Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2009 21:43:31 -0700
From: Kenji De Sade <babiesonyourface@gmail.com>
Subject: blink part four

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.

Four

Jeremiah lay on the bed uncomfortable and in pain. He could feel the bulk
of his ever full gut aching constantly. He knew without a doubt in his mind
that he had been laying there for no less then two hours, perhaps even as
many as four, constantly swallowing down gulp after gulp of tasteless ooze
through the pecker shaped gag secured tightly in his mouth. He was in
complete darkness within his hood and had smelled the pure unadulterated
rank of his own filth with each and every breath. Where he had once writhed
in his bonds for the pleasure of the motion, he now did so out of pure and
complete discomfort. The thing holding his asshole open had long since gone
from being a tantalizing source of enjoyment as his prostate had grown
sore. His struggling had become an uncontrollable reaction to his various
aches and every move agitated the spot within his anus, which caused his
cock to throb in its confines, bringing only further discomfort.

Jeremiah could feel the cramps within his overfilled stomach growing lower
in his bowels. Building up the pain they felt slowly, soon to match the
agony of his belly. He'd been listening to the sounds of his intestines
gurgling and babbling for about a half an hour now, knowing that this
moment would come eventually. He was absolutely sure that, if the food he
was ingesting was laced with a laxative of some sort, there was no way it
had already worked through his system. This knowledge filled his mind with
worry as it added the revelation that there would be much more to come. If
the feedings kept coming as regularly as they were, Jeremiah was sure; it
would be no time till he was crapping himself almost every hour on the
hour. At least then he would have a way to keep track of time.

The pain began to ebb away at him as it grew. He broke out into a sweat
over his skin which sent a chill through his body, Jeremiah found it rather
ominous. His bowels were soon singing out in silent agony to match the
chorus being sung by his jaw, bent knees, stretched arms and ass hole as
well as the ache in his confined cock. Tears were lubing the rubber mask
around his eyes as he shook his head in a reflexive no, it almost seemed to
Jeremiah that his mind was subconsciously trying to will the pain to stop
with the motion.

He could feel the pent up load within his rectum trying to push its way
out, however it seemed as though the large mound of feces already built up
there was making the new loads exit difficult. Jeremiahs body flew into a
fit of unstoppable spasms; he lashed about on the plastic sheeted bed,
bouncing slightly as a result. His splayed thighs tried repeatedly to close
only to be held back by the thick rubber guard between them. Soon he was
moaning through his nose, his mouth still filling with tasteless paste, as
his shit forced its way out of his revolting intestines and added to the
incredible bulk which had been fighting it.

The release was not a quick one, the cramps did not suddenly subside, the
load it self seemed to Jeremiah to be large yet unremarkable, it was simply
taking a long time to make it's exit due to the excess feces it was
colliding with. His body continued to feel the wracking agony of the cramps
within his guts. Both his stomach and his bowels cried out for similar
reasons, he was happy to have at least one of these organs seeming to be
appeased. Jeremiah's muscles would relax for a moment and he'd gulp down
his food and try to regain his breath as the next cramp would come upon him
and more of his slick mess would ease its way out of his insides. This
happened over and over again, crap, gulp, and gasp, then again and then
again.

As the pain from his bowels quietly subsided Jeremiah noticed the sweat of
his body had become a slick sheen lubricating his struggles atop the
plastic sheeted mattress. He was hot all over and could feel that he'd been
wetting himself further during his muscular convulsions. His plastic pants
sloshed and squelched and he felt as though he were floating ever so
slightly in the stew. He wondered if some of the moisture below him,
between he and the plastic sheets, was urine rather then sweat. The scent
of what was in his diaper was renewed, a raunchy combination of old and new
urine with equally old and new feces. These scents still being fed fully
into his nose by the breathing tubes shoved into his nostrils. The feeling
of his full diaper, the aches and pains in his body and the smell in his
nose were his entire world beyond the blackness of his blindfold covered
eyes.

