This story was created by me for my
SSkinhead Master under his Instructions Malskin - http://malskin.tumblr.com/
Thank you SSir for teaching me and transforming me into a proud
skinhead. Thank for changing my life and mindset SSir: I am now completly owned
by Him
Mikel opened
his to a horrifying scene of three men in gasmask and full body rubber suites
holding his friend Chris down. As he tried to stop them he realized he was strapped
to some kind of cross, he was incapable of doing anything except watch the
scene unfold the gag in his moth even preventing him from screaming for help.
Chris himself did show much of a struggle he must have been drugged before
Mikel woke up. Mikel could barely what them pulling out Chris’s hard cock before
the cut of his clothes as he failed even to struggle at this point.
As Mikel
watched his friend’s eyes rolling back into his head now completely naked and his
cock almost unnaturally hard. His eyes looking for a way out of this place, but
even if he could get free the only exit was behind the table with Chris and the
rubber freak skinheads. Mikel tried to remember how this messed up, in this
fucking underground dungeon, where this shit did get start and how they got
here.
The memories
flood hit Mikel like a truck! They had been out with his gang of friends
celebrating Chris proposing to his long-term girlfriend the day before. Chris
was the first of his mates that was about to get married and they decided tour
the pubs and celebrate it.
They had a
great time and all agreed to enjoy the remaining time they as bachelors. The
feeling of this era, was a mixed back for Mikel since he just got left by his
girlfriend and was the only real single among his friends now and he knew the
rest of them would follow Chris example so. But he didn’t let this thought stop
him from enjoy drinking with his mates, enjoy it as long as he still could.
They had had
toured some of the favorite pubs and drank quit a lot as they decided to take
the short cut to Francis favorite pub through the park. Singing and in a
cheerful mode the wandered the dimly light park.
Without warning
their drunken stroll came to sudden end, seemingly out of nowhere a guy with a baseball
bat, dressed in Skinhead style cloths and a gas mask, blocked their path. The
badly light park light and the alcohol induced carelessness had allowed this
guys to sneak up on them. As he stared to think how to avoid any fighting more
guys in skinhead cloths appeared out of the bushes. Only now as they had been
surrounded by these skinheads with different gas masks, Mikel noticed that to
top of the weirdness of there gas mask they all them had been wearing a lot of
rubber looking cloths. They were out number, unarmed and drunk but hell they
would not go out with a fight
As they got
ready to fight these skinhead Freaks,
two or three gas grenades had landed net to them before they could even
kick them away the were already lying on the ground trying to stay conscious.
As the world went more and more in a blur he felt one of their boots rolling
him on his back and hear the words: “That’s the one, take the other ones to…”.
After that nothing.
As Mikel
snapped out of his memories he saw the three rubber clad me staring at him over
the motionless body of his drugged up friend. He could here the rubber skinhead
deep breathing as the exchanged looks with each, he started to sweat he knew he
had now their attention what would happen to him was also happening now to
Chris. As he realised that the rest of his mate were nowhere in sight, panic
started spreading in his mind what did they do to them…
As one of the
rubber skinhead stared to shave off the body walked over to him. “Welcome new
recruit! As you can see the other one already is getting fixed up…” he could
hear the rubber skin right of him. The sound calm voice only distorted by the
gasmask caused Mikel to shiver. “Your reorientation will very be different, but
after we’re done you’re going thank us new recruit. Cut his clothes off and the
injection is ready!”, the guy informed Mikel his skinhead partner, before he
felt the injection needle peering his neck.
Mikel’s clothes
hadn’t even been roved completely, as he could feel the drug taking effect.
Gone were all the unpleasant feeling he had just a few moments ago. As Mikel’s
mind tried to fight of the effect of the drug and not give into the comfortable
feeling it gave him, they had started to shave him, too. The moment he realised
this caused his mind to lose the battle and give into calm happiness the drug gave him, the moment of
irritation suddenly had changed into pleasure, the feeling and thought every
hair of his body getting removed aroused Mikel. By the time they were done with
shaving him Mikel was rock hard and lost in his need to cum if only he could
jerk of now…
“Here let me
help you”, the voice on his left told mike as he moved the gag. Mike did not
scream for help, even if he had still wanted to moan out of the pleasure he
felt from the shave. The rubber skinhead that had been shaving Chris up to this
point walked in front of Mikel and pulled a Gas mask over Mikel’s freshly
shaved head as he said: “This will help you, future brother. It will help you
understand and learn… We will show factory to you soon.”.
A loud moan of
pleasure came out of Mikel after the rubber covered his head completely. Mikel
shot his load, to the silent static sound he started to hearing after the
masked had covered his ears, as he passed out again.
He could feel
the rubber gear covering his skin, as he woke up again. He was no long strapped
down and could move freely as his three brothers guiding him on his
reorientation watched him get up. A weak voice in the back of his mind tried to
tell him something wrong, but it was so far away and so week to other for him.
