Talyn stepped through the airlock. He was already intimately familiar with Miss 'S' and her security, as they were with them. He focused on one in particular, never breaking eye contact as he submitted for a scan. He heard a sigh of relief when he finally passed through the checkpoint and into the next room. Supposedly, he would meet with S, negotiate the release of a high-profile package, and return back to Phantom before the weekend.

The bulkhead closed, letting the empty room echo. It was not the cargo elevator, as he was led to expect; instead, a single item - a glass tube - dominated the room.

The negotiator shrugged. Odd, but not entirely unreasonable; he expected to be scanned on the way in, and combining a full-body scan with the elevator made a certain sort of sense.

"Please disrobe and step in the tube." That was the voice of Mistress S. Talyn licked his lips.

"And spoil the surprise?" He intoned. He could swear he heard a chuckle, though it might have simply been the room.

He threw his jumpsuit to the ground, removed his piercings, and begrudgingly dropped the last of his equipment into the designated receptacle. He stretched his back, took a deep breath, and stepped into the tube. It wasn't terribly large; perhaps two meters across, probably less. It was a bit of a snug fit - he couldn't stretch his arms terribly far. "Now really, Miss S, I won't have any chips to use at the negotiation table!"

The glass cylinder rotated, closing shut. He felt the plastic platform begin to descend deeper into Miss S's lair. The elevator passed some basic scanning units before reaching terminus in a dark room. Talyn knocked on transparent glass  a few times and cocked his head to the side.

"Talyn, place your arms in your preferred position." Mistress S sidled through the dark and leaned against his tube. 

He smiled and shrugged - all in a day's work for MirageCorp. He crossed his arms, tucking his balled fists into the pit of his elbows. "Better, ma'am? Do you have a uniform in mind for the negotiator? I'm ready to do anything necessary to make you comfortable!" He grinned; his smile was knowing and genuine.

Mistress S. said nothing, but she too exhibited a toothy grin as a trio of tubes burst from panels in the 'floor' and 'ceiling' of the tube. The top was a wide mask; Talyn chuckled slightly as it extended towards his face. It reminded him of an emergency rebreather on a passenger airline - though this one was of course made of black plastic. Unlike an emergency mask, it also featured a thick phallic plug which nudged its way between teeth. He felt his lips encircle it as the mask adhered to his face; plugs entered his nose and straps extended around the back of his neck.

The other two were unmistakable in purpose; black cables snaked up between his legs. He squinted his eyes shut as he felt his rear violated by a lubricated plug. It was uncomfortable and filling, but the narrow neck allowed his muscles to ease as it entered. It was thoroughly stimulating; he shifted left and right. His legs shivered slightly as his member grew erect from the arousing presence of the plumbing.

The second did not attach to him, but instead revealed a tiny nozzle. The acerbic scent of chemicals and latex reached his nostrils; when he looked down, he noticed that it had thoroughly painted his manhood with a thin layer, naturally off-white rubber. He knew he was blushing as it dried and cooled; he knew that Mistress S. was ogling his now-shiny parts.

He wasn't able to speak about the newfound sensations - though he did have some strong opinions about his treatment thus far - though he was eager to listen anything Mistress S had to say. A pair of micro-earbuds were placed inside his two open ears, which had the double effect of deadening the sounds of his prison and - presumably - linking him to his erstwhile captor's voice. She didn't seem terribly chatty  - but judging by the way she licked her lips, she did have some similarly strong thoughts about his treatment.

Something sticky pooled around his feet, then his ankles, and then his calves. He looked down to see a thick, glossy, tar-like layer of rubber quickly rising. He grinned beneath the mask, stood up straight, and shut his eyes. It was an indescribable sensation; comparing it to submersion in water wasn't quite accurate. No bubbles or pockets of air survived. Even when the rubbery soup drained into the floor, he found himself thoroughly enclosed - and completely encased in a thin layer of glorious, inescapable, body-hugging rubber.

Talyn did his best to grunt approval, but he couldn't much hear himself. At least she had some choice words for the agent.

"By the way, I just wanted to note - you're not the negotiator. You're what we're negotiating for. And I intend to keep you for a very long time."

A microsecond of intense heat sealed the first layer. He could hear her maniacal laughter as the second, third, and fourth layers of rubber quickly engulfed him.

He knew his facial features were being distorted; stolen and hidden deep beneath a shiny, glossy skin. His ears, or maybe the outline of his skull or jaw - perhaps minor indentations where his eyes lay - but he already knew he was quite anonymous. The only thing to give him away, of course, was his manhood! The spray seemed to resist the increasing layers of rubber, and every new enclosure dripped right off.

With the fourth layer complete and 'baked,' Talyn had disappeared. A barcode along his thigh identified him as one of Mistress S's most prized possessions, and the gigantic white tattoo on the rubber 'hood' quite clearly labeled him as 'TOY'.

He was completely unable to reject his captor's advance - not that he wanted to. Her fingers across his shaft rose his body towards climax. Something dripped into his throat, filling his mind with a slight haze and his body with a powerful urge to orgasm.

Talyn's fate was sealed as a final tube was maneuvered around his groin. It sheathed around Talyn's manhood with ease, then quickly began to tighten. He felt the application of bands around his erect cock, tightly gripping him. There was an audible 'snap' sound as the last band sealed shut around the neck of his manhood, and he moaned - bucking his hips as best he could - to his captor's soft touch. A harness gently cradled his most delicate spot, making certain to keep him erect - and producing.

Mistress S. purred with delight as the bands massaged her newest producer to his first, well-deserve orgasm. She'd call his handler eventually, but it would be hard to let a specimen like this go. Talyn moaned again in his rubber skin, blissfully unaware that soon enough, he'd be in good company among Mistress S's toys.