Kinky quarantine

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Kinky quarantine

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With 14 day quarantine for covid being common for many travellers, I thought, what if it looked like this?

THE ARRIVAL

A planeload of overseas travellers arrived at the airport. Amongst them include sportspeople coming to compete at upcoming triathlon, cycling, swimming, jetskiing and tennis events. There were also holidaymakers who were keen surfers, scuba divers and bushwalkers, including an 18-30 youth group, among them, John and his 3 close friends.

Meeting the passengers were officials dressed in full rubber hazmat gear - full face gas masks, rubber suits, industrial rubber gloves and gumboots. Customs, police, military personnel, doctors and nurses, even the charter bus drivers, all geared up. Some of them were from the police or navy dive squads - they were wearing black or red drysuits with rebreather helmets, thick gloves and boots. One of the officials split the passengers into 5 queues and handed out disposable masks. Naturally, the youth group stayed together in one line. Another official read out the rules and procedures. They announced,

“A customs officer will check your passport, itinerary and any declared or prohibited items.
Then a nurse will check your temperature and administer a covid swab test.
After you've been cleared, you will be escorted to charter buses and transported to a quarantine facility.
You must stay in the facility for at least 14 days and return a negative test before leaving.
Anyone seriously ill will be taken to hospital.”

John and his 3 close friends were given the all clear and were escorted to the bus by officials in hazmat gear. Some of them carried their luggage on trolleys - including their surfboards. The bus driver was also in hazmat gear. John could hear the heavy breathing from the gas masks. All the seats were covered in plastic wrap. He and his friends sat halfway down the aisle. Doors closed and the bus left the airport. No one knew where they were going, and no answer was given.
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THE CHECK IN

When the bus arrived at the quarantine facility, another team of officials greeted them. They too, were decked out in full rubber hazmat gear. No one from the youth group felt intimidated, and most thought the gear looked pretty cool, kind of like being in a video game. Everyone was ordered off the bus and into the large reception area. One person tried to run away. He was promptly arrested by masked police in full rubber. “What an idiot, no way he can get out here,” thought John. Another police officer, made an announcement through a microphone inside his black gas mask.

“May I have your attention please.
We understand this may be a difficult and stressful time, but your 14 day quarantine period at this facility is mandatory by law.
Anyone caught trying to escape or disobeying orders will be promptly caught and punished.
To leave, you must test negative at the end of 14 days.
Before we escort you to your rooms, we need to prepare you for check in.
At this facility, street clothes and footwear are not permitted.
You will be required to change and remove all street clothing and footwear from your baggage, and place it in one of these bags. Then write your name on it and give it to one of our officers. It will be returned to you on departure.”

John and every awaiting guest were shocked. They thought, “what are we going to wear?”
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This is the kind of lockdown I prefer
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“You are only allowed underwear, skintight lycra and rubber garments. Neoprene boots or gumboots are the only allowable footwear.
At any time you are escorted outside your room, and you must wear boots, a gas mask and rubber gloves. Nudity is forbidden.
These will be supplied to you if you do not have your own.
The change rooms are through those doors. Women on the left, men on the right.
Remove all your forbidden items and place them in the quarantine bags provided. Then bring your bags over to the counter for inspection and storage. If you need suitable clothing or footwear, let our officers know.”

THE SUIT UP

Everyone was bewildered as they slowly entered the rooms. Inside, the room was enormous, decked out with rows of socially distanced tables, each with hand sanitiser, disinfectant wipes and rolls of white quarantine bags. Everyone began unpacking their luggage, stuffing all their regular clothes and shoes into white bags. John and his friends stripped naked and bagged those clothes too. Staring at their fit bodies and the remaining contents of their suitcases, they rummaged at what they could wear.

John and his best friend Jake were keen surfers and scuba diving buddies. John pulled out a Billabong spring suit with yellow sleeves and a Ripcurl full suit with blue sleeves. “They're rubber, so I could wear those. It's cold in here. Must be all the workers in rubber,” he thought. He chose the Ripcurl and slowly eased his tall surfer body into the suit, totally encasing it skintight neoprene. A final zip up made a satisfying sealing sound. John then pulled out his matching neoprene gloves and boots and put them on. He almost grabbed his hood, BCD and fins, only for Jake to remind him he's not actually diving. John packed away the rest of his scuba gear in while he waited for Jake.

Jake followed John, and pulled out a zipperless O'Neill full suit. Despite Jake's slim figure, his suit was so tight he struggled to get in, until John helped Jake literally pull his head through the neck hole. “Maybe I should've worn my red Viking drysuit,” he said, “but I have nothing under it.” John reminded him, “your wetsuit can be the undergarment. You want me to help you into the drysuit?” Jake replied, “no, I don't need it now. I'm warm enough already from all that wetsuit wrestling. Just pass me my gloves and boots.” Jake put them on while John admired the shiny red drysuit as he put it away, always wanting one for himself. The pair looked like young lads about to go surfing.

John's other friends, Nick and Will, were adventurous freediving buddies. Nick also likes the thrill of jetskiing, but Will prefers kayaking and fishing. Their friends call them Slick Nick and Wetsuit Willy. Left without clothes, Nick donned a black smoothskin Orca wetsuit, with his wide shoulders and chiselled body tightly moulding the seamless shiny rubber. He also wore matching smoothskin boots and gloves, turning him into a rubberised Adonis. Realising he isn't going freediving, he put away his long black fins, a yellow life vest, dive mask and snorkel.

Will also chose a smoothskin wetsuit, but a black 2 piece freediving suit from Elios. He slid his trim body into the wetsuit pants slowly up to his waist. He then threaded his dick into the built in sheath, tightly rubberising it, but making it easier to use the bathroom. Next, he pulled a top piece over his head, wriggling until his head filled the attached hood and his muscly arms filled the sleeves. His rubberised dick was concealed under a beaver tail over his crotch and secured to the front of his jacket. Finally, he donned matching smoothskin gloves and socks, fully encasing his fit body in smooth tight rubber. Not an air pocket could be seen. Will couldn't find his wetsuit boots anywhere, and asked Nick. He replied, “they're not in my bags, and I haven't seen them. I see you got your nice chest waders. Perhaps you could wear those?” Will pulled out his green waders and slid them over his suit. Nick admired Will as he filled the shiny green and yellow boots, and finally helped tighten the shoulder straps. “That did the trick. Looks good as usual”.

