In late July, a typhoon swept across the entire coastal city.
For a time, people could barely see the sun, only hearing the howling wind through the cracks of tightly shut doors and windows.
Office workers celebrated the typhoon allowing them to work from home, while children quietly rejoiced at not having to attend cram school.
The ones suffering the most were the sports students at Haicheng Sports University.
Inside Dorm 512 at Haicheng Sports University, the air conditioner was set to 18 degrees, already the lowest, yet it still couldn't cool the youthful passion of the sports students inside.
Ah Huang had just woken from his afternoon nap. Looking out the window, he saw trees wildly swaying in the wind, thrashing violently in the gale. Because of the weather, the summer football exchange match had been postponed, and he hadn't touched a football for two whole days and nights—his feet itched terribly.
“I really want to go play football…” Ah Huang muttered to himself.
The residents of Dorm 512 were all fourth-year sports students, and remarkably, all four had achieved good results in their respective fields.
“Just calm down already.” Ah Hong sat at the desk playing games on his phone, propping his elite-socked feet up on the table. “With your small frame, aren’t you afraid of getting blown away by the wind?” Ah Hong was from the northeast, outgoing and passionate, and valued brotherhood highly. “Oh right… where did the socks I gave you go? Why aren’t you wearing them?”
Ah Huang rolled his eyes. “Bro… I just woke up, and you want me to put them on? Don’t tell me you have a sock fetish!”
“What do you know? These are brotherhood socks! Ah Zi and Ah Lan didn’t complain like you!” Ah Hong, perhaps from playing too much Three Kingdoms Kill, had bought several pairs of basketball elite socks for the four dormmates yesterday, forcing the other three to wear them under the pretext of “deepening brotherhood bonds.” He even held a sworn brotherhood ceremony with the line “Though we weren’t born on the same day, we wish to die on the same day.” The other three had indulged the sports idiot’s request out of affection.
Most notably, the idiot had chosen sock colors based on each person’s name puns. Though they were thick basketball socks in red, yellow, blue, and purple, it was hard not to think Ah Hong was opening a fabric shop in the dorm.
“Your basketball guys’ socks… are even harder to wear than football socks?” Though Ah Huang complained, he still put on the elite socks that were completely unsuitable for daily wear—the tight elasticity made him feel like blood flow to his feet and Achilles tendons was being blocked.
“Satisfied now?!” Ah Huang walked up to Ah Hong after putting on his socks for “inspection.”
“Good enough.” Ah Hong glanced up briefly before returning to his phone game, then flicked Ah Huang’s dick through his pants.
“Fuck!” Ah Huang was always getting flicked by this basketball player, and it inevitably made him wonder if the guy was gay. Besides, as a basketball sports student who was unusually clean, it really wasn’t normal.
But when Ah Huang looked at their black and white socks, he felt even less at ease—his impression was that gay guys wore black or white stockings—and this sock color scheme wasn’t straight at all.
In short, this guy wasn’t gay, but definitely a pervert. Ah Huang concluded.
“Where did Ah Zi and Ah Lan go?” Ah Huang only now noticed that he hadn’t seen either of them since waking up.
“No idea, maybe they went to train? Their specialties aren’t affected by typhoon weather.” Ah Hong shrugged. “I asked in the group chat earlier and got no reply.”
Ah Zi and Ah Lan specialized in table tennis and swimming respectively. Unless the typhoon blew the venues away, these two sports were indeed unaffected.
The dorm fell silent, leaving only the sound of the air conditioner and the wind outside.
“Knock knock knock…” After a while, there came a knock at the door.
“Ah Huang, get the door, I’m gaming.” Ah Hong the idiot was ordering him around again.
“Next time remember to bring your keys… huh?” Ah Huang walked to the door and opened it.
Standing there wasn’t his roommate, but a short boy. For some reason, the boy was wearing a jacket and long pants, and through the draft in the hallway, it was clear he was quite thin.
“Uh… who are you looking for?” Ah Huang wondered if it was his imagination, but he felt the boy had just been staring at his crotch.
“Not them? Then who is it?” Ah Hong stood up, no longer claiming to be gaming, and peered over Ah Huang’s shoulder at the boy in the doorway.
“Uh… hello… I’m… a latex suit salesman…”
The air froze the moment the words “latex suit salesman” left his mouth. The typhoon outside howled as if providing background music for this absurd scene. Ah Hong and Ah Huang, two sports students nearly 190 cm tall, looked down at the short boy at most 170 cm tall, tightly wrapped in a large coat, their faces filled with disbelief.
