The dungeon smelled of rubber and leather, thick enough to coat the tongue. Derek stood naked under the single bulb while Master Kane circled him, boots striking the concrete like deliberate accusations. No words yet, only the slow appraisal of a body that would soon cease to belong to its owner.
Kane opened the heavy chest and withdrew the first garment: a full-body catsuit in matte black latex, already powdered inside. He held it open. Derek stepped in without being told. The material swallowed his legs, then his hips, then his cock, which was forced downward into a tight sheath that left no room for swelling. Kane worked upward, smoothing the suit over ribs and shoulders, then sealing the back zipper with a tug that locked the latex against skin like a second, unyielding hide. The fit was merciless. Every breath pressed the chest panel inward; every heartbeat thudded against the rubber.
Next came the gloves, fused at the wrists so the hands became blunt paddles. Then the boots, thigh-high, with internal wedges that forced the arches into painful points. Derek’s balance shifted; he had to stand straighter, chest out, as if offering himself. Kane fastened the collar last, a thick band that locked at the nape and forced the chin up. Only then did he speak.
“You will not speak unless ordered. You will not come unless permitted. Nod if you understand.”
Derek nodded. The latex creaked with the motion.
Kane produced the harness next: wide straps of the same black latex, reinforced with steel rings. He buckled them around Derek’s chest, crossing over the already compressed pectorals, then cinched them behind the back until the ribs protested. Another set circled the waist, then the thighs, each buckle ratcheted one hole tighter than comfort allowed. The final strap ran between the legs, splitting the ass cheeks and pressing the cock sheath even flatter. Derek’s breathing had already grown shallow.
The master attached the first restraint: a short chain from the chest harness to a ceiling ring. It pulled Derek onto his toes. Another chain linked the thigh straps to floor anchors, spreading his legs until the tendons burned. He hung suspended between four points, latex squeaking with every tiny shift. Kane walked around him once more, testing each buckle with a sharp tug that sent vibrations through the suit.
A hood followed. Thick latex, no eyeholes, only a small breathing tube at the mouth and a zipper at the crown. Kane pulled it down, smoothed it over Derek’s face, and sealed it. Sound muffled at once. Sight vanished. The world narrowed to the tight press of rubber against every inch of skin and the distant creak of Kane’s own movements. A gag was threaded through the breathing tube, a fat rubber bulb that filled the mouth and locked behind the teeth. Derek’s tongue pressed uselessly against it.
Kane’s gloved hand slid between the spread thighs, found the cock sheath, and squeezed. The pressure was immediate and cruel; Derek’s body tried to harden inside the unyielding tube and failed. A low sound escaped around the gag. Kane answered with a sharp slap to the trapped shaft.
“You exist to be used. Nothing more.”
The words vibrated through the latex hood. Derek felt them in his bones. Kane attached a weighted clip to the chest harness ring and let it hang, stretching the already tight straps another fraction. Then he walked away. The silence stretched, broken only by Derek’s own labored breathing through the tube. Sweat gathered inside the suit, trapped, turning every movement into a slippery, humiliating slide of skin against rubber.
When Kane returned, he brought more restraint. Wrist cuffs locked to the thigh straps, forcing Derek’s arms down and back in a painful arch. A spreader bar replaced the ankle chains, wider than before. The master’s hands roamed without mercy, checking every strap, every seal, every point where latex met skin. He found the small valve at the base of the cock sheath and opened it just enough to let a thin line of pre-cum escape, then closed it again.
The session deepened. Kane attached electrodes to the suit’s conductive pads at nipples and perineum, then set a low, pulsing current that made the latex quiver against Derek’s flesh. Each pulse forced involuntary twitches against the straps. Derek’s mind narrowed to the rhythm: current, restraint, the master’s occasional approving grunt. Time dissolved. The only measure was the growing ache in his shoulders, the pressure in his trapped cock, the heat building inside the sealed suit.
Kane removed the gag long enough to replace it with his own gloved fingers, pushing deep, testing the throat’s obedience. Derek swallowed around the intrusion, latex squeaking at every convulsion. When the fingers withdrew, they were replaced by the blunt head of Kane’s cock, sheathed in its own thin latex. Derek took it without resistance, the hood’s breathing tube now secondary to the thick intrusion filling his mouth. Kane fucked the hood’s opening in short, controlled thrusts, one hand gripping the harness at the back of Derek’s neck, the other reaching down to twist the electrode dial higher.
The current and the cock moved in counterpoint. Derek’s body shook inside its rubber prison, every muscle locked by straps and chains. He could not see, could barely hear, could only feel the relentless ownership of his own flesh. When Kane finally allowed release, it was not gentle. The master opened the sheath valve, stroked once, and commanded. Derek came in helpless pulses that the latex caught and held, warm and trapped against his skin. Kane followed moments later, flooding the hood’s interior with his own heat before sealing everything again.
Afterward, the restraints stayed. Kane left Derek suspended, hooded, dripping inside the suit, while he prepared aftercare tools in deliberate silence. The message was clear: the power exchange did not end with orgasm. It only paused. Derek hung in the dark, latex creaking with each slowing breath, and understood that he would return to this room again and again, each time surrendering a little more of the man who had once walked in freely. The rubber had already claimed what the straps now held.
