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shadowhiveA Gift
Pairing: James Cassells
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: rubber, transformation
Notes: Prequel to the last fic.carrythefire left a comment that made me wanna do a prequel so this is what came as a result. (I had two possible prequel ideas so another may follow
James jogged around the park, glad he lived so close to it. It was only walking distance from his home which meant that, whenever they weren’t touring, he could come and visit it. Sometimes he just enjoyed nature, watching the ducks and other birds on the pond. Other days, like today, he would jog to take his mind off things.
Fuck he was glad tour was over.
James loved touring in general, he loved playing on stage in front of a different crowd each night. He loved visiting new places (though hated that touring meant he barely saw things). But this time…
Fuck, Danny had been difficult and that was putting it mildly. It was almost as bad as he was back in the day, when he’d get wasted on whatever he could find. James had been glad those days were behind him, that he’d largely replaced the booze and drugs with a dick fixation. But this year! Ge wasn’t sure wh6 but Danny was acting up and it was driving him crazy.
He shook his head, hating that he was dwelling on it when he was expressly trying not to. Maybe it was time to just head home and find something else to focus on.
***
When James arrived back home he was greeted with a large box left on his doorstep. He frowned slightly at the sight, not having expecting a package. He always made sure to stay in if he had, so this was a bit of a mystery. It was quite a large box too, about a meter square so that just made him more intrigued. Looking down, he examined it, looking for a label or some sort of indication as to where it came from to clue him in as to what it could be.
Alas he found none.
He frowned a little but shrugged, pulling out his keys and unlocking the door, pushing it open wide enough so he could pick it up and carry it inside. He set it on the table in front of the sofa, then made his way to the kitchen to get both a drink and knife to open it up.
After tagging a long drink from his water bottle, he set it beside the box, before examining it again. Now he looked at it not only was there no markings to indicate who sent it there also wasn’t even a label with his address on.
Strange.
“Well there’s only one way to find out what this is.” James said to himself, using the knife to cut through the packing tape and seeing inside. Within there was another cardboard box, also unmarked, so he opened that too, being careful so as not to damage whatever was inside. As soon as he was done he unfolded the inner box to peer inside.
He’d not been sure what he would find, but he certainly wouldn’t have guessed what he saw. It was a black rubber.
“Huh.” He reached in, lifting it up out of the box and the material unfolded as he did to get a proper look at it. It was a black rubber body suit and it looked like it would be his size too. The question was what was it doing here?
He set the suit down on his sofa, looking back inside the box in case there was anything else inside. He hoped that there would be something to indicate where it had come from, an invoice from the company who sent it, or a note if it was a strange gift from someone but there was nothing, just the suit.
Huh.
It could have been delivered to the wrong address of course, but he didn’t see any of his neighbours as being into that. Then again, you never did really know.
He thought if he knew anyone that would send this as some sort of gift. But no one came to mind. Well, one person did, one of Funeral’s guitarists, but they weren’t exactly close friends.
He turned his attention from the box to the suit itself. James hadn’t given suits like this much of a thought. He knew of them of course, but he’d never thought of wearing one himself. He ran a curious finger along the shiny surface and it did feel nice to the touch.
Well it wouldn’t hurt to try it on right?
After all he had nothing else planned for the day and if he didn’t like it he could just shove it in the back of the wardrobe.
He took another long jug from his water bottle, then lifted the rubber up and carried it to his bedroom. James settled it on his bed, then started to undress, removing his t-shirt then reaching down to undo his the zipper of his fly. As he pushed his trousers and underwear down he was surprised that he was actually half hard at the prospect of wearing the suit.
He let out a small laugh at his reaction, shaking his head in amusement as he pushed his trousers and underwear away with his foot. He wondered for a moment if he should keep his socks on, but figured he should just go for it, kneeling down to remove them too so that he was completely naked.
