The boy in the rubber suit would have screamed if he was able to. He was being transported against his will at a fast speed away from his three masters. Q's wrists, elbows, shoulders, chest, waist, legs, knees, and feet were all strapped tightly to the transport unit. His ass was sticking out prominently, and a large footlong strap-on dildo was hidden between his legs. From his head to his toes, he was covered in a thin layer of latex with artificial sensors enhancing every muscle. Q panted and quivered, his ass losing its grip on the anal sheath more and more. He recently got a custom Exosuit with a built in chastity device, an anal sheath that was currently locked, a full-face helmet with vision display, internal earpiece/headphones, a rubber gag that fit perfectly against every tooth, and an adaptor that could turn his voice on and off.
He would have appreciated his new rubbery appearance more if he wasn't screaming silently on his rapid journey through town. Q caught his breath as the transport unit slowed down. He was approaching a large group of frat guys, all with speedos, bulging pecs and abs, and unnaturally tan skin. They were drunkenly stumbling along the street, and one got in the way of the transport unit, holding it from moving forward.
"Whoa bros, check it out, this guy is strapped in," the frat bro with the pink speedo slurred as he started groping the boy in the head to toe Exosuit. Q flinched for a second, but then started to enjoy the attention as the guys surrounded him.
"He's not saying `no,'" said another frat bro in an orange speedo, joining in the groping. Several men were now touching Q, who had no choice but to let the men assault him. He was swooning as the hot bros circled him and touched every part of his body.
"His cock is huge but fake. I think he's got one of them chastity devices, too bad," remarked the guy in the blue speedo as he groped Q's fake dildo extending from his locked up dick. He felt the plastic being groped and fondled, but he wasn't getting much sensation from his poor tiny locked up dick. He was getting quite sexually frustrated, and his ass was twitching every few seconds, since being locked in the suit earlier in the day.
"And I can't get into his hole - it's locked shut!" yelled another guy in yellow speedos.
"There's still a way in. I heard it makes his ass so tight, like fucking a virgin," muttered a guy in a green speedo.
"Whoaaaa, I gotta try that!" the guy in the yellow speedo slurred. The guy in the green speedo pulled out a long, thin tool, and inserted the small head into the locked anal tube. Q felt the sides of the tube push out a bit, pushing his ass to the limits.
"Yea, there we go," the guy in the green speedo remarked casually as he used the tool to expand the ass tube. Q quivered as the ass sheath expanded, far beyond the girth he usually took with his practice plugs. His ass felt like it was leaking.
"Look at that, his Exosuit is self-lubing! That makes it easier," the green speedo guy yelled as he thrust his cock in Q's newly opened hole. It was like he had a large fleshlight in his ass, forced open to be used as a sex toy for other men. Q barely felt the guy thrust in and out, just a constant pressure that strained the sides of his ass. He did notice when the guy emptied his load, and he tried moaning in pleasure as the seed coated his insides.
"I gotta try that, he didn't make any noise at all!" shouted the guy in the orange speedo, who quickly fucked Q until he also came. One by one, each frat brother took their turn fucking the rubber-covered boy strapped to the transport unit, until they all shot their loads, and Q was shivering in horniness.
"Let's make sure all of our juices don't escape," said the guy in the blue speedo, as he jammed a plug up Q's ass, firmly securing the tube. He whimpered in horny pleasure as the transport unit continued away from the frat guys high-fiving each other. Q then heard an odd hissing noise from the headphones in the suit.
"You handled that well, gimp boi. We have our eyes on you. You're perfectly safe," spoke the voice of the confident master. Whatever worries he had were gone - he was having the time of his life and better sexual experiences than he could've ever imagined.
The unit went past several other groups, but none stopped him again. Q soon arrived at an ancient 20th century house, where the red-haired hunk was laying in a hammock on the porch, still completely naked. He waved the box in his hand, and stood up to greet Q.
"I wondered if your new owner would send you back to me. You know, I enjoyed seeing your squats as I fucked a guy right in front of you. Most guys aren't that eager, with sex being so cheap and easy. You really put on a performance. Well, what are you waiting for? Get up and put on a show for me," spoke the red-haired guy, who got increasingly impatient that Q was still strapped to the transport unit, unable to speak. The straps holding the Exosuit in place suddenly unlocked, and stumbled his way onto his feet, showing his large strap-on. His ass was quivering.
