Date: Wed, 1 Jul 2009 00:11:14 -0700
From: Kenji De Sade <babiesonyourface@gmail.com>
Subject: Blink part three

The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely
unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to
probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not
transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual
sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer
pornographic materials, please stop reading now. If you find, on the other
hand, that you are quit the purveyor of perversion and that this particular
story seems to get your proverbial rocks off, please feel free to contact
the author, Kenji De Sade at kenjidesade@gmail.com Thank you.

Three

Jeremiah stood with his back leaning against the only door leading into his
apartment. He stared into the open space, which was essentially a wide
hallway leading to a tiny bedroom and bathroom, both nearly equal in
size. The living rooms almond colored wood floors were near as pale as the
white walls. the furniture was a cheap and small matching set; a simple
chair which looked almost as broad as the simple love seat, both covered in
a dark blue upholstery. Each piece of the seating arrangement sat atop
equally drab and plain grey rugs, so as not to scratch the wood floors. The
cheap prints of expensive art he could not afford adorned the walls in
uniform poster size, frames and symmetrical placement. His television,
nine-teen inch atop a useless and bare entertainment center, was the final
coup de grass of his humble abode.

Jeremiah thought for a moment to look for anything that might be missing,
and then realized after taking stock of his life, he didn't really own
anything worth stealing. His life hadn't consisted much of anything beyond
going to work and coming home. He kept his friends at a distance and spent
little time with them. Most of his socializing was done from his computer
via blogs and social networking web sites, which he visited in the
background while surfing for porn.  In fact the only thing worth stealing
was his laptop, which he'd last left in his bedroom. On his way there he
decided to make it a point to head toward the adjoined bathroom where he
regretfully remembered losing his bowels the night before. It hadn't
occurred to him till this moment that since he'd fallen, body flat, into
his own feces, he'd not even had the chance to clean himself and doubted,
given his shit filled diapered state of being, that his captor had the
consideration to clean the filth away for him.

He stripped his cloths with no sense of rush nor worry, allowing them to
fall where they landed as he made his way into the apartment toward the
bedroom and bathroom to bare witness to the heinousness travesty he knew he
and the bathroom must've been at this point. As he entered the bedroom,
hands unfastening his pants, shirt already removed, he stared dumbfounded
at his bathroom doors sudden lack of a door knob. Quickly he walked toward
the door and out of his grey slacks and black shoes to inspect the bizarre
change. At some point, either while he was sleeping or whilst he was
blindly getting to work, his tormentor had for some devious reason removed
the door knob and replaced it with what appeared to be a very strong dead
bolt lock. After a quick scan Jeremiah was able to confirm that the door
itself was impenetrable, without battering it to splinters of pine.

Jeremiah couldn't believe anyone would go through this much trouble for
seemingly no beneficial reason. He was completely in the dark about his
captor. He had no idea when the rubber hooded man would suddenly do
whatever he does and appear to torment him. He'd been raped and stripped of
his own bodily functions, now it seemed he couldn't even bathe or brush his
teeth of his own volition. Jeremiah thought for a moment that if maybe he
could make sense of it, maybe if he could empathize with his captor and
figure out some way that doing this to someone might be beneficial to
another man; he might find some solace in his situation. But try as he
might he just could not make any sense of the matter. To him, the entire
situation was purely insane.

He backed away from his door, toward his bed, and plopped himself down on
the soft cushion of his mattress. He grunted and felt his cock twitch,
reminding him of the hollow tube embedded within the appendage, as the
steel intruder holding his asshole wide open pushed in deeper. He felt the
mass of filth in the back end of his diaper, a putrid mixture of pre-cum,
feces and urine, mash and smooth it self along the contours of his most
private regions. The mush moved up between his taint, he was sure he could
feel some forcing its way beneath the steel cup as it squished over his
trapped crotch, and it also spread out around his ass cheeks, up his crack,
and slightly up the back of the diaper. It was a slick cushion of his own
wastes and the feeling along with the reminder of his temporarily ignored
state left him abashed and humiliated.

