把这个汉化了一下，反正原文感觉有些平淡吧，无意义的文本也有不少，所以基本上是自用发挥并且十分命大就是了，随便看看吧，虽然很想再花点时间，但是实在弄太久了，就这样吧，有弄错的图片记得跟我说

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Scene 1: Intro, the Dominion

Dominion is a well-known kink shop for gay guys who are into rubber and leather. The store is packed with shiny rubber suits, hoods, gloves, socks, and all kinds of toys, dildos, plugs, restraints, you name it. In the back, there are private dungeon rooms you can rent. They come with slings hanging from chains, metal cage frames, and big selections of toys for play parties or filming porn.

Every few weeks Dominion throws a big kinky gathering. People show up in full rubber gear, partial gear, or just naked. The vibe is loose and horny, guys chat, drink, hook up, take photos, whatever feels good. The owner, Arthur (most people call him Sir Arthur), runs the place. He’s tall, built, confident, and has that natural daddy energy. A lot of guys come just to hang around him, get his attention, take pictures with him, or, if the mood is right, get fucked by him.

Scene 2: Dominion Gathering

Tonight was another gathering night. The dungeon room was open to everyone. A DJ was playing loud, bass-heavy tracks that you could feel in your chest. Inside the dungeon guys were already going at it, some in slings, some bent over tables, some on their knees. The air smelled like rubber, sweat, and lube.

Out in the bar area, it was a little calmer but still buzzing. Guys in tight rubber suits stood around drinking beer and cocktails. Some were fresh from the dungeon, skin shiny with sweat, catching their breath. Others were flirting, hands wandering, already half-hard in their gear.

But amid the electric vibe, Taka felt like an intruder.

It was his first time at anything like this. His friend Taiga, who’s super into "fun" stuff, had invited him. But now that he was here, Taka couldn’t spot Taiga anywhere. Everyone was wearing hoods or masks, so faces were hard to recognize.

Taka gave up searching, ordered a beer, and sat on a couch in the corner. He pulled out his phone and started texting Taiga, feeling small in the middle of all the noise and bodies.

Then Arthur appeared.

Arthur was huge next to Taka, tall, wide shoulders, thick arms and legs. His full rubber suit hugged every muscle. A black leather harness strapped across his chest and shoulders made him look even more powerful. He dropped onto the couch right beside Taka, their thighs touching.

Arthur: “Hey, cutie. You okay over here? Looked like you could use a friend.”

Taka looked up, startled. Arthur’s voice was low and calm, almost kind.

Taka: “Um… yeah. Just waiting for my friend. It’s my first time here, so…”

Arthur gave a small, easy smile.

Arthur: “First time? No wonder you’re hiding in the corner. I’m Arthur. I own the place. I like to check on people who look a little lost. Who’s your friend?”

Taka: “Taiga. He invited me.”

Arthur nodded right away.

Arthur: “Taiga! Yeah, I know him well. He texted me earlier, said he got stuck at some last-minute shit he couldn’t get out of. He asked me to look after you so you don’t spend the whole night sitting alone.”

Taka let out a quiet breath, shoulders dropping a little.

Taka: “Oh… okay. That’s why he’s not here.”

Arthur rested a big hand on Taka’s shoulder, firm, warm, steady.

Arthur: “Don’t worry. I’ve got you tonight. Just relax, have a drink, enjoy yourself. Want me to grab you another beer?”

Before Taka could answer, Arthur reached up and pulled off his rubber hood. Sweat glistened on his strong jaw and forehead. His short dark hair was messy from being trapped under the mask. He looked handsome, rugged, confident, with a slight smirk that made Taka’s stomach flip.

Arthur: “There. Better without the mask. I’m Arthur, or Sir Arthur if you’re feeling polite. What’s your name, handsome?”

Taka: “Ermm…. Taka… Nice to meet you, Sir.”

Scene 3: Invitation

They kept talking while Taka enjoying his beer. The alcohol helped. His nerves started to loosen and he opened up a little. Arthur listened, leaning in close, one thick arm resting along the back of the couch so Taka felt surrounded in the best way.

Taka eventually admitted he’d always been curious about rubber but had never actually worn it.

Arthur: “Seriously? Never even tried a suit?”

Taka: “No… but I’ve looked at pictures online. It's… hot.”

Arthur’s eyes lit up. He leaned closer, voice dropping lower, more intimate.

Arthur: “It feels even better than it looks. When you pull it on, it’s tight everywhere, chest, arms, legs, ass, cock. Like someone’s hugging your whole body at once. It warms up fast, sticks to your skin, turns you into this smooth, shiny version of yourself. You look in the mirror and suddenly you’re not just Taka anymore, you’re a rubber boy. Most guys get hard the second it’s on.”

Taka’s face went red. He shifted on the couch, thighs pressing together.

Taka: “That sounds… really good.”

Arthur looked him over slowly, eyes sliding down Taka’s arms, chest, thighs.

Arthur: “You’ve got the perfect build for it. Nice muscle. Cute face. You’d look perfect in full rubber. Hey, how would you feel about trying some on for real? We do photoshoots all the time for the website and catalogs. Nothing professional or scary. Just you in some suits, me telling you how to stand and look at the camera. Perfect way to try it without any pressure.”

Taka bit his lip, excited but nervous.

Taka: “I’ve never modeled before. I don't know…. I’d probably look stupid.”

Arthur’s big hand landed on Taka’s knee and stayed there, thumb brushing lightly.

Arthur: “You won’t. I’ll be right there the whole time, guiding you. Just do what I say and let the rubber do the rest. Trust me, you’ll love how it feels.”

Taka hesitated only a second longer, then nodded.

Taka: “Okay. Yeah, I want to try.”

Arthur grinned, pulling out his phone.