Suddenly he was overwhelmed with queasiness. He felt as though he were
physically spinning. He gagged slightly for a moment around the latex cock
within in his mouth, and then shook his head as he tried to regain his
composure. He noticed immediately that the rubber phallus was no longer the
father of an unrelenting flow of tasteless food and now lay dormant simply
rendering the orifice useless. It took him only a bit longer to realize
that his head was no longer resting backward on a soft surface. Rather, his
head lolled downward toward his chest, gravity allowing it to rest limply
there. He blinked his eyes open, expecting to see the endless darkness of
the rubber hood beyond them, only to be greeted by the dimly lit and
extremely forbidding cement room in which he'd been anally rapped a couple
days prior. Though the hood, as well as its breathing tubes and apparently
the diaper had been removed, Jeremiah could still smell the distinct stench
of seemingly fresh human feces.

Before taking stock of the room, Jeremiah took stock of his own
situation. His ass hole was aching worse then it had in days, from this he
was able to surmise that he was being impaled upon a rather large object
and had not reached its widest point yet. It appeared he was hanging from
restraints, his arms secured at the biceps and wrists, leveled at his
chest. There was a belt at his waist replacing the chastity device that was
no longer there, with straps around his thighs which, combined with the
restraints at his ankles holding them farther apart then the rest of his
limbs, kept his legs and ass crack wide open. The chastity belt had been
removed entirely and there were clamps weighted with large balls of metal
at each of his nipples. He tested these restraints and heard loud rattles
as the chains leading from them jangled seemingly high over his head. He
looked up and could not see their ends for the pitch blackness that was
above.

The room was lit by two lamps dangling before him from the same ceiling as
he. The one closest to him, a mere three or four foot away, he recognized
from his first visit as it dangled above the filth stained bed atop which
he'd been strapped and subsequently raped. At the time there had been no
second light, and the dim luminescence which came from either only served
to light a small area of the cement floor beneath them. The second light
hung over what looked like a wooden work bench. Various tools and gadgets
Jeremiah could not name a purpose for hung off of and laid about it's
surface on either side of the rubber clad figure sitting at it, peering
over his shoulder with black glass eyes, at Jeremiah. Apparently the
rattling of his chains had aroused the rubber hooded man from whatever
diligent work he was in the process of completing.

His attire was, as it had been every time Jeremiah saw him, different then
it was before. As the rubber clad man stood from the chair Jeremiah took
note of its construction. This time it appeared to be one fully enclosed
rubber suit with no visible seems or zippers. It ran uniformly over its
wearers' back and arms down to his hands covering every bit of skin. It
continued down his waist uninterrupted to its legs which ran tightly over
the full length of its wearers' legs disappearing at the knee into thick
rubber boots. While it did not appear that the man was wearing a diaper,
Jeremiah could clearly see a mound piled into the back end of the rubber
hooded mans latex suit. Just above the mound were two hoses affixed to
openings built into the suit. The hoses led forward to the front of the
man, which Jeremiah could see as the rubber clad man turned from the work
bench and began to walk toward Jeremiahs dangling body. The tubes led up
the rubber hooded mans shoulders and neck to an apparatus strapped over the
mouth and nose of the man, effectively putting him in the same position of
smelling his own wastes as Jeremiah himself had been. The final point of
interest to the rubber body was an opening at the crotch which once again
displayed the always hard plastic covered and locked up cock. The sight of
the man in the rubber hood and his form of dress being so similar to
Jeremiah's own treatment always seemed to cause more confusion in Jeremiahs
head then anything.

As the man made his approach, Jeremiah was able to catch one small glance
over his shoulder and saw the shiny silver glint of the chastity belt
before the mans body took up his entire field of vision. The man came to a
halt inches before the captive floating body. He appeared to be taking
stock of Jeremiah for a moment as his head shifted from side to side, up
and down, scanning the body. Jeremiah wondered how well the man could see
in such a dimly lit room with those dark glasses covering his eyes. The man
reached to the left side of Jeremiah's head after a time and produced a
small bottle of lubricant from what must have been a shelf just over
Jeremiahs shoulder. He poured a small amount onto one of his rubbery hands,
caped the bottle and replaced it on the shelf. He shifted his feet so that
he and Jeremiah were less then an inch apart, the heat of their bodies
mingling with each other. Jeremiah could hear the breathing of the man
behind the mask, ragged and slow yet controlled and calm. As his hand took
hold of Jeremiahs neglected, sore, and rock hard cock, Jeremiah gasped
suddenly and a deep bass chuckle muffled past the rubber clad mans mask.