“What the hell? Latex suits?” Ah Hong was stunned for a moment, then burst into loud laughter. “Hahahahaha! You fucking came to sell to us? Bro, you got the wrong place. This is a sports university boys’ dorm, not some sex toy expo.”
The salesman didn’t back down from Ah Hong’s mockery. Instead, he looked up, revealing a delicate face. His gaze swept over the two muscular bodies, lingering especially on their elite-socked calves and bulging crotches. “I haven’t got the wrong place, classmates. I came specifically for outstanding athletes like you.”
Ah Huang: “Us?” Ah Huang’s brows furrowed tighter. He stepped in front of Ah Hong, eyeing the man warily. “In this shitty weather, you came all the way to our dorm to sell? Aren’t you hot in that outfit?”
The salesman didn’t answer whether he was hot. He just smiled faintly, the smile looking somewhat eerie under the dim corridor light. Slowly, he unzipped his black sports bag and took out several folded items. They were tight garments of different colors with a glossy sheen, emitting a strong, distinctive rubber smell in the air, much like the scent of condoms.
Salesman: “There may be a misunderstanding. The latex suit I speak of is a brand-new type of sports equipment. It perfectly conforms to every inch of your muscles, providing unparalleled wrapping and support. During exercise, it can even stimulate your body’s deepest potential and… pleasure.”
“Stimulate pleasure? Fuck, isn’t this still a sex toy?” Ah Hong pushed Ah Huang aside and approached with interest. He squeezed his semi-soft cock through his pants and smirked provocatively at the salesman. “How does it stimulate? Can it make me cum?”
Ah Huang: “Ah Hong! Don’t mess around!” Ah Huang hissed, feeling the salesman’s intentions were impure. The light in those eyes didn’t look at customers, but like a wolf eyeing prey.
Salesman: “You can try it yourself.” The salesman completely ignored Ah Hong’s vulgar words and handed over the latex suit, gazing intensely at Ah Hong. “Trust me, wearing it will open the door to a new world. That feeling of every inch of skin being tightly wrapped, every breath amplified… is something no other sports equipment can match.”
“The black latex suit is just a basic sample. But for athletes like you, filled with primal power and explosiveness, I’ve prepared something more special.” The salesman’s smile deepened as he took out another item from the bag.
It was a neatly folded black tight suit. When unfolded, the entire dim corridor seemed illuminated by its flowing, glossy black. This black wasn’t ordinary black, but an oily, living, writhing black, much like fresh arterial blood.
“We call it ‘Crimson Flame.’ It can convert your body heat into energy. Come, feel it.” The salesman tempted the young man."
Ah Hong actually took the black latex suit. It felt cool, smooth, with a strange elasticity. He weighed it—it was quite heavy. The dorm’s cold air intertwined with the typhoon outside, and this latex suit lay quietly in his palm like Pandora’s box, waiting to be opened.
“Don’t listen to his bullshit! There’s something wrong with this thing! Are you fucking crazy? Taking off your clothes right at the dorm door in front of a stranger?” Ah Huang tried to snatch the suit away.
Ah Hong shoved Ah Huang aside. “Get lost, stop nagging like a woman. I’ve got nothing to hide. I just want to see how amazing this thing really is. It’s just clothes, right?” The cool, slippery sensation from the black latex suit reached his fingertips, carrying a strong rubber and chemical reagent mixed scent. Without further hesitation, he grabbed the hem of his training tank top and yanked it off, revealing his bronze, sharply defined pecs and eight-pack abs. Sweat slid down the lines of his firm muscles, glistening under the corridor lights.
He slipped his arms into the sleeves of the Crimson Flame top, and the thin rubber layer immediately clung to him like a second skin. The icy sensation made him shiver, followed by an unprecedented tight wrapping feeling. The latex material had excellent elasticity yet exerted undeniable pressure, mercilessly outlining every contour of his pecs, lats, and biceps, making him feel his strength being materialized, confined and compressed by this black shell, yet ready to burst forth with even greater power at any moment.