Arthur: “Good boy. Let’s swap numbers. I’ll text you when we can do it. You’re gonna look so fucking hot.”

They exchanged contacts. The air between them felt thicker now, charged, full of promise.

Scene 4: First Gig Invitation

A few days later, the summer heat was brutal, thick, sticky air that made clothes cling to skin. Taka was lying on his bed scrolling through his phone when it suddenly buzzed with an incoming call. The name on the screen made his heart jump: Arthur.

Taka answered right away.

Arthur: “Hey, Taka. It’s Arthur. Sorry I’ve been quiet for a bit, things got crazy busy here. Inventory, repairs, the usual chaos.”

Taka: “No worries, I figured you were slammed.”

Arthur: “Yeah, well… right now I’m in the middle of a photoshoot for the store’s socials and new catalog. Problem is, the other model just bailed, his car broke down on the highway and he’s stuck waiting for a tow. Total mess. Listen… any chance you’re free today? Like, right now? I could really use you.”

Taka: “Wait… today? Like… me modeling with you?”

Arthur: “Exactly. You said you were down to try, and honestly you’re perfect for this set. I’ll make it worth your while, free suit to keep if you want, drinks after, whatever. Can you come?”

Taka was already sitting up, heart racing with excitement.

Taka: “Yeah. Yeah, I’m coming. Give me like twenty minutes.”

Arthur: “Perfect. See you soon.”

Taka hung up, threw on a t-shirt and shorts, grabbed his keys and practically ran out the door. The whole ride to Dominion his mind was spinning, nervous, horny, thrilled.

Scene 5: First Gig

When Taka pushed open the door of Dominion, one of the regular staff guys recognized him immediately.

Staff: “Taka, right? Arthur’s waiting for you. This way, dungeon’s closed for the shoot.”

The staff led Taka through the shop, past racks of rubber suits, and down the short hallway to the dungeon room. The heavy door was shut and had a “Photo Session – Do Not Enter” sign taped to it. Inside, the space looked completely different from party nights.

Bright studio lights were set up everywhere, softboxes, reflectors, a couple of tripods with cameras. Extension cords snaked across the floor. The sling was pushed to the side, the metal cage frame had been moved back to make room for a simple background photo.

Arthur was already there, standing in the center talking to the photographer. He wore a tight black latex suit that covered him from neck to toes, no hood. The suit shone under the lights, hugging every line of his muscular body. When he saw Taka he broke into a wide grin.

Arthur: “There he is. You made it fast.”

Taka: “Yeah, I kinda… ran most of the way.”

Arthur laughed and walked over, clapping a big hand on Taka’s shoulder.

Arthur: “Sorry for the last-minute call. Seriously. But I’m glad you’re here. You still okay with this?”

Taka: “Totally. I’m excited.”

Arthur nodded, then reached behind him and picked up a folded black latex suit from a nearby table. He held it out.

Arthur: “This one’s for you. Full catsuit, zipper in the back. Has ‘PIG’ printed across the chest in white. Today’s theme is latex slave, submissive, exposed, obedient. I want shots of you presenting your hole, arched back, on all fours, that kind of thing. Face down, ass up, showing everything. If any of that feels off, just say the word and we switch it up. You good?”

Taka stared at the suit in Arthur’s hands. His cock was already stirring in his shorts just hearing the words.

Taka: “I’m good. More than good. I want to do it.”

Arthur’s eyes dropped for a second and caught the growing bulge in Taka’s shorts. He smirked.

Arthur: “Yeah… I can see that.”

Taka’s face burned, but he didn’t look away.

Arthur: “Need help getting into it? First time can be tricky, latex sticks like hell without the right prep.”

Taka: “I think I can manage. I’ve watched… a lot of rubber porn. I know the trick with lube and talc.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed.

Arthur: “Look at you. Prepared little slut. Alright, changing room’s right there.” He pointed to a small curtained-off corner. “There’s a bottle of silicone lube on the shelf. Take your time, get nice and slick. I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

Scene 6: Photoshoot

A few minutes later Taka stepped out from behind the curtain.

The suit fit like a second skin, tight, glossy black latex from toes to neck. Only his mouth was exposed, the hood had tiny micro-perforations over the eyes so he could see, but just barely. The word PIG sat bold and white across his chest. Every muscle was outlined, his nipples visible as small bumps under the rubber, his cock throbbing under the rubber sheath.

He caught his reflection in the full-length mirror near the door and froze.

He looked exactly like the rubber slaves he jerked off to late at night, shiny, anonymous, owned. For a second he just stared, breathing shallow, feeling the latex grip him everywhere at once.

Then he remembered Arthur was waiting.

Taka walked out into the lit area. The photographer gave a low whistle, but Arthur’s reaction was louder.

Arthur: “Fuck… look at you.”

Arthur stepped closer, circling Taka slowly, eyes eating up every inch.

Arthur: “How’s it feel? Tight enough for you?”

Taka’s voice came out a little shaky through the mouth opening.

Taka: “It’s… so much better than I thought. It’s squeezing me everywhere. Like it’s hugging me and owning me at the same time. I’m so hard it hurts.”

Arthur grinned, pleased.

Arthur: “That’s what I like to hear.”

Arthur moved behind Taka, big hands settling on his shoulders.

Arthur: “Alright. Let’s start easy. Get on your knees, chest down on the floor, ass up high. Spread your cheeks for me, show that hole. Look back over your shoulder if you can.”

Taka dropped immediately. The rubber creaked as he moved. He pressed his chest to the cool floor, arched his back, reached back with both hands and pulled his ass open.

The camera clicked. Flash popped softly.

Arthur: “Perfect. Just like that. Push that ass out more. Let everyone see what a needy pig you are.”

