his hole.

“Relax, this is going in whether you like it or not.”

Nathan felt tears well in his eyes as he recognised he held no control over the situation. The lubed fingers probed their way into his anal cavity, teasing his walls as they edged further and further into the dark space. Painful at first, Nathan grunted at the onslaught only to find a thundering, carnal feeling tingle within him. Unlike the rough treatment he’d succumbed to at the hands of these mysterious men, the fingers probing his intimate parts were far from rough. It was as if they were making love to him.

At that realisation, Nathan’s entire world flipped on its head. That salacious feeling was now unstoppable. Before he knew it a lump was firmly pressing against his naked stomach against the bed. He had gotten hard!? His head was lost in a bottomless pit of anxiety and lust—like a spinning two-sided coin. The fingers continued their lovemaking now emulating a thrusting motion.

After some considerable time being finger-fucked by the burly intruder, the fingers plopped from Nathan’s loosened hole. His relief was short-lived as a hard rubber object was presented almost immediately at his puckered rear. With a determined purpose, the intruder propelled the rubber plug into the restrained twink. The discomfort returned as Nathan discerned an immense pressure against his anal walls. With the aid of the lube, the plug bore its way further into him. It felt like endless suffering until finally, with one forceful push, the tapered end of the phallic-shaped plug slipped past his stretched lips. Lodged deep within him, all Nathan could feel was the intense pressure in his most intimate space.

“Good boy. Looks like you enjoyed that if your erection is anything to go off,” one of the men remarked, to Nathan’s deep humiliation.

Swiped from the bed, the now-sweating captive was made to stand once again. The final articles from the bag were removed, which made the inferior victim wail once again. In the hands of one of the muscular giants was a heavy sack—its material ebony-black and lustrous, comparable to the outfits worn by the two men only this appeared much more akin to the rubber from a tyre than a wetsuit.

The neck of the sinister sack was pried open and Nathan was dragged towards it. Knowing by now that his resistance was futile, Nathan’s feet were grasped and fed into the swarthy, lifeless space inside the rubber sarcophagus. Shivers rolled up his spine as his heels and toes slicked along the slimy, chilly interior of the sack. It was extremely tight inside, his body felt the immense pressure from the unforgiving material as his thighs and hips disappeared into the bowels of the item.

The process from here was far from smooth. It took all the mighty strength of the two captors to persist with Nathan’s insertion into the rubbery sack. They pried, propelled and pressed the limp, lifeless body—grunting from the extreme effort. Roughly twenty minutes later, the neck of the heavy sack snapped shut, sealing the unlucky victim in its heavy prison. Nathan was held upright in the grasp of the burly men. His entire frame felt like it had been vacuum-sealed into the sack. Nathan had absolutely zero movement, he couldn’t even wiggle his toes. The pressure was intense and overwhelming.

“We haven’t much time left. Let’s get the rest done quickly,” one of them exclaimed.

In the gloved hands of one of the brawny men was the final garment to conclude his torturous packing in rubber. Its neck hole, pulled taut, was forced over the terrified male as he wailed one last howl of pure desperation. Then everything went BLACK. The hood was swiftly fixed in place, with the only link to the outside world being the two nose tubes that were lined up with the poor male’s nostrils. Unbeknownst to the now rubberised male, an adhesive strip circled the neck of both the hood and sack, which created a seamless enclosure.

From the outside, all that remained was a reflective, black sarcophagus. The visual outline of a human but nothing that resembled a living being, more like a stone-cast sculpture. Held completely rigid in his rubber-coated shell, Nathan felt panic-stricken. His muscles tensed at various points. He endeavoured to push at the unforgiving material storing him so faultlessly in place.

Gravity shifted as Nathan felt his rigid body lifted by the burly men and carried for a few seconds. His back collided with a hard surface, which Nathan assumed was probably his wooden floor. The hood dulled the sounds around him, so Nathan had to listen intently to attain a sense of what was about to occur. His anal muscle clenched the phallic-shaped plug now lodged within his intimate region, while he sucked on the gag clearing his mouth of the saliva which was gradually seeping beyond his lips.

As if the intense and overwhelming pressure exerted on his lithe body wasn’t enough, Nathan could feel his body, which currently lay flat, being contorted into a ball. The strain on his lower abdomen and buttocks tripled causing the desperate victim to cry out a vicious moan behind the gag. This new position also caused the plug to burrow deeper into his rectum hitting a sensitive spot that caused jolts of intense pleasure like sparks to emulate outwards.

As he felt the world shift again, Nathan could feel walls on all sides and assumed he was in some kind of casing or crate. With a grave, heavy clunk his world was now nothing but his rubber and pressurised prison. His brain was awash with the extreme and debaucherous treatment he’d encountered over the past thirty minutes at the hands of the cruel, dominant men. With no sense of what would happen next and how his horrifying fate would unfold, the defeated and overpowered male sobbed beneath the hard rubber casing.

Suddenly an intense vibration cascaded its way through his body. It drilled into every bone on his body. Nathan couldn’t help but moan in response. The plug nestled so intimately inside him had triggered a vibration. Without warning his cock immediately sprang to life, constricted by the heavy rubber pressing against it. The dark and disturbing pleasure filled his being, once again, like a symbiote attaching to its host. His last element of control slipped between his fingers as the male fell further and further into the black abyss.

Outside the casing, the behemoth-like men were busy preparing the extraction of their well-packaged victim. Evidence of their intrusion was quickly covered up, leaving nothing of their presence behind. A black, unmarked van lingered in the alleyway behind the aged apartment building, ready to transport Nathan to his new dwelling.

The casing was wheeled on its chrome castors out of the bedroom and into the hall. The door to the bedroom was carefully shut by one of the bodysuited men. The room now lay in silence, once again, apart from the gentle whirr of the air-conditioner. Moments later, an engine burst into life as it revved and slowly faded into the night.

TO BE CONTINUED…