James straightened back up, looking at the rubber thoughtfully. He had to admit he had no idea how to put one on and he guessed he should have looked that up before getting naked. Ah well, he was sure he could figure it out one way or another.
He reached for the rubber suit, running a hand along the leg, checking for an opening but finding nothing. It was only when his fingers went to the chest that he found that there was an opening, running along the front like an open shirt.
Strange, he was sure that it wasn’t there before. He wrote the thought off just as quickly. It was probably only obvious now that he was feeling for it.
He guessed that what he had to do was step into the legs of the suit, and then pulling it up over himself.
So he lifted the rubber from the bed, setting it down on the floor and stepping into the legs of the suit, pulling the black, shiny material up his legs. It felt strange, the material clinging to his skin as he pulled it up, but it was a nice feeling. It went straight to his cock, which was now fully hard between his legs.
He couldn’t help but get a pang of excitement, wanting to know what it would feel like around him. He pulled the suit higher, eager to find out.
He let out a low moan as it covered his cock, the rubber clinging to him. It felt oddly nice but he didn’t stop there, continuing to pull it up, sliding each of his arms into the rubber, until his fingers were in the gloves at the ends.
He looked down at himself, admiring the black rubber that now covered his inked skin. It was a strange sight but, as he ran his fingers across his chest, he had to admit that it looked good to have them covered, to look featureless. Before he could think on that anymore he felt something strange.
The opening in the rubber, that he’d used to get into it, was gone.
He traced his fingers along the rubber where it should have been and he couldn’t find it. “The fuck?” He ran his hands over his chest, just to see if he had somehow missed it the first time but it just wasn’t there. The suit was just rubber, solid, unyielding, with the only opening being the one around his neck.
His cock throbbed.
He tried to ignore his erection, after all it’s not as if he could touch it, and tried to figure out where the opening had gone.
James ran his hands over himself again, looking for some sort of catch or button or zipper or… something but he couldn’t find any sign of any of them. It was just the shiny rubber of the suit covering his chest completely.
Maybe that’s why he couldn’t find anything, that the rubber covering his fingers couldn’t grasp onto it, that he’d need another person to do so. Fuck.
As he came to that realisation he noticed that his hand was reaching up behind his head. It grasped some more of the rubber, and he found himself pulling the hold up and over his head. It covered him completely, his hair, his eyes, his chin, his mouth. He should have felt more disconcerted by it, especially that his hand had pulled it over seemingly without thinking about it. But he couldn’t help but feel that this felt… right somehow.
His dick throbbed again and he squirmed.
The rubber seemed to tighten a little now when the hood completely covered him, almost like it was sealing itself around him. When he reached to his throat he found that, like the opening on his chest, he couldn’t find the join where the hood met the rest of the suit. It was almost like it was a single piece of rubber, completely encasing his body.
It felt good, it felt right somehow.
He walked to the corner of the room where he had a small mirror on the dressing table. He could see through the hood and it was like looking through tinted lenses, which made the world seem darker. He looked at the reflection of himself in the mirror, running his hands all over himself. He looked completely featureless now, just a human form covered in black rubber. He tried to feel for anyway of removing it, hoping maybe having the sight of himself in the mirror would help him find them somehow.
It was as he was trailing his fingers along his neck that he felt something strange, which disturbed him from his search for any of the openings.
There was movement at his ass. It felt like something was sliding between his cheeks, about the size of a finger but that was impossible. Not only was he alone, but neither of his hands were anywhere near his ass. Not only that, but even if there was someone else here he wasn’t sure how they, or even himself, could get into the suit.
Whatever it was found his hole and, as it pushed inside, a moan left his lips, muffled by the rubber that covered his face.
As soon as his lips parted he felt something slide between them. It was almost like the suit itself was moving, filling his mouth with a rubber ball gag. Part of him felt afraid as it silenced him, his hand moving from his neck to feel at his mouth, not that he could do anything to remove it. He could feel it though, the solid ball that was now between his lips, holding his mouth wide open. It wasn’t the first time he’d been gagged, but it felt different now, not just with the strangeness of a gag appearing but the rubber that covered his face meaning it was held in place.