Taka moaned quietly, obeying without thinking. Every pose Arthur called out, on all fours, back arched, wrists crossed behind him like he was bound, face pressed to the floor with ass presented, felt better than the last. The rubber warmed against his skin, slick with his own sweat now. His cock leaked steadily.

Arthur stayed close the whole time, voice low and rough, guiding him.

Arthur: “Good boy. Fuck, you were made for this.”

Taka was lost in it, rubber, commands, the heat, the exposure. Every second felt electric.

Scene 7: Extra Session

The last flash popped. The photographer lowered the camera and gave Arthur a thumbs-up.

Photographer: “That’s a wrap on the stills. Killer shots.”

Arthur nodded, satisfied. He turned to Taka, who was still on his knees.

Arthur: “You did great. Really great. Everyone’s gonna lose their minds when these go up.”

Taka stayed quiet, breathing hard, still buzzing from the exposure and the tight squeeze of the suit.

Arthur crouched down in front of him, voice dropping softer.

Arthur: “Listen… we had another part planned for today. A short video shoot. Me and the model fucking in rubber, raw, rough, full-on slave scene. It’s for the dungeon promo page. We’ve done it with other guys before, but the one who was supposed to be here bailed. Same guy whose car being towed right now.”

Arthur paused, studying Taka’s face through the hood.

Arthur: “I’m asking, would you be comfortable doing that with me? Right now. On camera.”

Taka froze. His cheeks burned hot under the latex. For a few long seconds he didn’t move, didn’t speak.

Arthur just waited, patient, eyes locked on him. Finally Taka gave a quick, eager nod.

Taka: “Yes. I… I’m interested.”

Taka voice cracked with excitement. Arthur’s mouth curved into a slow grin.

Arthur: “You sure? I’m not small, Taka.”

Arthur glanced down at his massive cock.

Arthur: “And this is gonna be video. I’ll be in full Sir mode, verbal, rough, owning you. It’s all roleplay, safe word’s still ‘red’ if you need it, but I might push hard. You good with that?”

Taka swallowed hard. His heart was hammering so loud he was sure Arthur could hear it.

Taka: “I’ve… used big dildos before. I think I can handle it. I want to try.”

Arthur chuckled low, pleased.

Arthur: “Experienced, huh? Good. One more thing, this is video, so you’ll be gagged. Ball gag. And we’ll do a few specific poses. One’s you holding onto the pole over there, bent forward, legs spread. I’ll take you from behind. Sound okay?”

Taka nodded again, faster this time.

Taka: “Yeah. I’m ready.”

Arthur stood up, towering over him.

Arthur: “Then let’s get you set up.”

Scene 8: Sex Photo Session

The crew adjusted the lights and cameras quickly. One tripod moved closer for a better angle on Taka’s ass. Another focused on their bodies from the side.

Arthur stepped behind Taka, who was now standing and gripping the metal pole with both hands. Ass pushed out, legs spread wide. The ball gag had been buckled tight, shiny black ball filling his mouth, drool already starting to leak from the corners.

Arthur pressed up against him from behind. Big rubber-covered hands slid up Taka’s chest, groping his pecs hard. Fingers found his nipples through the latex and pinched.

Taka moaned instantly, the sound muffled but needy.

Arthur: “That’s it. Let me hear you, pig.”

Arthur pinched harder, twisting just enough to make Taka’s body jerk.

Arthur: “Louder. Moan like the slut you are.”

Taka obeyed, moaning again, deeper, more desperate. The gag turned it into wet, obscene noises.

Arthur: “Fuck… look at you. Perfect little pig slave. Born for this.”

Arthur hands slid down, gripping Taka’s hips. Then one palm pressed flat against Taka’s lower stomach while the other guided his massive cock, right up against Taka’s exposed hole.

Arthur: “Time to open that tiny hole, pig. A good pig stays gaping. Always ready.”

The thick head brushed Taka’s rim, teasing, smearing lube. Taka trembled, legs shaking.

Arthur pushed in slowly.

Taka’s whole body tensed. A long, muffled moan poured out around the gag as the head popped past his ring. Arthur kept going, inch by thick inch, until half his length was buried.

Arthur: “Fuck… so fucking tight. Shame I’m gonna ruin this pretty little hole. But that’s what pigs need, right? Loose, used, sloppy.”

Taka whimpered, nodding frantically.

Arthur started thrusting, slow at first, letting Taka feel every ridge, every stretch. Then harder. The wet slap of rubber meeting rubber filled the room, loud and filthy.

Arthur: “Take it. Take every fucking inch. You’re just a hole for me now. My personal rubber fucktoy.”

Taka couldn’t stop moaning. Drool ran down his chin, dripping onto the floor. Sweat poured inside their suits, hot, slick, trapped. It started leaking out around the neck seals, pooling in dark patches on the floor beneath them.

Arthur: “Look at that mess. Sweating like a whore for me. Dripping all over my floor.”

Arthur picked up speed, pounding deep. The camera caught everything, the way Taka’s body jolted with each thrust, the way his cock leaked steadily through the tiny slit in the suit, the obscene shine of sweat-slick rubber.

Arthur’s breathing turned rough.

Arthur: “Gonna fill you up, pig. Gonna pump you so full you’ll feel me for days.”

A few more brutal thrusts, then Arthur slammed in deep, hips flush against Taka’s ass.

Arthur groaned low and long as he came, hot spurts flooding Taka’s insides. Taka felt it, thick, warm pulses stretching him even more, making his belly swell slightly under the tight latex.

The sensation pushed Taka over. His muffled cry was sharp and desperate as he came hard. Cum shot out through the small opening at the tip of his rubber cock sheath, splattering the floor in thick ropes.

They stayed locked together for a moment, chests heaving, bodies trembling.

Arthur leaned forward, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to the side of Taka’s neck through the hood.