He sat there; eyes watery with tears, nude save for a large and full cloth
diaper, covered to keep the mess in with clear plastic pants. Ashamed at
himself for sitting in the stew of his own filth without thinking of it, he
looked down toward the diaper to inspect it, for the first time actually
getting a chance to really look at the thing. It was surprisingly simple to
him, a basic white cloth diaper. Well white cloth, not surprisingly,
stained yellow with urine. The thing that was astonishing to him however
was the sheer thickness of it around his waist. He'd noticed the waddle to
his walk on his way home from the office, he'd been humiliated and
embarrassed by his birds eye view of it's obviousness under his grey
slacks, but thus far he had been in no position to truly understand how big
the diaper was. He moved around atop the bed, feeling his wastes move with
him, so that he might inspect further.

Spreading his legs, Jeremiah was able to compare the thickness at his
crotch with his own thigh; he estimated it must have been at least four
inches of thick padding. The width between his legs was nearly that of his
fully splayed legs, if the cloth had been more solid he would practically
have to do the splits while walking. There was an obvious brown tarnish to
the white fabric which got darker as Jeremiah's eyes made there way further
between his legs. If the plastic pants weren't clear he wouldn't have been
able to see the state of his own diaper so easily, he wasn't sure if this
fact was a good thing or not. He could tell from his wobbly motions on the
bed that sitting for any length would prove to be a practice of balancing
skills due to the bulk.

It occurred to him at this point that he might be able to remove the
diaper; his hand searched the waist of the clear plastic pants and came to
feel a rather solid waistband. It wasn't tight enough that it was digging
into him, which he assumed mixed with the over stimulation and humiliation
he'd been through was why he'd failed to notice it before. The chain as
he'd discovered it was, it seemed, to tight to move down his waist. As his
fingers followed along its ensnaring length toward his own backside, he
discovered a small well secured pad lock. His defeat was
overwhelming. There was no way out of any of this. Every small twist and
turn he'd been given in the past couple of days had been thoroughly planned
to ensure that there was no way out for Jeremiah.


He thrashed himself about on the bed, lying back thrashing his arms,
kicking his legs, and screaming out in frustration. Tears streamed down his
eyes as he threw his tantrum. His bald fists slammed them selves down on
the bed randomly, being bounced back by the springs below the cushioned
surface. His feet followed suit, equally as futile in their expression of
violence, equally as random in their motions. His screams echoed slightly
in the small room, as he noticed in his fit of rage that the warmth of his
diaper was being renewed. This realization brought a new calming dread to
him, his fit subsiding, his tears continuing to flow regularly as his
urine, his screams dying down to sobs as he lie there on his back, wetting
him self, in his mess, staring at his stark white ceiling, then he blinked.

Jeremiah's eyes opened back up and the world came streaming into full
clarity with an unusual quickness as his eyes focused on his living room
walls in only a moment. He was awash with a slight feeling of dizziness and
nausea as his eyes wearily scanned the room. He was on the floor, on top of
one of the drab grey rugs which had seemingly only moments before been held
down by a chair. As he looked around the room he saw that his love seat was
against one wall with the matching chair piled on top of it. These two
chairs were carefully tied together so one would not fall from the
other. His television was unplugged and turned around so the screen faced
the wall it was up against, high on top of the entertainment center. In
fact as he took stock of things it seemed everything in his apartment had
been moved up out of the way.

Jerrmiah was on his knees, still warm and dirty diaper resting on his
heels, his hands directly in front of his diapered crotch holding his
weight. There were thick very well padded rubber mittens affixed to each
wrist, effectively restraining his hands into fists and comfortably keeping
his knuckles from pressing rudely against the rug and hardwood floor. He
noticed next that his knees were being spared the same pressure thanks to a
pair of thick rubber knee pads. As he attempted to stand he felt a tug at
his waist and his ankles lifted with his ass nearly toppling him over face
first onto the rug, however his protected fists caught the weight at the
last minute. He muffled a cry of surprise past a large gag he felt strapped
to his head. "At least there's no feeding tube attached this time" he
thouth to himselff as his toung explored it's shape and his neck craned to
look toward his own ankles.

