Jake pushed open the heavy steel door and stepped into the dim basement playroom. The air smelled thick with latex and sweat. Mark stood waiting, already zipped into a full black rubber catsuit that clung to every muscle like a second skin. His cock strained hard against the glossy front, a thick outline begging to be touched.
"Strip," Mark ordered, voice low and rough. Jake peeled off his clothes fast, his own dick already half-hard from anticipation. Mark grabbed a heavy rubber suit from the rack and tossed it at him. "Get in. Now."
Jake worked his feet into the tight legs, the cool rubber sliding up his calves then thighs. It gripped like a vice once Mark helped zip it shut from behind. The material squeezed his balls and forced his cock straight up against his stomach. Mark added thick rubber mitts that locked his hands into useless paws, then buckled heavy leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles. Chains rattled as he clipped them to floor rings, spreading Jake wide.
"Can't move much now, can you?" Mark said, running a gloved hand over Jake's rubber-covered chest. The squeak of latex on latex filled the room. He pulled a full rubber hood over Jake's head, leaving only nose and mouth holes. The world went dark and tight. Jake's breathing echoed inside the hood, hot and fast.
Mark pressed a thick rubber gag between his lips and strapped it tight. Drool already started leaking down the chin of the hood. Then came the real bondage: thick rubber straps wrapped around Jake's thighs, waist, and chest, each one cinched until the suit creaked. His arms were pulled behind his back and locked to a waist belt. Legs spread, cock throbbing untouched inside the rubber prison.
Mark stepped close, his own rubber suit pressing against Jake's. He grabbed Jake's hooded head and rubbed their faces together, the slick sound obscene.
"Look at that rubber cock leaking already," he growled, reaching down to squeeze the trapped shaft through the suit. Jake moaned around the gag, hips jerking uselessly.
Mark dropped to his knees and mouthed at the bulge, tongue working over the glossy rubber. The heat and pressure made Jake's balls ache. Then Mark stood, unzipped his own suit just enough to free his thick cock, and pressed it against Jake's hooded mouth. "Suck it through the hole, rubber boy."
Jake opened wide. Mark shoved in deep, fucking his throat in steady thrusts while the chains held Jake helpless. Spit and pre-cum mixed on the rubber. Mark pulled out after a few minutes, breathing hard. He moved behind Jake, spread the rubber-covered ass cheeks, and worked two gloved fingers into the hidden hole. The suit had a convenient access flap Mark had already opened. Jake grunted as the fingers stretched him, then three, scissoring rough and deep.
"Ready to get fucked in that rubber?" Mark asked. He didn't wait for an answer. He lined up his cock and pushed inside in one long thrust. The rubber suit creaked and pulled tight with every movement. Mark gripped Jake's rubber-bound hips and pounded hard, the slap of latex on latex loud and filthy. Jake's trapped cock rubbed against the inside of his suit with each thrust, building pressure but no release.
Mark reached around and pinched Jake's nipples through the rubber, twisting until Jake whined. He fucked faster, balls slapping against the spread rubber thighs. When he came, he buried deep and flooded Jake's hole, holding still while he pulsed. Jake stayed locked in place, aching and denied.
Mark pulled out slowly, then added a thick rubber plug to keep the load inside. He zipped the flap shut again and left Jake standing there, chained and rubbered, cock still hard and dripping inside the suit. Hours later, after edging him twice more with a vibrator pressed to the outside of the rubber, Mark finally unzipped Jake's suit at the crotch and stroked him to a messy, shuddering orgasm that painted the inside of the latex.
They stayed pressed together afterward, rubber suits slick with sweat and cum, breathing slow and deep. Jake knew he'd be back for more.