"Poor form boy. Do you talk?" asked the red-haired naked man. Q tried speaking, but he silently cursed at his masters that his voice was still turned off.
"No words. That means you can't say no to anything," the red-haired man spoke lustily, as he motioned for Q to spin around.
"That's a nice plugged ass. Let's see, I saw you this morning, so your ass has been plugged for 12 hours. You must be very horny, boy," the red-haired man growled.
Q nodded eagerly. He reached around and removed the plug from his ass, holding it in his left hand.
"Don't you disappoint me now, boy," the red-haired man spat. Q smiled and looked up at the man holding the key to his manhood and ass. His right hand entered his gaping ass, collecting the fresh jizz from the drunken frat boys. He wiped the seed over his strap-on dildo, imagining the footlong device was a part of him. Q scooped his hand again into his ass, slathering the young studs' cum all over his dildo, dripping onto the sidewalk.
"You might just know what you're doing," the red-haired man said as he lifted his legs into two straps that held up the hammock/sling. Q took his cue and walked up to the man, proudly holding out his giant fake dick with one hand, and putting the plug back in his ass with the other one. He brought the dildo close to the red-haired man and teased his well-used asshole. It slowly entered, inch by gaping inch.
"Marvelous, boy," the man breathed. Q watched as the man eased himself onto the giant dick, moaning slightly.
"I love riding giant dick," yelled the red-haired man after Q's cock went past his second sphincter. Q held his cock in place and let the man slide out, then in, slowly picking up pace. He kept his shoulders and back upright as the man fucked himself on the footlong dildo.
"Show me how much you want it... to earn the right to touch that little cock of yours," the man dared Q. He felt the day's worth of excitement, horniness, and anxiety, and decided to take it out on the ass in front of him. Q pulled out, then pushed the cock back in, and kept going, faster and faster. He wished desperately it was his own cock, and not some giant plastic imitation.
"Yes, exactly like that," the man moaned in heat. Q kept his pace up, pulling out and thrusting it back in. He felt a primal instinct to keep going faster and faster, as the giant cock slid in and out of the well-used ass. Q felt his poor prostate twitch as his ass hummed and pulsed. His whole body was on fire. He wanted to scream out in pleasure to match the throes of ecstasy from the man in the sling.
"Keep...going...don't...ever...stop..." the man yelled in between Q's thrusts. He held tightly onto the sides of the sling, thrashing and thrusting with as much lust and energy as he had left. The man's cock got rock hard without being touched. It throbbed and pulsed with every assault from Q. The two panted and sweated, building to an ever higher climax.
"I'm..."
Q focused on keeping the pace of his thrusting as even as possible.
"...going..."
Q squeezed his ass with every thrust.
"...to..."
Q breathed in and kept his back arched.
"...fucking..."
Q saw the look of ecstasy all over the man he was fucking. He took great joy in the pleasure he was giving another man.
"...cum!" the man yelled, and the giant cock erupted. Q stood over the cock and caught the first load in his mouth. He kept fucking the climaxing man screaming in pleasure, gradually slowing down. Q's body shook in pleasure, not quite reaching orgasm, but still fueled by intense waves of horniness.
"That's a good fucking bitch. You earned your key," the red-haired man panted. Still lying in the hammock sling, he handed over the box holding the keys to Q's manhood and ass.
Q held the box as if it was some hard-earned prize. He felt his dick throbbing inside of the chastity tube, that he had the freedom to unlock his dick and jerk off and take ownership of his body. But then he thought about his three prospective masters, each of whom bid on him, and wanted to train him to be his best sexual being.
"You can go now, I'm gonna lay right here, unless you want round two in a bit?" asked the red-haired hunk, out of breath. Q shook his head and walked back to the transport. He sat in position so he could be locked in place.
"Great decision boy, and well done," spoke a voice from inside Q's head. The rubber-covered gimp boi smiled, proud of the fucking he delivered. He sat on the transport, and the straps fastened him tight to the vehicle. Q felt his voicebox turn back on, letting him scream with delight and pleasure as his transport unit took him back to his masters.
Q had only been a rubber gimp boi devoted to sex for about 12 hours, but he had been practicing for years to be the best fag he could be. He wanted to learn everything he could from his new masters. He let his body relax in the restraints of the transport unit held him tight, carrying him away in the twilight.