At the end of July, the typhoon swept through the entire Haicheng.
For a time, people could hardly see the sun, only hearing the roar coming from the gaps in the tightly closed doors and windows.
Office workers celebrated the arrival of the typhoon, allowing them to work from home, and children were secretly delighted because they didn't have to go to tutoring classes on a typhoon day.
The ones feeling miserable had to be the athletes at Haicheng Sports University.
In the 512 dormitory of Haicheng Sports University, the air conditioner showed 18 degrees, already the lowest, but it still couldn't alleviate the youthful passion of the athletes in the dormitory.
Ah Huang had just woken up from a nap, looking at the sky outside the window, the trees swaying wildly in the wind, violently swinging in the gale—because of this weather, the summer vacation football exchange match was postponed, and he himself hadn't touched a football for two whole days and nights—his feet were itching badly.
“I really want to go play soccer...” Ah Huang murmured to himself.
In the 512 dormitory, they were all senior-year athletes who had started the semester, and remarkably, the four of them had achieved good results in their respective fields.
“You should just calm down.” Ah Hong was sitting at the desk playing games on his phone, with his elite socks-clad big feet resting on the table, saying, “With your small frame, aren't you afraid of being blown away by the strong wind?” Ah Hong was from the northeast, with an enthusiastic and outgoing personality, and a strong sense of brotherhood, “Hey, by the way... where are the socks I gave you? Why aren't you wearing them?”
Ah Huang rolled his eyes after hearing this, “Bro... I just woke up, and you want me to put them on? Are you fucking into socks or something!”
“What do you know? This is called brother socks! Ah Zi and Ah Lan aren't complaining like you!” Ah Hong didn't know if it was because he played too much Three Kingdoms, but yesterday he bought several pairs of basketball elite socks for the four people in the dormitory and forced the three to wear them, calling it “deepening the sense of identity among brothers,” and even held a swearing-in ceremony of “not seeking to be born on the same day in the same month, but seeking to die on the same day in the same month.” The other three also indulged him under his “tyranny” and accepted the request of this sports idiot.
The most important thing was, this idiot chose the sock colors based on each person's name homophones; although they were thick basketball socks, the red, yellow, blue, and purple colors made it hard not to think that Ah Hong wanted to open a fabric store in the dormitory.
“Your basketball socks... why are they harder to put on than soccer socks?” Although Ah Huang complained, he still put on the elite socks that were completely unsuitable for everyday wear—the tight elasticity made him feel that the blood flow in his feet and Achilles tendon was blocked.
“Is that good now?!” Ah Huang put on his socks and walked up to Ah Hong for “inspection.”
“Okay.” Ah Hong glanced up and returned to the game world on his phone, and at the end, he didn't forget to flick Ah Huang's dick through his pants.
“Fuck!” Ah Huang was always flicked by this basketball player, making him inevitably think that this guy was gay. Moreover, as a basketball athlete, he was particularly clean, which was really abnormal.
But Ah Huang looked at the black socks and white socks on their feet and couldn't feel more relieved— in his impression, gay people all wore black stockings or white socks— this sock color scheme wasn't straight at all.
In any case, this guy wasn't gay, he was definitely a pervert. Ah Huang came to a conclusion.
“Where did Ah Zi and Ah Lan go?” Ah Huang only then noticed that from waking up until now, he hadn't seen these two guys.
“Don't know, maybe they went to train? Their specialties aren't affected by typhoon weather.” Ah Hong shrugged, “I asked in the group earlier and they didn't reply.”
Ah Zi and Ah Lan were in table tennis and swimming respectively; unless the typhoon blew away the venue, these two sports weren't affected by typhoon weather.
There was no one speaking in the dormitory, only the sound of the air conditioner and the wind outside the door.
“Knock knock knock...” After a while, there was a knocking sound at the door.
“Ah Huang, open the door, I'm playing games.” Ah Hong, this idiot, was ordering him again.
“Next time, can you remember to bring the key... Hmm?” Ah Huang walked to the door and opened it.
In front of the door wasn't his roommate, but a short male student. The boy was wearing a coat and long pants for some reason; with the wind blowing through the corridor, you could see his body was thin.
“Uh... may I ask... who are you looking for?” Ah Huang wondered if it was his illusion, but he felt that this guy had just been staring at the thing in his crotch.
“It's not those two? Then who is it?” Ah Hong got up, and now he wasn't talking about playing games anymore; he poked his head out from behind Ah Huang and sized up the boy at the door.
