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shadowhiveLet Go
Pairing: Cameron Liddell/Danny Worsnop/James Cassells
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rubber, non-con, mind break, transformation
Notes: Socarrythefire showed me the remix vid to Asking Alexandria’s Let go last night and of course this was gonna be the result in a rush of inspiration. (How could I not be inspired by the rubber outfits? Especially since I’ve had a rubber kick) although the video that inspired this had suits with adornments (see pics) the ones they’re wearing in the fic are featureless
Cameron groaned in annoyance as his phone buzzed from the sound of a text message. He hadn’t been home long from the recent Asking tour and he’d been looking forward to spending some time to himself. Sure touring was fun and he loved the guys dearly, but being on the same bus as them for weeks on end could get a little grating.
Besides he was thinking of hooking up with someone for some fun now he was back in the privacy of his own space.
He reached for his phone, unlocking it with his thumbprint and groaning as he saw it was a message from Danny. ‘Come round asap, band meating’
Ugh that was the last thing he wanted to do right now. Danny had been more annoying than usual this past tour and Cameron had been grateful he wasn’t going to to see him for another few weeks at least. So why did he want to see now? Maybe he had some idea for the next tour, or some thoughts on new music, or maybe he’d got some excuse to cancel the next tour. All were possible, because it was Danny after all.
He did consider telling him to fuck off, that it could surely wait until the next band meeting, but he knew Danny could be insistent when he wanted to be. So instead of trying to avoid it Cameron sent back a quick reply.
‘Be there in an hour.’
***
It didn’t take Cameron long to get ready, changing his clothes and putting his guitar in his car just in case, before driving to Danny’s place. It wasn’t far from his own place, though sometimes he questioned the decision to be in the same town as the band’s singer.
As he pulled into the driveway he saw that there was another car already there, which he recognised as James’. At least he wasn’t the only one here for this meeting, though he wondered if Paul or Sam would turn up later. He shook the thought from his head, parking up and getting out the car, grabbing his guitar case from the backseat and heading to the front door. With a sigh Cameron reached up, pressing the doorbell and waiting.
After a few moments, when no one answered he pressed it again, just to be sure he’d been heard. Maybe they were working on some music and hadn’t heard the first time. He was about to press the doorbell a third time when he heard the door unlock. “Thank fuck Danny wh…”
The door opened and there stood… Cameron blinked at the sight to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing.
There was a man stood there, covered head to toe in black rubber. There was no identifying features visible other than the shiny rubber but from the body type he could guess that it was Danny. He shook his head, then looked him up and down incredulously. He had to admit he was a little impressed by the quality, even though rubber wasn’t a thing he’d really indulged in himself.
“Seriously? This is what you wanted me here for? To see you in some gimp outfit?” He snorted, shaking his head. “Well now I’ve seen it, I’m heading back home now. Don’t message me again unless it’s for real band shit.”
He turned to head back to the car, but he felt a rubber covered hand grip his arm tightly. “What the fuck?” He looked back at Danny, at the expressionless black that covered his face. “Ahhh I see what this is.” Cameron smirked at him, putting two and two together. “You’ve got yourself in this suit and can’t get you out right? So you messaged me to get you out of it.” It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had to help get Danny out of a situation he’d gotten himself in. It was annoying as fuck whenever it happened, though he’d laugh at it looking back at them.
This would be the same.
“Fine let me go and I’ll come see what I can do.” Danny let go of him and stepped back, allowing Cameron to step inside. He set his guitar down by the door as Danny shut it behind them and he turned to look at him. “So I’m guessing the hood has a gag or some shit?” Danny didn’t respond, either verbally or moving his head, so he took that as a yes.
“Fine let me take a look and I’ll see if I can get it off you.” He turned to give him his full attention, looking over the rubber suit. “How many times have I got to tell you don’t do this kinda shit alone without someone to help get you out of it.”
The rubber clad hand reached for him again, gripping his hand tight. Cameron let out a grunt of annoyance, but allowed it, expecting him to bring his hand towards a zipper or fastening of the suit, to give him some indication as to where to start. Instead, though, Danny started to pull him with enough force that Cameron couldn’t resist following, almost stumbling. “What the shit Danny?” The tried to pull away but the other man’s grip was too strong, much stronger than it usually was.
Cameron had no choice but to follow him, stumbling a few times as he led him through the house. The only thing that he could think of was that, like an idiot, Danny had locked himself in this suit and was leading him to the key. “Let go of me I’m capable of following your stupid ass.” He didn’t release him, or even showed any signs that he’d noticed him speak, instead he just kept walking.
They walked through the living room and he’d half expected to see James sitting on one of the sofa’s, ready to laugh at Danny’s predicament and give Cameron an apologetic look, but there was no sign of him. The place was a mess though, a pizza box open on the table, some empty bottles strewn around and he had to bite back a comment on the state of the place.
Danny led him to the stairs and Cameron stumbled again at how urgently he pulled him upstairs. Of course what he was taking him to was in his bedroom. He’d been there before to help him when he got into trouble but he always hated it.
A few people had said to him that he must be lucky as a dom to have such a submissive sub in the same band, and it always came as a surprise to them when he told them that no, they’d never fucked. Not for lack of trying of course in Danny’s part, especially in the early days, but eventually he’d given up trying. Cameron just had no interest in dominating the singer and that had only increased seeing him in compromising positions over the years.
Danny pulled him into one of the bedrooms and immediately his eyes were drawn to another rubber clad figure in the room. This one was taller, slimmer, more angular looking and Cameron felt him staring at him. “Great so you got someone else here too? You can’t have both gotten stuck in your suits.” Almost as soon as he said the words he started to think that maybe they could have, after all he wasn’t sure how much dexterity a person had in a rubber suit, maybe they couldn’t undo the fastenings. But if that was the case how could Danny text him?
“So who is this then?” He looked the other man up and down. “Is it some random hook up or did you somehow convince James to try a suit on?” He certainly was the right build for their drummer but of course there was no way to be sure. Neither of them responded, so he guessed that like Danny there was a gag under the hood. He thought James was more sensible than this, but he had been surprised by people before.
