Rubber Slave 01 - Burning the Tip
by tannim
July 2, 2013

	Rubber slaves didn't really need names.  His parents hadn't given him one because of it.  They didn't want a son, just a doll to use as they wanted.  He'd had a few months of cuddling and kissing immediately after birth, but each night had seen him slid into a rubber skin.  After those few months, the affection grew less and time in the suit grew longer.

	At not quite two, he was in a full rubber bondage suit full time.  He didn't get to move, his arms and legs were bound folded a bit like butterfly wings on either side.  He didn't get to see, with a layer of rubber wrapped around his upper face.  He didn't get to hear, either, with no holes in the thick rubber around his ears.  Not even his mouth was available with another layer sealing it.  Only one part of him wasn't fully sealed, the part the toddler had once loved having touched.

	His penis and balls were fully exposed through the suit ready for whatever torture his mother wanted to give him.  She stroked it lightly with a finger, watching the flaccid thing for a while.  His foreskin still covered the rubber slave's tiny glans.  It was so cute seeing the cockle bur's bulge against his glans where it was still sealed in against it.

	"You look so sweet when you're in pain for me." The cat lifted the soft kitten dick and pulled his foreskin open to peer in.

	His tip had regained it's natural pinkness after a day of rest, but when she pulled his skin down fully the sharp spines of the cockle bur were stuck into the bottom of it.  There was some barely perceptible squirming from her rubber slave when she plucked it off, but he didn't make more than a muffled gurgle of discomfort through the thick gag.

	"My, you're recovered already.  Good." His mother drew out the pack of cigarettes she'd bought specifically for her son. "Then I get to hurt you again."

	He couldn't hear her, she didn't need him to.  She just enjoyed talking to him even as she let go to light the cigarette and took a few puffs to make it glow.  His foreskin slid back over his penis head when she let go.  It didn't get to stay there long.

	Her pain toy just stared up at nothing while she got it ready.  He tensed when she pulled it open again, then tried in vain to scream when the glowing cigarette end pressed right down on his cocktip.  Pain blossomed there as the very sensitive tissue burned.  It stayed for a full second before she pulled it back off again.

	His body fought against the rubber straps holding them in place hard enough to visibly wiggle in his bondage suit.  Hurting him that badly made her happy.  There was even a circle of ash to show where she'd burnt him.  She took another drag to make the cigarette glow red again, then quickly rubbed it in a short stripe up and down his glans next to the first circle.

	With the point of contact moving, she held it against him for five seconds instead of just the one from before.  A high pitched whine came from his throat after just three.  Her other hand pulled his foreskin back up while puffing her burning pain stick back to red, then darted to her bare groin to rub her clitoris as the cigarette had rubbed him.

	His mother pulled his foreskin open again and simply set the cigarette against the bottom of his glans and let go.  His skin sealed around it, trapping the cruel heat against that sensitive part, too.  She left it there for three seconds before pulling it out.  Some of the hot ash stayed behind, continuing the agonizing torture for him.

	The woman flicked her tail in delight and rubbed the butt of her pain stick against her clit.  Hurting him made her so hot and stiff down there.  She stopped before she could get too aroused and again peeled his foreskin down.  There was still plenty of penis to mark and this time, the marks weren't going to go away fully.

	She puffed again and pressed tapped it up and down to make pretty dots around his tortured tip.    Her rubber slave cried for it to stop in his head.  He screamed as best he could and kicked violently the millimeter his legs would move.  It didn't make the suffering stop.

	The burning ash brushed over the same burnt spots time after time, deepening the agony every time while he only suffered worse.  She hurt him badly enough to make his weighted tail shift slightly between her legs.  It made her so happy.  Knowing that she'd have to clean the ash off made her happier.  The stiff bristled tooth brush would be very effective for scrubbing such a sensitive area.