“Uh... hello... I am... a latex clothing salesman...”
The air froze the instant the five words “latex clothing salesman” were spoken. The strong wind outside howled, as if providing background music for this absurd scene. Ah Hong and Ah Huang, two athletes nearly 1.9 meters tall, looked down at this short guy at the door, at most 1.7 meters, wrapped tightly in a large coat, their faces full of disbelief.
“What the hell? Latex clothing?” Ah Hong was stunned for a moment, then burst into loud laughter, “Hahahahaha! You came to sell to us? I say, bro, did you go to the wrong place? This is the boys' dormitory of the sports university, not some adult products fair.”
The salesman didn't shrink back from Ah Hong's mockery; instead, he lifted his head, revealing a handsome face. His gaze swept over the two muscular bodies, especially lingering for a moment on their legs in elite socks and the bulging crotches. “I didn't go to the wrong place, you two. I'm precisely here for athletes like you with outstanding physiques.”
Ah Huang: “Looking for us?” Ah Huang's brows furrowed even more; he sidestepped in front of Ah Hong, warily staring at this man, “In this damn weather, you specifically ran to our dormitory to sell? This clothing of yours... isn't it hot?”
The salesman didn't answer the question about whether it was hot; he just smiled slightly, that smile appearing somewhat eerie under the dim corridor lights. He slowly unzipped the black sports bag he carried, taking out several folded items from inside. They were tight-fitting clothes in different colors, shiny with oil, emitting a strong, unique rubber smell, just like condoms.
Salesman: “You two might have misunderstood. The latex clothing I'm talking about is a brand-new sports equipment. It can perfectly fit every inch of your muscles, providing unparalleled wrapping and support, and during exercise, it can stimulate your body's deepest potential and... pleasure.”
“Stimulate pleasure? Fuck, isn't this still adult products?” Ah Hong pushed aside the Ah Huang blocking him and leaned in with interest; he pinched his semi-soft dick through his pants and provocatively said to the salesman, “How does it stimulate? Can it make me climax?”
Ah Huang: “Ah Hong! Don't mess around!” Ah Huang whispered a stop; he always felt that this salesman's purpose wasn't pure, that light in his eyes was more like a wolf eyeing prey than looking at customers.
Salesman: “This classmate, you can experience it yourself.” The salesman completely ignored Ah Hong's vulgar words and instead handed over the latex clothing, gazing intently at Ah Hong, “Believe me, once you put it on, you'll open the door to a new world. That feeling of every inch of skin from the soles of your feet to the top of your head being tightly wrapped and every breath amplified... is unmatched by any other sports equipment.”
“The black latex clothing is just a basic sample. But for someone like you, full of 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-fitting suit; when unfolded, the entire dim corridor seemed illuminated by its shimmering black. That black wasn't ordinary black, but a oily, seemingly alive black lacquer, like fresh arterial blood.
“We call it ‘Red Flame’. It can convert your body heat into energy. Come on, feel it.” The salesman tempted the young man.
Ah Hong really took the black latex clothing. It felt cool and smooth to the touch, with a strange elasticity. He weighed it; it wasn't light. The cold air in the dormitory mixed with the gale outside, and this latex clothing was like Pandora's box, quietly lying in his palm, waiting to be opened.
“Don't believe his bullshit! This thing isn't right! Are you fucking crazy? Stripping in the dormitory doorway in front of a stranger?” Ah Huang tried to snatch the latex clothing away.
Ah Hong pushed away the Ah Huang trying to stop him, “Get lost, don't be a nagging bitch. I'm upright and not afraid of my shadow; I just want to see how amazing this thing is. It's just clothes, right?” The cool, slippery touch transferred from the black latex clothing to his fingertips, carrying a strong rubber mixed with some chemical agent smell. He hesitated no longer, grabbed the bottom of his training vest with both hands, and suddenly pulled it up, revealing bronze-colored, angular pecs and eight-pack abs. Sweat beads slid down his tight muscle lines, glistening under the corridor lights.
He inserted his arms into the sleeves of the Red Flame; that thin layer of rubber hugged up like a second skin. Immediately, the cold sensation made him shiver, but what followed was an unprecedented tight wrapping feeling. The elasticity of the latex material was excellent, yet it carried an irresistible pressure, outlining every contour of his pecs, lats, and biceps without mercy, making him feel as if his power was being materialized, confined and compressed by this black shell, as if it could burst with even greater force at any moment.
