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Basic info
Date session: 07-08-2026
Location: at my appartment
Style: solo
Session summary
I’m into rubber and the skinhead look. Don’t ask me why the skinhead thing does it for me so hard — I just know it does. Most of the time I dress in the black latex skinhead bundle from Regulation (polo with yellow stripes and the matching pants). It’s become my default. Tight, shiny, and it makes me feel like a proper object. I keep a fucking machine on my bed. Three different dildos, plenty of thick lube, poppers, and a gas mask I can screw a restrictor onto so I’m only left with a tiny hole to breathe through.
Gear used
- Black latex polo with yellow stripes + matching black latex pants with yellow side stripe (Regulation skinhead bundle)
- Yellow knee/football socks
- Solovair 20-eye boots
- Black elbow-length latex gloves (Simon-O)
- Black latex hood with small eye openings (Simon-O)
- Fucking machine + 1 dildo
- Lube
- Poppers
The session
Last night I had quite a few drinks and decided to properly use myself. I stripped, lubed up, and forced myself into the full Regulation skinhead bundle. Polo and pants stretched tight over my body, yellow socks pulled up and folded once over the Solovair boots, Simon-O gloves snapped on, black hood pulled down until the small eye holes were the only thing left. Then the gas mask over it, restrictor screwed in. Instantly my breathing turned into short, wet gasps through that tiny hole.
I walked around the room for a bit like that - boots heavy, latex creaking, cock already hard and trapped against the shiny black rubber. The yellow stripes and socks looked filthy against the rest. I felt like a dressed-up toy waiting to be put to work.
When I couldn’t wait anymore I climbed onto the bed, shoved one of the thicker dildos up my ass, locked the machine in place, and lay back. Boots planted wide, yellow socks and the stripe on the pants fully on display. Started it on a slow, deep stroke. The dildo dragged in and out while I was completely sealed in rubber, only able to take shallow breaths through the restrictor. Every thrust pushed the air out of me in a short grunt.
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 sound of the motor, the wet slap of the dildo, the creak of the latex and the soft thud of the boots against the mattress all mixed together. My vision was reduced to two small holes, my breathing was fucked, and the rubber was already slick with sweat.
I kept it going in waves. Hard and deep until I was 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, yellow socks, shiny black latex 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. Just the constant fucking, the restricted breathing and the poppers pushing me over. Thick ropes shot up my latex-covered stomach while the dildo kept moving inside me. I left it running for another couple of minutes afterwards, still twitching, still taking it, before I finally switched it off.
Peeled the gas mask and hood off first. Face wet, eyes watering a bit. Then the gloves, then the rest of the rubber. 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 the gear, powdered it, put it away. The room still smelled of rubber, sweat and poppers when I fell into bed.
Filthy, straightforward and exactly what I needed. Next time the new long black gloves and the latex hoodie get added to the mix.