Then Arthur slowly pulled out, inch by inch, until his softening cock slipped free with a wet sound. Taka’s hole stayed open, leaking out Arthur's hot cum onto the floor.

Taka’s legs buckled for a second.

Arthur caught him instantly, strong arms wrapping around his waist.

Arthur: (soft, quiet) “Hey… you okay?”

Taka let out a shaky laugh around the gag, nodding.

Arthur studied him for a second longer, saw the dazed, overwhelmed look in Taka’s eyes through the tiny eye holes, then raised his voice.

Arthur: “Alright, that’s a wrap! Great work, everyone. Fucking beautiful footage. I’m taking Taka to clean up. You guys finish breaking down.”

Arthur kept one arm around Taka’s waist, steadying him as they walked toward the shower room at the back. Taka leaned into him, rubber creaking, legs still shaky.

Scene 9: Aftercare

The shower room had two big open stalls with plenty of hot water. They stood under the spray for a long time, letting the steam loosen the last of the sweat, lube, and cum trapped inside their suits. Once they peeled the latex off, they rinsed thoroughly, dried off, and changed into casual clothes, Taka in a loose t-shirt and shorts, Arthur in a fitted black tank and sweatpants that still showed off his build.

They walked back out to the bar area. The party crowd had thinned out hours ago, the place was quiet now except for the low hum of the fridge and some chill music playing softly. The crew had already set up a small table for them, two cold beers sweating on coasters, a bowl of chips and some sliced fruit.

They sat side by side on the same couch from the first night Taka showed up. Arthur leaned back, one arm stretched along the backrest, looking relaxed and back to his usual calm self.

Arthur: “Hey… I just want to say sorry for how rough I got in there. When the camera’s rolling and I’m in Sir mode, I kinda let go. I know I went hard on your hole. You holding up okay?”

He reached over and rubbed slow circles on Taka’s upper back, gentle, caring, completely different from the commanding grip earlier.

Taka took a sip of beer and shook his head with a small smile.

Taka: “I’m fine. Really. I told you before, I’ve played with big dildos. Yours is… bigger, yeah, but I could handle it. And honestly?” He looked straight at Arthur. “I loved it. The whole thing. The suit, the gag, you talking like that... Nothing to worry about.”

Arthur studied him for a moment, then let out a low, impressed laugh.

Arthur: “Damn. You’re tougher than you look, kid.”

Arthur took a pull from his beer, eyes still on Taka.

Arthur: “And that load you shot? Damn. You came like a fucking fountain. I’ve worked with plenty of models, but you’ve got real potential. If you ever wanted to do this more seriously, porn gigs, promo stuff, I’d put you in front of the camera anytime.”

Taka’s cheeks went red again, but he didn’t look away.

Taka: “I… yeah. I liked it. A lot. The latex feels incredible, and doing sexy stuff on camera? It was hot. If you need me for another shoot, or more videos… just call me. I’m down.”

Arthur’s smile turned warm, almost proud.

Arthur: “Good to know. You’ve got a natural thing going on. We’ll talk more about it later.”

Arthur gave Taka’s shoulder a light squeeze.

Arthur: “For now, just relax. You earned that beer.”

They clinked bottles and sat in comfortable silence for a while, the buzz of the day slowly settling into something easy and nice.

Scene 10: Epilogue

After that first wild shoot, things moved fast.

Arthur started calling Taka every couple of weeks, sometimes for simple catalog photos, sometimes for steamy promo videos in the dungeon. Taka tried on more suits: red, blue, even a heavy-duty industrial one with thick straps.

Every time Taka zipped up, that same rush hit him, the tight hug of the latex, the way it turned him into someone bolder, sluttier, free.

Before long, Arthur officially brought him on as a regular model for Dominion. His face (and body) started showing up on the store’s social media, the website, even some paid promo posts. Guys in the community began recognizing him, leaving comments like “that pig is fire” and “when’s the next video?” Taka couldn’t believe it. What started as a nervous first visit had turned into a dream gig he never knew he wanted.

Outside of work, Taka and Arthur grew close too. They’d grab drinks after shoots, hang out at the bar on quieter nights, or join the crew for private parties in the dungeon after closing. Arthur was still Sir when the mood called for it, but most of the time he was just Arthur, funny, protective, always checking in. Taka fit right in with the group, Taiga eventually came back from his work chaos and teased him endlessly about “stealing my spot as Arthur’s favorite.”

For Taka, it felt like he’d finally found a place where he could be himself, shy one minute, shameless the next, wrapped head to toe in shiny black, and completely at home. Dominion wasn’t just a store or a job anymore. It was where he belonged.

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Scene 1: Meet Up

Several weeks had passed since the dungeon photoshoot, but the memory still lingered on Taka’s skin.

Taka sitting at his desk, headphones on, tweaking vectors for a client’s logo design. Sunlight slanted through the blinds, warming the room. His phone buzzed once on the desk.

He glanced down. Arthur’s name lit up the screen.

**Arthur (DM):**
Hey Taka ;) Been thinking about you. Got something extra I want to run by you, another gig, bigger than the last one. You free tonight? Meet me at The Iron Anchor around 8. It's Leather bar two streets over from the shop. Just you and me, couple beers, talk it over. Interested?

Taka’s stomach did a quick flip. Just seeing Arthur’s name made his pulse jump. He didn’t even hesitate.

**Taka:**
Yeah, I’m in. See you at 8.

Taka spent the rest of the day distracted, stealing glances at the clock.

That evening the city was warm and buzzing. Streetlights glowed orange against the dark buildings. Taka walked the short distance to The Iron Anchor, a small, dimly lit leather bar tucked between a tattoo shop and a 24-hour diner. The second he pushed the heavy door open, the smell hit him, thick cigar smoke, worn leather, a faint trace of sweat and musk. The low thump of industrial music pulsed under everything.