Before he could think more on it Danny roughly shoved him into the room and Cameron almost stumbled again. “Hey! There’s no need to be so rough you fuckwit!” He straightened himself up, looking at the other man. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of this, I just need to…”
Danny grabbed both of his arms, pulling them behind him sharply. “What the fuck??” The other suited man moved from where he stood against the wall, advancing on him and he reached up. He grabbed ahold of Cameron’s t-shirt pulling on the fabric with enough force to rip it, the pieces falling to the floor. “What the shit?” He was glad it wasn’t one of his better shirts but it was still an annoyance. He started struggling against Danny’s grip, wanting to get free of him, to get out of this situation. “What the fuck is this? Let go of me!”
The figure in front of him wasn’t deterred by his shouts, reaching down and undoing the button and zipper of his jeans. He tried to lash out, kicking at the other man, but he didn’t even react, even though he caught his legs. He tugged Cameron’s zipper down, then pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs, leaving him mostly naked. The rubber man crouched down, removing his shoes and socks, tossing them to one side wordlessly, leaving him naked before them.
It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been naked in front of Danny (or James if that was him) as being in a band, on the road in confined spaces, kind of meant it was inevitable. In those situations he was always naked by choice, either changing or coming out of the shower but this… this was different.
“Let me go right fucking now Danny! This isn’t funny, you’ve crossed a line this time.” He growled, trying to sound as threatening as possible, but he just held him tighter, squeezing his arms hard enough that it made him cry out in pain.
A terrifying thought crossed his mind.
What if this wasn’t Danny after all? That he’d just assumed it because he had the same body type, that he was at Danny’s home. He hadn’t seen his face after all or heard his voice, so it could be anyone underneath all that rubber. The thought sent chills down his spine and he hoped that he was wrong, that this was some kind of sick twisted joke.
He tried again to struggle, but it was no good. The figure in front of him’s head moved slightly, as if looking him up and down and then he made a gesture to the floor. Suddenly Danny pushed him down and Cameron fell to the floor, his hands catching him as feel so he was on his hands and knees. It as a position he’d hoped never to find himself in and he tried to push himself up to his feet. Maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to run.
Before he had a chance to the man in front of him reached down, gripping his hair, yanking his head back with enough force to make him cry out before he could stop himself. He looked at him, his face a blank expanse of rubber and it was so unnerving. Without being able to see his actual face he had no way of knowing what he was thinking. Was he finding this arousing? Funny? As it was he had nothing to go on.
Cameron swallowed his pride and spoke, hating what he was going to say. “Please, just let me go. You don’t have to do this.” The blank expression was still unreadable, especially as it made no sound. No snort or derision, no laughter, no sign of acknowledgement at all. “Let me go and we can forget all about this ok? You two can just… do whatever shit you were doing and leave me out of this.”
He didn’t respond and Cameron was about to open his mouth to say something, anything to get him out of this, but instead he felt a finger at his hole and his blood ran cold. He struggled gains but a strong hand on his back held him down while two fingers roughly forced themselves into him. He cried out at the intrusion, tears forming in his eyes. The only fingers that had ever been near his hole had been his own, at a moment of curiosity years ago, but he’d not done anything since. Now he had two fingers inside him, sinking all the way before starting to move.
“Stop this! Stop it right now! If that really is you Danny I’ll fucking kill you when this is over!” His words did nothing, the fingers moving inside him, opening him up worryingly easily. He glared at the man in front of him, his hand still tight in his hair. “And I’ll kill you too you fucker!” He snarled out the words with every ounce of venom he had. When this was over he’d make them both pay, whether they were strangers or his bandmates he’d make them suffer for this.
Two fingers became three and he hissed in pain, squeezing his eyes shut. This couldn’t be happening, this had to be some awful nightmare, a scenario his brain had conjured up to torment him. The fingers jabbed at his spot and a moan escaped his lips a jolt of pleasure shooting through him. No. No no no, there was no way he was going to enjoy this.
He opened his eyes, ready to growl and spit and scream at the man before him but he was gone. He blinked in confusion, looking to his left and right and he caught sight of the slimmer rubber man, moving around behind him.
The three fingers slipped out of him and he was relieved by that, even though he knew that relief would be short lived. Danny (he couldn’t think of him as anyone else at this point), stepped into view, taking the other man’s position in front of him. It took him a few moments to realise, through his teary eyes, what was wrong with about him but then his hand was in his hair and he couldn’t avoid it.
Sticking out from the man’s crotch there was an erect cock. It wasn’t that Danny had undone a zipper on his suit to expose himself, as this wasn’t the flesh coloured cock of a person. The shatter was as black as the rest of the suit, but it definitely wasn’t there when he’d first looked at him. Nor was there any indication that this was some sort of strap on or attachment, if anything this seemed like it was part of the suit, like it had somehow always been there,
He was sure he saw it twitch.
He didn’t have time to think much more on it, as he felt hands on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart to expose his virgin hole to the other man. “Please… please don’t…” He whispered, hating how broken his voice sounded to his own ears. The plea fell on deaf ears and the man behind him thrust into him.
He screamed at the feeling, at the intrusion, at the painful fullness, at the violation. Neither man seemed to care about his pain, remaining just as silent as they always had, their strong hands holding him in place at their mercy. Cameron squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block it out but it wasn’t good.
The man filled him in one thrust, then started moving right away. He soon set a a steady rhythm, in and out, in and out, each thrust in both hurting and catching that spot inside him sending a mix of pain and shameful pleasure. Cameron hated it.
The hand in his hair tightened, clearly to get his attention and he opened to his eyes to be confronted by the sight of Danny’s rubber cock. For a second he thought it looked bigger, but he wrote that off just as quickly. His other hand was wrapped around the base of it, angling it so the head brushed against his cheek. Cameron flinched and tried to turn away, but the hand in his head pulled on his hair, forcing him towards it. He knew what was coming and he glared up at the faceless man above him for even daring to do it.
The rubber cock brushed against his lips.
