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Wonder where that hand has been 😏

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This Easter Bunny wants to hide his eggs somewhere you will never find them...

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Spencer was my favorite

Spencer Reed & Jessie Colter The Most Violent Orgasm, 2011 - KinkMen

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"You might know me. We might be even friends. But once the leather is on and the cigar is lit, you will know me only as Sir. Understood?

Now on your knees, faggot."

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The month is ending. Hope you've enjoyed this foray into love gagging and gom photos, but trust me when I say the big booted action will be returning tomorrow.

Winter sucks, by the way. But it is the perfect weather for gloves. And I rule my subs with all the gloves I own. Glovegagging, spankings, face slaps and punches, a hand around the throat and squeezing... it's all because of a handsome pair of leather, rubber, or PVC gloves.

What can I say? Gloves are my first love. But not the last.

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🖤🖤🖤

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Leather , Boots and HOT Guys..What More Could I Want ?? MORE !!!

Hypno, poppers, rubber, intense restraints.

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Sometimes you just need to pull on the big gloves and show 'em who's boss.

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Oh for this to happen with Sir one day!

When I first admit my slaves to my playroom, they are stripped naked and inspected while I collar them and wear gloves and whisper coldly in their ear that they belong to me.

So, kinda like this, but, you know, I'd actually be there.

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The lab is silent except for the hum of equipment and the faint squeak of latex, but inside *Christer’s* head, it’s chaos. His sleek green latex suit clings to him like a second skin, emphasizing every inch of his athletic frame. The glossy material reflects the sterile lights, making him look every bit the part of a futuristic professional—but his focus is nowhere near the task at hand.

How could it be? Around him, his colleagues glide through the lab, their equally glossy latex suits showcasing their sculpted physiques. The suits are mandatory, and while they’re supposed to symbolize unity and discipline, Christer can’t help but see them as something far more... *distracting*. His gloved finger slides across his lips, a subtle attempt to ground himself, but the heat radiating through the room is almost unbearable.

Every glance he steals at the others sends a jolt through him—the way the latex stretches over broad shoulders, clings to powerful thighs, and gleams with every movement. It’s a symphony of temptation, and Christer is barely holding it together. His breathing quickens as his thoughts spiral, imagining what it’d be like to peel the suits away or feel their slick embrace against another’s body.

The lab’s rules demand focus and professionalism, but how can anyone concentrate in an environment like this? The scent of latex lingers in the air, the creak of the material like a siren’s call. Christer’s hand hovers near his lips again, a futile gesture to distract himself, but the desire pooling in his chest is impossible to ignore.

Would you keep your cool in this latex-filled lab, or would you find yourself just as distracted and overwhelmed as Christer? One thing’s for sure—these suits were designed for more than just functionality.

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