Jeremiah's body swung slightly with the slow careful strokes being
administered to his cock. The motion caused the large intruder buried in
his hole to move about, stretching his hole slightly more in every
direction. It was obvious that the man was well aware of what his
machinations were doing. Jeremiah's breath quickened, his body writhed and
the mans hand moved slower. Jeremiah moaned, feeling the pressure that had
been building behind his testicles and the hand griped his cock harder, no
longer massaging the wanting painfully erect prick. Rather the rubber hand
gripped it tightly enough that it could continue guiding the body over the
device on which it was impaled without rubbing or sating the cock. This
continued, the alternating of strokes, the anal probing, the closeness of
bodies, the occasional moan from Jeremiah and chuckle from beneath the mans
hood, until Jeremiah began whimpering like a wanting puppy from behind his
gag.

The man in the rubber hood released Jeremiahs penis, took a swat at each of
the weights dangling from Jeremiah's suddenly incredibly sore nipples, and
reached behind the right side of his head. This time a small switch device
which was attached to cables leading up to the same darkness the chains
disappeared into, came into view. The black glass eyes stared
uncommunicatively into Jeremiah's curious eyes. The mans rubber clad hand
pressed a button on the box and Jeremiah's body jerked for a second, then
incredibly slowly began to be lowered down further onto the huge object
beneath his ass and inside his hole. Jeremiah began to moan in pain around
the gag and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

He fought as best he could against his restraints to lift himself up as he
sunk but his muscles were fatigued and weak. The added pain of the weights
hanging from his nipples bouncing around in the struggle did not help
Jeremiahs plight. The machine which had been lowering him had stopped but
due to his own manipulations of his position he was not ready for the
length at which he'd been lowered when he finally gave up the fight. He
howled against the gag, built up drool in his mouth rolling down his chin
and onto the rubber clad mans chest, as his hole was brutally opened wider
then it had been before.

The rubber clad man gave Jeremiahs cock a couple more quick strokes before
he turned and left the hanging body to grow accustomed to its new state of
torment. His step seemed ginger as it made its way toward the work bench
where the chastity device awaited him. The man got to the chair and plopped
down on its wooden surface. Jeremiah was disgusted to hear the load within
squish around as the man ground his ass into the seat. For several minutes
Jeremiah literally sat there, his weight resting near full on the seemingly
larger and larger object at his sphincter. He took in deep heavy breaths
through his nostrils, the air tainted with the sour scent of human waste,
and exhaled with equal weight. Small clanks and scrapping sounds could be
heard coming from the rubber clad man at the workbench. Jeremiah was
fighting to relax during this cacophony of telling noises.

The man eventually gave a grunt and rose from the chair, taking Jeremiahs
mind off of his slow resting agony as he watched the man intently, holding
the three pieces of the chastity belt which had been affixed around
Jeremiah's waist for nearly two days. Jeremiah's eyes barley focused on the
man as they eagerly inspected the approaching components. He'd not actually
been able to see his cock cage in its entirety before, nor the frightful
tube which had been implanted in his anus. He was terrified at what he saw
coming closer and closer to him. The shaft, which he knew without doubt was
to go back into his aching hole, was shaped in ways he had not
expected. When he'd seen it's opening in his bathroom a day or so ago it
had seemed to be a simple metal tube, about 2" wide, held in place by the
belt. However the steel on the outside was much thicker then he'd expected
it to be and shaped with a smooth bump where it would rest on his
prostate. While it was obvious this was the shape that his previous
tormentor had been, it was equally obvious to Jeremiah that this was a new
tube insertion, as it's opening seemed to be at least a full inch, if not
more, thicker then it's predecessor. He could not ever in his life remember
receiving such a horrifying and terrible upgrade. The man paused at the
filth stained bed and set down the anal intruder as well as what appeared
to be the waist belt and continued to carry the steel cup toward Jeremiahs
hanging body.