As the 4 youths grabbed their bags and made their way out of the change room, they can't help but notice other guests changing into outfits that revealed their interests.
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Great story ! I can't wait for the next episode :mrgreen:
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I’m glad you liked the story. Here’s the next part.

A HELPING HAND

In the corner of the room were a group of costume actors donning various full body lycra or rubber costumes, like Spiderman, Venom, Alien, Spawn and Predator. One of them was clearly a latex fetishist. He was lubing up and contorting his muscly body into a black zipperless latex catsuit, complete with socks, gloves, full face hood and dick sheath. The suit was only up to his hips when he dropped the lube and it rolled towards Will. Will picked it up, and walked it over to him. He introduced himself. “Thanks for picking that up. My name’s Monster Mark. I’m suiting up as Spawn, and the first layer is this latex undersuit. Feel free to give me a hand.” Mark slid his lubricated dick into the sheath, and it soon became hard and tightly gripped. Will’s dick trapped under his own sheath followed. Next, Mark slid his hands into the gloves, and with the assistance of Will, slid the sleeves over Mark’s hunky arms. His chiseled chest filled the suit’s torso. Finally, the attached hood was flipped over his head, encasing it entirely in rubber. Tiny, invisible holes in the front allowed him to see and breathe. The whole process was repeated again for the Spawn suit, except his sheath was now tightly concealed inside a skull shaped codpiece and his head was trapped under a full face of rubber. Will stood speechless while Mark handed him a card and said, “I like your rubber and I know you’re interested. Let me know when you’re ready to try it.”

Will looked down at Mark’s card and it had Monster Mark as Spawn on one side, and Alien Alex as a Xenomorph on on the other. The Xenomorph not only had long claws, a ribcage, elongated head and tail, but also a sharp upward thorn at its groin. The card also read, “actors for hire, costumes for sale.” Will could hardly contain his excitement. He turned to Mark for an immediate purchase. Unknowing to him, Nick was over looking his shoulder the whole time. “What’s the commotion Willy? I want one of those suits too!” Nick remarked. Mark grabbed some sealed bags and said, “gents, I have spare new suits for both of you. One Spawn and one Xenomorph. Take your pick.” Without hesitation, Nick grabbed the Spawn and Will grabbed the Xenomorph. They couldn’t thank Mark enough as they paid and left, but promised to stay in touch.

On a neighbouring table, a trio of professional triathletes already in skintight cycling lycra were struggling into their black shiny Aquasphere wetsuits. One guy couldn’t zip up. One was struggling to tug the suit up to his waist. Another had one hand stuck in the sleeve. John and his friends stopped to help. “Need a hand fellas?” John asked. “Yes please,” they said. John went over to the first guy, while his friends helped the others. John pulled the two halves of the guy’s suit together, zipped it up with a satisfying sound and secured it with velcro. “Oh that felt good,” he exasperated, as he felt the rubber tighten over his body. “Thanks for the help, my name is Jason. I love my suit but always have trouble zipping up. You guys are looking fabulous in yours. You enjoy wearing them?” John replied, “yep, we like them so much we don’t want to get out, same with the ocean. Having rubber permanently fused to our skin and living by the sea would be a dream.” Jason’s face enlightened with interest. “We need to talk more,” he winked, while slipping a contact card for John.

John’s other friends helped the other two triathletes suit up, and it was difficult. Their suits were very tightly fitted and required a lot of heaving from two men to get them on properly. Eventually there was relief and excitement when they were zipped up and saw themselves tightly encased in black neoprene, matching gloves, latex swim cap and goggles. But there’s a problem. They had no acceptable footwear. Cycling and running shoes were clearly out. Their swim training fins were too clumsy to walk more than a few steps. They needed boots and John’s group had no spares that fitted.
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THE STOREROOM

John and Jason’s groups made their way out of the change room at the opposite end and saw a pleasant surprise. Behind a service counter was a huge storeroom with rows and rows of surplus and hand me down military and emergency services rubber gear. Gloves, boots, waders, wetsuits, drysuits, hazmat suits, gas masks, harnesses, fins, scuba tanks, helmets and rebreathers. Both groups lined up without delay. Jason’s group needed some boots, while everyone needed gas masks. An army officer in full green rubber hazmat gear asked, “what are you after?” Jason replied, “size 9, 11 and 12 wetsuit boots, and 7 gas masks please.” The officer searched the aisles, making squelching sounds with each step of his suit and gumboots. When he brought the gear to Jason, he announced, “I don’t have any size 9 or larger neoprene boots today, but I do have gumboots. You’ll have to come back for tomorrow’s delivery if you want neoprene.” Jason’s group wasn’t fazed, and slid whatever boots over their bare feet. The big black gumboots were heavy duty ex-police issue and studier than neoprene. They made a satisfying thump on each step.

The boys passed around the black full face gas masks they’ve been issued, and before putting them on, they noticed a few things. The filter cartridges were fairly compact and don’t protrude far. There’s a deep ridge around the outside perimeter and the single curved visor. No exhalation valve could be seen. “I think there is a second half to these masks that clip over the first, like a breathing apparatus,” speculated John. The others agreed. “Maybe we can go scuba diving in them. Just attach a regulator or rebreather,” added Jake. They all put the masks on, and before they know it, the straps auto fastened and couldn’t be removed. Jason panicked. “My mask is glued to my face! I can’t get it off!” Will’s mask fused to his wetsuit hood, completely encasing him in rubber. The officer stepped in to calm them. “Relax boys, you’ll be able to take them off once you get in your rooms. They must worn in all common areas, remember?” As the boys settled down, they could still faintly hear their breathing. It wasn’t loud or restrictive, but a gentle reminder their air was filtered in both directions.

Along came a lost and lonely businessman, who never worn rubber in his life, but was intrigued by the boys’ slick appearance. “Excuse me, what is that you’re wearing?” He politely asked. “We’re wearing wetsuits. They’re skintight neoprene garments that normally keep us warm and protected when surfing, diving, swimming, etc,” replied John. “We’re also wearing wetsuit gloves, boots and gas masks for added protection. The rules say they’re mandatory,” Jake added. “But don’t worry, they’re quite comfortable to wear and I’m sure they’ll have loaners in your size.” The last sentence seemed to calm the newcomer’s face, as he approached the counter and asked for his kit. The officer issued him with a bright yellow ex-rescue wetsuit, with matching neoprene boots, gloves, hood and gas mask. Unsure of how to put them on, he asked the boys for help. They all curiously obliged and returned to the change room.

