After he zips me in, the vacuum starts with a low hum, the sound almost soothing. But as the air is sucked out, the latex presses against every contour of my body.
It’s tight, almost uncomfortably so, but there’s a sense of safety in it too. Like I’m being held, supported. Like I’m fucking encapsulated.
My body is immobile, and I can only look up, my eyes reflecting back at me from . . . “Your fucking ceiling is mirrored.”
“Yes.”
He checks the seals, ensuring I’m secure, his movements gentle but taunting, emphasizing how reliant I am on him now. He runs his hands over the latex, tracing the lines of my body, and I feel every touch, every caress, amplified by the pressure. “You look beautiful like this, Jasper. Helpless. Vulnerable. Mine.”
After taking his phone out of his pocket, he taps the screen. The vibrations from the butt plug increase, stimulating my prostate more.
“Fuck, fuck. Adrian!”
He chuckles as he trails his fingers over my chest, my stomach, my thighs. Every touch is magnified, every sensation intensified. His fingers move to my nipples, teasing them, pinching them, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through me.
I’m panting, moaning, every vulgar sound coming out of me depraved.
The vacuum turns on again, sucking even more of the air out just as the vibrations from the plug intensify.
“You’re so hard already, so desperate.” He grabs my aching length, stroking it. “You’re not in control here. You never were. You think you’re this dominant force, this unyielding power. But you’re not. You’re just a man, desperate for someone to see through your bullshit. Desperate for someone to take control.”
I want to deny it, want to fight it, but fuck, I can’t. Not when he’s stroking me like this. “More, more. Fuck, I’m close. So fucking close.”
“Beg me.”
“Adrian, please. My dick aches. Make it come. Make me come. Please. Please. I need it. I need it.”
His hand moves faster, rougher against my hard length. “Come now.”
And I do. My cock pulses in his hand.
But he doesn’t stop. He keeps stroking me, keeps pushing me. “You’re not done. You’re going to come until you can’t take anymore. Until you’re nothing but a trembling, begging mess. Because I say so. Because I own you.”
An intense, overwhelming pressure builds again, along with the need to fucking explode. And then a second orgasm hits moments later, even more intense than the first. My vision blurs, and I’m fucking screaming as he strokes every last drop of cum from my cock.
“It’s too much. I can’t . . .” My eyes close as the pleasure becomes unbearable, bordering on pain.
“You can, and you will.”
Suddenly, I feel something else. Hands. Lots of them. Touching me, caressing me. At first, it’s gentle, almost soothing. But then it changes. It starts to burn, in a cold way. Like ice tendrils, snaking over my skin, digging into my flesh.
“What the fuck is happening? What are you doing?” I can’t move my neck to see what he’s using, but when I look in the mirrors there’s nothing there.
Maybe it’s something embedded in the latex.
He releases me, and I sigh, thankful for the reprieve. But a second later he’s standing over me, naked, his cock hard and ready. He climbs onto the bed in a reverse position, his knees on either side of my head. He leans over, his cock hard and throbbing as he presses the tip against my lips. “Suck me, Jasper. Show me how grateful you are.”
I open my mouth, taking him in. His cock is hot and hard, and fuck, I want it. I want him. I start to suck, my tongue swirling around his shaft, my lips tightening around him. He tastes salty and sweet.
Adrian groans, his hips thrusting, fucking my mouth. “That’s it, Jasper. Just like that. You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?”
I gag and choke, tears streaming from my eyes as he pushes deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every movement.
“Take it all. Take every inch of me.”
He leans over farther and his mouth captures my cock, sucking and licking and drawing out a low, desperate moan from deep within my chest. He continues to fuck my throat, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chases his own release.
It’s all too much. Too intense. Too fucking good.