A strange tingling sensation spread from the wrapped skin throughout his body, shooting straight to his crown. His mind buzzed, and all reason and Ah Huang’s warnings were swept away by this intense, unprecedented stimulation. As if possessed, under Ah Huang’s stunned gaze, Ah Hong hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down without hesitation. The empty-crotch shorts slid down and piled at his elite-socked ankles. His half-erect cock, excited, sprang out into the cold air, a drop of clear fluid hanging from the tip, swaying slightly with his movements.
The salesman swallowed. “Yes… just like that. Let your body feel the most primal call.”
Ah Hong seemed not to hear. Impatiently, he grabbed the lower half of the latex suit, lifted one long leg, and slid his toes into the pant leg. The latex suit slid tightly over his calves, knees, and muscular thighs… Finally, he thrust his hips, stuffing his entire lower body inside. The black latex stretched his ass into two round, plump cheeks, tightly wrapping his bulging thigh muscles, even enclosing his sizable cock and heavy balls snugly, outlining an erotic bulge.
“Fuck… this feeling… Ah Huang… uh………… fuck…”
Ah Hong looked down at his body seemingly completely encased in black paint, breathing heavily. He could clearly feel his heartbeat, every pulse feeding back through the latex pressure to his skin. He could even feel his encased cock continuing to engorge uncontrollably, pushing out an even more ferocious curve under the tight black rubber. Gradually, the veins, foreskin, and slit on his cock were all outlined by the black latex—as if Ah Hong’s cock was meant to be this slick, rubbery substance.
“Ah Hong… you…”
Ah Huang was completely stunned. Watching the figure before him, glowing with an eerie red light like a monster from a sci-fi movie, he couldn’t form a complete sentence. The skinny salesman, meanwhile, wore a satisfied smile, like a hunter watching prey fall into a trap.
“Brainwashing still needs time. Let’s go inside to talk, my fresh good son.” He ignored the dumbfounded Ah Huang, locked the door with a “click,” and walked straight into the depths of the dorm.
Ah Huang stared blankly at the skinny figure, then at Ah Hong bound in the latex suit. Ah Hong’s body was twisting in an extremely painful posture, emitting suppressed growls from his throat, every word squeezed out from between his teeth with all his strength.
“Yes… master…” Before the words finished, Ah Hong’s body suddenly arched, letting out a shrill scream unlike any human sound!
“Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ah Hong frantically scratched at the latex suit on his chest with his nails, trying to tear off this layer of skin. But the glossy black material was slippery and extremely tough. No matter how hard he tried, he could only leave fleeting white marks, like scratching skin.
Instead of loosening, the latex suit began contracting inward like a living creature, squeezing his bulging muscles even more clearly. Every tremor of muscle fiber was exposed through this thin membrane. The elite socks matching the latex suit’s color now completely merged with the leg material, tightly wrapping his muscular calves and ankles, as if replacing his limbs with those of another species.
“Ah Hong! Are you okay!!” Ah Huang finally snapped out of his shock and rushed forward to help Ah Hong remove the suit. But the moment his hand touched the slippery surface, Ah Hong shook him off. The salesman slowly turned around, a sickly smile on his lips. “It’s useless. Once you put it on, you can only become my puppet.”
“You… you monster!!” This sentence completely ignited Ah Huang’s rage. He abandoned the futile tearing, roared, and turned, his fist carrying wind straight toward the salesman’s hateful face. But just as the punch was about to hit the other’s nose, a black afterimage blocked his path—
Ah Hong’s latex hand had somehow grabbed his wrist with astonishing force.
Ah Hong’s scream had stopped. He slowly raised his head, all pain and struggle gone from his face, replaced by an eerie, hollow calm. His voice became low and unfamiliar, carrying a chilling obedience.
“How do you talk to Dad? My good brother?”
Ah Hong’s body, wrapped in the pitch-black “Crimson Flame” latex suit, seemed infused with some strange power. His eyes were hollow yet burning, as if controlled by invisible strings, slowly turning toward Ah Huang.
“Thank you, Father, for the brainwashing… I want you to feel Father’s love too♥”
“Ah Hong, wake the fuck up!” Ah Huang tried to retreat, but the small dorm space left him nowhere to escape. His heartbeat quickened. The typhoon outside battered the windows with a piercing shriek, as if accompanying what was about to happen.
The salesman—perhaps “evil master” suited him better—took off his jacket, revealing a black latex body. The latex suit clung tightly to his skin, gleaming with oil, rising and falling slightly with his breath. He sat on a dorm chair, crossing his legs. The only thing barely covering him was the black elite socks on his latex feet, toes dangling provocatively.