He kept his mouth tightly shut, not wanting to admit it and certainly not giving him the satisfaction of fucking his throat. He might not have been able to stop him from fingering his ass, but he’d be damned if he was going to let him fill his mouth as easily. He gave Danny a glare of defiance as the cock brushed over his mouth again and he was sure he felt wetness on his lips.
The man behind him thrust a little harder and he hissed at the pain, though kept his mouth shut. The next thrust was accompanied by another sharp pull on his hair and the joint pain made a moan escape his lips, though he grit his teeth before he could doing anything. The third thrust was harder still, with the hand in his hair pulling so hard he thought it would rip hair from his head. This time he couldn’t stop him spelt from yelling and that lapse was all it took for the rubber cock to force its way into his mouth.
Almost immediately Cameron bit down against the invader, but sinking his teeth into the rubber didn’t do anything. He guessed he should have expected that, nothing else he’d done had deterred them and the shaft was rubber after all but he still had to try.
The man fucking him resumed the steady pace he’d started earlier while Danny gripped kept a hold of his head, starting to fuck his face. Every thrust of the rubber cock made him gag and he hated it. He hated the feeling of his throat being invaded, he hated the taste of the rubber but most of all he hated whoever it was doing this. Somehow getting his mouth fucked felt even more of a violation than his ass and he was determined to make whoever this was pay when this was over.
He glared up at his assailant to let him know that, but all that greets him was that same expressionless rubber face, giving him no indication he’d even registered his fury, which only made him more frustrated.
One thing was for sure in Cameron’s mind though, there was no way that this was Danny. Danny was too much of a bottom to fuck anyone’s face and he certainly didn’t have the balls to even try and do it to him. And he knew Danny, he was a lot of things, a total slut for cock, a complete idiot sometimes, a fool when drunk, he said and did things without thinking all the time but he was certainly no rapist.
No, whoever this was it wasn’t Danny and he had no qualms about hunting him down and slitting his throat when this was over.
He felt himself gag as the cock thrust down his throat, fresh tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His vision, blurry with tears, was now just the rubber clad crotch and thighs of ‘Danny’, with the occasional flashes of light from the corners whenever he pulled back.
The pair of them settled into a sick rhythm. The man fucking him kept to the pace he’d started with and ‘Danny’ kept to a similar pace. Their movements were such that as the man fucking him filled him, ‘Danny’ pulled back until just the head of the rubber cock was in his mouth. Then there actions were reversed, with the man behind him pulling back as ‘Danny’ thrust back in, the rubber cock sliding into his mouth and down his throat.
Cameron squeezed his eyes shut again, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer humiliation of it all. He’d never had any intention to have even one cock inside him so to now have two, even rubber ones was a humiliating violation. It didn’t help that both of them weren’t small either, both thick and stretching both his lips and hole.
Though to his shame it was hurting less now, maybe his body had gotten used to it or was just numb to it, but the pain of the thrusts had subsided. Worse though, was that the relentless rhythmic thrusts of the cock filling him was making his body have a reaction. He felt disgusted by himself, but whenever it caught his spot it went straight to his own dick.
At least the man fucking him wasn’t drawing attention to it by acknowledging it, Cameron wasn’t sure he could bear that.
He wasn’t sure how long this went on for, the pair of his assailants thrusting in and out of his holes, their pace never changing. They were silent the whole time and Cameron wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse. All they did was thrust and hold him down.
Eventually he felt something strange on his tongue. The rubber cock no longer felt like the firm rubber of the twitching shaft. It tasted kind of… salty, especially around the head of it. He wasn’t sure how it could taste different, after all this was just solid rubber not an actual cock, but today had been strange enough as it was. With every thrust the taste got stronger and he definitely felt something slide down his throat. He wanted to spit it out, but he had no choice but to swallow as more of it seeped from the cock.
In the back of his mind he wondered if this was happening to his ass too, but there was no way of telling.
All Cameron could really do is hope that this meant this whole experience was almost over. All he had to do was get these men off and then it was done. So to his shame he started to put some effort to finishing this, squeezing his lips, clenching his hole, wiggling his tongue against the cock in his mouth. He hated it but saw it as a necessary evil to end this quicker.
If it had any effect on the two of them they didn’t show it. Their movements remained the same and they were still silent, but he felt more of that fluid seep out of ‘Danny’s’ cock so he took that as a positive sign. Well as positive as any of this could be.
Cameron kept up his efforts, keeping his eyes closed, feeling tears slide down his cheeks as he sucked on the invading cock.
It actually felt… nice and he hated himself fit the thought but it was true. As much as he hated it a small part of him liked sucking on the thick rubber, liked how it felt pulsing on his tongue. His dick twitched and yeah, part of him even liked the cock thrusting into him.
What the fuck was wrong with him??
He wanted to banish the thoughts from his head, to shake them away p, but instead it felt like they were getting stronger, more overwhelming. He liked sucking cock. He liked getting fucked and filled. No, he loved it. He wanted it, he needed it, he craved it.
The right hand of the man fucking him, that had been pressed against the small of his back, moved around his waist, the rubber clad fingers wrapping around his erection. Cameron moaned around the cock in his mouth as he started to stroke him and he found himself buck into the touch.
It felt good to be touched, even better the feel of the rubber against him, making the other man’s movements slick as he jerked him off. It took him a few moments to realise that the movements of his hand matched the man’s thrusts and he’d have admired his rhythmic skills hoof he wasn’t aching.
He wanted more, he wanted him to go faster, but instead he kept the same pace. That didn’t matter, because it felt so good and if his mouth wasn’t filled then moans would be spilling from his lips, filling the air around them.
Instead the only sound filling the room was the squeaks of rubber and the few choked noises he could make.
Cameron felt himself torn as he felt a familiar feeling start to pool in his gut. Part of him wanted, needed, for him to cum, to shoot all over himself, painting his body and the floor with his load, but another part of him knew that meant this would be over and he didn’t want it to be. He wanted to be like this, to be fucked by these two men forever. Despite it being an utterly alien feeling it somehow felt right, more right than anything he’d ever thought or felt before.
More of that fluid spilled down his throat and he thrust his hips, feeling overwhelmed as he came across the floor in what felt like the most intense orgasm of his life.