The place was packed with leather men, harnesses, vests, chaps, boots polished to a mirror shine. Some stood at the bar, others lounged in booths, laughing low or eyeing newcomers. A few heads turned as Taka stepped inside, his plain t-shirt and jeans suddenly feeling very out of place. His skin prickled. Being surrounded by all that leather and confidence made him shiver in the best way.

Arthur was easy to spot. He sat at a high-top table near the back, black leather jacket open over a tight white tank, cigar resting between his fingers. The smoke curled lazily around his face. When he saw Taka he lifted his chin in greeting and kicked out the chair across from him.

Arthur: “There you are. Grab a seat, cutie.”

Taka smiled, a little nervous, and slid onto the stool. A cold beer was already waiting for him.

Scene 2: Conversation

They clinked bottles. Arthur took a slow drag on his cigar, then blew the smoke off to the side so it didn’t hit Taka directly in the face.

Taka sipped his beer, glancing around the bar again before looking back at Arthur.

Taka: “This place is intense. How come we’re not at Dominion?”

Arthur leaned back, one thick arm draped over the back of his chair.

Arthur: “I live and breathe Dominion. Literally. I’m there almost every day, sometimes I crash on the couch in the office when it gets too late. Tonight I just needed a change of scenery. Some fresh… well, smoky air.”

Arthur smirked and took another pull on the cigar.

Arthur: “Plus I figured you might like the vibe here.”

Taka nodded, cheeks warming. He did like it. A lot.

Arthur set the cigar in the ashtray and leaned forward a little, voice dropping so only Taka could hear.

Arthur: “So here’s the real reason I asked you to come. Dominion shoots are great, good promo, clean, professional. But they’re staged. Safe. Sometimes I want to go creative, maybe dirtier. Something that’s just for me.”

Arthur paused, letting that sink in.

Arthur: “I’ve been running a side thing for a while. Personal porn videos. I sell them on a couple private sites. Nothing huge, but it pays well and lets me play the way I actually want to play. My apartment’s set up like a custom dungeon, sling, cage, full lighting rig, the works. No script, no ‘advertising material’ bullshit. Just real scenes.”

Taka’s grip tightened slightly on his bottle. He could already feel heat pooling low in his stomach.

Arthur: “This time I’m planning a group scene. Master and two slaves. I’ve got one guy locked in, but I need a second. That’s where you come in.”

Arthur: “It’ll be similar to what we did at Dominion. Full rubber suit, harness, maybe some extra gear. You’ll be one of the pigs. There’s a little surprise in the lineup too, but I’ll keep that for tomorrow.”

Arthur: “You in?”

Taka swallowed. His heart was thudding hard. The idea alone, rubber, multiple guys, Arthur taking control without any corporate filter, made his cock twitch against his jeans.

Taka: “Yeah. I’m in.”

Arthur’s smile turned slow and satisfied.

Arthur: “Good boy. Oh, and you’ll recognize the other slave. Familiar face.”

Arthur winked, letting the mystery hang for a second

Arthur: “I’ll text you the address. Come by tomorrow afternoon, around 2. Bring nothing but yourself. I’ve got everything else ready.”

He pulled out his phone and sent the location. Taka’s screen lit up with a pin a few blocks away in a quiet residential area.

Arthur: “Wear something easy to strip out of. Rest up tonight. You’re gonna need the energy.”

Taka nodded, already half-hard just thinking about it. The bar noise faded into the background. All he could focus on was Arthur’s low voice, the smoke curling between them, and the promise of tomorrow.

Scene 3: Side Gig

The next afternoon came fast. Taka stood outside Arthur’s building, a modern, upscale place with tall windows and clean lines. It looked bigger than he expected for a city apartment. He took a quick breath, then knocked.

The door opened almost immediately.

Arthur was already suited up, shiny black rubber from neck to toes, harness strapped tight across his wide chest. Sweat already beaded at his temples from the heat of the suit. He grinned wide when he saw Taka.

Arthur: “Right on time. Come in.”

Taka stepped inside. The living room had been completely transformed. Thick black curtains blocked the windows. Studio lights stood in the corners. Big camera on a tripod waited near the center. The air smelled faintly of silicone lube and fresh latex.

Three other guys were already there, all in various stages of gearing up. One was smoothing lube over his thighs, another helping a third zip up the back of a suit. And then Taka saw him, Taiga, buck naked, skin shining with a thick layer of lube from neck to ankles. His cock was already half-hard, bouncing slightly as he turned and spotted Taka.

Taiga lit up, practically bouncing over.

Taiga: “Taka! Holy shit, you came!”

Taka blinked, caught off guard.

Taka: “Taiga? You’re… here?”

Taiga laughed and pulled him into a quick, slippery hug, not caring that he was leaving shiny streaks on Taka’s shirt.

Taiga: “Yeah, surprise! I’ve been doing these little porn sessions with Arthur for a while now. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, it’s kinda exclusive, I didn’t want to freak you out.”

Arthur stepped up behind them, resting a heavy hand on Taka’s shoulder.

Arthur: “No exclusivity bullshit here, Taka. I just like filming with guys I’m comfortable with. Guys who won’t flake, who can take it rough, and who look fucking hot on camera. That includes both of you.”

Arthur gave Taka’s shoulder a squeeze, then reached over to a nearby table and picked up a folded black rubber suit. It came with an attached hood, full gloves and socks.

Arthur: “This one’s yours. Same style as last time, but with a few upgrades. Strip down right here, living room’s the changing area today.”

Taka didn’t hesitate. He peeled off his t-shirt, kicked off his shoes and socks, dropped his jeans and briefs. The other guys glanced over appreciatively but kept working on their own gear.