The man held the cup up to Jeremiah's face as he stopped before him. He
held it there, shiny surface facing towards Jeremiahs drooling face for
just a moment before spinning it around in his hands so Jeremiah could get
a good look at the inside, where his dick would soon stay locked away from
him, cramped and throbbing. The back was, to Jeremiahs dismay, blocked by a
steel plate which was only slightly indented and save for a small hole at
its center otherwise smooth. The lighting was too dark for Jeremiah to see
through, a problem which was quickly remedied as the rubber clad man
gyrated the device in his hands and manipulated it so the outer shiny shell
pivoted on a before now unseen hinge, opening to reveal the treacherous
prison in all it's glory.

It set a certain sense of unease within Jeremiah to see that his cock and
balls could so easily be manipulated without the device ever needing to be
removed. He wondered, if it weren't for the rubber clad mans decision to
make his anal tube larger, would his belt have been removed so soon after
its application? He thought little over the matter as his mind became
occupied with what else lie within the steel cup. Coiled around itself once
so it could nestle inside the cup for storage was a thin plastic tube, the
catheter which was to be inserted into Jeremiah's urethra once again. It
lay with one of it's ends secured over a small metal shaft Jeremiah knew
led to a drainage hole which would be placed at his taint. There was a
small ring held in place about a half of an inch away from the pubic
plate. Jeremiah imaged this was where his cock was to be fed through,
separating it and his testicles within the confines and adding to the
aching throb along the shaft.

The rubber clad man dropped the cup from Jeremiah's immediate sight, down
to his cock and balls, which he then fed through the hole in the steel
plate; guiding Jeremiahs still slightly lubed cock through the steel ring
till it was flush against its base. Jeremiah was surprised at how stable
the device seemed to be hanging for a moment from his genitalia as the
rubber clad man reached his hand up past Jeremiahs head once again
retrieving the bottle of lube. Squeezing out a small dollop onto his
rubbery hand the man once again took hold of Jeremiah's excited
member. Jeremiah realized quickly, the intent was not purely for his
pleasure, as he felt the catheter being inserted into his piss slit. The
violation was not entirely pleasant. The strange sensation of something
moving into his penis was somehow far stranger then it had been when the
object was just suddenly there.

Jeremiah had never been aware of the first catheters insertion and never
before had reason to have one inserted into his most precious member. To
him this was an entirely new experience. At this point he'd come to realize
protesting would produce absolutely no result and had resigned himself to
take whatever he could of the process. He paid attention as he felt the
tube slide in seemingly effortlessly. It was slow, but it seemed
unhindered. This was probably due to the flesh having been held open non
stop for days.

Suddenly he felt the tube halt and at the same time felt the sudden need to
urinate. It was not the usual urge, the building pain one gets as the urge
comes on, rather the bitter feeling at the back of your groin that comes on
just before you actually do urinate. Then just as suddenly as it had come,
the pain was gone and the tube inched forward just a small bit more. The
process had left Jeremiah's cock half hard and hanging somewhat limply just
above his testicles, It appeared this was the ideal state for the member to
be in, as the shield of the cup closed over his privates and he felt the
top of the shaft of his penis pressed firmly against its solid insides. As
the piece was pressed all the way up to its backing a click could be heard,
signifying that it was locked in place.

The cage dangled there from Jeremiahs cramped cock and balls, the weight of
it slightly tugging on the entire package causing a very slight ache as the
rubber clad man turned back to the bed and brought the belt piece into
Jeremiah's view. It was a simple design, a plain steel band with serrated
ends which clicked into slots at either side of the cup. At its center, in
the rear, it had a small steel peg poking out from it where the back end of
the anal rod would eventually be attached. The rubber clad man led the belt
around Jeremiah's waist and clicked it into place. The steel cup was drawn
with several clicks of the belt, into Jeremiah's pubic bone. It wasn't
painful, just very tight; the motion caused more of his manhood to push
itself into the cup, causing the small space to get tighter. The chastity
belt seemed effectively locked on to Jeremiah; however the anal rod had yet
to come.

