National Service (rubber, breathplay)
This is fantasy - do not try at home.
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I sat cross-legged on my bed, watching the seconds count down to eight pm on my phone. I tried to reassure myself. The chance of being selected was very low. But it was not zero.
Every evening at eight, the state would randomly select a small number of people who had turned eighteen that day for "National Service". No one knew the full details of this family tax, as it was described in whispers. Just that the individuals selected were taken away and never seen again.
I willed time to stop, but seconds continued passing. Fifty seven, fifty eight, fifty nine.
Eight o'clock. My phone pinged. My stomach lurched and I felt sick.
The message was brief: "You have been selected for National Service. You will be collected tomorrow before eight am. Your family will be rewarded with a bonus to their social credit score in recognition for your service. Any attempt to avoid this service will result in punishment for you and your family."
Shaking, I left my room to tell my parents.
***
"ID," said the policeman, one of two standing at the door of our apartment. I held out my arm, and he scanned the wristband containing my government identity tag. "Follow me."
There was time for one last hug with my parents. We all had tears in our eyes, but we could not find the words to describe how we felt. The policeman coughed, and I turned and followed him and his colleague down the corridor.
Outside was an unmarked white van. They unlocked the back door and indicated I should enter. Inside were three others sitting on benches that ran down each side of the windowless van. They did not meet my eye, each lost in their thoughts.
The van moved off. I sensed the speed increase. We were now on the highway. I must have been the last collection of the day. I knew our destination. A government facility about ten miles outside of the city. It was surrounded by high walls. No one knew what happened inside - just that those selected for National Service were taken inside and never seen again.
***
The van door opened and I blinked in the sudden daylight.
"Get out," the policeman instructed.
In the few steps between the van and the building I held my face to the sun, savoring the moments of warmth before I entered to who knew what fate.
Inside was a plain white room. A row of plastic molded seats ran down one site, bolted to the floor.
"Sit." The policemen left us, locking the door on the way out.
A different door opened and a woman stepped into the room. She was smartly dressed in a cream blouse and dark grey slacks. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She wore a party lapel badge on her breast.
She read from a computer tablet and called out my name. "This way please." As I left I turned to the three others. One made eye contact, his face pale, and we exchanged a nod.
I followed her down twisting corridors until we entered another room. This was dominated by a floor to ceiling metal cylinder, maybe three feet across.
"Undress," she said, indicating an empty plastic box on the floor. I slowly stripped, placing my clothes in the box, until I was standing in just my underwear. "Everything," she said. I slipped these off, and stood self-conscious with my hands covering my crotch.
"ID," she said. I held my arm out, but to my surprise, rather than scanning my tag she cut the band and removed it from my wrist. This was the first time since I entered school that I had been without my identity tag. It was a serious crime to remove it.
She threw the tag on top of my clothes, then picked up the box and emptied it down a chute.
"My phone," I called out.
"You will no longer need it," she replied. She handed me a capsule and a glass of water. "This is a sedative. It will make the procedure easier, as some people can find it uncomfortable." I nodded, swallowed the tablet, and returned the glass to her.
She pressed some more buttons on her device and the front of the metal cylinder slid aside. "Step inside and follow my instructions."
The inside of the cylinder was polished metal, with a metal grill on the floor. I saw my reflected image shiver, from nerves rather than cold. I wanted to escape but there was no alternative now but to accept my fate, to learn what National Service really meant.
"We will start now. Just stand still." Her voice came from a speaker in the ceiling of the cylinder. To my amazement, I saw a black, thick liquid rising from the base of the cylinder, through the grill. It was warm on my feet. As the level reached my waist, I moved my hands through it. The liquid was viscous, but when I lifted my hand clear none stuck to it. The surface of the liquid was completely flat. There were no waves caused by my movement.
As it reached my chest, I began to feel fear again. Could I swim in this confined space to keep my head above the surface? What would happen if it kept rising?
I was just getting ready to kick upwards when the liquid stopped rising. The level was just below my chin. I whispered a silent prayer of thanks.
I felt something wrap itself gently around my wrists, my ankles and my waist. These things, invisible in the black liquid, lifted me an inch off the floor. Then I felt something brushing across my body. It worked its way across my feet, legs, chest, back, arms and hands. It was a pleasant sensation.
Then I felt this thing press between my arse cheeks. It rested at my arsehole for a moment, then pushed inside me. I resisted it and struggled, but the restraints holding my wrists, ankles and waist gripped me harder to hold me in place.
I gasped as it slid inside. It moved ever deeper, pushing further into me than I believed possible. I looked to the ceiling in desperation. I could see the dispassionate eye of a camera looking down, no doubt transmitting this image to the woman's computer.
Then I felt several things manipulating my cock and balls. One device moved and held them, while another wiped across their surface. Then the first thing tightened around my cock and eased my foreskin back. I squirmed again as the second item gently brushed my exposed cockhead. My cock become stiff with the attention. Then, to my shock, I felt something slide down my pisshole. This time I tried to remain still, not wanting to hurt myself struggling. Finally, something pressed up at my genitals, pushing my balls to my body and my cock to my belly.
The woman's voice sounded from the speaker above me again. "For this next part, it is important you follow my instructions. Do you understand?" I nodded. "I want you to take a deep breath and hold it."
