2.4mm of Rubber Heaven

Lady Silver helps me stuff a slim electrode up Cymbelin’s ass. We zip him into his Studio Gum rest sack, 2.4 millimeters of rubber so heavy it feels like armor. Two rubber hoods already swallow his head, the motorized valve waiting between them. Wires crawl over his cock too, one of them vanishing inside his piss-hole. When the motor kicks in, air hisses out of the hoods; the same switch feeds current to his ass and cock. He can breathe or he can feel. Every twitch of his body in that glossy black cocoon tells us which choice is winning. I laugh, low and sharp, loving how the thick rubber traps every flinch and groan. No mercy, just the slow squeeze of his own desire.