He felt something on his tongue then.
It was liquid, just a few drops at first and it tasted salty and also rubbery. It was like it was coming from the gag itself, like it was sweating it almost. He had no choice but to swallow it down.
His attention was drawn back to the thing at his ass. It was bigger now, like it had swollen while he’d been distracted and was fully inside him. It felt like a plug filling him up, keeping him stretched open. It was a feeling he was familiar with when he had…
He was sure he had been filled before by a plug, but now he couldn’t remember.
The rubber covering his cock squeezed around him and he would have moaned in pleasure if he could. The pressure felt so good around his cock, he found himself wanting more. The rubber squeezed again, this time accompanied by more of that fluid filling his mouth and the rubber in his ass swelling again, the tip of it pressed against his spot, making him ache even more whenever it did.
He felt wetness inside himself too, much like what was in his mouth, but in the moment he didn’t care. It just felt so good to be filled like this.
When had he last been filled? It felt like a distant memory and suddenly he thought how bad that was. He should be filled all the time, constantly, with something big and thick and solid.
The rubber inside him expanded and it felt bigger than anything he’d had before. It felt so amazing to be so filled, to be so stretched open. He reached for his belly and he was sure he could feel a bulge from it beneath the rubber. His eyelids fluttered under the hood, the squeezing at his crotch feeling more intense. He couldn’t quite describe it, but it felt even better than a hand stroking him. It felt more intense somehow.
The gag was spilling more fluid now. What had once been a few drops had turned into a trickling and then almost a gushing of the liquid. It felt and tasted so good and he swallowed every drop of it down his throat.
A shiver of pleasure went through his body, everything being so intense and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He came inside the suit, over his body that was clammy with sweat. It felt so amazing and he thought for a moment he should have collapsed back on the bed from the force of it, or at least shuddered. Instead he was stood still in front of the mirror, looking at his faceless form.
His hands fell either side of himself as the fog of his orgasm faded. The plug inside of him had shrunk a little inside him, but still kept him open. That was good, because he hoped that he would be filled again soon.
James’ mind felt a little hazy as if he’d lost something, though he couldn’t quite place what. He admired himself in the mirror, at the rubber that covered every inch of his skin, that made him faceless, featureless. He’d have smiled if he wasn’t gagged by it.
He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, looking at this faceless rubber form in the mirror, but eventually he turned away from his reflection, walking out of the room.
This suit was a gift, one that had he knew had to be shared.
He went downstairs, grabbing his car keys from the bowl by the door.
And he knew exactly who to share it with first.
Pairing: James Cassells
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: rubber, transformation
Notes: Prequel to the last fic.
carrythefire left a comment that made me wanna do a prequel so this is what came as a result. (I had two possible prequel ideas so another may followJames jogged around the park, glad he lived so close to it. It was only walking distance from his home which meant that, whenever they weren’t touring, he could come and visit it. Sometimes he just enjoyed nature, watching the ducks and other birds on the pond. Other days, like today, he would jog to take his mind off things.
Fuck he was glad tour was over.
James loved touring in general, he loved playing on stage in front of a different crowd each night. He loved visiting new places (though hated that touring meant he barely saw things). But this time…
Fuck, Danny had been difficult and that was putting it mildly. It was almost as bad as he was back in the day, when he’d get wasted on whatever he could find. James had been glad those days were behind him, that he’d largely replaced the booze and drugs with a dick fixation. But this year! Ge wasn’t sure wh6 but Danny was acting up and it was driving him crazy.
He shook his head, hating that he was dwelling on it when he was expressly trying not to. Maybe it was time to just head home and find something else to focus on.