They didn’t stop moving, not right away. The man did let go of his dick though, moving to hold onto his hip but he kept moving. ‘Danny’ kept moving too and he thought, in a daze, that maybe they really would keep fucking him forever like he’d wanted.
He wasn’t sure how long they kept fucking him, but eventually they did stop, pulling out of him. There was a sudden pang of disappointment at that, not just at the loss but he wasn’t sure if either men had came as well. But that didn’t last long as he felt wetness hit his skin at the small of his back. ‘Danny’s’ hand pulled his head back and he watched as something shot out of the rubber dick, landing across his face and neck.
The thing was that it wasn’t the pearlescent colour of cum, this was a thick black fluid, almost like liquid rubber. He felt it spread over his skin, both from where it had landed on his back and his face and it was a strange sensation, unlike anything he’d felt before.
‘Danny’ stepped aside and he felt himself be pulled to his feet and towards a floor length mirror in the corner of the room allowing him to watch what was happening to him. The black liquid rubber was spreading over his body, almost with a mind of its own as it covered his skin. It spread over every inch of his body, covering his arms and legs, concealing his ink, encasing his cock. Although some of it had landed on his face it seemed like it was leaving it for last so that he could see.
There was a small voice in his head telling him that he should run, that he should be trying to get this off him, stopping this from happening. But that voice felt wrong, so he squashed it down and ignored it, watching as the rubber spread across his body.
When it covered his ass he felt some of it push into his hole, expanding and shaping itself into a plug, keeping him full and stretched, like he was meant to be.
Eventually he was fully covered in it from the neck down and it felt good to be covered in it. No, better than good, it felt amazing. All that was left was his head. Cameron watch his reflection as the rubber spread across it and he felt it cover the back of his head, pressing his hair down against his skin. The rubber spread across his lips and it did more than that, it part his lips and he felt some of it enter his mouth. Like what filled his hole this spread itself, expanding to fill his mouth like a ball gag rendering him silent. But that was ok, Cameron knew he had nothing to say anymore
Lastly it covered his eyes and his vision became pure black rubber, not that he’d have needed to see anymore anyway. His vision did come back after a few moments, looking like he was seeing the world through dark tinted sunglasses. He saw himself in the mirror and he marvelled at the sight of the shiny black rubber that covered his body. He reached up, now feeling he could move and he touched the rubber, marvelling at how it felt.
To either side of him he saw the two men that had used him and he knew with absolute clarity that they were Danny and James, that they had undergone this transformation too and it would have made him smile if he could. Instead he just looked as featureless and expressionless as they were.
There was a part of him that screamed at this, but that part of him was no longer necessary and he felt it drift away as he accepted this new form.
Both Danny and James placed their hands on his shoulders, the contact almost reassuring. Danny left him, reaching to grab his phone from the bedside table. Although he felt like much of his thoughts were drifting away, the last vestiges of himself, he knew what he was doing as he tapped at the screen.
All Cameron could do was wonder who would be joining them.
***
Cameron stood against the wall with James beside him. He had been stood there since Danny had sent that message, as immobile and silent as the others. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been there, but it felt oddly nice to just be stood doing nothing.
He’d felt his head empty a bit more as he stood there and he felt glad that such useless thoughts were leaving his head. He wouldn’t be needing them anymore after all.
Danny had stayed with them for most of the time, but when he heard a noise outside he had moved, unlocking the door and leaving the room. Moments later he heard a sound of a doorbell ringing a few times, followed by indistinct voices. A thrill of excitement went through him and he heard them get louder as they approached.
“Danny the fuck are you doing?” He heard a familiar voice from outside and then Danny appeared through the doorway, pulling Sam in behind him. The bassist took one look between the pair of them and shook his head. “Listen Danny I dunno what sort of kinky shit you’re playing at but I’m not in the mood. Your message made it sound like it was something important not you having some fetish fun.”
Danny turned his head to look at Cameron and James and Cameron knew what was going to happen. He grabbed Sam by the arms, pulling his arms behind him harshly, just like Danny had done to him earlier. If he could have smirked he would have.
As James approached the struggling man to remove his clothing Cameron couldn’t help but think that he would look so much better covered in black rubber.
Pairing: Cameron Liddell/Danny Worsnop/James Cassells
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rubber, non-con, mind break, transformation
Notes: So
carrythefire showed me the remix vid to Asking Alexandria’s Let go last night and of course this was gonna be the result in a rush of inspiration. (How could I not be inspired by the rubber outfits? Especially since I’ve had a rubber kick) although the video that inspired this had suits with adornments (see pics) the ones they’re wearing in the fic are featurelessCameron groaned in annoyance as his phone buzzed from the sound of a text message. He hadn’t been home long from the recent Asking tour and he’d been looking forward to spending some time to himself. Sure touring was fun and he loved the guys dearly, but being on the same bus as them for weeks on end could get a little grating.
Besides he was thinking of hooking up with someone for some fun now he was back in the privacy of his own space.
He reached for his phone, unlocking it with his thumbprint and groaning as he saw it was a message from Danny. ‘Come round asap, band meating’
Ugh that was the last thing he wanted to do right now. Danny had been more annoying than usual this past tour and Cameron had been grateful he wasn’t going to to see him for another few weeks at least. So why did he want to see now? Maybe he had some idea for the next tour, or some thoughts on new music, or maybe he’d got some excuse to cancel the next tour. All were possible, because it was Danny after all.
He did consider telling him to fuck off, that it could surely wait until the next band meeting, but he knew Danny could be insistent when he wanted to be. So instead of trying to avoid it Cameron sent back a quick reply.
‘Be there in an hour.’
***
It didn’t take Cameron long to get ready, changing his clothes and putting his guitar in his car just in case, before driving to Danny’s place. It wasn’t far from his own place, though sometimes he questioned the decision to be in the same town as the band’s singer.
As he pulled into the driveway he saw that there was another car already there, which he recognised as James’. At least he wasn’t the only one here for this meeting, though he wondered if Paul or Sam would turn up later. He shook the thought from his head, parking up and getting out the car, grabbing his guitar case from the backseat and heading to the front door. With a sigh Cameron reached up, pressing the doorbell and waiting.