Once Taka was naked, Arthur stepped close, bottle of thick silicone lube in hand. He poured a generous amount into his palm and started working it over Taka’s skin, slow, deliberate strokes across his chest, down his abs, over his thighs. When his slick fingers wrapped around Taka’s cock and stroked upward, Taka let out a soft, involuntary moan.

Arthur chuckled low.

Arthur: “There’s my needy little pig.”

Arthur kept going, coating Taka’s ass, sliding lubed fingers between his cheeks, teasing the rim just enough to make Taka’s knees tremble. Then Arthur leaned in, cupped the back of Taka’s neck, and pulled him into a deep, slow kiss. Tongues met, wet and hungry. Taka moaned into Arthur’s mouth, cock jumping against Arthur’s rubber-covered thigh. Arthur groaned back, their hard cock pressing together.

When they broke apart, both were breathing harder, cocks throbbing.

Arthur: “Fuck… save some of that for the camera.”

Scene 4: Planning

A few minutes later Taka was fully suited again. The black rubber clung like paint, tight, shiny, warm. The hood covered everything except tiny perforated holes for his eyes and nostrils. A built-in cock sheath hugged his erection, leaving just a small slit at the tip. thin anal rubber condom fitted and ready with its own tiny opening.

Taiga approached, now suited up too. His rubber is identical, full coverage. He looked Taka up and down and let out a low whistle.

Taiga: “Goddamn, Taka. You look hot in full rubber. Like you were born to wear it.”

Taka shifted, feeling the latex creak with every move. His cock was already leaking inside the sheath.

Taiga stepped closer and picked up two thin, clear tubes from the table, each about a meter long, flexible, with small rubber gaskets at both ends.

Taiga: “So here’s the setup for today. You and me are the slaves. Arthur’s the master filming everything. The other guy’s just here to watch and jerk off, we’re the main show.”

Taiga held up one tube, then the other.

Taiga: “We’re gonna connect these. I’ll put one end in my mouth, the other end goes over your cock sheath, seals tight around the tip. Then you do the same, one end in your mouth, the other end on my cock. Got it?”

Taka stared at the tubes, brain catching up slowly.

Taka: “Wait… so…”

Taiga: “Yup. Double-sided dildo time. We’re gonna ride it together, ass to ass, grinding hard. While we do that, the tubes stay connected. Arthur wants us to go rough enough that we eventually piss through them, straight from one cock into the other’s mouth. And when we cum… well, you already shoot like a fountain, and I’m not far behind. All that cum’s gonna travel right down the tube too.”

Taiga: “Arthur picked us specifically because we both cum buckets. He said it’ll make killer content.”

Taka looked over at Arthur, who was talking quietly with the third guy, gesturing toward the camera angles. Arthur caught Taka’s gaze and gave him a slow, knowing smirk.

Taka’s face burned under the hood.

Taka: “This is… really wild. I didn’t know you were into stuff this kinky, Taiga.”

Taiga laughed softly.

Taiga: “Me? Nah, this is all Arthur’s idea. He’s the filthy genius behind it. I just said yes because it sounded hot and he asked nicely.”

Taka swallowed, eyes still on Arthur.

Taiga: “You good with the piss play? No judgment if it’s too much.”

Taka: “I’m okay. Totally okay. If it’s what Arthur wants… I’m in.”

Taiga: “Awww. Someone’s got a big fat crush on Sir Arthur, huh?”

Taka ducked his head slightly, embarrassed but smiling under the hood. Taiga gave his rubber-covered shoulder a playful slap.

Taiga: “Don’t worry. You’re gonna look so good choking on my load while I choke on yours. Arthur’s gonna love this.”

Across the room, Arthur finished talking and clapped his hands once.

Arthur: “Alright, pigs. Gear check. Tubes ready. Dildo’s lubed and waiting. Let’s make some filthy fucking art.”

Scene 5: Game On

Arthur stepped behind the main camera, gave the tripod a final nudge, and pressed record. The red light blinked on.

Taka and Taiga were already on the floor, kneeling side by side, palms and knees planted on the latex mat. The thick double-sided dildo, black, veined, heavily slicked, lay between them. They reached back together, lined up the ends, and slowly pushed.

The moment both heads breached their holes, they let out matching, raw moans. The rubber suits creaked as their bodies stretched around the toy. Inch by inch it disappeared until their asses kissed in the middle, fully impaled.

Arthur’s voice dropped into that deep, commanding register.

Arthur: “Good pigs. Now ride it. Faster. Show me how bad you want to be used.”

Taka and Taiga obeyed instantly. They rocked back and forth, grinding hard, the dildo sliding deep with every thrust. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room, rubber slapping rubber, muffled grunts leaking through their hoods. Their bodies moved in rhythm, sweat already building inside the suits.

Arthur circled them slowly, camera capturing every angle.

Arthur: “Harder. Fuck yourselves like the desperate little slaves you are.”

They picked up speed, hips slamming together, the dildo plunging deeper with each stroke. Taka’s moans turned high and needy, Taiga’s were lower, rougher.

Arthur: “Enough teasing. Piss. Now. Fill each other’s bellies. Prove you’re slutty enough to belong to me.”

The command hit like a trigger.

Taka felt the pressure he’d been holding burst free. Hot piss surged through the tube connected to his cock sheath, racing straight into Taiga’s mouth. At the same instant, Taiga’s stream shot the other way, flooding Taka’s mouth in a warm, sharp rush.

Taka’s eyes watered behind the tiny holes. The taste hit him hard, salty, bitter, unmistakable. He had no choice but to swallow, gulping fast to keep up.

Taka pushed back against the dildo even more aggressively, driving it deeper into Taiga, wanting, needing, to impress Arthur.

Arthur let out a low, pleased growl.

