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Started the evening with a few beers. Headspace was warm and horny. I pulled on the full Regulation skinhead kit – the tight black latex polo and pants with the yellow stripes, then the rubber socks and the heavy Solovair boots. The latex was already starting to stick to my skin from the heat.

Gloves went on next, then the open-face black latex hood. I smoothed it out carefully so there were no wrinkles around the face opening. After that I fitted the gas mask over it and screwed the restrictor on. Instantly my breathing turned into short, wet pulls through that tiny hole. The combination of the hood and the sealed gas mask made everything feel heavier and more closed-off. Vision limited, air limited, body completely covered in shiny black rubber with those yellow accents still showing.

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I walked around the room for a while like that — boots heavy on the floor, latex creaking, cock already hard and trapped against the tight pants. The way the rubber pulled when I moved, the restricted breathing, the weight of the boots… it all felt filthy and perfect.

When I couldn’t wait any longer I climbed onto the bed, pushed the thick dildo up my ass, locked the machine in place and lay back. Boots planted wide, yellow stripes and rubber socks on full display. Started the machine on a slow, deep stroke. Every thrust pushed the air out of me in short grunts through the tiny hole in the gas mask. The latex was already slick with sweat.

After a few minutes I grabbed the poppers, took a long hit, and cranked the speed up. The machine started properly fucking me — hard, steady, relentless. The wet sound of the dildo, the motor, the creak of the latex and the soft thud of the boots against the mattress all mixed together. My vision was reduced to the small eye holes of the gas mask, my breathing was fucked, and the rubber was glued to my body with sweat.

I kept it going in waves. Hard and deep until my legs were shaking, then slowed it down to a long grinding stroke that made me feel every centimetre, then slammed it back up again. At some point I stopped thinking. I was just a pair of boots, shiny black latex, yellow stripes and an open hole getting used by a machine. Gloves resting on my stomach, chest rising in short desperate pulls of air, ass taking every thrust without complaint.

I came hard with the machine still pounding me. No hands. Thick ropes shot up the front of the latex polo while the dildo kept moving inside me. I left it running for another couple of minutes afterwards, still twitching and still taking it, before I finally switched it off.

Peeled the gas mask and hood off first. Face wet, eyes watering a bit, the smell of rubber and poppers strong. Then the gloves, then the rest of the gear. Everything was hot, sweaty and shiny. I stood under the shower still half-dressed for a while, letting the water run over the latex before I finally stripped it all off.

Cleaned and powdered the gear, put it away. The room still smelled of rubber, sweat and poppers when I fell into bed.

Filthy, heavy and exactly what I needed.