After a few moments, when no one answered he pressed it again, just to be sure he’d been heard. Maybe they were working on some music and hadn’t heard the first time. He was about to press the doorbell a third time when he heard the door unlock. “Thank fuck Danny wh…”
The door opened and there stood… Cameron blinked at the sight to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing.
There was a man stood there, covered head to toe in black rubber. There was no identifying features visible other than the shiny rubber but from the body type he could guess that it was Danny. He shook his head, then looked him up and down incredulously. He had to admit he was a little impressed by the quality, even though rubber wasn’t a thing he’d really indulged in himself.
“Seriously? This is what you wanted me here for? To see you in some gimp outfit?” He snorted, shaking his head. “Well now I’ve seen it, I’m heading back home now. Don’t message me again unless it’s for real band shit.”
He turned to head back to the car, but he felt a rubber covered hand grip his arm tightly. “What the fuck?” He looked back at Danny, at the expressionless black that covered his face. “Ahhh I see what this is.” Cameron smirked at him, putting two and two together. “You’ve got yourself in this suit and can’t get you out right? So you messaged me to get you out of it.” It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had to help get Danny out of a situation he’d gotten himself in. It was annoying as fuck whenever it happened, though he’d laugh at it looking back at them.
This would be the same.
“Fine let me go and I’ll come see what I can do.” Danny let go of him and stepped back, allowing Cameron to step inside. He set his guitar down by the door as Danny shut it behind them and he turned to look at him. “So I’m guessing the hood has a gag or some shit?” Danny didn’t respond, either verbally or moving his head, so he took that as a yes.
“Fine let me take a look and I’ll see if I can get it off you.” He turned to give him his full attention, looking over the rubber suit. “How many times have I got to tell you don’t do this kinda shit alone without someone to help get you out of it.”
The rubber clad hand reached for him again, gripping his hand tight. Cameron let out a grunt of annoyance, but allowed it, expecting him to bring his hand towards a zipper or fastening of the suit, to give him some indication as to where to start. Instead, though, Danny started to pull him with enough force that Cameron couldn’t resist following, almost stumbling. “What the shit Danny?” The tried to pull away but the other man’s grip was too strong, much stronger than it usually was.
Cameron had no choice but to follow him, stumbling a few times as he led him through the house. The only thing that he could think of was that, like an idiot, Danny had locked himself in this suit and was leading him to the key. “Let go of me I’m capable of following your stupid ass.” He didn’t release him, or even showed any signs that he’d noticed him speak, instead he just kept walking.
They walked through the living room and he’d half expected to see James sitting on one of the sofa’s, ready to laugh at Danny’s predicament and give Cameron an apologetic look, but there was no sign of him. The place was a mess though, a pizza box open on the table, some empty bottles strewn around and he had to bite back a comment on the state of the place.
Danny led him to the stairs and Cameron stumbled again at how urgently he pulled him upstairs. Of course what he was taking him to was in his bedroom. He’d been there before to help him when he got into trouble but he always hated it.
A few people had said to him that he must be lucky as a dom to have such a submissive sub in the same band, and it always came as a surprise to them when he told them that no, they’d never fucked. Not for lack of trying of course in Danny’s part, especially in the early days, but eventually he’d given up trying. Cameron just had no interest in dominating the singer and that had only increased seeing him in compromising positions over the years.
Danny pulled him into one of the bedrooms and immediately his eyes were drawn to another rubber clad figure in the room. This one was taller, slimmer, more angular looking and Cameron felt him staring at him. “Great so you got someone else here too? You can’t have both gotten stuck in your suits.” Almost as soon as he said the words he started to think that maybe they could have, after all he wasn’t sure how much dexterity a person had in a rubber suit, maybe they couldn’t undo the fastenings. But if that was the case how could Danny text him?
“So who is this then?” He looked the other man up and down. “Is it some random hook up or did you somehow convince James to try a suit on?” He certainly was the right build for their drummer but of course there was no way to be sure. Neither of them responded, so he guessed that like Danny there was a gag under the hood. He thought James was more sensible than this, but he had been surprised by people before.
Before he could think more on it Danny roughly shoved him into the room and Cameron almost stumbled again. “Hey! There’s no need to be so rough you fuckwit!” He straightened himself up, looking at the other man. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of this, I just need to…”
Danny grabbed both of his arms, pulling them behind him sharply. “What the fuck??” The other suited man moved from where he stood against the wall, advancing on him and he reached up. He grabbed ahold of Cameron’s t-shirt pulling on the fabric with enough force to rip it, the pieces falling to the floor. “What the shit?” He was glad it wasn’t one of his better shirts but it was still an annoyance. He started struggling against Danny’s grip, wanting to get free of him, to get out of this situation. “What the fuck is this? Let go of me!”
The figure in front of him wasn’t deterred by his shouts, reaching down and undoing the button and zipper of his jeans. He tried to lash out, kicking at the other man, but he didn’t even react, even though he caught his legs. He tugged Cameron’s zipper down, then pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs, leaving him mostly naked. The rubber man crouched down, removing his shoes and socks, tossing them to one side wordlessly, leaving him naked before them.
It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been naked in front of Danny (or James if that was him) as being in a band, on the road in confined spaces, kind of meant it was inevitable. In those situations he was always naked by choice, either changing or coming out of the shower but this… this was different.
“Let me go right fucking now Danny! This isn’t funny, you’ve crossed a line this time.” He growled, trying to sound as threatening as possible, but he just held him tighter, squeezing his arms hard enough that it made him cry out in pain.
A terrifying thought crossed his mind.
What if this wasn’t Danny after all? That he’d just assumed it because he had the same body type, that he was at Danny’s home. He hadn’t seen his face after all or heard his voice, so it could be anyone underneath all that rubber. The thought sent chills down his spine and he hoped that he was wrong, that this was some kind of sick twisted joke.