Arthur: “That’s it, Taka. Taking it like a champion. Look at you, swallowing your buddy’s piss without hesitation.”

The thrusting continued, relentless. Their bellies started to swell slightly under the tight rubber, rounded from the flood of liquid. Moans grew louder, more desperate. Legs trembled. The tubes stayed sealed, every drop traveling exactly where Arthur wanted.

Arthur: “Hold it. Hold that cum. Not yet.”

They whined, bodies shaking, fighting the edge.

Arthur: “Now. Cum. Fill each other like the filthy pigs you are.”

The order snapped the last thread.

Taka’s orgasm hit like a punch. Thick ropes of cum shot through the tube, flooding Taiga’s mouth. At the same second Taiga erupted too, hot spurts pouring straight into Taka’s throat. They swallowed frantically, gulping down every pulse, drool and cum leaking from the corners of their hoods.

Arthur: “Swallow it all. Every fucking drop. True pig slaves don’t waste.”

Their bellies bulged a little more, visibly rounded under the shiny latex. They kept grinding through the aftershocks, slower now, trembling.

Finally Arthur’s voice softened just a fraction.

Arthur: “Alright… that’s it. Good boys.”

Taka and Taiga eased back together, the dildo sliding free with a wet pop. The tubes disconnected with gentle tugs. They collapsed forward onto their elbows, chests heaving, rubber slick with sweat.

Scene 6: Aftercare

The red light blinked off. Arthur killed the camera.

The other guy packed up quietly and left with a quick “great shoot.” Taiga peeled off his suit, still buzzing, gave Taka a sweaty hug “you killed it, man” and headed out too.

And soon it was just Taka and Arthur.

Taka had already showered, scrubbed off the lube and sweat, and changed back into his regular t-shirt and shorts. He was zipping up his backpack when Arthur walked over, holding out a cold can of orange soda.

Arthur: “Here. You earned this.”

Taka took it with a small, tired smile. They dropped onto the big leather couch in the living room. Arthur sat close, one arm resting along the backrest.

Arthur: “That was fucking incredible, Taka. You and Taiga gave me some of the hottest footage I’ve ever shot. Seriously.”

Arthur switched fully back to his gentle, caring tone. His big hand landed on Taka’s shoulder, rubbing slow circles.

Arthur: “How you feeling? That was a lot, especially the piss. You swallowed a hell of a load. Still okay?”

Taka cracked the soda open, took a long sip, then looked straight at Arthur.

Taka: “I’m good. Really good. It was intense, yeah… but it felt right. And honestly…”

Taka paused, cheeks going pink.

Taka: “It felt way better because you were the one telling me to do it.”

Arthur let out a quiet chuckle. His ears went faintly red.

Arthur: “Yeah?”

Taka nodded, shy but honest.

Before Taka could say anything else, Arthur leaned in. One hand slid to the back of Taka’s neck, pulling him close. Their lips met, slow at first, then deeper. Arthur’s tongue slipped inside, warm and sure. Taka moaned softly into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut.

Arthur’s other hand dropped to Taka’s lap, palming the growing bulge through his shorts. Taka gasped against Arthur’s mouth, then reached up, fingers curling into Arthur’s shirt, tugging him closer.

Arthur had been holding this feeling for weeks, maybe longer, and now it spilled out in the way he kissed back, hungry and open.

They stayed like that for a long minute, trading slow, wet kisses, hands roaming gently. No rush. No camera. Just them.

When they finally pulled apart, breathing hard, Arthur rested his forehead against Taka’s.

Arthur: “Been wanting to do that without a lens in the way.”

Taka smiled, soft and a little dazed.

The apartment was quiet except for their breathing. Something between them had shifted, warmer, closer, real. And for the first time, it didn’t feel like just a scene.

_0_SS_WHISKEY
Scene 1: After Work

The Dominion gathering was winding down. The music still thumped low through the speakers, but the crowd had thinned out. Empty beer bottles and plastic cups littered the bar. The crew had just finished cleaning the last of the high-traffic areas, laughing and high-fiving each other over how smoothly the night had gone.

Arthur stood in the middle of the bar area, still in his full black rubber suit, arms crossed, watching everyone with a proud grin.

Arthur: “Great fucking work tonight, all of you. Crowd loved it, sales were insane, and nobody got hurt. That’s a perfect night in my book. Go home, get some rest, you earned it.”

One by one the crew peeled off, some still suited up, others already changed, waving goodbye, promising to see each other soon. The lights dimmed slightly as the last person left.

Soon it was just Taka and Arthur again.

They moved to the far end of the bar. Arthur poured himself a generous double of his favorite whiskey into a low glass, the amber liquid catching the soft overhead light. Taka stayed standing close, still in his shiny black pig suit, hood on, mouth exposed.

Arthur draped a heavy arm over Taka’s rubber-covered shoulders, keeping him tucked close while he took a slow sip.

Arthur: “You know… my head’s still spinning from that apartment shoot. Watching you and Taiga trade piss and cum like that? Fuck. That was one of the filthiest, hottest things I’ve ever filmed. Been dreaming up that scene for years, but I never found the right person to pull it off… until you showed up.”

Arthur turned his head, looking straight at Taka’s hooded face.

Arthur: “I got lucky with you, Taka. Really fucking lucky.”

Taka stayed quiet, heart already starting to race under the tight latex.

Arthur took another sip of whiskey, then set the glass down. His voice dropped lower, teasing.

Arthur: “Been thinking about something else too. I want to see you drink from me next. Straight from the source. My piss. You want that, don’t you? Want to kneel and take every drop like the thirsty little pig you are?”

Taka’s breath hitched. He nodded immediately, voice small but eager.

Taka: “Yes, Sir… I want it. Please.”

Arthur’s grin turned slow and wicked.