The lone businessman stripped naked, before undoing the wetsuit’s front zip and climbing in one leg at a time. The boys help him slide the tight yellow neoprene over his legs and arms. He felt very sensitive and aroused as he watched himself become fully encased for the first time. The bright yellow colour, his favourite, intensified it further. As he flipped the hood onto his head and zipped up the suit, he was huffing, his heart was pounding, and a huge throbbing erection filled the suit’s groin. He paused for a minute and asked the boys, “is this normal? I’ve never felt so horny before!” Jason replied, “totally normal. That’s the fun of neoprene!” “Oh yessss, this feels good,” the man exasperated, as he indulgently slipped on the matching gloves and boots. When he finally put on the mask, the same thing that happened to the boys also happened to him. It fused to his face and hood. But there’s more. The gloves and boots also fused into the suit. The zipper also fused shut and disappeared. All his gear integrated into a single piece of unremovable rubber. The man inside observing the changes couldn’t judge if it was a good or bad thing. He felt pleasure rubbing and touching himself with his gloved hands, but any pulling or nudging reminded him it was firmly stuck. The boys couldn’t judge his eyes inside the visor either, but they told him, “the officer said it will come off when we reach our rooms”. Each of the boys checked their own gear, and only their masks were fused. Unsure of what’s next, the man decided to follow them out of the change room.
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A NOT SO WARM WELCOME

The group made their way past the storeroom to the check in counters. They were staffed by navy divers, all of them in heavy rubber drysuits, thick rubber gloves, gumboots and diving helmets with hoses to rebreathers on their backs. Additional tubes and tanks can also be seen on the backs of their suits. John and Jake presented their bags for inspection. As the inspector rummaged through their suitcases for any contraband, his rubber gloves squeaked as he handled the boys’ diving gear. He also seem thrilled that the boys were into diving as well. No contraband was found, but their white quarantine bags were taken away. The two boys were allocated room 110, and stood aside for an escort officer.

Nick and Will right behind were given the exact same treatment, but got allocated the next room 111. Jason's team got 112, and the businessman got 113. Monster Mark and his crew got rooms 114-118. He and his crew were in costumes, but with gas masks fused to their heads. Additional guests, all in full head to toe rubber, were allocated subsequent rooms.

While John and his friends waited in the corridor, they noticed a disturbance in a nearby room. Inside was the escapee that they saw at the entrance. He was very loud and violent. Heavily armoured and masked riot police officers pinned him to a restraining table. Even with every limb tightly tied down, he refused to cooperate. So the officers stripped him naked, sprayed him with lube and shoehorned him into a heavy skintight latex suit. The suit was a bright yellow colour that covered everything. Feet were inserted into latex socks fixed to the suit, with old scuba fins glued on. Hands were tied up like a straitjacket. His dick and butthole were squeezed into tight sheaths and shoved into big hoses, which lead to a collection tank on the back. His head was encased in a full face hood attached to the suit. Only a mouthpiece was visible. A mask was fused over his rubber face with more hoses running to tanks on the back. At this point, his raging screams became soft muffles, and eventually silence. The only opening was glued shut without zippers. He was then strapped into a vertical trolley and wheeled into neighbouring room 100, facing a webcam and TV screen watching him 24/7. The officers closed the heavy metal door and turned their attention to the line of awaiting guests. “Let that be a warning to you all. If you try to escape or disobey the rules, you will be imprisoned and punished until you are cleared after 14 days. Now follow me to your rooms.”

The police officers lead the guests down the corridor. Their intimidating body armour, gloves, boots, tear gas and bigger masks rated for them meant no one dared to say a word. Instead, the thumping sound of marching gumboots filled the hall. Soon they got to the first vacant room. The officers opened the heavy door and announced, “room 110.” John and Jake waved the others and obediently filed in. The officers closed the door and the group proceeded to the next room. “Room 111,” they announced, as the door opened. Nick and Will waved and filed in. The door closed. Jason's team was next, then the businessman, and Monster Mark's crew. The group outside continued until they were all allocated.
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ROOM FOR FUN

Inside their rooms, the guests explored them. Each room was a cross between a hotel, hospital and prison. They had a basic bathroom, 2 beds, a desk, chairs, a TV with webcam and a private courtyard. The furniture was plastic or metal and the floor was vinyl for hygiene. There were windows, but none could be opened as the room was air conditioned. All the doors to the corridor and courtyard were locked.

A welcome letter laid on the desk beneath the TV. It read:

Welcome to Kinky Island Quarantine Facility!

To maximise the health and comfort of your stay, please note the following:

The TV is a touchscreen device with a webcam. You can use it for:
-Phone and video calls to our staff, other guests and your friends and family
-Viewing announcements from our staff
-Booking leisure activities
-Virtual trivia and chat nights
-Virtual card games
-Internet browsing, chatting and video conferencing
-On demand movies
-And of course, watching TV!

Free wifi is also available for your own devices.

Meals are delivered 3 times a day. If you have any dietary requirements, let us know.

Cleaning, laundry and room services are not available. Except for bed linen, any cleaning or laundry you must do yourself. Replacement linen may be requested by calling our staff.

Medical staff will examine your health every few days and perform tests if necessary. If you have any signs of illness, please call our medical staff immediately.

Final medical tests are mandatory a few days before your scheduled departure. They must be negative before you can leave, or your stay may be extended.

Quarantine can be fun! We have these socially distanced activities to keep you occupied:
-Trivia and game nights
-Bush walks
-Beach walks
-Cycling circuit
-Slip and slide obstacle course
-Floating obstacle course
-Springboard diving
-Bayside open water swimming
-Snorkelling
-Scuba diving
-Catch and release fishing
-Surfing and bodyboarding

Leisure activities are only available to guests who have passed health checks. Additional equipment may be required and supplied. Session times are limited. Bookings via room TV essential.

Masks must be worn before exiting your room and can only be removed once inside your room after the doors are closed. Gloves and boots are also mandatory.