“Hehehehe… Come on, my [Latex Dog Ah Hong], show your loyalty.”
“As you command, Master. Brainwashing operation begins.” Without hesitation, Ah Hong pounced on Ah Huang like a dog hearing a command.
“Fuck!! Uhhhh…” Ah Huang tried to resist, throwing punches at Ah Hong’s chest, but they hit the latex suit like striking tough rubber, to no effect. Ah Hong grabbed Ah Huang’s shoulders and slammed him onto the bed. The bed creaked as Ah Huang struggled to get up, only to be pinned down by Ah Hong’s weight.
“Ah Hong! Fuck! You’re crazy!” Ah Huang roared, trying to use his football player’s agility to break free, but Ah Hong’s strength seemed amplified several times by the latex suit. His black latex hands tightly gripped Ah Huang’s wrists, pinning him to the bed.
Ah Hong lowered his head, eyes locked on Ah Huang’s terrified face. “I’m not crazy, Ah Huang… You were so obedient when you put on the brotherhood socks yesterday. Now… I hope you’ll show the same obedience to Master.” His body emitted the unique smell of latex mixed with sweat, pungent and eerie.
Ah Hong grabbed his good brother Ah Huang’s hands, pinning him with his body weight, then raised his head, saw Master’s black-socked big feet, became aroused, and instinctively stuck out his tongue toward the black elite socks, making wet sucking sounds. “Uhhhh… (slurp…) Master…”
“Good boy… Good son, go brainwash your brother first~… Once you fuck him with your cock, you can lick feet, okay~♥” The salesman stroked Ah Hong’s messy hair.
Ah Huang wanted to cry but had no tears. “You’re fucking… really gay…”
“Whether I’m gay doesn’t matter anymore… Let’s both become Dad’s sons~” Latex Ah Hong used his latex tongue to pry open Ah Huang’s teeth, ignoring the protests and struggles beneath him, while forcing Ah Huang’s legs apart with his knee. The veins and contours of his black latex cock were clearly visible under the membrane—it had become a living rubber sculpture.
“No… Ah Hong, please…” Ah Huang’s voice trembled, but Ah Hong didn’t listen. He yanked down Ah Huang’s shorts, revealing his legs in yellow elite socks. The socks were thick and tight, wrapping his firm football-player calves. Sweat made the socks slightly damp, glistening against the skin.
“Begging me for what?~” Ah Hong used Ah Huang’s body, frantically rubbing his cock against the asshole, enjoying the pleasure of his newly acquired latex body. “Ah~~…” Amid the tight latex’s comfortable pleasure, Ah Hong’s loyalty to Master was infinitely amplified. Pressing his latex skin tightly against Ah Huang’s mortal flesh—just this friction already gave him an unprecedented ultimate experience, not to mention inserting his latex cock into a human’s tender hole.
“Please… don’t… continue…” Ah Huang could never say “don’t fuck me”—such words couldn’t come from a straight man’s mouth.
“Hehe… Begging me to continue? …Then properly feel the impact of my battle cock!!” Ah Hong’s movements were rough and precise. He stopped rubbing the latex lower body against the anus and thrust in without hesitation.
“Aaaahhhhh!!! Cock!!! It’s going in!!!” Ah Huang’s scream tore through the air. Ah Hong mercilessly thrust in. The slick texture of the latex made the invasion both smooth and tight. Every thrust felt like tearing his body apart. Ah Huang’s struggles gradually weakened; he could no longer resist this humiliation and pain.
“Fuck you, slut! Feel the power Master bestowed upon me!!!!!” Ah Hong roared, his movements growing rougher. Each impact made the bed creak under the strain. His black latex cock thrust in and out of Ah Huang’s body, each deep hit making Ah Huang’s body tremble involuntarily.
Their legs intertwined. Black and white elite socks rubbed together during the intense action, making rustling sounds. Ah Hong’s black socks were thick and elastic, wrapping his sturdy basketball calves, tangling with Ah Huang’s white elite socks, as if two forces were silently competing. Ah Huang’s football training had accustomed him to running and fighting, but now he was like prey trapped in a net, powerless to resist.
“Fuck… you basketball idiot… You slam dunk so hard on the court, but now… fucking a man… Aren’t you ashamed… Aaaahhh…” Ah Huang gritted his teeth, trying to wake Ah Hong with words, but his voice was interrupted by his own panting. Shame and pleasure intertwined, nearly breaking him.