“This uniform
is just part for the process, you’re going get your proper uniform after you
finished your reorientation brother. Now follow us, the reprograming other men
we prepared next to you is going to start. You should observe his first steps
on his way to be reborn as your pleasure slave!”, one of his skinhead brothers
informed Mikel.
As Mikel
watched Chris helpless covered fully in rubber, he knew that Chis would be gone
and only be his pleasure slave after this. He did stop or doubt what was
happening here but, wanted him to be reborn as his sex slave his rubber
skinhead fuck toy! No this was a favour to him being his rubber clad slave was
a better fate for him then wasting his live with some women, this way he could
feel endless pleasure by serving as Mikel’s skinhead slave.
Mikel even
assisted under guidance of this brothers adding the hose to breath and freeing
his slave cock from the rubber sheets not passing the chance up to give this
future pleasure Slave a short that of the rewards he
could earn in service to him, Mike stared rubbing his rubber gloves over the
slave’s cock.
As they walked
off leaving the slave alone to be reprogramed. Mikel rubbed his crotch thinking
of the fun he would have with his rubber skinhead toy after his mind had been
rewritten to serve him as a loyal rubber slave. He didn’t even think about his
own reprograming he noticed his mind was changing, but he liked whatever was
happening felt just right.
“Enjoying
yourself, brother? What’s your name?”: one of his guides asked as they walked
to old fabric building. Mikel thought for a second about his situation before
answered: “Fucking amazing brother, but I’m horny as fuck! my name is Mikel
Tailor”. “That name seems a bit unfitting to you, you should ask for a new one
that is more to the brotherhoods liking.”, one of the other rubber skinhead
replied. As he thought about it Mikel didn’t actually like his name, but had
never bothered to think about this he just had accept the name that had been
forced on him. Changing it sounded really appealing al of a sudden.
They walked
into a room filled if tubes with black rubbery looking liquids. “Brother, did
you question, what happened to the other men that were with you as we took you
in?”, a guide asked Mikel. He answered a bit irritated: “No, after they shave I
had stopped caring about them can’t even remember their names to be honest.”.
“Don’t worry about that this is part of your reorientation their names are useless
now any way let me show you why!”, the rubber skinhead replied to Mikel as he
showed him two tubes.
Inside both
tubes laid a person in a full rubber suit. As Mikel what closely he noticed the
liquid black rubber was absorbed into the suit and it looked like it was shrinking.
The voice of his guide pulled him back from his thoughts, “These used to be two
of the men that we acquired with you.”. “What’s happening here it looks so
different from the pleasure slave or my own reorientation?”, Mikel asked
fascinated. “They are being transformed into mindless worker drones. There
examination did reveal that these one are not deserving of becoming real
members or sentient slaves of the brother hood, so they are remade into worker
drones. Every man we acquire is evaluated. From that data they get select for
their reorientation into their future function.”, one of his guides explained.
“This
process permanently fuses the rubber suits to their skin and removes all traces
of their memories and free will. After the process they are little more than
humanoid tools. Who or what they have been before including der former names it
no longer imported.”, a different rubber skinhead explained.”. “And what will
be the propose I’m prepared for? How will I serve the brotherhood?”, Mikel
asked, amazed about all of it.
His rubber skin
brothers did quid him to another tube on the
wall as they told him this is not imported yet, but he would learn about his
purpose out very soon. In side of the tube set drone, looked as if it had
completed the transformation process. It had already received its boots and
seemed to be waiting of further orders. “This will be more or less how the two
back there will look in one or two days the process is a bit time consuming.
Worker drown, like this, make up most of the drones serving the brotherhood.
There are special drones they serve other purposes to you will learn about them
later. Now I have to fucking piss, let’s how one off
other times in action.”, his brother explained as they walked into the
next room.
A drone that
was kneeling in had still drops of piss from the last use of it all over is
rubber clad body. “Go ahead brother, I think I don’t have to explain what type
of drone this type is used for. “, stated one of Mikel’s rubber skinhead
brothers. All of them had a fucking piss into the urinal face and it drinking
it up without showing any other kind of reaction. Out of interest he pressed
his boot on the drone’s crotch, still no reaction. “The brain of this type
drone only recognises pleasure when it drinks piss. There cock or balls are
fucking useless now, no sensation down there. If you like kick it, you can make
it move but it will always resume its normal position proper passion again.”,
one of rubber skins explained jokingly. Mikel didn’t wait to try it out and his
brother was right it lost its balance for a moment and resumed the passion it
had before no sound no nothing. Mikel smiled under his gas mask.
The four of
them continued their introduction tour of the place. The walked down the
hallway as they told him that the other production parts would be shown and
explained later in depth to Mike. I could not wait he loved what his brothers
did here, as he kept rubbing his crotch.