A strange tingling sensation spread from the wrapped skin throughout his body, rushing straight to the top of his head. His mind buzzed, and all reason and Ah Huang's warnings were overwhelmed by this intense, unprecedented stimulation. Like being possessed, under Ah Huang's astonished and speechless gaze, Ah Hong hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sports shorts and pulled down without hesitation. The crotch-empty shorts slid down to his ankles clad in elite socks. His semi-erect dick sprang out in the cold air, with a strand of transparent liquid at the tip, swaying slightly with his movements.
The salesman swallowed, “Yes... that's it, let your body feel the most primal call.”
Ah Hong seemed not to hear; he impatiently grabbed the lower part of the latex clothing, lifted one long leg, and inserted his toes into the pant leg. The latex tightly slid over his calf, knee, and sturdy thigh... finally, he forcefully thrust his waist, stuffing his entire lower body in. That layer of black rubber stretched his buttocks into two round shapes, tightly wrapping his bulging thigh muscles, and even outlining his considerable-sized dick and heavy balls seamlessly, creating an erotic bulge.
“Fuck... this feeling... Ah Huang... uh... fuck...”
Ah Hong looked down at his body completely enveloped in black lacquer, his breathing becoming heavy. He could clearly feel his heartbeat; every beat fed back through the pressure of the latex clothing to his skin. He could even feel his wrapped dick continuing to engorge and swell uncontrollably under that tight black rubber, forming an even more ferocious curve. Gradually, the veins, foreskin, and slit on his dick were all outlined by the black latex clothing—as if Ah Hong's dick should be this slippery, rubbery thing.
“Ah Hong... you...”
Ah Huang was completely stunned; he looked at this monster in front of him, emitting a strange red light as if from a sci-fi movie, unable to say a complete sentence. And that skinny salesman showed a satisfied smile, like a hunter seeing his prey fall into a trap.
“Brainwashing takes time; let's go inside to talk, my fresh obedient son.” He no longer paid attention to the dumbfounded Ah Huang, turned around with a click to lock the door, and walked straight into the depths of the dormitory.
Ah Huang stared blankly at the skinny back, then looked at Ah Hong bound by the latex clothing. Ah Hong's body was twisting in an extremely painful posture, letting out suppressed roars from his throat, every word seeming to be squeezed out through his teeth with all his strength.
“Obey... master...” Before the words fell, Ah Hong's body suddenly arched, letting out a shrill scream that didn't sound human!
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ah Hong went crazy, scratching at the latex clothing on his chest with his nails, trying to tear off this layer of skin. But the black lacquer material was slippery and tough; no matter how hard he tried, he could only leave fleeting white marks, like scratching skin.
The latex clothing not only didn't loosen but seemed to come alive, contracting inward, tightening his bulging muscles even more clearly, with every tremor of his muscle fibers exposed through this thin film. That pair of elite socks the same color as the latex clothing had completely merged with the material on his legs, tightly wrapping his sturdy calves and ankles, as if giving him a brand-new pair of limbs belonging to another species.
“Ah Hong! Are you okay!!” Ah Huang finally snapped out of his shock; he lunged forward, trying to help Ah Hong take off the clothes. But as soon as his hand touched that slippery surface, he was shaken off by Ah Hong. The salesman slowly turned around, with a sickly smile at the corner of his mouth, “Useless. Once you put it on, you can only become my puppet.”
“You... you monster!!” This sentence completely ignited Ah Huang's anger. He gave up the futile tearing and roared, turning around, his fist carrying wind, smashing straight toward the salesman's detestable face. However, just as the fist was about to hit the other's nose, a black shadow flashed in front—
Ah Hong's latex hand had somehow grabbed his wrist, with immense force.
Ah Hong's scream stopped; he slowly lifted his head, and all the pain and struggle on his face disappeared, replaced by a strange, vacant calmness. His voice became low and unfamiliar, with an eerie obedience.
“How do you talk to dad? My good brother?”
Ah Hong's body, wrapped in the pitch-black “Red Flame” latex clothing, seemed infused with some strange power. His eyes were vacant yet fervent, as if controlled by invisible strings, slowly turning toward Ah Huang.
“Thank you for father's brainwashing... I want to let you feel father's love♥”
“Ah Hong, you fucking wake up!” Ah Huang tried to retreat, but the cramped dormitory space left him nowhere to escape. His heartbeat accelerated, and the gale outside battered the windows, emitting harsh whistles, as if accompanying what was about to happen.