***
When James arrived back home he was greeted with a large box left on his doorstep. He frowned slightly at the sight, not having expecting a package. He always made sure to stay in if he had, so this was a bit of a mystery. It was quite a large box too, about a meter square so that just made him more intrigued. Looking down, he examined it, looking for a label or some sort of indication as to where it came from to clue him in as to what it could be.
Alas he found none.
He frowned a little but shrugged, pulling out his keys and unlocking the door, pushing it open wide enough so he could pick it up and carry it inside. He set it on the table in front of the sofa, then made his way to the kitchen to get both a drink and knife to open it up.
After tagging a long drink from his water bottle, he set it beside the box, before examining it again. Now he looked at it not only was there no markings to indicate who sent it there also wasn’t even a label with his address on.
Strange.
“Well there’s only one way to find out what this is.” James said to himself, using the knife to cut through the packing tape and seeing inside. Within there was another cardboard box, also unmarked, so he opened that too, being careful so as not to damage whatever was inside. As soon as he was done he unfolded the inner box to peer inside.
He’d not been sure what he would find, but he certainly wouldn’t have guessed what he saw. It was a black rubber.
“Huh.” He reached in, lifting it up out of the box and the material unfolded as he did to get a proper look at it. It was a black rubber body suit and it looked like it would be his size too. The question was what was it doing here?
He set the suit down on his sofa, looking back inside the box in case there was anything else inside. He hoped that there would be something to indicate where it had come from, an invoice from the company who sent it, or a note if it was a strange gift from someone but there was nothing, just the suit.
Huh.
It could have been delivered to the wrong address of course, but he didn’t see any of his neighbours as being into that. Then again, you never did really know.
He thought if he knew anyone that would send this as some sort of gift. But no one came to mind. Well, one person did, one of Funeral’s guitarists, but they weren’t exactly close friends.
He turned his attention from the box to the suit itself. James hadn’t given suits like this much of a thought. He knew of them of course, but he’d never thought of wearing one himself. He ran a curious finger along the shiny surface and it did feel nice to the touch.
Well it wouldn’t hurt to try it on right?
After all he had nothing else planned for the day and if he didn’t like it he could just shove it in the back of the wardrobe.
He took another long jug from his water bottle, then lifted the rubber up and carried it to his bedroom. James settled it on his bed, then started to undress, removing his t-shirt then reaching down to undo his the zipper of his fly. As he pushed his trousers and underwear down he was surprised that he was actually half hard at the prospect of wearing the suit.
He let out a small laugh at his reaction, shaking his head in amusement as he pushed his trousers and underwear away with his foot. He wondered for a moment if he should keep his socks on, but figured he should just go for it, kneeling down to remove them too so that he was completely naked.
James straightened back up, looking at the rubber thoughtfully. He had to admit he had no idea how to put one on and he guessed he should have looked that up before getting naked. Ah well, he was sure he could figure it out one way or another.
He reached for the rubber suit, running a hand along the leg, checking for an opening but finding nothing. It was only when his fingers went to the chest that he found that there was an opening, running along the front like an open shirt.
Strange, he was sure that it wasn’t there before. He wrote the thought off just as quickly. It was probably only obvious now that he was feeling for it.
He guessed that what he had to do was step into the legs of the suit, and then pulling it up over himself.
So he lifted the rubber from the bed, setting it down on the floor and stepping into the legs of the suit, pulling the black, shiny material up his legs. It felt strange, the material clinging to his skin as he pulled it up, but it was a nice feeling. It went straight to his cock, which was now fully hard between his legs.
He couldn’t help but get a pang of excitement, wanting to know what it would feel like around him. He pulled the suit higher, eager to find out.
He let out a low moan as it covered his cock, the rubber clinging to him. It felt oddly nice but he didn’t stop there, continuing to pull it up, sliding each of his arms into the rubber, until his fingers were in the gloves at the ends.
He looked down at himself, admiring the black rubber that now covered his inked skin. It was a strange sight but, as he ran his fingers across his chest, he had to admit that it looked good to have them covered, to look featureless. Before he could think on that anymore he felt something strange.