The black liquid started rising again. As it reached my chin I breathed in as deeply as I could and closed my eyes as my head was submerged. Again the sensation of something rubbing across my head. The liquid pushed into my ears.
"Now I want you to open your mouth." Her voice came from inside my ears, as if I were wearing headphones. I did not comply. "Open you mouth," she repeated.
Feeling the pressure in my lungs, I felt I had no alternative. The warm liquid flooded my mouth. "Now swallow." I tried to kick upwards, but my bindings held me in place. Desperate for a breath, I swallowed, hoping that by following instructions the liquid level would be lowered.
As I swallowed, I felt something prehensile slide down my gullet. I tried closing my mouth and throat to no effect as it slid down my neck.
Now my body was crying out for oxygen as I floated in that warm black liquid, restrained, penetrated via my arsehole, pisshole and throat.
"Now exhale and breathe in the liquid," she said in my ears. My heart pounding, my lungs aching, I felt lightheaded from lack of air. But I refused. Anything but this, I shook my head weakly.
Finally, I could resist no longer. In a panic, I exhaled then inhaled the liquid. My body instinctively panted, as the last air left my lungs to be replaced by this strange substance. And yet, as I breathed this liquid, I felt myself recover.
"Now take a small breath, and hold it while I count to one hundred." I did as instructed, just relieved to have fresh oxygen back in my body. As she counted slowly I did not feel the airlessness return.
"Ninety nine, one hundred. Now you no longer need to breath. This will supply the necessary oxygen to your lungs." I tried to take a breath, and could not move my lungs. The material in my nose and throat had turned solid. "Relax. Breathing is just a habit that you will learn to break".
"For the last step, open your eyes." I had no more willpower to resist, and opened my eyes to the darkness of the liquid. I felt something pressed to each eye socket.
"The procedure is now complete." As the level of the black substance lowered, my head emerged into light. I looked at my reflection in the polished metal covering the inside of the cylinder. My head was covered in a shiny black rubber-like covering. My only facial features remaining were two reflective eye coverings. As my chest was exposed, my wrists and ankles were released. I held my hand to my face, marveling at the skintight covering. I ran my fingers across my chest. To my surprise, my fingertips felt the smooth surface as if my hands were not encased in these black coverings.
I looked at my crotch. There was a smooth bulge covering my cock and balls, and I could not resist rubbing my hand over this gentle swelling, seeking without success to feel the precise definition of my genitals underneath. I twisted to look at the reflection of my arse. The black material clung to my arse cheeks, highlighting my natural curves.
As the liquid finally drained completely through the grill underneath me, the cylinder slid open, and I stepped out.
"You will now be known by your serial number, 1729A888. This is visible in the top left of your vision." I glanced in that direction to see the small characters on the inside of the eye coverings. "As you have learnt already, this suit will transfer oxygen to your lungs. You can get your other nourishment through a stim pack." She handed me black patch, maybe six inches by three, and about half an inch thick. "Apply this to your upper arm. You suit will transfer the nutrients into your body via the gastrointestinal conduit." I guessed she meant the rubbery tube that ran down my throat through to my arse.
"For your National Service, you must obey all orders from party members. Do you understand?" I tried to say something, but could not with my mouth, throat and lungs filled with a solid substance. "Nod your head to indicate compliance with an instruction." In a small act of rebellion, I did not do this.
"Non-compliance will be met with punishment," she said and pressed a button on her tablet. At first nothing happened, then I felt the lightheadedness returning. I clawed without purchase at the rubber-like covering over my face, straining my lungs, trying to get a breath.
"Do you understand?" she repeated. I nodded vigorously, and she touched her device. Quickly I felt relief as oxygen flowed into my body again.
"You will be assigned activities for one sixteen hour shift, followed by an eight hour rest cycle during which the suit will induce sleep. Successful completion of daily tasks will be rewarded with one pleasure cycle." Another button press.
I then felt a strobing sensation along my cock. This grew stronger, then was followed by a tingling across my exposed cock head. Then I felt waves move across my body, as something inside the suit stimulated my skin. Then these sensations combined and the rubber plugs into my arse, pisshole, and mouth started vibrating.
I tried fruitlessly to moan in pleasure. I rubbed my crotch bulge, trying to add to the sensation. But then I felt breathlessness again, as the suit restricted the flow of oxygen. I turned to the woman and reached out an arm pleading for relief.
"Even during a pleasure cycle, it is important to remind you of your responsibilities," she said coldly.
I fell to my knees, my body shaking in pleasure, as my heart raced and I felt lightheaded again. Finally, my body erupted in the strongest orgasm I had ever felt and I rolled limp to the ground.
Slowly, I returned to normal and I climbed to my feet. Could I cope with such a strong sexual experience every day? But how could I live not experiencing that feeling again?
She led me over to a metal container lying on the ground. It was coffin-sized, but with a hexagonal cross-section. She opened it up, revealing a person-shaped indentation in a gel-like interior.
"1729A888, you will be stored here until your National Service assignment has been allocated. Do you understand?" I nodded, and climbed into the container. The gel adjusted to my body. "You will be placed in a sleep cycle until you assignment begins."
She closed the lid, sealing me in darkness. The gel held me in place, I could not move. I felt increasingly drowsy. My last thought before I descended into unconsciousness was wondering what work I would be allocated for my National Service.