John and Jason's groups were excited. It felt like a holiday to them, to be able to do and wear what they love, everyday for the next 2 weeks. They high-fived each other, and removed their masks in relief. They came off just as the storeroom officer said.

The lonely businessman, in his private room, decided to enjoy his new yellow wetsuit and acquaint himself with others, rather than work remotely all day. With nothing else to wear, he laid in bed closely examining and touching every part of the suit. He was aroused again by the tightness and bright colour that encased his body. His mask, hood, gloves, boots and suit were still fused together, intensifying the experience. His breathing through the mask became heavier and louder, while a massive erection formed under the rubber. The slightest touch or friction from his gloved hands caused it to throb even harder. Cum oozed into the suit. He began to roll around and squirm, before it became so intense he shot the biggest load he ever had. He laid there in pure bliss, completely tranced in his fluids, until he had to use the bathroom.

Still fused inside his rubber with no way of removing it, the man decided to video call John and Jake's room. In a desperate voice the man said, “hello, my name's Brendan. I met you guys at the storeroom. I love the gear but I need your help. I'm stuck in it. How did you guys get yours off? I see you don't have your masks on.” John and Jake were confused. They replied back, “our suits are our own and never fused. Our masks could come off as soon as the door closed. Did you check your door?” Brendan went to his door and indeed, it was left ajar. He peeked outside and officers were patrolling the corridor, luckily walking away in the distance. Brendan slowly clicked the door shut, and his gear began to unfuse. He took off his mask and hood in great relief, and he watched the gloves and boots separate and the zipper reappear. He went back to the boys and excitedly said, “it worked! The door wasn't closed properly! But don't go out, there's guards outside. Now how do I get the suit off? I gotta pee!” The boys gave him step by step instructions, as they watched him jump up and down, desperately struggling to tear each glove and sleeve off, but before he got to his boots, his bladder gave way and he peed into the suit. He rolled around on the floor, panicking to remove his boots while keeping them dry. Sweat, pee, and semen spilled everywhere as he rolled on the floor in agony wrestling the suit legs off. Brendan's butt was about to explode so he bursted into the toilet naked as soon as the suit cleared his feet. John and Jake never laughed so hard in their lives as they watched Brendan's comedy of errors.

After Brendan cleaned up himself and the resulting mess, he had nothing to wear. His wetsuit was taking forever to dry and he didn't want a repeat of his embarrassment. He covered himself with a bedsheet and phoned the storeroom for another suit. “Hello, can I get another suit please, one that I can easily use the bathroom?” He asked. The storeroom officer replied, “we do have such suits, but we don't normally issue them to guests. I’ll see what we can bring you. Put on your mask so we can open the door.” Brendan put on his mask and waited.

Moments later, two navy divers entered Brendan's room, encased in thick black drysuits with matching gloves, hoods, full face masks and rebreathers. One carried a black latex suit with attached gloves, socks and open face hood. Sheaths protruded from the crotch. A second diver carried a latex brief, heavy gumboots and a bottle of lubricant. “Brendan, we have a spare suit for you. Normally these are reserved for our officers. We wear these under our diving and hazmat suits. Would you like us to help you into it?” Spoke the first diver. Brendan, turned on by the shiny rubber, gleefully agreed. He sat in a chair while the divers lubricated his naked body and threaded him through the hood opening. At his crotch, they thrusted his dick into the front sheath and inserted the back into his butt. It was a perfectly tight fit. “You'll be able to use the bathroom in this suit.” The first diver advised him. “Normally, we connect the sheaths to hoses on a waste disposal unit, like the one on my back.” He turned around to show Brendan. Hoses ran out of a sealed tank into the diver's drysuit. “It lets us stay on duty without removing our suits to use the toilet.” He then handed Brendan the brief and gumboots and added, “as per the rules, you'll need to wear these over the suit when you leave the room.” Brendan keenly slid them on. They were an exact match for the suit. As the divers opened the door and left, the rubber all fused into a single seamless piece around Brendan’s body. He was aroused again by the tightness and black shiny appearance. He explored his new rubber body and boots, rubbing and touching it with his gloved and lubricated hands. His erection grew harder between 4 layers of latex, eventually wanting to bust out of the welded on brief. Wanting to reach inside, he firmly closed the door so he can unfuse and remove the brief. Exposed was his huge dick, tightly cocooned in heavy latex with a nozzle tip. He indulgently stroked it until he shot out another load, with the nozzle firing it across the room onto the walls and ceiling, like a water cannon. “Wow, I never thought I could shoot that far,” he thought. After his erection subsided, the latex was still tightly moulded to his flaccid dick. When he tried peeing, it blasted out like a high pressure jet. It was enough to splatter water out of the toilet bowl and dislodge stains. He could even reach the bowl with room to spare from outside the bathroom. “This is almost like a weapon. Impressive, but I must be careful with it,” he thought.
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I love this story, I want to see what happen next :D
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THE BIG CHILL

While video chatting via their room TVs, John, Jake, Nick and Will were chilling, literally. The temperature kept dropping. Even in their wetsuits, it was getting uncomfortable. Jake turned to John and said, “I think the air conditioner is broken. It’s cold even in my 4/3mm suit, gloves and boots.” John walked over to the air conditioner controls and tried adjusting it. It was on, but none of the buttons worked. He tried opening the main door. It was locked. Then he tried the courtyard door. Also locked. “Something’s wrong in here. I think we should call for help,” he replied. Nick and Will in the room next door saw them over the video link and added, “I dunno about you guys, but this room is chilly as. Doors and control panel are no-go too. I’m gonna put on more rubber on before I freeze my nuts off.” John struck a chord. “Good idea, let’s get all our gear on while I phone the operator. Could be a while.”

John used the room TV to call the operator. An air force officer in a black hazmat suit and mask answered. John, in a shivering voice said, “I’m in room 110 and my friends are in 111. Our air conditioner controls are stuck and it’s terribly cold in here. We can’t open the courtyard doors either. Can you please help us?” The operator answered, “I’m really sorry to hear your situation. I will send a technician as soon as possible. He’s on another job at the moment, but hopefully won’t be too long. Have you got some extra neoprene to keep you warm in the meantime?” John replied back, “yes we’re in wetsuits now, but if you have 2 medium tall suits that would be appreciated.” “Will do. Please put your masks on so we can open your doors.” John said thanks and hung up.