The rubber clad man leaned back and inspected his work. He seemed to be
laughing as he looked at Jeremiah. The slapping sound of trickling urine
echoed through the cement room as it fell from the steel cup. He then
reached for the weighted tit clamps on both of Jeremiah's nipples and took
them off quickly, before Jeremiah even had time to register the humiliation
of his piss flowing out against his control. The sudden release after such
a long time in compression caused Jeremiah to scream out around in pain
around the rubber cock strapped tightly in his mouth. His rectum convulsed
around its large intruder in response to the sudden pain also pushing out
more of the already flowing urine. His body shook slightly and he ended his
signs of agony with several sharp breaths and whimpers with each
exhale. The rubber clad man seemed to like this display of pain as he chose
to prolong it by massaging the sore nubs between his rubber covered
fingers. Twisting and pinching them as he shifted the sensitive bitten
flesh.

The man then reached for the switch again, Jeremiah winced in preparation
of what was to come next as he felt the jolt of the chains above preparing
to move. When the motion begun every muscle in Jeremiahs body went tight
and he felt the growing emptiness in his bowels. He was being removed from
the large intruder slowly but steadily. His ass hole involuntarily spasmed
open and shut against the receding shaft. The lowest part of his gut felt
empty and strangely cold with the withdraw.  The process was taking far
longer then he had thought it would as his accent continued. He was
appalled at how stretched he imagined his hole to be. When the invader was
fully with drawn, the direction was reversed and Jeremiah was lowered to
the cold urine soaked concrete floor.

As he lie there shivering in his piss, his body sore all over and stretched
in every way, his cock held tightly within it's prison, he felt the
weakness within his limbs from the various strains. He knew the reason he
was being so freely handled and barely restrained was that there was no way
at this point for him to mount a serious physical protest. The rubber clad
man reached down and manipulated Jeremiah's body. The cold chains, now
dangling around him freely, harmlessly stung Jeremiah's skin with its low
surface temperature. Jeremiah was manhandled into a highly vulnerable
position. His knees placed onto the cold hard concrete, separated wide and
open, his fore arms crossed over each other stretched out before him on the
same hard grey surface. His ass was upturned into the air, the copious
amounts of lubricant still there from its recent intruder cooled in the
air, his head rested on its side, drool seeping from his gagged mouth.

It wasn't long before he felt the rounded edges of the hallow tube at his
wide open anus. Despite the long and torturous stretching the device still
seemed huge to the well worked hole.  Jeremiah grunted as the shaft was
slid with care past his opening. The bulbous lump lent a plug like effect
to the tool causing a slight bit of resistance from the sensitive
orifice. The rubber clad man withdrew the device and rotated its body at
the edge of the fleshy entrance, then began the slow insertion once
again. He repeated this process several times more then was truly necessary
before finally holding and mounting pressure against the invading steel
contraption. With many grunts from around Jeremiah's gag and finally a
satisfied sounding moan of pleasure, the steel bump was pushed into place,
sliding firmly against Jeremiahs prostate. Seminal fluids dripped out of
the drainage hole at his taint as the rod clicked into the hinge below the
hole as well as the peg at the back of the belt, a second click was heard
and as the rubber clad mans hands left Jeremiahs body the solidarity of the
belts confinement was absolutely clear. Jeremiah closed his eyes as tears
rolled from between his lids.

When he opened them he nearly fell forward, catching himself on the padded
rubber fist mitts he'd been wearing before. Once again the shift of waking
up on all fours in the center of his living room was quick and easy. One
simple wave of nausea caused Jeremiah to cough past the rubber cock
implanted between his lips. His vision went from blurry to sudden crystal
clarity within moments. Shockingly his body felt strong again, more then
likely restrained in some manner, but otherwise renewed. As his mind joined
the group to help make sense of what Jeremiah was seeing he felt that
somehow the room seemed larger. As he was able to process more he realized
that the few pieces of furniture he'd had in the room were gone. Everything
except for the simple grey rugs he kneeled on was missing from its place.