It was barely a surprise to him as his eyes followed the largely notted
ropes leading from the leather cuffs on his ankles to some sort of odd
rubber belt secured around his waist. He could tell that the point of this
particular bondage was to keep him, if not on all fours, from standing on
his own two feet. While he was at first relieved to see that his bonds were
made of rope, he quickly realised that with his hands secured within their
padded mitts he had very little hope of prying the knots loose and
releasing himself. He looked closer at the black rubber belt strapped
around his waist, which appeared to be connected to other rubber straps
wrapping down over the front of his crotch to a thick solid rubber plate,
effectively keeping the diaper pressed up against his skin and his thighs
from being able to close. There were other thinner rubber straps also
connected to this separator which ran around his thighs, sealing themselves
over the leg openings of his clear plastic pants.

Jeremiah's stomach fell when he saw, what he could, of his clear plastic
pants. He had wet himself so thoroughly by this point that the diaper no
longer seemed to be holding the urine. A dark yellow brown liquid was
sloshing around at the edges of his thighs, held in by the black rubber
device now strapped around his waist over his diaper. The liquid wasn't
high enough in volume that the plastic pants were filled like a water
balloon, it seemed as though the flooding had only recently begun. It also
seemed as though he'd have time enough left in the diaper to fill the pants
to their fullest. He certainly couldn't think of a way he'd be getting free
any time soon. The smell coming from them was strong and carried a weight
to it that filled his nostrils and clogged them with stink.

Ignoring the sloshing liquid held around his waist he paid attention to the
large object he'd been blindly feeling with his tongue. It was large enough
that he could sense a small sore beginning in his jaw; it wouldn't be
unbearable for a while though and could be included on the list of things
to ignore for the time being. Its length left it feeling stout as it just
barely hit the back row of his teeth. He was thankful for this, it didn't
seem to be choking him in any manner, and oddly he found it was rather
comfortable. The shape, texture and taste were all very familiar. The
distinct sharp tang of latex accented the ridges of a small soft rubber
cock.

Jeremiah sat there; diaper on his heals, sucking the cock in his mouth and
allowing him a moment to adjust to his new situation.  It was sort of
surprising to him how unsurprised by the change in scenario he was. When
this all started two days ago he was absolutely terrified, then again,
being alone, as it appeared he was, it was a lot less shocking then getting
fisted and then raped relentlessly by an unyielding machine. Still, he felt
it was odd that he'd gotten so comfortable, if one could call what he felt
a feeling of comfort, after the transition he'd just been through. He
really couldn't say that the rubber hooded man couldn't alter his emotional
reaction to situations whenever he caused Jeremiah to black out.  In fact
now that it occurred to him, there wasn't much that he could imagine the
rubber hood man could not do to him.

He began to crawl around his apartment, asserting what little freedom he
had left available to him self. The apartment being as small as it was,
there wasn't much to purvey. Still he made note of the fact that seemingly
everything he owned had been placed high up out of his reach. As he crawled
on the floor around the living room he could see things like his mail, his
house keys, his cell phone and even his jacket were on top of the
television and entertainment center. The two rugs which had been under the
chair and loveseat were pushed together in the center of the floor, it
occurred to Jeremiah that this was perhaps intentionally reminiscent of a
child's play matt. The small kitchen like area he'd had set up which
consisted of a small microwave, mini refrigerator and coffee pot on a small
table were found wedged, as out of reach as everything else, between the
love seat and chair tied together for what appeared to be safety with the
same type of rope his ankles were secured to his waist with.

He crawled toward the bedroom, its door still open and the light on
inviting him to see what it had in store. He could hear the liquid in his
diaper moving around as he made the odd strides with his hands and knees,
his feet dangling in the air from their bondage. The mess in his diaper was
acting like a lubricant, allowing him to feel the padding smear across his
ass as he crawled. His cock, he noticed, was throbbing half hard within its
steal confines. The belts movements were as noticeable as all the other
tactile sensations Jeremiah was taking in.