The 4 boys each went to their suitcases and piled on as much neoprene as they had, in a bid to keep warm. Each of them put on a gas mask, neoprene hood and extra gloves. John then put on his spring suit over his full suit, followed by a semi dry windsurf suit with another attached hood. Jake put on an old slickskin full suit over his zipperless full suit, before John helped him into a red rubber drysuit with its attached gloves, boots and hood. They both then slipped their BCDs over their chests and strapped scuba fins over their boots. A full face dive mask and air supply was all that was missing for them to go diving. “Much warmer now. My face isn’t freezing anymore,” Jake commented. “Me too, this rubber feels great to be compressed in. I feel like a Michelin Man in heavy armour,” John added. They sat in bed, massaging the thick layers of rubber that tightly encased their bodies. John was very turned on by his groin compressed by 3 layers of neoprene. His huge dick was throbbing, and loved getting squeezed. It didn’t take long for Jake to follow. It was enough to keep them both warm.

Nick and Will each slid on one piece smoothskin wetsuits, gloves and hoods on top of the smoothskin suits and accessories they were already wearing. Will’s suits have dick sheaths installed so he slid his dick into a second layer of smooth neoprene, and quickly became hard. Nick caught him playing with it like a joystick, wishing he could do the same, before Will concealed it with neoprene briefs and chest waders. Running out of layers, Nick slipped into his yellow life vest and freediving fins. “That’s better. Cosy as a toy in head to toe rubber,” he commented. Will was too aroused playing with himself to respond.
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A KNOWLEDGEABLE SAVIOUR

After a long rubbery masturbation session, the 4 youths were interrupted by the arrival of a navy underwater technician. He was wearing a yellow commercial diving helmet welded to a red rubber drysuit, still slightly damp. Heavy black gloves and gumboots were also welded to the suit. His left arm had a wrist-mounted mini computer. Tanks and a rebreather could be seen on the back. He was pushing a large trolley, with damp fins, weights, spare tanks and a ladder on the outside. “Hello, I’m Diver Dan, one of the maintenance technicians. Excuse my dampness. I normally work underwater, but got called to surface jobs as well today.” he apologetically introduced himself. “I heard you boys have a faulty air conditioner,” he added. “Yep, it’s freezing, the buttons don’t work and the door won’t open. Luckily we have extra wetsuits to keep us warm. 3 layers of it,” Jake responded. As Dan walked over to the air conditioner control panel, he noticed the boys’ diving gear. “You boys are divers too?” Dan remarked, as he began work. Jake replied, “John and I are both keen surfers and certified divers. Our friends next door are professional freedivers and jetskiers. We love our gear and we’d never leave the ocean if we didn’t have to.” Dan lit up with excitement. “Wow. I’ve got plenty to talk about, including a nice surprise for you when I’m done. Let me replace the air conditioner sensors first. This thing is stuck on full blast.” As Dan installed spare parts from the trolley, John and Jake had a good look at the large maze of metal tanks and hoses that fed into Dan’s suit, wondering what they all did, besides providing air. Not a single zipper or seam could be seen. It was all metal and rubber.

After Dan fixed both rooms, he gathered all the boys over to Nick and Will’s room for a conversation. “Boys, I’m near the end of my shift and I want to tell you something. I inspected your luggage at check in and I’m thrilled to meet others passionate about diving and the ocean. I spend my life geared up in the water, and love it so much I never take it off. I’m permanently bonded in, completely sealed from the outside for my safety and enjoyment. Everyone working here lives in their suits, even though we’re allowed out after decontaminating at the end of our shift. Our bosses are the only ones that can unlock us, but prefer to keep us in to stay safe.” The boys were very eager to know more. Nick asked, “what are the tanks on your back and what’s inside your suit?” Dan turned around and explained, “the suit and tanks are my biohazard protector and life support system. A rebreather unit with oxygen tank supplies my helmet with clean air. A sustenance unit keeps me hydrated and fed, so I don’t need to eat. It runs to a mouthpiece inside my helmet, which also has a comms and HUD unit. It lets me call back to base, and we can see each other.” John then asked him, “so how do you go to the bathroom?” Dan replied, “I don’t need to. I have sheaths fused to my dick and my arse with tubes running to a waste disposal unit. A dive computer on my wrist controls all the units and lets me know if they need refilling or emptying. Tanks are swapped over back at base.”

“Inside my drysuit and helmet are at least another 2 layers,” Dan explained. He went to his trolley and took out a black latex bodysuit and a black smoothskin wetsuit to show the boys. Both had attached hoods, gloves, sheaths and socks. The sheaths had adaptors for hoses. The wetsuit was smooth inside and out with no graphics or writing. “The tight latex suit goes on first and permanently fuses to my skin. A special wetsuit is slid over the top and tightly bonds to the latex. Hoses are attached to the sheaths. Another regular wetsuit is added to secure the hoses. Then I climb into the drysuit and plug the hoses into the rear units. Once the helmet goes on, the suit fuses together and seals everything inside. There’s no way to remove anything unless my boss enters the password into the computer.” The boys were all drooling in their masks, desperately wanting to try the kit on.

“So who wants to try on the gear for a demo?” Asked Dan. All 4 boys raised their gloved hands. “Unfortunately I only have 2 with me, so preference is given those that can already scuba dive. The others can try at a later date,” Dan regrettably said. That left John and Jake being the only ones eligible. Dan instructed them, “strip off your wetsuits and put them aside, but leave your gas masks on. I will prepare the lube, but don’t worry. I will give you the removable formula.” As John and Jake keenly peeled off their 3 layers in front of the group, Dan took a large bottle of clear lubricant from his trolley. He poured a large handful of it onto this rubber gloved hands and pleasurably massaged it all over John’s naked body, and especially his dick. Dan then stretched out the latex suit’s hood and eased John into it. His dick hardened further when Dan slid it into the tight sheath and inserted the other one into his rear. Once John’s fit body and head was fully encased, Dan repeated the same for Jake, who was slimmer but even more sensitive that he panted and pre-cummed into the sheath. With both boys fitted into latex, Dan caressed more lube over them and squeezed them into the monolithic smoothskin wetsuits. Both boys were quite aroused when their dicks got sheathed a second time, with Jake more so than John. The sight of his own throbbing dick and body being enlarged by thick shiny neoprene made him breathe and sigh loudly through his mask. As Dan held Jake’s sheathed dick to connect a hose, he lost control and squirted out a huge load so powerful it splatted all over Dan’s visor, instantly blinding him. “Sorry about that. I got so excited I couldn’t control myself,” Jake apologised. “No need to, this happens to new recruits all the time, including myself. That’s why I wear a helmet,” Dan replied, as he cleaned up with disposable wipes. With both boys hooked up, they put their own smoothskin wetsuits on top and routed the hoses behind the neck.