The opening in the rubber, that he’d used to get into it, was gone.
He traced his fingers along the rubber where it should have been and he couldn’t find it. “The fuck?” He ran his hands over his chest, just to see if he had somehow missed it the first time but it just wasn’t there. The suit was just rubber, solid, unyielding, with the only opening being the one around his neck.
His cock throbbed.
He tried to ignore his erection, after all it’s not as if he could touch it, and tried to figure out where the opening had gone.
James ran his hands over himself again, looking for some sort of catch or button or zipper or… something but he couldn’t find any sign of any of them. It was just the shiny rubber of the suit covering his chest completely.
Maybe that’s why he couldn’t find anything, that the rubber covering his fingers couldn’t grasp onto it, that he’d need another person to do so. Fuck.
As he came to that realisation he noticed that his hand was reaching up behind his head. It grasped some more of the rubber, and he found himself pulling the hold up and over his head. It covered him completely, his hair, his eyes, his chin, his mouth. He should have felt more disconcerted by it, especially that his hand had pulled it over seemingly without thinking about it. But he couldn’t help but feel that this felt… right somehow.
His dick throbbed again and he squirmed.
The rubber seemed to tighten a little now when the hood completely covered him, almost like it was sealing itself around him. When he reached to his throat he found that, like the opening on his chest, he couldn’t find the join where the hood met the rest of the suit. It was almost like it was a single piece of rubber, completely encasing his body.
It felt good, it felt right somehow.
He walked to the corner of the room where he had a small mirror on the dressing table. He could see through the hood and it was like looking through tinted lenses, which made the world seem darker. He looked at the reflection of himself in the mirror, running his hands all over himself. He looked completely featureless now, just a human form covered in black rubber. He tried to feel for anyway of removing it, hoping maybe having the sight of himself in the mirror would help him find them somehow.
It was as he was trailing his fingers along his neck that he felt something strange, which disturbed him from his search for any of the openings.
There was movement at his ass. It felt like something was sliding between his cheeks, about the size of a finger but that was impossible. Not only was he alone, but neither of his hands were anywhere near his ass. Not only that, but even if there was someone else here he wasn’t sure how they, or even himself, could get into the suit.
Whatever it was found his hole and, as it pushed inside, a moan left his lips, muffled by the rubber that covered his face.
As soon as his lips parted he felt something slide between them. It was almost like the suit itself was moving, filling his mouth with a rubber ball gag. Part of him felt afraid as it silenced him, his hand moving from his neck to feel at his mouth, not that he could do anything to remove it. He could feel it though, the solid ball that was now between his lips, holding his mouth wide open. It wasn’t the first time he’d been gagged, but it felt different now, not just with the strangeness of a gag appearing but the rubber that covered his face meaning it was held in place.
He felt something on his tongue then.
It was liquid, just a few drops at first and it tasted salty and also rubbery. It was like it was coming from the gag itself, like it was sweating it almost. He had no choice but to swallow it down.
His attention was drawn back to the thing at his ass. It was bigger now, like it had swollen while he’d been distracted and was fully inside him. It felt like a plug filling him up, keeping him stretched open. It was a feeling he was familiar with when he had…
He was sure he had been filled before by a plug, but now he couldn’t remember.
The rubber covering his cock squeezed around him and he would have moaned in pleasure if he could. The pressure felt so good around his cock, he found himself wanting more. The rubber squeezed again, this time accompanied by more of that fluid filling his mouth and the rubber in his ass swelling again, the tip of it pressed against his spot, making him ache even more whenever it did.
He felt wetness inside himself too, much like what was in his mouth, but in the moment he didn’t care. It just felt so good to be filled like this.
When had he last been filled? It felt like a distant memory and suddenly he thought how bad that was. He should be filled all the time, constantly, with something big and thick and solid.
