Synopsis: A slender man who wants to be a muscle stud gets a rubber suit from his friend that comes with a chance to live his dream at a local fetish club.
Brandon tried flexing in front of the mirror without either bursting into laughter or hanging his head in shameful exasperation. It wasn't easy.
Brandon was blessed with the heart of a rubber sexpig, but cursed with the body of a champion swimmer. (Or maybe the blessing/curse was the other way around, depending on how you looked at it.) Dressed in only a black rubber jockstrap, Brandon's physique showed no signs of the unforgiving workout regimen he'd been pushing upon himself for the last month. He was as trim and defined as ever, with no body fat, but no bulk, either. He decided he needed the input of his friend Ryder. Slipping into his favorite black rubber jeans and tanktop, Brandon grabbed his lace-top steel-toed rubber boots and leather biker jacket and headed to Ryder's fetish shop.
"So what's the problem?", Ryder asked. "You look hot in what you've got on now."
"No, no", Brandon insisted. "I want to be big. I want to bulk up like a wrestler or a weightlifter, show up at one of your big play parties ready to seduce every latex muscleboy in sight."
Ryder snorted. "That's so never gonna happen."
Brandon opened his mouth, about to start his usual tirade of "Come on, you've gotta have something that can help me", but Ryan held up a hand to stop him.
"All you need is the right gear. And I happen to have just the thing."
Ryder led his friend to the back room, where Ryder's latest creation hung from a series of heavy-duty hangers. It was a latex bodysuit, perfectly sculpted to resemble the muscular body of a gym boy. Tight pecs, washboard abs, strong biceps, killer calves, magnificent ass. If not for its lack of a head and the feet that rounded off like stockings rather than toes, the rubber suit could have passed for the actual limbs and torso of a real guy. A totally hot, unbelievably ripped guy. Except for the nine-and-a-half inch dildo with the candy red mushroom head protruding from its crotch. That and one other thing.
"It's pink", Brandon said.
"Yeah", Ryder admitted. "I was going for something other than black, but most fleshtone latex looks all yellowish or orange. And who wants to go down on somebody while thinking "jaundice"? Anyway", and he slapped his scrawny pal on the back, waving a bottle of lube. "Strip down and lube up. You're trying it on."
Brandon's eyes widened. "I'll be swimming in it! Look at how huge it is. It's made for someone--"
"Just like you", Ryder interrupted. "The inside is meant to hug a--let's say a slimmer body. Think about it: would a gym bunny NEED a muscle suit?"
Brandon nodded. "Good point." Brandon stripped off his gear as Ryder took the large rubber suit down for him. "But I'm using talc", he insisted.
It was all Brandon could do to squeeze into the tight-fitting suit. "DAMN, man! This thing is so fucking tight it's smothering me!"
Ryder smirked. "If you'd let me lube you up instead of using that stupid talc of yours, it might go on a lot easier, Bran."
"No, no. I got it." Brandon made a final grunting noise as he shrugged his shoulders forward and the suit settled firmly into place upon his smooth body. Brandon's mouth dropped open as he looked at himself in the shop mirror. "Fuck me."
Brandon looked incredibly hot in the suit. The sculpt of the rubber made his body look like that of a shredded gym rat, and its latex interior was so snug that it followed every movement he made to create the illusion that the foam muscles were his own. There was even a contoured pouch for his ball sac.
"So how do you like it?", Ryder prompted him.
Brandon traced his chest and abs (or the suit's, rather) with his gloved fingers. The latex over his hands was the thinnest part of the suit, so he was able to feel every contour with almost the same sensation as if the skin of his fingers had made contact. The suit felt like real muscles, real skin. "It's incredible", Brandon admitted. He looked down at the giant dildo that encased his own meager six inches and added, "Geez. I'M incredible."
Ryder put his hands on Brandon's shoulders. "And that's what everybody will think at the party this Friday." Brandon turned around to look at his friend, refusal already apparent in his eyes. Ryder waved a finger at him. "Yes. You are going. And you are going--", and he turned Brandon's face back to the mirror, "--in that."
Friday came and at first Ryder thought Brandon was going to stand him up. Ryder stood in the alley outside the small club The Blow-Up, which he reserved every third Friday of each month for his shop-sponsored fetish party. He looked at his watch and frowned, knowing it was high time to get things under way, but not wanting to do so without Brandon. Finally, Brandon showed up, looking furtive and nervous. And scrawny. He was dressed just as he had been when he came to Ryder's shop, carrying a large duffel in one hand.
"Bran, why aren't you suited up?", Ryder demanded.
"I-I couldn't do it. I'm gonna try to go in just as myself. Here's your muscle suit back." He handed Ryder the duffel bag, and the shop owner took his underweight pal by the shoulder and pulled him to the side door.
"Guess that decision's up to you", Ryder sighed, pushing open the club door. "Go on in."