The hollow steel rod was rubbing against his prostate, its weight being
brought down by gravity seemed to make the pressure greater then it had
been even while he was sitting on it. It was arousing to the point that
Jeremiah found him self having to pause a moment to allow his muscles to
contract and a small nearly uncontrollable groan to be muffled by the
rubber phallus in his mouth. The twitch it caused in his own phallus sent a
throbbing ache through his body causing another contraction of
muscles. This second contraction caused the steel rod to push slightly more
against his prostate and he felt a shudder run through him. He decided
their may be some pleasures in his predicament, regardless of how stifled
and painful they seemed. Either that or he was just really horny.

He continued his venture through the door of his bedroom realizing for the
first time, as though he'd had reason to realize before, that his bed was
high enough that he couldn't see on top of it even if he were to set
himself upright once again on his knees. He could however see above the
bed. What he saw there was frightening to him in a way that only
experienced horrors could be. Two rather large clear tanks were hanging
over his bed. They were held in place by a couple of chains bolted into his
ceiling. This was the second modification he'd noticed in his
apartment. There were two tubes coming from the funnel like bottoms of each
tank. The tubes conjoined shortly along their lengths to become one tube
leading to an end which looked as though it plugged into
something. Jeremiah assumed it was designed to plug into the gag he had
worn during his force feeding.

He paused a moment to think, realizing he hadn't noticed these tanks
earlier before he'd blacked out and woken up bound as he was now. It was
not like he could remember really noticing about the room after the initial
shock of seeing that his bathroom door had been rendered redundant. The
more he thought about it, the more important it became. If these were in
fact the same reservoirs he'd been force fed from before, it mean that he
was in store for much more of the same treatment. However if they were new,
different reservoirs, the idea held many more complications. Were these
reservoirs the same size? Did they hold more, or less of the bland textured
mix? He felt his cock throb within it's unrelenting confines, tugging
slightly on the tube within it's tortured flesh. The sudden contraction
shifted the steel belt, and with it, the hollow tube holding his anus wide
open. Another uncontrollable moan fought its way out around the cock shaped
gage buried indefinitely between his lips.

The bathroom door opened and Jeremiah's heart jumped into his
throat. Rubber boots climbed up the meaty calves and thighs that appeared
in its door way, they stopped at the black shiny cock shaped plastic cup
locked around the otherwise rubber covered crotch from which the legs
sprouted.  The waist of the rubber pants met with the tucked in skin of the
rubber shirt stretching itself tightly over the tight gut and chest it
covered. The shirts sleeves were lost beneath thick rubber gloves riding
from the wearers hands to his biceps. The collar of the shirt was tucked
beneath the collar of the all too familiar, sunglass eyed, open mouthed
hood pulled tightly over a pair of painfully unrecognizable grinning lips.

This time there was no begging. Jeremiah didn't even have it in him to
scream anymore. He simply sat back on his haunches, diapered ass resting on
his heels, mess squishing once again against his skin, suckling the cock in
his mouth and whimpered up at the man in the rubber hood. The man's smile
grew a tighter solidarity as he approached Jeremiah, defeated and simply
waiting for what was to come next. Jeremiah grunted slightly as the man
bent down, his hands beneath Jeremiahs arm pits, and hoisted Jeremiahs body
onto the bed. As his knees came to rest on the soft surface, Jeremiah heard
the crinkle of what he saw to be plastic sheets in place of his once stark
white linen sheets.

He was laid on his back, surprisingly un-violently by the man in the rubber
hood. The rubber belt with its thigh separator and the ropes tied to it's
back leading to jeremiahs ankles ensured that his legs stay bent at the
knees and splayed wide open. He felt the driest area of the back of the
diaper, to his relief, soak up a bit of the dark brown liquid now resting
in that area of his plastic pants. His arms were raised above his head and
the wrists of his padded fist mitts secured to ropes attached to the
bed. He felt more then saw further ropes being attached to the belt at his
waist further securing him in place.

