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In a dimly lit room, a latex-clad slave, his body a canvas of sweat and rubber, finds escape in his own touch. The gas mask, a constant reminder of his submission, fogs up as his breathing quickens. His gloved hands trace the contours of his body, pausing at the zipper, where his engorged cock strains for freedom. He strokes, the latex squeaking with each pass. His body tenses, arching as he reaches the peak of his pleasure, his cries muffled by the mask as he comes undone.