He tried again to struggle, but it was no good. The figure in front of him’s head moved slightly, as if looking him up and down and then he made a gesture to the floor. Suddenly Danny pushed him down and Cameron fell to the floor, his hands catching him as feel so he was on his hands and knees. It as a position he’d hoped never to find himself in and he tried to push himself up to his feet. Maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to run.
Before he had a chance to the man in front of him reached down, gripping his hair, yanking his head back with enough force to make him cry out before he could stop himself. He looked at him, his face a blank expanse of rubber and it was so unnerving. Without being able to see his actual face he had no way of knowing what he was thinking. Was he finding this arousing? Funny? As it was he had nothing to go on.
Cameron swallowed his pride and spoke, hating what he was going to say. “Please, just let me go. You don’t have to do this.” The blank expression was still unreadable, especially as it made no sound. No snort or derision, no laughter, no sign of acknowledgement at all. “Let me go and we can forget all about this ok? You two can just… do whatever shit you were doing and leave me out of this.”
He didn’t respond and Cameron was about to open his mouth to say something, anything to get him out of this, but instead he felt a finger at his hole and his blood ran cold. He struggled gains but a strong hand on his back held him down while two fingers roughly forced themselves into him. He cried out at the intrusion, tears forming in his eyes. The only fingers that had ever been near his hole had been his own, at a moment of curiosity years ago, but he’d not done anything since. Now he had two fingers inside him, sinking all the way before starting to move.
“Stop this! Stop it right now! If that really is you Danny I’ll fucking kill you when this is over!” His words did nothing, the fingers moving inside him, opening him up worryingly easily. He glared at the man in front of him, his hand still tight in his hair. “And I’ll kill you too you fucker!” He snarled out the words with every ounce of venom he had. When this was over he’d make them both pay, whether they were strangers or his bandmates he’d make them suffer for this.
Two fingers became three and he hissed in pain, squeezing his eyes shut. This couldn’t be happening, this had to be some awful nightmare, a scenario his brain had conjured up to torment him. The fingers jabbed at his spot and a moan escaped his lips a jolt of pleasure shooting through him. No. No no no, there was no way he was going to enjoy this.
He opened his eyes, ready to growl and spit and scream at the man before him but he was gone. He blinked in confusion, looking to his left and right and he caught sight of the slimmer rubber man, moving around behind him.
The three fingers slipped out of him and he was relieved by that, even though he knew that relief would be short lived. Danny (he couldn’t think of him as anyone else at this point), stepped into view, taking the other man’s position in front of him. It took him a few moments to realise, through his teary eyes, what was wrong with about him but then his hand was in his hair and he couldn’t avoid it.
Sticking out from the man’s crotch there was an erect cock. It wasn’t that Danny had undone a zipper on his suit to expose himself, as this wasn’t the flesh coloured cock of a person. The shatter was as black as the rest of the suit, but it definitely wasn’t there when he’d first looked at him. Nor was there any indication that this was some sort of strap on or attachment, if anything this seemed like it was part of the suit, like it had somehow always been there,
He was sure he saw it twitch.
He didn’t have time to think much more on it, as he felt hands on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart to expose his virgin hole to the other man. “Please… please don’t…” He whispered, hating how broken his voice sounded to his own ears. The plea fell on deaf ears and the man behind him thrust into him.
He screamed at the feeling, at the intrusion, at the painful fullness, at the violation. Neither man seemed to care about his pain, remaining just as silent as they always had, their strong hands holding him in place at their mercy. Cameron squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block it out but it wasn’t good.
The man filled him in one thrust, then started moving right away. He soon set a a steady rhythm, in and out, in and out, each thrust in both hurting and catching that spot inside him sending a mix of pain and shameful pleasure. Cameron hated it.
The hand in his hair tightened, clearly to get his attention and he opened to his eyes to be confronted by the sight of Danny’s rubber cock. For a second he thought it looked bigger, but he wrote that off just as quickly. His other hand was wrapped around the base of it, angling it so the head brushed against his cheek. Cameron flinched and tried to turn away, but the hand in his head pulled on his hair, forcing him towards it. He knew what was coming and he glared up at the faceless man above him for even daring to do it.
The rubber cock brushed against his lips.
He kept his mouth tightly shut, not wanting to admit it and certainly not giving him the satisfaction of fucking his throat. He might not have been able to stop him from fingering his ass, but he’d be damned if he was going to let him fill his mouth as easily. He gave Danny a glare of defiance as the cock brushed over his mouth again and he was sure he felt wetness on his lips.
The man behind him thrust a little harder and he hissed at the pain, though kept his mouth shut. The next thrust was accompanied by another sharp pull on his hair and the joint pain made a moan escape his lips, though he grit his teeth before he could doing anything. The third thrust was harder still, with the hand in his hair pulling so hard he thought it would rip hair from his head. This time he couldn’t stop him spelt from yelling and that lapse was all it took for the rubber cock to force its way into his mouth.
Almost immediately Cameron bit down against the invader, but sinking his teeth into the rubber didn’t do anything. He guessed he should have expected that, nothing else he’d done had deterred them and the shaft was rubber after all but he still had to try.
The man fucking him resumed the steady pace he’d started earlier while Danny gripped kept a hold of his head, starting to fuck his face. Every thrust of the rubber cock made him gag and he hated it. He hated the feeling of his throat being invaded, he hated the taste of the rubber but most of all he hated whoever it was doing this. Somehow getting his mouth fucked felt even more of a violation than his ass and he was determined to make whoever this was pay when this was over.
He glared up at his assailant to let him know that, but all that greets him was that same expressionless rubber face, giving him no indication he’d even registered his fury, which only made him more frustrated.
One thing was for sure in Cameron’s mind though, there was no way that this was Danny. Danny was too much of a bottom to fuck anyone’s face and he certainly didn’t have the balls to even try and do it to him. And he knew Danny, he was a lot of things, a total slut for cock, a complete idiot sometimes, a fool when drunk, he said and did things without thinking all the time but he was certainly no rapist.
No, whoever this was it wasn’t Danny and he had no qualms about hunting him down and slitting his throat when this was over.