He turned his head to the side to watch the rubber hooded man bend over and
rummage around in some bag Jeremiah could not see. Soon he produced another
rubber item from the bag, holding it up triumphantly and turning the
emotionless black lenses and his featureless smile back at Jeremiah. He
came over to the head of the bed and leaned with the rubber item toward
Jeremiahs head, quickly yet carefully pulling the surprisingly thick
material over his face. The placement seemed weird at first to Jeremiah as
the eye holes were put properly in place yet his nose seemed crushed by
some aperatus. The rubber hooded man was quick however to remedy the
situation, quickly calming the sudden fear of suffocation he'd been
temporarily overwhelmed with. Soon after his nose, rather then being
uncomfortably crushed, was rather uncomfortably streached.

It seemed this hood was specially designed with two tubes which had their
ends secured deeply within Jeremiah's nostrils. Each tube was wide enough
that he could feel the stretch they caused however; they did seem to allow
for maximum breathing, as he was having no issue taking in lung full's of
latex scented air.  He watched in curiousity as the rubber hooded man
carefully kept the ends of the tubes within Jeremiahs line of sight. He
lifted up a small box like device which he proceeded to place the ends of
the air tubes into. This device seemed to divide the original air supply
into four tubes. Jeremiah soon found, with the feeling of tugging and
pulling at the waist of his well secured diaper, that this device allowed
the tubes to feed each nostril with two supplies of air. One of which the
man had inserted into the rank depth of the well soiled diaper.

Jeremiah lie there taking in a mixture of both fresh air and entirely
un-fresh air into his lungs, the sour scent held within his diaper coming
in a faint and foul perfume. The man held the lengths of tubing once again
into Jeremiah's view, holding them there for a moment to be sure Jeremiah
was paying attention; he then capped the open ends with his rubber covered
finger tips. Suddenly the only thing Jeremiah could smell was the nasty
odor of his own foul wastes. The man uncapped the open ends, put them to
his plain lips, and steadily exhaled a breath into the tubes. Jeremiah's
nostrils were choked around the thick nasty smell being fed into them. He
choked on the scent, coughing around the gag which seemed to be held even
more firmly in place with the hood on. The man laughed, making the first
audible sound of the night. The sudden break of silence actually seemed to
scare Jeremiah more then the current breath torture he was being out
through.

The man in the rubber hood once again stepped away from the bed and
rummaged in the bag, this time producing a smaller rubber item. Returning
to the bed he quickly affixed the small blindfold over Jeremiah's eyes
sealing his vision into darkness. Jeremiah suddenly realized that the hood
over his head seemed to be thick enough to greatly reduce the sounds of the
room around him. He lie there trying to calmly take in breaths of the shit
and piss tainted air into his nostrils. He listened as best he cold to
several seemingly loud clanking sounds being made in the room. He
distinctly heard the sounds of liquid being poured above his head and his
stomach began to feel tight. He felt a cramp take hold and his bowels
lurched slightly.

It was the most natural movement Jeremiah had felt in the past two
days. His hole being held open as it was, his legs readily splayed, the
long mass that was his shit pushed it's way into the already filth full
diaper smoothly, the mess piling up against the fully used padding held in
place by the thick rubber thigh spreader around his waist. It squished
along his crack, once again pushing under the steel cup as it rode up his
taint. As it continued coming out for what seemed to be a long while it
traveled gravities path toward Jeremiahs back. As it came to an end, so did
the shocking surprise of the rubber hooded man's hand swatting Jeremiahs
renewed mess within its diapered confines. The hand patted the ass solidly,
mashing the feces with each landing. Jeremiah also noticed that as each
patt was made, and the hollow rod was pushed into his rectum, his muscled
contracted and he let out a moan in pleasure.

