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‘Owned’. I never realised how safe that word is before Rubber took me. Shaped me into a perfect being. Enveloped me in both both and mind, to keep me safe inside its shiny, glossy goodness. So now I kneel in supplication, eager to show my appreciation…

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Losers, I thought. Rubbermen - sad losers who couldn’t see how horny and masculine it was to wear black leather. Probably couldn’t afford real gear I thought to myself. Then He came over to me in the club. Looked me up and down, from my tall Dehner boots to my Muir cap. Taking in all of my leather, all of might and superiority. I put my pint down, and He reached out and grabbed my ungloved hand. It was instant. I saw things clearly. As they should be. I pulled my other glove with my teeth, and let drop to the floor. I reached out and stroked the Rubber on his chest. Instantly the energy of Rubber increased in my mind, wiping all my thoughts. Only Rubber mattered. Just Rubber. Black, shiny, latex. I pulled Him closer, tighter. Bent forward and used my tongue to caress, to worship His Rubber. To show it that I was committing myself to Rubber. Only Rubber. To my Rubber God. My Muir cap fell off and hit the floor. Unwanted, unmourned. Eventually He led me out, His Rubber encased hand holding mine as we walked towards his car. Frightened that He would let go, and deprive me of the most wonderful feelings I’d ever felt…

As you can see, my fears were groundless. I stand here now, in my Rubber. My body encased in the acme of attire, my mind entirely devoted to Rubber, presenting myself to all who see me as a Rubberman. I’m not a loser, I’m a winner…

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Rubber has brought me peace and contentment. No more worries or concerns, just complete and total obedience to Rubber. I have no need of thoughts anymore, not now Rubber controls my every move.

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When the new neighbour invited me round for a welcome drink, I didn’t think it was to welcome me to my new life. But after listening to Him, watching those videos and being gifted Rubber I completely accept that I exist only as His object. To worship Him, to ensure my total obedience to His wishes.

We’ll have a new neighbour now. I have no need for my house anymore. Soon some man will buy it, and He’ll come to understand the power Rubber brings…

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I’m happy to wait. To be seen. I listen to the comments, to the catcalls, the group of lads making fun. But I spot them: the one shouting, smiling among his mates but who can’t stop looking at me. I can see the hunger in his eyes, the desire in his soul. So I wait. Patiently. Until he comes back, alone. Inching closer, breathing deeper, almost reluctant…

And then the touch. The understanding as Rubber welcomes him into its embrace. His new life beginning.

Then we wait. To be seen…

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Rubber has brought me meaning in life. I understand and accept that only Rubber has any importance for me. I exist only to display myself in Rubber. Join me?

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I am Rubber. He is leather. It is only right that I accept my inferiority and kneel at His feet…

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Just waiting for me bruv. Popped out to get some smokes and booze, ain’t he? Celebrate us both getting over Chav, like.

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Bloody muppets. Them Doctor people. Clicking over me, poking and prodding. "Special case," they said. "Come and look." "Not often that happens." And all I bloody wanted was for them damn headaches to stop. Get a bit of peace and quiet like. But no chance was there? "Bad case of Chav, and looks like he's got Rubber too." Put me in a room in me own, dint they? But they didn't stop bloody coming in and out did it? Jabbering on, all the bloody time.

Still, got me own back dint I? Made bloody sure I that cute intern got a dose of the same - fucking surprised him and so he's gone fore he realised what I was doing. Jeez, did he make a fuss. Spitting and shouting. Ain't like that now mind, is he? No, can't get enough of being around me, touching me gear and that. He said it's spreading round the hospital fast too. So, I'm not so special now is I? But I don't mind, not if it means we'll have a few more mates to knock around with...

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I went bloody crazy when I first thought I may have caught Rubber - bet it was from that little fucker at the office - Christ, I scrubbed at it, tried to cut it off…

But now? It’s like they say - it’s a gift, a real gift. I feel so much better, as if everything that was wrong, anything that was worrying me has gone. I’m calm, content and happy. I understand now that Rubber can only make you at peace with yourself. I’m not even angry with the office kid now. In fact I need to call him, invite him over and thank him…

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You understand now, don’t you? I know you must have been shocked to arrive home and find Rubber had been gifted to me. I saw it in your eyes, the panic in your voice…

But now that I’ve been able to calm you, to help you accept that from now on Rubber will be the primary motivation for both of us, we will be so much happier, so much more content than we ever were before.

Our shared future is tight, black and shiny. Breathe deep and relax…

remix

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Even though you are behind me, I know you can feel the power of my boots. They intrigue you, eh? I bet right now you are thinking about how it must feel to be walking around in them. What it must be like to have your feet and calves encased in black leather, pulled tight against your flesh by the long laces threaded through their many eyelets. You just carry on fantasising. It helps, doesn’t it? It’s making you understand what you’ve needed all your life, yes? So just keep on looking, following behind me, because right now nothing else matters does it? Just my boots. My big, tall, sexy skinhead boots. Yeah, just trail behind me. Up to my flat. There you can get better acquainted with my boots. And this time tomorrow, we can both walk the streets in our boots…

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I must say, since you caught Rubber you’ve changed for the better. No more arguments as to who gets to be Top, you don’t expect a night out and get to play with someone else…

And you don’t even have the smarts anymore to work out who deliberately made sure you got infected, do you? There are only two things on your mind now, isn’t there? Rubber and how to please me…

Yes, I much prefer you like this. Now, let me take a last look at that pretty face of yours before you seal yourself into that gas mask…

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Job? Having’ a fucking laugh ain’t yer mate? Got no intention of going back there again, bloody office full of losers ain’t it? All them suits, instead of cool gear like me Nike? Got more sense now, ain’t I? Mean, wouldn’t mind helping out down JDs - they always busy these days, and the fringe benefits is nice if you get me meaning, eh? But, nah. No more bloody sitting down for hours at a time looking at bits of paper. Only paper I want see is me fag paper. Anyways, times better spent thinking about me next tat.

Fit chav lad driping sporty blue & white Nike 💙🔥

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Since they caught Chav, these two haven’t done a lot of thinking. As you can probably tell from those dull, blank eyes of theirs. Life is just so uncomplicated for them now. No more work, their only worry being that their smokes and booze may run low. As if that could happen, what with more and more infected lads on the street every day.

Fit sporty💧chav lads scheming, you fancy? 😈

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Jimbo! Fits perfect like, see? Thanks for leaving these things for me while I was feeling rough. Feel even better now, thanks to you. Wanna meet up and check me out, then? Me sneax’ll be nice and ready by the time I’ve walked down to you in town. Pick up some smokes, yeah?

Fit trackie chav lad 😍 Sporty Nike gear 🇬🇧💧

Hot… 🔥 How can you not fancy? 😋

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Going down Soho, ain’t us? Gotta get me mate George here some neck tats. Mean, he’s been up and about after them headaches for a couple of days now and he can’t wait to get some ink. First thing I did actual, like. Well, second s’pose. Down JD’s for some proper threads first weren’t it? Then got some smokes. Ok, third thing what I done then. Walked in with me new gear, took off me hoodie and told the bloke to get to work. Just knew he’d come up with the goods, didn’t I? Fuck, can’t wait to see what he does with George…

Victor Perez

Sporty chav-y trackies w/bright kicks, lads drip 😋