The rubber inside him expanded and it felt bigger than anything he’d had before. It felt so amazing to be so filled, to be so stretched open. He reached for his belly and he was sure he could feel a bulge from it beneath the rubber. His eyelids fluttered under the hood, the squeezing at his crotch feeling more intense. He couldn’t quite describe it, but it felt even better than a hand stroking him. It felt more intense somehow.
The gag was spilling more fluid now. What had once been a few drops had turned into a trickling and then almost a gushing of the liquid. It felt and tasted so good and he swallowed every drop of it down his throat.
A shiver of pleasure went through his body, everything being so intense and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He came inside the suit, over his body that was clammy with sweat. It felt so amazing and he thought for a moment he should have collapsed back on the bed from the force of it, or at least shuddered. Instead he was stood still in front of the mirror, looking at his faceless form.
His hands fell either side of himself as the fog of his orgasm faded. The plug inside of him had shrunk a little inside him, but still kept him open. That was good, because he hoped that he would be filled again soon.
James’ mind felt a little hazy as if he’d lost something, though he couldn’t quite place what. He admired himself in the mirror, at the rubber that covered every inch of his skin, that made him faceless, featureless. He’d have smiled if he wasn’t gagged by it.
He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, looking at this faceless rubber form in the mirror, but eventually he turned away from his reflection, walking out of the room.
This suit was a gift, one that had he knew had to be shared.
He went downstairs, grabbing his car keys from the bowl by the door.
And he knew exactly who to share it with first.
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Date: 2024-10-28 06:45 pm (UTC)But yeah anyway this was amazing as well ♥ I loved the opening, just the domestic-ness of it. Totally reads like James, off out for a run to keep in shape. And then the frustrations at Danny, you could really tell how annoyed he was at him. Seems like a recurring theme, since Cam also was annoyed at him in the other one.
I enjoyed his intrigue at the random box that showed up, due to him not expecting a delivery or having any memory of ordering anything. And I loved his reaction of just this relaxed intrigue at the rubber. It's not necessarily something he's interested in, or has considered wearing, but he's drawn to it despite everything (also I loved the random mention of Darran, of James knowing he was into rubber but also certain they didn't know each other well enough for him to send him it hahaha).
It's almost like when he touches it for the first time, that was enough for the 'corruption' to begin and he gets a thought of trying it on. Idk, I get the impression that he probably wouldn't have 'usually' bothered with it and would have come to the conclusion it was sent to the wrong address... :D And then how he seems surprised that he's already half-hard from the thought of trying it on. A rubber virgin who has never had any thoughts to try it out, and suddenly he's turned on...it really makes me think that just the touch of the material was all it took for him to be 'damned'. 😏👀
And then when he actually puts it on. Again, he's just thinking how nice it feels against his skin and he has these thoughts instantly, but is it really "him" thinking it any more? The way it just clings to him as he pulls it on, yea it's all over for him at that point isn't it? I think the point that really makes it feel like he has gone (even if he doesn't know it) is him admiring how good he looks to be featureless without his tattoos. Man is semi-naked in practically every instagram post he makes to show off his tattoos, that's definitely not the thoughts of James any more!!!
I liked how he just...didn't feel afraid that he couldn't get the rubber off. It was more of a mild inconvenience to him as his fingers fumbled over the material looking for an opening, but he didn't seem to be panicking or be especially bothered. It was more of an "oh, where has this fastening gone" rather than an "oh shit moment" 👀 And then how his hand just moves on its own accord, lifting the hood above his head. Like damn haha, the way he just instantly was like "this is correct", especially when he runs his hand over the opening that is no longer there 👀👀
I thought it was great, same as the Cameron one, that it was a slow progression of the mind-control/break/whatever you want to call it. At first he is just looking at himself in the mirror, before being momentarily surprised by something teasing at his ass. Again, he isn't afraid, he seems to have lost the capability of being afraid, so I enjoyed that it was a different perspective this time around as Cameron was threatening to kill the two of them when it was happening to him 🤪 But yeah James almost seems intrigued about what's happening. Also I loved this bit - "He was sure he had been filled before by a plug, but now he couldn’t remember." Well damn, he really is gone now 👀 I liked the subtle hints to how he was "before", maybe a casual bottom but doesn't get a tonne of action and is not a whore like a certain other person. 😏
I thought it was really intriguing about the suit 'fucking' him, and James is just so eager to be fucked and filled now, how he loved being fucked and then immediately after he came he was already hoping for it to happen for a second time. :D
One thing I also really liked about this - James doesn't seem quite so "corrupted" as Cameron. The ending of the other fic almost had Cam practically like a zombie, but James still has a decent amount of free thinking, makes me wonder if it affects people in different ways.
