Muscle BDSM Story – 'You Asked For This'

Originally Posted to RubberZone.com. One of my older stories I thought I’d lost.

“Ah! I see your waking up Mr. Martin.”
“Wh?.. Where?..My head….”
“Yes, unfortunately I had to sedate you. You were proving a little reluctant to come with me.”

Alex looked towards the deep-sounding voice. The owner was a short, overweight man with a shaved head. What was he doing here? He was having trouble remembering; His arm felt numb. Looking over at his right arm he saw a tube with some dark liquid going into his arm – some sort of IV hooked up to a large bag containing the dark fluid. Alex tried to move, suddenly alarmed, but found it impossible. His limbs weren’t restrained but wouldn’t respond to his attempts to move them.

“What the hell is going on? What are you doing to me you Fuck?” Alex almost screamed.

Coming closer, the bald captor put a hand on Alex’s shoulder.

“Don’t get so worked up Alex. You may not remember but you have yourself to blame for the predicament your in. I’m just glad I was able to find you. Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Albert Holmes.”
“What do you mean – I’ve got myself to blame?” Why can’t I move?” Alex asked starting to feel a little calmer for some reason.
“You spent a little too long on the Rubber and Latex web site, telling me all about your fantasies and how you’d like to meet me.” Alex replied.

Alex was starting to remember. He was at home – it was a hot day and he was on the back deck of his house stripped to the waist. The doorbell went and there on his doorstep was this Albert Holmes.

The old fart said something about being ‘Dr Latex’ on the chat board he’d been using. He’d obviously lied about his personal stats. Alex remembered him saying he had a proposition for him. Alex wasn’t in the mood to have this old guy coming on to him so he told him to push off. The next minute he remembers the guy saying that’s too bad and he then felt a spray in his face. That’s the last he remembered.

“Is any of it coming back to you?” asked Albert noticing the change in Alex’s expression.

Alex knew he’d been talking online with someone called, Dr Latex, but he didn’t think it was really this guy. The Dr Latex he’d been communicating with was more Alex’s age, 6, 2 tall, and well-built.

Alex had always had an interest in rubber and lately, he’d been exploring the fetish more deeply. Just the smell or thought of being encased in rubber was enough to make him horny, and of course, he’d told his online friend all about this. Obviously, Dr Latex had stretched the truth about himself a little. Now Alex was really worried. This Albert Holmes knew all about his darkest fantasies. What was going to happen to him now he was this guy’s captive?

“You see, with the resources at my disposal, it was a simple task to locate your address. I had a large inheritance windfall when I was younger and have used it to build this lab and furnish it with the latest gadgets – it’s all part of my research.” Holmes began to explain. None of this was comforting Alex – just the opposite. “I’ve been observing you for a while – I rented the house across the road from you, and was able to see right into your bedroom window, with the help of my telescope of course. You should always pull your shades at night!” Holmes chuckled to himself.

Alex couldn’t believe any of this as Holmes went on, “So you see I know about all the fetishes you’re into, and once I saw you in the flesh – well I knew I had to help you explore your desires.” “Why can’t I move? What’s that fluid your putting into me?” Alex finally thought to ask. He was scared but was trying to regain some sense of what was happening.

“Ah! I thought you’d never ask. Well your body has been fed a paralyses cocktail.”

Holmes held up a small spray bottle. It was the same one he’d used at the front door to overpower Alex.

“It is awfully potent and without going into all the medical jargon, it completely freezes muscle movement. You see you could call me the original mad scientist. I was employed for many years by the government. I’d been working on a project to boast the survival chances of a top level platoon of marines. Unfortunately, funding got tight and I was given the boot. But since my father died and left me a fortune from his pioneering work in IT, I’ve been setting up my own research facility deep within the bowels of an unassuming farmhouse in rural Connecticut.”
“Why me?” asked Alex nervously, realizing this guy was obviously certifiable.
“Why not? You’re easy on the eye, gay and already heavily wanting to experience all that is latex.” Holmes replied. “Now I’m giving you exactly what you’ve always wanted. To be muscle-bound!” Alex realized the good Doctor was obviously referring to his frequent forays into ‘Muscle Bound’, one of the sites on his computer.

“You see,” Holmes continued, “that fluid your getting has a number of properties designed to boast musculature growth. It works better on relaxed muscles so that’s the main reason to keep you in this paralyzed state. Let’s see how your looking after a few gallons of this stuff.”

Alex was trying to focus on what was being said but before he could react the doctor sprayed his face with the bottle still in his hand.

“Go to sleep my boy, it’s going to take a while before we get you built up for your next stage.”

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