Next, the boys climbed into the computerised rubber drysuits and inserted their heads onto the attached hoods. Dan made the connections and zipped the suits shut. On the back, he attached the rebreather and various life support units. Finally, the boys were fitted with full face diving masks, cleverly designed to fit over the gas masks and drysuit hood they were already wearing. “I gave you boys the mask over the helmet, as it’s a lot lighter and gas mask friendly, but it has the same functionality - comms, HUD, sustenance. Now activate the dive computer on your wrists,” Dan told them. The boys tapped the computer’s screen. “INITIALISING…” lit up on the screen and visor HUD. The boys felt the gear tighten against their bodies and fuse together. The drysuit deflated itself of air. The zipper disappeared. The masks seamlessly welded to the drysuit hood. Pumps whirred into action, tugging both sheaths. The computer display changed. It read, “Ready. Depth 0 m. Air 100%, Battery 100%, Sustenance 100%, Liquid waste 0%, Solid waste 0%. All systems normal. Touch for further functions.” The boys breathed normally. Dan checked the screens and said, “the suit’s working perfectly. Except for the helmet, you’re in the same setup as me. Come diving with me in a few days. The underwater navy museum tour is coming soon, once I’ve finished building it. In the mean time, if you have questions, or want to have another chat, call room 9021. It’s my room at staff quarters but redirects to my comms unit when I’m not there.” Dan escorted John and Jake back to their room and left.

NEW SUIT TECH

Back in their room but with a video link next door, John and Jake had a good look at their bespoke suits. On the outside, the drysuit’s rubber pressed firmly inwards, like a vac bed. The suit looked slick. It was arousing to look at and feel constantly compressed under 4 layers. John looked at his computer and touched the screen. It changed to, “Call. Messages. HUD on/off. Defog visor. Purge mask/helmet. Unlock suit. Previous. Next.” He pressed Next. The screen changed to, “Clear liquid waste hose. Clear solid waste hose. Stroke. Probe. Vibrate. Statistics. Previous.” He pressed Clear liquid waste hose. A pump in the waste disposal unit sucked on his dick, vacuuming up the pre-cum he secreted while putting on the drysuit. Then he pressed Clear solid waste hose. The unit sucked farts out of his arse. He wasn’t ready for a number 2 or that would’ve gone up as well. The next button was Stroke. When John pressed it, he felt his dick gently stroked up and down inside all that rubber. It became hard and the moving bulge could be seen outside too. “Oh that felt good,” he remarked. He then pressed the Stroke button again, and it increased in speed and intensity. Now he was breathing hard and using more of his air. He pressed it again and it stroked so strongly his hips were thrusting. He made loud noises before shooting a big load into the waste disposal unit. Suction on his dick further intensified his orgasm. The stroking stopped automatically, and John laid in bliss, with his visor fogged up. He felt incredible to be fused to it, but was too tired to activate defog. He didn’t need to. He fell asleep while the suit defogged itself.

Jake noticed John’s actions but he was too busy playing with the Probe option thrusting in and out of his arse. He then combined it with the Stroke and Vibrate, cranking the intensity to full for a heavy reaming. His groin was being thrown violently back and forth, up and down, buzzing loudly, layers of rubber squeaking on each stroke. “Oh this is intense!! Yeah baby! It’s rubber heaven!” He screamed. His erection grew even bigger than John’s, his visor fogged up to the point the defogger couldn’t clear it. Not being able to see, he rubbed his masked and rubber hooded head and his rubber boots with his rubber gloved hands on every stroke. It reinforced his feeling of total enclosure and intensified his feelings. But it wasn’t until he pressed his encapsulated dick and arse hard on every downstroke that he exploded into an orgasm that tingled every part of his body. Soon after, the suit sensed his semen, sucked it up and stopped thrusting. Laying in bed, Jake felt exhilarated after his wild ride. “Spending the rest of my stay trapped in this suit is pure freaking awesome,” he said to himself.

Nick and Will watching the whole spectacle over the video link laughed like crazy, even though they thought the suits were very cool.
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Re: Kinky quarantine

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THE DUNGEON

The following day, after medical staff completed their health checks, Nick called John’s room for their usual video chat to decide on activities. But instead of dialling room 110, he accidentally dialled room 100, where the attempted escapee was locked up. Nick didn’t expect an answer, but the call connected in “observation mode”. He could see and hear what was in room 100, without being seen or heard himself.

Room 100 turned out to be a dungeon. There were various restraints in the room. The escapee was still in head-to-toe tight yellow latex and firmly tied to a vertical metal trolley. It was in the middle of the room amongst an X stand, a chunky metal chair, and a hospital bed with shackles in every corner. Whips, chains and paddles could be seen on a bench. It seemed interesting enough that Nick got John in on the call so they could observe the dungeon together.

It wasn’t long before two men in hazmat suits with gas masks walked in with a biohazard trolley. In the trolley were medical test kits and life support tanks just like the ones on John and Jake’s drysuits. One of the men began stroking the subject’s rubberised face, torso and groin with a gloved hand, checking the hoses to his mask, dick and arse were still firmly attached. The subject seemed to enjoy it, nodding and flapping the dive fins glued to his feet. The other man opened a test port on the subject’s mask, inserted a test swab, pulled it out and closed the port. As the swab was put away, the subject was shaking his head and moaning in discomfort. The first man comforted him again, before moving him over to the X stand. He was shackled face forward to the stand, with all limbs loose and partly moveable. With his back exposed, they changed his sustenance and waste disposal tanks. They gave him another pleasurable rear end massage before positioning a spanking machine with a paddle over his butt. “Good boy. Now stay like that or you’ll be spanked,” one man said. The subject nodded and the men left with the swab and spent tanks.