“I slam dunk hard on the basketball court, and I fuck you even harder in bed!” Ah Hong sneered, his tongue continuing to lick Master’s black elite sock, making an eerie wet sound. “Dad… I’m already fucking my best brother. Please let me lick your stinky feet a bit longer…”
Master’s black latex boots gleamed under the light. He looked down at Ah Hong, a satisfied smile on his lips. “Good boy, continue. Fuck him into an idiot, and we’ll latex him too.”
“As you command, Master…” Ah Hong’s movements quickened. His latex cock thrust in and out of Ah Huang, making slick slapping sounds. Ah Huang’s moans shifted from resistance to complex emotions—shame, pain, and a trace of undeniable pleasure intertwined. “Aaaah… too deep… fuck… I can’t take it…” His voice carried a crying tone, yet couldn’t hide his body’s betrayal. Meanwhile, Ah Hong licked Master’s elite socks more and more enthusiastically until he stuffed all five toes into his mouth, and his restraint finally gave way…
“Under Master’s gaze… come with me… become latex!!!!!! Awooooooo!!!!!!~~~” Finally, Ah Hong let out a beast-like low roar. His body trembled violently and reached climax. Scalding semen gushed out—first white, then turning gray, finally pure black, thick like ink. The black liquid filled Ah Huang’s asshole, overflowed and ran down his thighs, even splashing onto Ah Huang’s abdomen, leaving twisted traces like lewd patterns.
“Fuck… what the hell is this…” Ah Huang’s voice trembled as he tried to wipe the black semen off his abs, but the liquid seemed stuck to his skin and wouldn’t come off.
“This is Master’s blessing, slut.” Ah Hong panted heavily, collapsing onto Ah Huang. His latex muscles remained taut, sweat slowly sliding beneath the black membrane.
Master slowly stood up and clapped. “Well done, my son. Now, let your friend feel this blessing too.” He took out a white latex suit from his bag and handed it to Ah Hong.
“I don’t want… uh…” Ah Huang suddenly realized his fate and struggled desperately, but the earlier rape had already exhausted him. His legs were trembling.
Ah Hong obediently nodded, stood up, pulled the weakened Ah Huang to his feet, and forcibly put the white latex suit on him. The latex layer clung to his skin like a living creature, tightly wrapping his lean football-player body from ankles to neck, every inch confined. Ah Huang felt an icy oppressive sensation, as if his body was being devoured by this “second skin.” His cock was squeezed under the latex suit, painfully hard yet unable to release.
*“Fuck… let me go…” Ah Huang growled weakly, but the tight sensation of the latex made him feel both powerless and strangely aroused.
“The firmer the will, the slower the conversion.” Master approached, stroking Ah Huang’s chest. The latex made a squeaking sound under his fingertips.
Ah Hong looked innocent, seemingly dissatisfied with the statement. “Master, if I converted so quickly, does that mean my will is weak?” His voice carried defiance.
Master chuckled, reached out to hook Ah Hong’s chin, pulled him close, and gave him a deep, intense French kiss. Their latex tongues intertwined, making slick friction sounds. Their latex-clad bodies pressed together, emitting a strong rubber scent. “No, my dear, you simply know better how to accept power.” Master whispered playfully.
After the kiss, Master patted Ah Hong’s shoulder. “Go, bring your other roommates so they can feel this blessing too.”
Ah Hong nodded, grabbed a long-sleeve jacket and draped it over himself to cover the black latex suit. “I’m going now, Master.”
He put on his basketball boots, turned, and left the dorm, disappearing into the typhoon’s winds in the corridor.
Master turned around, his gaze returning to Ah Huang. Ah Huang collapsed on the floor, his body twisting painfully under the white latex suit, low moans escaping his throat.
“Don’t worry, slutty son. You’ll love this feeling soon.” The evil salesman whispered with sickly gentleness, pressing his foot down hard, forcing Ah Huang to emit a pained moan. “How about we do something even better… After all, once you’re latexed, resisting will be difficult~”
“Aaaah… let me go… you pervert…” Ah Huang struggled, but the latex suit’s restraints made every movement a fight against himself. Even more terrifying, Ah Huang felt—his moaning throat blocked by some unknown liquid—
The smell of rubber and the saltiness of sweat intertwined, filling the entire dorm.
“Very good, my sons. You all belong to me now.”