Before he attempted to move he took stock of himself. The last time he'd
been in this position he'd almost learned a painful lesson. Sure enough he
found himself back in a hugely thick diaper. This one seemed twice the size
of the last. His legs were spread far, his knees resting in the pads
practically on their sides. He could feel the bulk of it spreading between
his legs and back around over his ass. His ankles were again affixed to the
rubber belt at his waist, securing the top of his clear plastic pants,
which he had no doubt had been locked back on. He could not attempt to test
the resistance of the diaper with his thighs as the thick rubber plate held
by the rubber belt was again in place. He could feel his hole once again
throbbing tightly around the steel intruder. His cock still half hard
within its confines, the only real difference this time was the fact that
the diaper was clean and Jeremiah was almost cheerful when he noticed it.

In fact the soft fabric against his ass as he began to attempt waddling
around the room felt rather pleasant. His movements were slow as his legs
fought with the bulk between them. Once again he could feel the rod in his
ass moving about as he moved. Due to his hindered abilities its
manipulations were slow and almost gentle, even pleasurable. As he made
course through the empty space he noticed there was a mirror against one
wall. The only other time he could remember seeing himself recently was in
the surface of the chastity cup when the rubber clad man held it in front
of his face a short while ago. This however was a large rectangular mirror,
the perfect size for him to see himself in. He paused there for a moment to
take in the vision.

And what a vision he was. The bulk at his waist was indeed huge and his
stance left him crawling with his ass on display. The rope held his ankles
only inches from the ground behind him. All of his hair was unkempt and
dishelved. His eyes looked tired and worn. The gag in his mouth showed
signs of drool stemming from behind it that Jeremiah had not noticed
before. This was also the first time he'd seen the opening end of the
horrible device, he stared at it with resentment. He had marks barely
peeking out over the cuffs of his fist mitts, around his biceps and thighs
and at his ankles, poking out much the same as the ones on his wrist. They
were memories left by the restraints he'd hung from for so long.  He turned
from himself with a feeling of unease in the pit of his stomach. With a
clear image of his state in his mind he could only imagine what someone
with no idea of what was happening might think. He was degraded by the
voices in his head as his mind ran away with the thought.

He continued his journey through the apartment into the bedroom where he
saw only his bed, still covered in the plastic sheets with what appeared to
be a new type of restraints. Due to the height of the bed he was unable to
get any idea of what their appearance had in store for him. He scanned the
rest of the room, the bathroom door still locked and the feeding tanks
still hanging from the bed. They seemed to have been cleaned and to
Jeremiahs horror they seemed to be larger then they had been. It was still
the two cylindrical tanks with tubes that fed into one. But they each
seemed thicker and longer then they had been before. It was the most
unsettling thing about his most recent experiences. He stayed put for a
moment in terror, expecting the rubber clad man to emerge from the bathroom
once again to put him through another round of the absolutely uncomfortable
treatment.

When his fears were not met with reality, he bolted from the room as fast
as his wide spread legs would allow him, slipping momentarily on the rubber
mitts, back into the living room as far from the menace as he could. He sat
in the middle of the room, clean diaper resting upon his heels and looked
around at its magnificent desertion. He stared into the bleak nothingness
it had become and tried not to worry or wonder about where everything had
gone. He knew he would not get an answer even if he was allowed one
solitary moment to vocalize the question. Instead he let his brain float
for a moment so other things could come to light. He was so lost in his
mental attempt to get lost that he barely realized the cramps coming to his
bowels. Nor did he react to the warmth that was building in the once clean
diaper. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he was about to spend
several hours wallowing in his own personal muck. He knew that there was no
way to tell when the rubber clad man would return. His mind however refused
to allow these questions to surface as he was frozen on one of the most
terrible personal realizations he'd ever had in his life. He was looking
forward the oncoming onslaught of his own filthy wastes.