Loved this but you probably knew that already!
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Date: 2024-10-28 07:26 pm (UTC)Yeah dunno why but for some reason I just thought ‘he’s a runner’ so that’s how that started hee. And yeah I figured he’d be annoyed by Danny as well (since Cameron was!)
Yeah I did consider having someone there, either getting him in the suit or giving it him, but it didn’t feel right. (And I couldn’t settle on h who!) so instead there’s the mystery of the box👀 Yeah, I figured it’s not something he has experience of, but he was aware of it as a kink, he’d just not had an opportunity to even consider it. And hee it is rubber I had to include a Darran mention somewhere hee
You’re right, as soon as he made contact with it, it was over for him😏 if he hadn’t touched it he might’ve spent a bit longer trying to figure out where it came from, if it was meant for some else (hint it wasn’t😏) but instead it just awakened the curiosity in him to try it on (and got him worked up too!)
Yeah as soon as it starts clinging to him that’s when you know he’s doomed (even though he doesn’t!) Yeah I looked at his insta when you sent it, and again before I started this and I thought the same about him being shirtless to show off his ink, so that’s why I purposely included that to show he was being corrupted😏
Yeah he was worried, but it was a subdued kinda worry if that makes sense. He didn’t realise how doomed he was, just thinking it was a hard to grasp the rubber to remove it. (After all he has no experience so how would he know). Yeah I almost included him thinking ‘was there a hood before?’ As he pulled it on, but figured he’d be more worried/puzzled about his hand moving alone. But of course the moment the hood is covering his head that’s it, he’s done.👀
I’m glad you liked it! Yeah he didn’t fully realise he should be afraid (I think you’re right he lost the capacity for fear) and it’s more the surprise of it, followed by ‘fuck this feels good’ I’m glad you liked that! Yeah I figured he’d had some experience so it was clearly a familiar feeling, but probably not for awhile.
Yeah I’m glad it turned out well, since it obviously had to be different to Cameron’s experience since he was alone. But yeah he is so eager for more now!
Yeah I’d say it definitely affects people in different ways. James has a little more independent thought for now, at least until he gets to Danny and corrupts him😏 but he’s certainly lost some of himself already.
Ahh I’m so glad!👀
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Date: 2024-10-28 07:55 pm (UTC)It's just an easy thing to mention about Danny, made the two parts come together well. Plus he is just a stupid prick anyway :D
Yeah, whilst I guess perhaps it would have made more "sense" for there to be an unknown person there in rubber, I like that this was with an inconspicuous suit, yknow? I think it worked better this way rather than to add someone else into the mix. And yeah, I kinda see him as more 'vanilla', not necessarily because he doesn't want to be, but he doesn't really tend to engage in wild acts, heh.
Heh, yeah. Well, I won't complain 😏
Yep, hindsight is 20 20 haha, especially because of the events in the other fic. I loved knowing what was happening when he didn't. ;) And yeah, not being bothered about showing off his tattoos is a definite red light eh!!
I didn't notice that it didn't have a hood before! I love that, that it didn't have one and one got created after the suit was on and there was no going back 😏 Like, he was gone before the hood went over his head, but after that he was like...properly gone!
