In full military regalia, including heavy rubber boots and gloves, a lone boy indulges in his fetish, the crinkling and squeaking of rubber his only companion. He's masked, anonymous, lost in his own world. The rubber gloves, tight and form-fitting, leave nothing to the imagination as he strokes his cock, the gasmask amplifying his ragged breaths. His boots, shiny and black, click against the floor as he shifts, the rubber gloves glistening with his precum. He's a broken bitch in rubber, and he loves every minute of it.