In the dimly lit dungeon, the rubberboy is presented, his body encased in a second skin of latex, his arms bound behind his back. His master, a vision in black latex, circles him, running gloved hands over the rubber, feeling the heat and tension beneath. The rubberboy's breath fogs up the inside of his hood, his heart pounding in his chest. His master commands him to his knees, pushing his latex-covered cock into the rubberboy's face. The rubberboy opens his mouth, feeling the latex rub against his lips, his tongue, as he sucks hungrily. His master groans, pulling him up, bending him over, and positioning himself at the rubberboy's latex-clad ass. With a thrust, he's inside, fucking the rubberboy hard, the sound of latex slapping against latex filling the room. The rubberboy cries out, his cock rubbing against the bed, bringing him closer to release.