The 4 boys looked at their TV screen and saw they have extra buttons on it, stroke, probe, and spank. After watching John and Jake’s suit play, they all knew what those buttons meant. The boys decided to speak to the subject. “Can you talk?” John asked. The subject shook his head. The boys took turns asking questions. They knew he can only answer yes or no.

“Can you see us on the TV screen?” The subject turned and shook his head again. His eyes were blinded by a full face hood.

“Are you comfortable?” The subject nodded.

“Do you want to be untied?” The subject shook his head.

“Do you still want to run away?” The subject nodded.

“Do you know you have to stay here for 14 days?” The subject nodded.

“Is 14 days too long?” He nodded again.

The boys changed the conversation to try to make him feel better, as 14 days seemed too long for him.

“Do you want to talk?” The subject nodded.

“Do you like the rubber?” He nodded again.

“Have you worn rubber before?” Nodded.

“Latex?” Nodded.

“Neoprene?” Nodded.

“We’re wearing rubber too. Latex and neoprene.” The subject nodded in satisfaction. He seemed to be enjoying this conversation.

“Do you get aroused by it?” Nodded willingly.

“Do you like being stroked?” Nodded enthusiastically.

“Do you like being probed?” Nodded enthusiastically again.

“What about being spanked?” The subject paused for a moment before reluctantly nodding.

“Are you a sub?” He nodded.

“Do you want us to remotely stroke, probe and spank you?” He nodded excitingly.

Nick pressed the stroke button on the TV. The subject’s yellow sheathed dick began stroking up and down. He gave a satisfying groan. Watching in amazement, Nick asked, “more?” The subject nodded. Nick pressed the stroke button again. The action sped up. The subject flexed and chuckled even more, like he was enjoying it. Will then got in on the action. He pressed probe. A hose up in the subject’s arse was repeatedly inserted and pulled out, in sync with his dick. His hips were swaying back and forth, like he was humping the X stand. A rubbery erection formed. He was obviously liking it. Will then pressed spank. A paddle gave the subject’s arse a light spanking every time his arse was thrusted backwards. His dick was now pulsing. The boys could tell he was in a very blissful state with deep moans, despite the subject not being able to talk, touch or see anything. They left him for a while to enjoy the moment, before upping the intensity to maximum. The subject was violently slammed into the X stand on each powerful stroke. The spanking became so hard loud smacks could be heard. Moans could almost be muffled screams. He was obviously having a long and intense orgasm with his massive dick shooting loads on each impact. It was quite some time before he gave out exhausted, and the thrusting stopped. Unable to sit down, he slumped over the stand, completely out of energy.

Two men in hazmat suits returned. They freed the subject from the stand and chained him up to the bed. He was able to lay down and sleep, for once. They refitted the spanking machine with a whip, and moved it over the bed, for more future discipline. On the way out, the men gave him a rub on the head, like he was a dog. “Good boy, you now earned some rest,” they said. The boys let the subject sleep and turned off the TV.
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Re: Kinky quarantine

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A DAY OUT

A message flashed up on guest TVs, informing them of their latest health check results. John and everyone he’s met so far were all clear. They were free to book activities. John and Jake booked a morning of surfing, with an afternoon of slip n slide. Nick and Will chose a morning of freediving before joining the slip n slide. Jason and his team wanted to catch up with their triathlon training and picked swimming and cycling. Brendan, with no close friends, simply picked a beach and bush walk. Monster Mark and his crew stayed in their rooms and courtyards to rehearse their acting.

Right on schedule, armed riot police opened their doors and escorted the fully rubbered and masked participants to their chosen activities. Being forced to wear rubber the entire time, they had to make some adjustments. John and Jake went surfing in the high tech diving gear Dan installed them into. The extra bulk and weight of the rebreather and life support units made paddling and balancing difficult, until Jake realised his surfboard had motorised jets controllable with his wrist computer. With the extra speed, the duo quickly learned they could zoom around the ocean non-stop like a skateboard. They also discovered the boots and the board had automatic magnets, keeping a firm grip even on the craziest manoeuvres. Wiping out wasn’t a problem, as their thick suits and air supply shielded them. They had the best surfs of their lives.

Nick and Will wore their hooded smoothskin wetsuits, long carbon fibre fins and attached special snorkelling masks over their gas masks. Guided by two safety divers in hooded drysuits and full face scuba masks, the group rode jetskis to a shallow coral reef. They dived into an underwater oasis of crystal clear water, colourful corals and fish dancing in the sunlight. With only a breath of air, Nick and Will blissfully dived to the bottom. They swam into a large cave. Inside, they were shocked to find another diver, feeding large grouper fish. Luckily, he signalled he was okay and pointed to the name on his helmet. It was Dan. Relieved, the group swam over to Dan and joined the magical fish feeding frenzy in front of them.

When Nick couldn’t stay for much longer, he prompted for air. A safety diver attached a secondary regulator to Nick’s mask. Will did the same. Then all of a sudden, the groupers dashed away. The cave darkened as a large shark passed by. Nick and Will gasped and cowered behind the safety divers they were tethered to. The safety divers turned around, stroking their buddies’ masks and hugging their shoulders for comfort. The feeling of tight diving suits being rubbed by gloved hands provided a very relaxing and welcome distraction. Nick and Will became aroused, forming hard erections under their wetsuits. Staring at their safety buddies eye to eye through their masks, they sensed lust and massaged each other’s rubber suited bodies. They locked their fins together and rolled around while floating in the middle of the cave. They felt each other’s concealed erections, with Nick and Will discovering their safety divers were heavily sheathed and tubed to their suits. Will’s safety diver also found Will’s sheathed erection hiding under his beavertail, and stroked it with a gloved hand. The coupled divers caressed each other, discovering every bit of rubber by touch, until their dive computers flashed a low air warning. The safety divers signalled to surface. The group drew out their dive knives and swam to the cave entrance. With no shark to be seen and no decompression stops required, they made a rapid ascent and sped away in their jetskis, still in their diving gear.