He felt himself gag as the cock thrust down his throat, fresh tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His vision, blurry with tears, was now just the rubber clad crotch and thighs of ‘Danny’, with the occasional flashes of light from the corners whenever he pulled back.
The pair of them settled into a sick rhythm. The man fucking him kept to the pace he’d started with and ‘Danny’ kept to a similar pace. Their movements were such that as the man fucking him filled him, ‘Danny’ pulled back until just the head of the rubber cock was in his mouth. Then there actions were reversed, with the man behind him pulling back as ‘Danny’ thrust back in, the rubber cock sliding into his mouth and down his throat.
Cameron squeezed his eyes shut again, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer humiliation of it all. He’d never had any intention to have even one cock inside him so to now have two, even rubber ones was a humiliating violation. It didn’t help that both of them weren’t small either, both thick and stretching both his lips and hole.
Though to his shame it was hurting less now, maybe his body had gotten used to it or was just numb to it, but the pain of the thrusts had subsided. Worse though, was that the relentless rhythmic thrusts of the cock filling him was making his body have a reaction. He felt disgusted by himself, but whenever it caught his spot it went straight to his own dick.
At least the man fucking him wasn’t drawing attention to it by acknowledging it, Cameron wasn’t sure he could bear that.
He wasn’t sure how long this went on for, the pair of his assailants thrusting in and out of his holes, their pace never changing. They were silent the whole time and Cameron wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse. All they did was thrust and hold him down.
Eventually he felt something strange on his tongue. The rubber cock no longer felt like the firm rubber of the twitching shaft. It tasted kind of… salty, especially around the head of it. He wasn’t sure how it could taste different, after all this was just solid rubber not an actual cock, but today had been strange enough as it was. With every thrust the taste got stronger and he definitely felt something slide down his throat. He wanted to spit it out, but he had no choice but to swallow as more of it seeped from the cock.
In the back of his mind he wondered if this was happening to his ass too, but there was no way of telling.
All Cameron could really do is hope that this meant this whole experience was almost over. All he had to do was get these men off and then it was done. So to his shame he started to put some effort to finishing this, squeezing his lips, clenching his hole, wiggling his tongue against the cock in his mouth. He hated it but saw it as a necessary evil to end this quicker.
If it had any effect on the two of them they didn’t show it. Their movements remained the same and they were still silent, but he felt more of that fluid seep out of ‘Danny’s’ cock so he took that as a positive sign. Well as positive as any of this could be.
Cameron kept up his efforts, keeping his eyes closed, feeling tears slide down his cheeks as he sucked on the invading cock.
It actually felt… nice and he hated himself fit the thought but it was true. As much as he hated it a small part of him liked sucking on the thick rubber, liked how it felt pulsing on his tongue. His dick twitched and yeah, part of him even liked the cock thrusting into him.
What the fuck was wrong with him??
He wanted to banish the thoughts from his head, to shake them away p, but instead it felt like they were getting stronger, more overwhelming. He liked sucking cock. He liked getting fucked and filled. No, he loved it. He wanted it, he needed it, he craved it.
The right hand of the man fucking him, that had been pressed against the small of his back, moved around his waist, the rubber clad fingers wrapping around his erection. Cameron moaned around the cock in his mouth as he started to stroke him and he found himself buck into the touch.
It felt good to be touched, even better the feel of the rubber against him, making the other man’s movements slick as he jerked him off. It took him a few moments to realise that the movements of his hand matched the man’s thrusts and he’d have admired his rhythmic skills hoof he wasn’t aching.
He wanted more, he wanted him to go faster, but instead he kept the same pace. That didn’t matter, because it felt so good and if his mouth wasn’t filled then moans would be spilling from his lips, filling the air around them.
Instead the only sound filling the room was the squeaks of rubber and the few choked noises he could make.
Cameron felt himself torn as he felt a familiar feeling start to pool in his gut. Part of him wanted, needed, for him to cum, to shoot all over himself, painting his body and the floor with his load, but another part of him knew that meant this would be over and he didn’t want it to be. He wanted to be like this, to be fucked by these two men forever. Despite it being an utterly alien feeling it somehow felt right, more right than anything he’d ever thought or felt before.
More of that fluid spilled down his throat and he thrust his hips, feeling overwhelmed as he came across the floor in what felt like the most intense orgasm of his life.
They didn’t stop moving, not right away. The man did let go of his dick though, moving to hold onto his hip but he kept moving. ‘Danny’ kept moving too and he thought, in a daze, that maybe they really would keep fucking him forever like he’d wanted.
He wasn’t sure how long they kept fucking him, but eventually they did stop, pulling out of him. There was a sudden pang of disappointment at that, not just at the loss but he wasn’t sure if either men had came as well. But that didn’t last long as he felt wetness hit his skin at the small of his back. ‘Danny’s’ hand pulled his head back and he watched as something shot out of the rubber dick, landing across his face and neck.
The thing was that it wasn’t the pearlescent colour of cum, this was a thick black fluid, almost like liquid rubber. He felt it spread over his skin, both from where it had landed on his back and his face and it was a strange sensation, unlike anything he’d felt before.
‘Danny’ stepped aside and he felt himself be pulled to his feet and towards a floor length mirror in the corner of the room allowing him to watch what was happening to him. The black liquid rubber was spreading over his body, almost with a mind of its own as it covered his skin. It spread over every inch of his body, covering his arms and legs, concealing his ink, encasing his cock. Although some of it had landed on his face it seemed like it was leaving it for last so that he could see.
There was a small voice in his head telling him that he should run, that he should be trying to get this off him, stopping this from happening. But that voice felt wrong, so he squashed it down and ignored it, watching as the rubber spread across his body.
When it covered his ass he felt some of it push into his hole, expanding and shaping itself into a plug, keeping him full and stretched, like he was meant to be.