The salesman—perhaps it's more fitting to call him the evil master—took off his coat, revealing a black latex body. The latex suit clung to his skin, shiny with oil, slightly undulating with his breathing. He sat on the dormitory chair, crossing his legs, the only thing somewhat modest being the black elite socks on his latex feet, with his toes provocatively wiggling.
“Hehehehe... Come on, my 【Latex Dog Ah Hong】, show your loyalty.”
“As you command, my master. Brainwashing action begins.” Ah Hong didn't hesitate at all, like a dog that heard a command, pouncing on Ah Huang.
“Fuck!! Ugh ugh ugh...” Ah Huang tried to resist, swinging his fist at Ah Hong's chest, but it hit the latex clothing like striking tough rubber, to no avail. Ah Hong grabbed Ah Huang's shoulders and slammed him onto the bed. The bed creaked, and Ah Huang struggled to get up but was pinned down by Ah Hong's weight.
“Ah Hong! Fuck! You've gone mad!” Ah Huang roared, trying to break free with his soccer athlete's agility, but Ah Hong's strength seemed amplified several times by the latex clothing. His black latex hands firmly clasped Ah Huang's wrists, fixing him to the bed.
Ah Hong lowered his head, his gaze locked on Ah Huang's terrified face, “I'm not mad, Ah Huang... You were very obedient when you put on the brother socks yesterday, now... I hope you show your obedience to the master.” His body emitted the unique smell of latex mixed with sweat, pungent and strange.
Ah Hong grabbed his good brother Ah Huang's hands, pressing him down with his body weight, and on the other side, lifted his head to see the master's black-socked big feet, starting to get aroused, instinctively sticking out his tongue at the black elite socks, making wet sucking sounds, “Ugh aah... (slurp...) Master...”
“Good... good son, go brainwash your brother first~... Once the dick goes in, you can lick feet oh~♥” The salesman stroked Ah Hong's son's messy hair.
Ah Huang wanted to cry but had no tears, “You fucking... you're indeed gay...”
“Whether I'm gay or not doesn't matter anymore... Let's both become dad's sons~” The latex-fied Ah Hong pried open Ah Huang's teeth with his latex tongue, regardless of the resistance and struggle from the person beneath, while using his knee to forcibly spread Ah Huang's legs. The veins and contours of the black latex dick were clearly visible under the thin film, already a living rubber sculpture.
“Don't... Ah Hong, please...” Ah Huang's voice trembled, but Ah Hong turned a deaf ear. He suddenly pulled down Ah Huang's sports pants, revealing his legs in yellow elite socks. Those socks were thick and tight, wrapping his sturdy soccer athlete calves, with sweat making them slightly damp, glistening against the skin.
“Beg me for what?~” Ah Hong, leveraging Ah Huang's body, wildly rubbed his dick at the asshole, enjoying the pleasure of his newly acquired latex body, “Ah~~...” In the tight latex comfort, Ah Hong's loyalty to the master was infinitely amplified, pressing his latex skin tightly against Ah Huang's mortal flesh—as if this friction alone gave him an unprecedented ultimate experience, let alone inserting his latex big dick into the human tender hole.
“Please... don't... continue...” Ah Huang couldn't bring himself to say “don't fuck me,” as such words couldn't come from a straight man's mouth.
“Hehe... Begging me to continue? ... Feel the impact of my battle dick!!” Ah Hong's movements were rough and precise; he stopped rubbing at the asshole and thrust in without hesitation.
“Aaaaaaaaaah!!! Dick!!! It's in!!!" Ah Huang's scream tore through the air; Ah Hong thrust in mercilessly, the slippery texture of the latex making the invasion both smooth and tight, each thrust like tearing his body apart. Ah Huang's struggles gradually weakened, unable to resist this humiliation and pain.
“Fuck you, slut! Feel the power the master granted me!!!!!” Ah Hong roared, his movements becoming even more violent; each impact made the bed creak under the strain. His black latex dick thrust in and out of Ah Huang's body, hitting deep inside, making Ah Huang's body tremble involuntarily.
Their legs intertwined, the black and white elite socks rubbing against each other in the intense movements, making a rustling sound. Ah Hong's black socks were thick and elastic, wrapping his sturdy basketball calves, tangling with Ah Huang's white elite socks, like two forces silently competing. Ah Huang's soccer training accustomed him to running and confrontation, but now, he was like prey trapped in a net, with no power to fight back.