They entered a
small room with one chair inside. The rubber clad Men were sitting in the chair
breathing the chemicals from the contraption, their cocks were throbbing cock
under the rubber, it was impossible to miss. “This one and the one in the room
on the opposite side of the hallway are the other 2 guys that we took in with
you brother. They are almost reprogramed at this point just need a final adjustment,
but we have to wait before we can make that happen. They will be the same as
the three of us brother. They will become our apprentices as to handle the
reorientation in a new factory at some point.”, the biggest one of the three
rubber skinheads explained.
Mikel’s gas
mask made a beeping sound all of a sudden. Before he could ask what this meant,
one of his brothers said: “Looks like your read to meet the boss, our founder
and Master. He will help you to understand your future as part of the
brotherhood.”. Mikel felt proud and excited to meet his Master, he wanted
nothing more to thank him for recruiting him he loved what he had seen so far
and couldn’t wait to see all of it and do anything to help with the production
of new brotherhood members and drones. The Image of him helping to create more
rubber skinhead to serve the brotherhood let his cock press against this rubber
uniform like it want to burst out of and the feeling of his cock rubbing
against pre-cum solid inside of his rubber uniform made even worst.
As Mikel walked
behind his brother eagerly wanting to meet his Master. Thinking became harder
and harder the brotherhood and his Master seemed to erase every other thought
or memory he had from before. As they walked he could not even remember
anything, even if had tried, from becoming a member of the brotherhood anymore.
As the doors to
the old fabric production hall opened Mikel was overwhelmed by what was hiding
behind the doors. About 200 skinheads dressed in mostly rubber gear only a few
of them were wearing gas mask or rubber mask. And in the wall on the other and
of the room on a black rubbery throw he sat on. The head of the brotherhood
serval almost fully rubber clad slaves try to outdo each other liking his boots
as he just sat there not even giving a gimps down to slave wanting to worship
him. There was no mistake he was there Master of all of them, as if his
radiance of pure dominance was not he was wearing a black rubber military
looking coat over his black rubber uniform, with a pair of rubber waders on his
feet.
One of rubber
skinhead in the room looked to any how would have met them on the street like
as an incarnation of domination itself, but this was nothing compared to the Master.
As he raises his hand the whole room went silent and all to the skinheads
including Mikel dropt to their knees. The sound of his Master’s voice send
shivers over Mikel’s body as he heard him order “Come here new one! Step before
me and tell me who you are!”.
Mikel had to
concentrate not to just run to his Master. As he stood to attention in front of
his Master he said: “I’m a new recruit of the brotherhood, Sir. I live o serve
you and my brothers. My name is… my name…”. What was his name he did know it
just a second ago, or did he? In his helpless confusion ty to follow his Masters
order he did not notice his Master’s satisfied smile. “Can’t remember boy?!
Good this proves your reorientation is complete boy. Remove you mask it has
served its purpose and suck your Masters cock. Take my seed and with it you
will know your new name and become part of the brotherhood boy!”, the Master
ordered his new recruit.
The new recruit
did as he was ordered. He removed his mask and started sucking the cock of his Master.
If there had been any memories from his old life left the recruit might felt or
fought any other thing den pure joy. As his Master shot his load into the new
recruits mouth the Master proclaimed: “You will be known as Robert Miller, boy!
And you will be trained to lead the third factory. Spending your life
recruiting new men for me and the brotherhood.”. Robert who still tasted the
seed of his Master, he just swallowed, in his mouth as he answered. “Yes Sir! Thank
you Sir!”.
Robert was
ordered to help the reorientation staff to make sure that his staff would be
programed to obey him without question to complete their reorientation to.
After that he was allowed to enjoy himself with the pleasure slave of his and
name him after filling his fuck hole with his skinhead cum!
His obedient
slave was already eagerly waiting for Roberts’s cock, after he had finished the
Masters order. He allowed his future retention staff to please their teachers
before could finally unload his balls in the slave they created just for him
and the Master of course. Robert was so horny that all the lube he cared to use
was one quick spit on the self fuck howl before he rammed his already painfully
hard cock. The slave gave a muffled scream of pain and pleasure as Robert
fucked him mercilessly for the first time that night. After he shoot his first
lude but und able to stop to fuck the slave’s ass cunt Robert said: “You weak
worth less cunt need a proper name that fits your worthless slave existence.
Tom is almost good but it will do faggot!”. Robert spent the whole teaching his
slave to take his cock!
After 7 months
of training and learning about all the different men he had to produce for the
brotherhood, Robert had become a proper factory over watcher and rubber
skinhead. The Master had sent him with his new staff off about 50 men including
recruiters, renovation staff and a hand full of drone along this some other
“specialists” to the new factory building that they would use to expand the
brotherhood. The place stared production only a month after Roberts arrival.
Robert loved to watch as the men of the city got transformed in loyal members
of the Brotherhood like him.
Mikel stopped
to exist months ago, his past life totally forgotten, he was Robert now a loyal
member of the brotherhood and he only answered to one person His Master he had
a mission to complete.