Eventually he was fully covered in it from the neck down and it felt good to be covered in it. No, better than good, it felt amazing. All that was left was his head. Cameron watch his reflection as the rubber spread across it and he felt it cover the back of his head, pressing his hair down against his skin. The rubber spread across his lips and it did more than that, it part his lips and he felt some of it enter his mouth. Like what filled his hole this spread itself, expanding to fill his mouth like a ball gag rendering him silent. But that was ok, Cameron knew he had nothing to say anymore
Lastly it covered his eyes and his vision became pure black rubber, not that he’d have needed to see anymore anyway. His vision did come back after a few moments, looking like he was seeing the world through dark tinted sunglasses. He saw himself in the mirror and he marvelled at the sight of the shiny black rubber that covered his body. He reached up, now feeling he could move and he touched the rubber, marvelling at how it felt.
To either side of him he saw the two men that had used him and he knew with absolute clarity that they were Danny and James, that they had undergone this transformation too and it would have made him smile if he could. Instead he just looked as featureless and expressionless as they were.
There was a part of him that screamed at this, but that part of him was no longer necessary and he felt it drift away as he accepted this new form.
Both Danny and James placed their hands on his shoulders, the contact almost reassuring. Danny left him, reaching to grab his phone from the bedside table. Although he felt like much of his thoughts were drifting away, the last vestiges of himself, he knew what he was doing as he tapped at the screen.
All Cameron could do was wonder who would be joining them.
***
Cameron stood against the wall with James beside him. He had been stood there since Danny had sent that message, as immobile and silent as the others. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been there, but it felt oddly nice to just be stood doing nothing.
He’d felt his head empty a bit more as he stood there and he felt glad that such useless thoughts were leaving his head. He wouldn’t be needing them anymore after all.
Danny had stayed with them for most of the time, but when he heard a noise outside he had moved, unlocking the door and leaving the room. Moments later he heard a sound of a doorbell ringing a few times, followed by indistinct voices. A thrill of excitement went through him and he heard them get louder as they approached.
“Danny the fuck are you doing?” He heard a familiar voice from outside and then Danny appeared through the doorway, pulling Sam in behind him. The bassist took one look between the pair of them and shook his head. “Listen Danny I dunno what sort of kinky shit you’re playing at but I’m not in the mood. Your message made it sound like it was something important not you having some fetish fun.”
Danny turned his head to look at Cameron and James and Cameron knew what was going to happen. He grabbed Sam by the arms, pulling his arms behind him harshly, just like Danny had done to him earlier. If he could have smirked he would have.
As James approached the struggling man to remove his clothing Cameron couldn’t help but think that he would look so much better covered in black rubber.
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Date: 2024-11-04 04:05 pm (UTC)anyway, I KIND OF LOVE THIS CONCEPT??? I’m kinda neutral on rubber as a kink (unless, yk, it’s on Tate Langdon) but SENTIENT rubber?? that is something I never would have thought of AND IT HIT JUST RIGHT. I love the mystery like is it a creature some sort of parasite…? I remember in the Jay fic he was acting off and his eye colour was different iirc so u kinda got the gist of what was going on but because of the silent eerie tense vibe you’ve created here I have absolutely no idea and I LOVE THAT.
I like that you showed it overtaking someone who was normally a dom who wasn’t into butt stuff at all—like if it had been some slutty bottom guy and he started to like it eventually even tho it’s noncon I would have been like yeah ok not super surprising but the sharpness in Cameron’s change of perspective hit hard like DAMN he’s really brainwashed huh. I have to wonder if it’s the liquid that he tasted in his mouth that triggered it, or just the sex in general…? 🤔 idk I got a lot of questions and I love that they’re all so open ended.
I think I’ve told you before that I’m not super into gags because I love loud subs but uh… wow this complete silence kink really hit me icl 😳😳 I love the fact that there was literally no communication at all from “Danny and James” they just got right to it and something about that was very hot?? and the fact that Cameron couldn’t speak either and the only sounds were from the movement of the leather itself was sooooo 👌
Idk I feel like u put so much creativity into this!!! like wbk you’re an excellent smut writer I’ve known this for like 4 years now but your fics lately have this fantasy science fictiony vibe that feels like a whole world contained in the story and not just something you created to make a single kinky hot scene (I hope u get what I’m trying to say here, obviously there’s nothing wrong w kink for kink’s sake I’m 100% here for that but I just appreciate the different concepts u have been coming up with!!!)
I’d like to see more in this universe and it seems like there’s quite a few more additions to it so I’m super excited to read them!!!
BASICALLY I LOVED IT THANK U FOR THE MEAL. 🩷🩷🩷🩷
also one last thing rq since i went in blind knowing nothing about these guys so im curious about the dynamic here—it seems like Cameron doesn’t care for Danny much (I mean obviously it’s normal to not wanna rail your bandmate even tho he’s into you but I kinda felt a resentment beyond that) and I’m wondering if that’s a irl thing within the band or something for fic purposes! :3
anyway this is long as fuck so imma end it here 🫶🫶
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Date: 2024-11-04 06:48 pm (UTC)(Tate mention! So of course I have to use the icon of him😏👀)
I’m glad you liked it! I’ve seen a few pieces of art with it rubber acting like this and it just stuck with me, then seeing that vid inspired me to do something with it! Yeah I liked the mystery that they don’t really know and it just takes over them👀 I’m glad you liked the vibes!
Exactly! I see him as one of those dom top types that’s not even considered taking dick, so the whole non con aspect really is so much worse to him as result (until it changes him of course!) yeah once he’s tasted it that’s a sign that it’s over, especially coupled with the sex
That makes sense, loud subs can be fun! (I’m looking at you awsten! I need to do that fic where he’s mouthy and gets railed for it) I’m glad you liked it though, the eerie silence of them is so creepy yet so oddly hot at the same time.
Awww thank you I’m so glad you think so! I only expected this to be a one off but it’s now expanded to three others and it’s been interesting! Aww thank! Yeah I get what you mean and I’m glad that you liked!🖤
I hope you like them too! There’s four total so far and will probably be more!
I’m so glad!🧡🧡
I kinda blame <lj user=carrythefire for the characterisation of Asking (since I dunno them too well either!) the basic thing is that Danny is a bottom slut, that doesn’t really care who he gets dickfrom. Cameron is the opposite, being a total dom top, but proffering to do things on his own terms, rather than just fuck whoever 👀(if that makes sense!) Yay for long comments💜