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Does it really feel like heaven?
I guess someone is missing... you!
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Lucas, Daniel, and Marco signed their names with grins weeks ago, believing they were just entering the Arousal Centers for a thrill. The promise was simple: endless waves of pleasure, machines designed to milk their cocks until they couldn’t breathe from the intensity. They didn’t realize that the machines were more than just toys — they were tools of transformation.
Now, side by side, their bodies encased in jet-black latex, they sit moaning in perfect unison. Their chests rise and fall, rubber stretching across every bulge of muscle. Their gloved hands twitch as the machines work relentlessly on their cocks, sending shockwaves of bliss that leave their mouths open, eyes rolling back. Each wave stronger than the last. Each climax pulling them deeper into submission.
But here is the secret: the rubber isn’t just clothing anymore. Every time the machine makes them cum, the latex fuses tighter, weaving itself into their skin, becoming part of them. It doesn’t peel away after a session. It sinks in. Each visit, they’re kept a little longer, stretched a little further, until hours blur into days, days blur into weeks. The arousal is too much to resist. The lust too powerful to fight.
Lucas shudders, Daniel moans, Marco grips his thighs as another climax rips through them — and with it, another layer of themselves dissolves into rubber. They’re losing the difference between man and suit. They’re becoming permanent. The program doesn’t need to force them to stay; the pleasure makes them beg for it.
Soon, they won’t leave the Center at all. Soon, the men they were will be gone, replaced by rubber gimps — drones of lust and obedience, sealed forever in their second skins.
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Would you let yourself be strapped in, knowing that one day you wouldn’t leave the chair at all?
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