“Fuck... you basketball idiot... You're so fierce at dunking on the court, but now... fucking a man... Aren't you ashamed... Aaaaaah...” Ah Huang gritted his teeth, trying to wake Ah Hong with words, but his voice was interrupted by his own gasps, shame and pleasure intertwined, nearly breaking him.
“I'm fierce at dunking on the basketball court, and even fiercer fucking you in bed!” Ah Hong sneered, his tongue continuing to lick the master's black elite socks, making creepy wet sounds. “Dad... I'm already fucking my best brother, please let me lick your smelly feet more...”
The master's black latex boots shone under the lights; he looked down at Ah Hong, with a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth. “Good kid, continue. Fuck him stupid, and we'll implement 【Latex-fication】 on him too.”
“As you command, master...” Ah Hong's movements sped up, the latex dick thrusting in Ah Huang's body, making sticky impact sounds. Ah Huang's moans turned 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 sob, but couldn't hide his body's betrayal. And Ah Hong licked the master's elite socks more and more eagerly until he stuffed the master's five toes into his mouth, and his own dam could no longer hold...
“Under the master's gaze... Together with me... Latex-fy!!!! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!~~~~” Finally, Ah Hong let out a beast-like roar, his body shuddered, reaching climax. The hot semen spurted out, initially white, then turning gray, and finally pure black, thick like ink. That black liquid filled Ah Huang's asshole, overflowing and flowing down his thighs, even splattering on Ah Huang's lower abdomen, leaving twisted marks like lewd patterns.
“Fuck... What the hell is this...” Ah Huang's voice trembled as he tried to wipe the black semen on his abs, but the liquid seemed stuck to his skin, impossible to erase.
“This is the master's gift, slut.” Ah Hong panted heavily, collapsing on Ah Huang, his latex muscles still tense, sweat slowly sliding under the black film.
The master slowly stood up and clapped. “Well done, my son. Now, let your friend feel this gift too.” He took a white latex clothing from the bag and handed it to Ah Hong.
“I don't want... ugh...” Ah Huang suddenly realized his fate and struggled desperately, but the previous rape had already exhausted him, his legs trembling.
Ah Hong obediently nodded, got up, pulled the weakened Ah Huang up, and forcibly put the white latex clothing on him. That layer of latex stuck to his skin like a living thing, tightly wrapping his lean soccer athlete body from ankles to neck, every inch confined. Ah Huang felt a cold oppressive sensation, as if his body was being swallowed by this “second skin.” His dick was squeezed under the latex, painfully hard yet restrained from release.
*“Fuck... Let go of me...” Ah Huang growled, but his voice was weak; the tightness of the latex made him feel both powerless and strangely excited.
“The stronger the will, the slower the transformation.” The master approached, stroking Ah Huang's chest, the latex squeaking under his fingertips.
Ah Hong looked innocent, as if dissatisfied with this sentence. “Master, I transformed so quickly; does that mean my will is weak?” His voice carried discontent.
The master chuckled, reached out to hook Ah Hong's chin, and pulled him in for a deep, intense French kiss. Their latex tongues entangled, making slippery friction sounds, their latex-clad bodies colliding, emitting a strong rubber smell. “No, my baby, you're just better at accepting power.” The master whispered, his tone teasing.
After the kiss, the master patted Ah Hong's shoulder. “Go, bring your other roommates and let them feel this gift too.”
Ah Hong nodded, grabbed a long-sleeved jacket to put on, covering the black latex clothing. “I'll go right away, master.”
He put on his basketball boots and turned to leave the dormitory, disappearing into the corridor's gale.
The master turned around, his gaze falling on Ah Huang. Ah Huang collapsed on the ground, his body twisting in pain under the white latex clothing, letting out low groans from his throat.
“Don't worry, horny son, you'll soon love this feeling.” This evil salesman whispered, his tone carrying a sick tenderness as he pressed his foot down hard, forcing Ah Huang to let out a painful groan, “How about we do something even better... After all, once you're 【Latex-fied】, resisting will be hard~”
“Aah... Let go of me... You pervert...” Ah Huang struggled, but the latex's restraint made every movement feel like fighting himself. What was more terrifying was that Ah Huang felt—his throat was blocked by some mysterious liquid—
The smell of rubber and salty sweat intertwined, filling the entire dormitory.
“Very good, my sons. You all belong to me now.”