Inside the club, milling around under the dim blue lights and pounding music, was a wall-to-wall gathering of hot, muscled fetish men. Each attendee was adorned with some outfit designed to accentuate his considerable physique. Body harnesses, skintight rubber wrestling singlets, hoods, and hip boots were just some of the items that caught Brandon's eye as he took in the scene. Large biceps, six-pack abs, powerfully-defined legs, and huge cocks bulging under tear-away codpieces gleamed in the light and shined slick with sweat and lube.
"Help me get into the suit", Brandon said quickly.
Ryder had Brandon stripped naked right there in the alley in seconds. "I didn't bring any talc", Brandon said.
"Got'cher lube right here", Ryder said with a wide smile. Ryder yanked on thick elbow-length rubber gloves and began to coat his skinny pal totally with copious gelatinous layers of the gleaming lube. As his rubbered hands massaged Brandon's body, Brandon felt much of his anxiety leave him. Standing naked in a dirty alley, he felt more at ease than he had in ages. Concerns about gulping protein shakes and working with personal trainers faded from his mind and all he could feel was an eagerness to join the perverted rubbermen within the Blow-Up club.
"Fuck, man, this feels good", Brandon moaned.
"Kinda like liquid poppers", Ryder explained. "Your pores soak it up, you get seriously relaxed", and he saw Brandon's fierce erection, "and ready for playtime." By the time Brandon was coated down with an excess of the strange lube that had his head swimming and his balls buzzing, it took some effort on Ryder's part to get his slightly-drugged friend into the rubber muscle suit. Brandon's limbs at first flopped around like wet spaghetti, but grew stiffer as Ryder pushed them into the suit's arms and legs. Ryder had some fun sliding Brandon's cock into the suit's hard-rubber sheath, feeling his pal up and teasing his ball sac. Brandon breathed heavily, inhaling ragged gasps as his arousal increased sharply with Ryder's every touch, growing in intensity with the constant hug of the padded rubber suit.
"God, so fucking horny...", Brandon wheezed as Ryder turned him over and pressed him face-first against the wall. "What--what're you doing--?"
"Final adjustment", Ryder said. Spreading Brandon's sculpted rubber cheeks, Ryder forced a butt plug tube into his friend's ass that held his hole open.
"Ohhh, man", Brandon groaned, "feels good. But kinda empty--got something to fill that up?"
"Right inside", Ryder said, directing the rubberized muscle boy into the side door.
Brandon felt his arms and legs growing as stiff as his erection. "Ry, I'm having a little trouble moving. Is the suit on too tight?"
Ryder patted Brandon on the shoulder. "It's not the suit, it's the lube. It's doing it's job, is all." Before Brandon could ask what that meant, he felt his limbs go rigid, along with his torso.
"Wh-what's happening?", Brandon asked, fear beginning to mingle with his heightened arousal, drawing him out of his sluggish state.
"You're about to become the life of the party", Ryder told him. He then placed small protective lenses over Brandon's eyes. "Close your mouth", was all Ryder said next, as he produced a small spray can of liquid latex and quickly coated Brandon's face. Ryder plucked the small plastic lenses from Brandon's eyes and looked his friend over. The latex spray, already drying on Brandon's features, was the same pink color as his muscle suit, making him look slightly unreal. An additional spritz of a clear-coat latex spray had Brandon's high and tight haircut now looking like the false head fuzz found on classic G.I. Joe dolls.
"Did-did you just paint my face?", Brandon asked. He tried to reach up and touch his face to feel for the paint, but found his arms unwilling to move. "I'm stuck", Brandon gasped. "I-I can't move!"
"Nah, it's cool", Ryder said nonchalantly. He bent Brandon's arms as easily as a dime store mannequin or an action figure. "You're posable."
"Posable?!"
Ryder ignored Brandon's concern and folded his immobilized friend's hands, one at a time, over his dildoed cock, into a tight grip. Then, with a firm yank, Ryder pulled Brandon's pink gloved hands off his encased penis, leaving his hands in an empty, though strong, grip.
"Time to party", Ryder said, scooching Brandon into the club. As soon as Ryder was spotted pushing Brandon inside, a couple musclemen ran over to him to help. One wore rubber chaps and a chest harness, the other a metallic jock, black wrist and leg manacles, and little else. The two men hefted the stiffened Brandon easily into the room as partygoers crowded around.
"Gentlemen!", Ryder announced over the boom of the music, which was then tuned down slightly so he could be heard. "Allow me to present our guest of honor! After months of prodding, I finally got him here! Please welcome Brandon the human Love Doll!"
The crowd cheered wildly and Brandon's heart pounded within his chest, his balls and cock throbbed within his suit. He spotted a large banner hung at the end of the room, reading: Guys & DOLL Night!!
"Ryder, what the fuck is going on??", Brandon pleaded.
Ryder leaned right up to Brandon's pink ear and said, "Your dream come true. You are about to get fucked by every single hot guy in the room. And who can blame them, Bran? Look at yourself. You're a livin' doll!"
Ryder went to load up on drinks as the crowd converged hungrily on Brandon. The once-scrawny rubberist swallowed hard, licked his lips, and braced himself to be the life of the party.