Several swats, and moans latter, Jeremiah felt a stirring in the end of his
gag. On the outside he could feel the man toying with some end he'd never
seen. Suddenly he was terrified as the back of his through opened up with
an intake of a new supply of air. He'd been unable to feel it before,
though now it seemed stupid to him that he hadn't imagined it before. It
appeared that the cock secured tightly in his mouth had a hollow
tube. Apparently this tube was cleverly placed in the center of the head of
the penis buried just before his throat. It wasn't long before the new
passage way was again blocked by what Jeremiah knew was the tube leading to
the newly filled feeding tanks placed above his head.

Within a few moments the cock within his mouth literally ejaculated the
beginnings of the mushy thick paste Jeremiah had been force fed before. The
flow was quickly adjusted after Jeremiah took his first few gulps of the
flowing goop. It seemed highly erotic to Jeremiah being force fed this
ooze. The cock made the scenario dirtier, more easily accept as a perverse
form of pleasure, in a twisted way. The loss of sight also seemed to be
helping, with his concentration centered largely on what he was feeling
rather then trying to dart his eyes about the room he found it easier to
find the pleasures hidden in this torture. The flow of thick pulpy juices
being fed to him had been slowed to very steady and manageable pace. His
cock was equally as steadily throbbing, fighting for a full erection within
its confines, the tension seemingly made Jeremiah even more horny.

He felt the mattress shift beneath him for a moment, then a warm rubber
clad hand laid itself against his stomach. Slowly, in a wide pattern, the
hand began massaging his midsection, rubbing Jeremiahs stomach in careful
and soothing motions. The touch was strangely calming to Jeremiah. He felt
himself relaxing as his stomach was massaged. Soon he felt a light pressure
at his backside. A slight movement of his massively overfilled diaper, the
manipulations were also rhythmic and soothing, the pressure slight and
building slowly. This second massaging hand was causing the mess as well as
the hole stretching steel apparatus within Jeremiah to move about ever so
slightly. The result was a smooth and erotic stimulation to Jeremiahs
prostate. Soon as the man continued building the applied pressure to both
of his hands, Jeremiah broke out in a sweat and tried unsuccessfully to
express his pleasure audibly, only to find the flow of liquid into his
mouth rendered it impossible.

This went on for several minutes, what seemed to Jeremiah to be at the very
least an hour. He had no real sense of time, which was another thing he
realized he was growing quickly accustomed too. He wasted little time
musing on the various adaptations he'd been forced to make in his life as
the pleasures he was feeling were far to enjoyable to be ignored. Never in
his life had Jeremiah felt so absolutely degraded and lustful at the same
time. No time before had he ever been so absolutely sure that he was not
going to get off, yet so enthralled by the manipulations that were leaving
him hungry to do just that. He found himself reveling in the constant and
rising tension in his groin, the growing and incressed sensitivity of his
never ignored prostate, even the disgust he'd initially felt at being
subjected to living in his own vile filth had turned into a love for the
strongly arousing bulk, weight and smell of his embarrassingly full
diaper. He took deep breaths of his own stink and felt himself awash with
lust for more.

The hands left Jeremiahs writhing body. The strange food was still flowing
constantly, he'd swallowed to many gulps of it to be counted. It did not
seem that it would come to an end any time soon and once again he could
feel the painful ache within his stomach as it grew full. He sensed the
clean air tubes being closed of and the full stench of his diaper was fed
to him. He took long deep breaths as this happened. He swallowing each new
load in his mouth at almost the same slow rate at which he was breathing.
He continued to gyrate his hips even though the hand had stopped
manipulating his asses intruder. He was still able to feel the slightest
most teasing sensations within his anus as he continued the motion. His
arms, waist and ankles all pulled at their bonds; though this time it was
purely out of pleasure. Almost entirely unnoticed by him, the hooded man
watched in pleasure, as Jeremiah's piss began to fill the plastic pants
with fresh warm urine. Just as Jeremiah noticed the feel of his hot urine
spreading amongst his freshly loaded diaper, he heard the click of the
bedroom door closing.