Well I'm sure he'll get a nice bit of action when he goes to pay Danny a visit 👀 Ngl, love how the annoyance with him had disappeared/been forgotten at the end. James is just like "this degenerate will love this too" 👀👀
Of course, I know how he is in the other one and is definitely more 'blank', so I'm intrigued to see what will happen in the next part!
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Date: 2024-10-28 08:32 pm (UTC)It really is! I figured if his actions annoyed Cameron than they would annoy the others too so I’m glad it made sense
Yeah I considered having another rubber guy there, as well as a person not in rubber (I had possibilities for them but couldn’t settle on one) it just felt better to do it like this. Adds to the mystery👀 that makes sense! I think he’d definitely wanna explore things, but hasn’t really had the opportunity like Cameron and Danny.
Hee
It really is! I’m glad that it worked so well!
Yeah, it’s kinda like the opening in it, they really weren’t there when he first touched it but were when he had to put it on. 👀 and exactly! Like with his head free there would be a slight possibility he could get out but with the hood on? Nope!
Exactly! Yeah the reason he went to Danny was partly because, we’ll Danny is a degenerate, but also that he’s the last person he thought of 👀
Yeah he’s definitely more blank then😏😏 I hope the next part will be just as good
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Date: 2024-10-29 02:50 am (UTC)Yeah I liked the running theme!
I guess there's so many different ways you could have taken this, but I think the mystery is what worked best with this one, I liked that he was completely alone!
Let's be honest I don't think anyone could have gotten out of the suit even if the hood was down 😏
Oh that's interesting, the fact his mind was corrupted enough to not really remember much aside from the last person he thought about!
I'm sure it will be, this one and the other one have been amazing ♥
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Date: 2024-10-31 01:26 am (UTC)Yeah it’s good to have a running theme in things like this (I intend for one for the other slam dunk fics if I ever finish them!)
Me too! I think having someone there wouldn’t have quite fit right you know? So I’m glad the mystery went well (even though it was a little tricky with him being alone so I’m glad that worked too)
You’re right! Heee, but the moment it’s down his fate was sealed 😏
I think it’s also that he had such strong feelings about Danny too that meant he honed in on him!
Awww thank you! I’m so glad! It’s up now so I hope it is👀
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Date: 2024-10-31 10:06 am (UTC)Yeah, plus it made things different to the fic with Cam, I think this one would have been too similar as I suppose James would have also reacted violently to someone trying to fuck him against his will. I mean not as severely as Cam but enough for the two to be quite similar. So a solo fic with more intrigue due to him being on his own felt like a better fit.
I would say poor Danny but eh, he didn't seem to object in any way in the end, heh.
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Date: 2024-10-31 10:26 am (UTC)Yeah that’s true! I did also toy with the idea of the person not being in rubber (so the person in ‘control’ of the suit if that makes sense) but I just felt it worked better being a mystery instead so I’m glad it worked out so well!
Hehe well it is Danny after all👀
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Date: 2024-11-10 02:39 pm (UTC)Anyway thought I'd come back and read this one. Or well, reread it again. I keep coming back to them all. I think this one is ever so slightly more of a fave than the other. ♥
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Date: 2024-11-10 07:26 pm (UTC)I’m so glad that you liked them all though! 🖤 and that you like this one so much!
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Date: 2024-11-10 08:01 pm (UTC)Oh wow that’s high praise indeed
(Side note, there’s a another unexpected solo rubber fic coming👀)
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Date: 2024-11-10 08:19 pm (UTC)You're welcome :)
And oh? What? Who?
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Date: 2024-11-10 08:26 pm (UTC)🖤
Well I told you I started a Ben thing Friday night, but then yesterday morning I got another thought and decided to start it.👀 it’s not an Asking member, but is set in the same ‘verse’
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Date: 2024-11-10 08:43 pm (UTC)And oh, I'm intrigued! May I know who it is? I'm curious...
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Date: 2024-11-10 08:46 pm (UTC)Oh you definitely do!
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