When the freediving group returned to shore, they met John and Jake finishing their surf session. Brendan joined them too. He’d been bushwalking and wading at the beach in his still damp latex suit and fused on gumboots. “Howdy boys. Where’s the nearest toilet?” He asked. “My dick is sheathed and concealed in my suit so I can’t pee in the bushes.” The others giggled while Dan pointed him to the nearest bathroom, a good distance uphill. Brendan made a mad dash for it, clutching to his desperate crotch with damp gloves while his wet gumboots made squishy sounds on each step. Before he made it, he bladder gave way and his dick shot a hole through his outer latex brief and he showered himself with pee. In fact, his stream was so strong even his gas mask was entirely covered in pee. He stumbled the rest of the way to the bathroom, hoping to find a shower, only to find it out of order.

As Brendan returned to the ocean to wash up, Dan saw his debacle and offered to help. “Mate, sorry for what happened. I’ll help you clean up. Just come over here and I’ll hose you down,” Dan said to Brendan. Dan grabbed a nearby hose and washed Brendan down with it, before giving him a scrub with a soapy sponge on a broomstick and hosing him once more. Brendan felt pleasurable to have his latex suit washed while he was still wearing it. He was then dried with an electric leaf blower. “Next, I’ll fit you with a waste disposal unit, so you don’t need to go to the bathroom again. Staff will come around regularly to empty it,” Dan said. Brendan was keenly excited to wear more gear and not have any more bathroom blunders. Dan used his wrist computer to unfuse Brendan’s suit and access his already sheathed dick and arse. Dan plugged tubes into both, which lead to storage tanks mounted on Brendan’s back. Over the top, a rubber wadersuit with attached gumboots, gloves and hood concealed Brendan in his new system. He was so happy he had an erection that no one noticed.
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A SLIPPERY AFTERNOON

While taking a break, John and his friends saw Jason and his team cycling in wet triathlon wetsuits and gumboots. They had clearly been out swimming, but not allowed to remove their suits on the bike. Their boots were sloshing with water as they rode past. Jason waved and told them, “feels great to be cycling in a wetsuit. I love the wet squishy feel. Will be going to slip and slide soon.”

When the boys got to the slip and slide, they found an obstacle course covered with lube mixed with blue disinfectant. A course instructor in a yellow hazmat suit, black gas mask with air supply, gloves and gumboots, read the rules out. “Welcome to slip and slide. The aim is to complete the course in the shortest time. These are the rules. You compete in teams of two. Both must finish to qualify. You can use whatever means necessary to complete the course. If you need to bail out, just wave your hands and the sideline staff will fish you out.” The sideline staff were very big, bulky guys fitted with diving helmets and heavy drysuits, more substantial than Dan’s.

The instructor talked the contestants through the course. “The course starts here at the lube waterfall. Slide under it and through the tunnel on your tummy. Then climb over the trestles and roll up the stairs. Be warned, they may look small and shallow but incredibly slippery. Next, slide down the zig zag on your bottom. It slopes downwards, but you’ll have to push around the corners. After that, tie up a gimp, attach it to the chair lift, and sling yourselves to the other side. At the other end, free the gimp and enjoy a big slide into the pool of lube.” The boys were impressed and eager to try it out.

Jason and his best training partner volunteered to go first. Being trained triathletes, they felt it will be easy. But it wasn’t. Sliding under the waterfall meant their smooth wetsuits were completely coated in slimy shiny lube, which made climbing over the trestles extremely difficult and clumsy. The stairs were nearly impossible to mount, with their heavy duty gumboots having next to no grip. The duo faceplanted multiple times before they successfully ascended on their knees. Luckily, their face masks and helmets cushioned them. The zig zag slide was easy. Their super slick wetsuits slid them around the corners without much pushing. Tying up a lubed gimp took effort. A simple hogtie didn’t have enough grip, so the duo used their bike strapping skills to form a harness around the gimp’s shoulders, chest, tummy and groin. They successfully suspended the gimp and themselves across, before freeing the ropes and enjoying a long thrilling slide into the pool. The three hugged and high-fived each other’s slick rubber bodies as they got out, before the gimp got lifted back into position.

Nick and Will in their freediving wetsuits went next. After seeing Jason’s blunders, they ascended the stairs on their knees, slathered on extra lube to slide faster, and used their boat tying skills to secure the gimp quicker. But they noticed something. The gimp looked exactly like the one they saw locked in the dungeon. After sliding into the pool and smashing Jason’s time, Nick asked the gimp if he got locked in a room and spanked. Recognising Nick’s voice, the gimp nodded and pointed to Nick, then bowed in a gesture of thanks, before getting hoisted away by a crane.

John and Jake were next. Their bulky life-supporting diving suits made sliding in the tunnel slow, so they crawled. But when they stood up to climb the trestle and stairs, their magnetic boots activated and completely overcame the slipperiness. In fact, they ran up the stairs and through the zig zag like there was no lube. When it came to gimp tying, their thick gloves were no problem. But in haste they snagged on the gimp’s feeding and waste tubes, nearly dislodging them. Knowing the gimp was from the dungeon, the duo shoved the tubes up his mask, dick, arse and tanks to tighten them. He gave a satisfying “mmmmmm” on each shove, and when he was hoisted onto the lift. After the trio descended the slide and splashed into the lube pool, the gimp gave John and Jake a grateful hug. He not only loved what they did to him, but also their drysuits covered in lube. He didn’t leave until until the sideline staff dragged him away for the next contestant. John and Jake turned around and felt ecstatic. They recorded the fastest course time ever and found out the gimp was a great rubber guy to hang out with.

Monster Mark and Alien Alex turned up, taking a break from their acting rehearsals. Mark was sealed up in his Spawn suit and Alex was turned into a Xenomorph. Going all out on brute force alone, the two lube covered contestants squirmed in the tunnel, a tight fit for Alex’s tall frame. Then in one huge superhuman leap, the duo cleared the trestle and the stairs. Using his massive upper body strength, Mark ruthlessly pushed himself through the zig zag. Alex went head first to accommodate his tail, using his incredible strength to turn the corners at super speed. Unfortunately, Alex’s long spiky fingers were useless for tying the gimp, so Mark did it all himself, pulling the ropes uncomfortably tight. On the other side, they severed the ropes with their sharp fingers and slid into the lube pool head first, forcing the gimp to do the same. When the group surfaced, the duo were thrilled to find they had the second fastest time, just slightly behind John and Jake. They walked away with their arms in the air cheering, ignoring how scared and shaken the gimp had become, and having to face a growing line of hardball contestants ready to repeatedly tie him up and plunge him into lube.
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