Arthur: “That’s my boy. Let’s go.”

Scene 2: Dungeon Piss

They walked through the now-empty shop and into the dungeon room. The heavy door closed behind them with a soft thud. Stage lights were still on, bright, casting long shadows across the sling, bench, and metal cage. The space felt bigger when it was silent like this.

Arthur stopped in the middle of the room and pointed at the floor.

Arthur: “Knees. Now.”

Taka dropped instantly, rubber creaking, knees spreading on the cool floor. He tilted his head back slightly, mouth already open in anticipation.

Arthur stepped closer, looming over him. His cock was already half-hard from the anticipation. He gave it a few slow strokes until it swelled fully, veins standing out, head glistening.

Arthur: “Look at you… mouth open, waiting like a good slut. You’re so fucking needy it’s beautiful.”

Arthur gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the leaking head across Taka’s exposed lips, smearing precum over them, then dragged it across his cheeks, leaving shiny trails on the black rubber hood.

Arthur: “Such a filthy little pig. You love this, don’t you? Marked and used.”

Taka whimpered softly, tongue flicking out instinctively to taste.

Arthur: “Lick it. Work that tongue in the slit.”

Taka obeyed right away. He pressed the flat of his tongue against the underside, then pushed the tip into the slit, swirling, probing, coaxing more precum out. Arthur growled low in his throat, hips twitching forward.

Arthur: “Fuck… good boy. Now open wider. Suck me in. I’m ready to give you what you’ve been begging for.”

Taka wrapped his lips around the head and took him deeper, cheeks hollowing as he sucked.

Arthur let out a long, satisfied breath.

Arthur: “Here it comes. Drink!”

The first hot spurt hit the back of Taka’s throat, sharp, salty, warm. Then the stream opened fully. Arthur’s piss poured out in a steady, heavy flow, flooding Taka’s mouth faster than he could swallow at first. He gulped frantically, throat working, some leaking from the corners of his lips and dripping down his chin onto the rubber chest of his suit.

Arthur: “Every drop, pig. Don’t waste it. This is all the piss I’ve been holding all fucking day, beer, whiskey, everything. All for you,”

Arthur kept going. The stream seemed endless. Taka moaned around the cock tip filling his mouth, the sound muffled and desperate. His belly started to swell noticeably under the tight latex, rounding out as more and more liquid poured into him.

Arthur watched with dark satisfaction, one hand resting on the back of Taka’s hooded head, keeping him steady.

Arthur: “…moaning like a whore while you chug my piss. You were made for this.”

Finally the flow slowed, then tapered off to a few last trickles. Arthur gave a few final shakes, making sure every drop landed on Taka’s tongue.

When he pulled out, Taka let out a long, trembling exhale through his mouth. His belly was visibly distended now, tight rubber stretched over the bulge of all that piss.

Arthur crouched slightly so he was eye-level with Taka, grinning wide.

Arthur: “Fuck… look at you. Took it like a champ. You’re like a living keg of my special whiskey right now. Belly full of me.”

Arthur rubbed a gloved hand over the rounded swell of Taka’s stomach, pressing lightly, making Taka whimper.

Arthur: “You keep surprising me, pig. Every time I think you’ve hit your limit, you just open up wider.”

Taka looked up at him through the tiny eye holes, dazed, full, and completely blissed out.

Arthur leaned down and pressed a slow, possessive kiss to Taka’s piss-slick lips.

Arthur: “Good boy. Such a good fucking boy.”

_3_ARTHUR
Scene 1: Pride Party

Summer had arrived in full force, and with it came the city’s massive Pride celebration. The streets were alive, rainbow flags strung across every lamppost, music thumping from multiple stages, floats rolling slowly through the crowd. People danced, kissed, laughed, and showed off in every kind of outfit imaginable: harnesses, jocks, leather, latex, and everything in between.

For Dominion, Pride was the biggest promotional day of the year. The whole crew had suited up in full rubber, shiny black, marched together as a walking advertisement. Heads turned, phones came out, compliments and wolf-whistles followed them down the parade route.

Taka was right in the middle of it.

He wore one of his favorite suits, jet-black full-body rubber with the word PIG stamped in bold white across the chest. The hood covered everything except his mouth, tiny perforations let him see thru that latex layer. A thick leather collar sat snug around his neck, attached to a matching leash. Arthur held the other end, walking a half-step ahead, shoulders squared, radiating calm ownership.

The sun beat down hard. The rubber gleamed like liquid obsidian, catching every ray of light. Sweat had already started building inside Taka’s suit, but he barely noticed. Every tug on the leash sent a thrill through him. Arthur occasionally gave the chain a light pull, guiding him closer, showing him off to the crowd like prized property. People cheered, snapped photos, called out “Hot pig!” and “Sir’s got good taste!”

Taka felt exposed, proud, and completely owned, all at once. The music pulsed through his body, the flags fluttered overhead, and Arthur’s steady grip on the leash kept him grounded in the best way.

Scene 2: Take a Break

By mid-afternoon the energy had shifted. The sun was brutal, the music had dialed back to a lower volume, and parts of the crowd drifted off to find shade, food, or a cold drink. Some would come back when the sun dropped and the night parties kicked in.

Arthur gathered the Dominion crew near a side street.

Arthur: “Alright, everyone, great job out there. You all looked fucking killer. Heat’s getting to us though. Head back to the shop, help out at the bar. They’re probably slammed with Pride traffic. I’ll catch up soon.”

The crew nodded, a few wiping sweat from their hoods, and started the short walk back to Dominion.

Arthur turned to Taka, giving the leash a gentle tug.

Arthur: “We’re close to my place. Let’s take our break there instead. Come on, Taka.”

They walked the few blocks in comfortable silence, the leash still connecting them. Taka’s boots squeaked faintly with every step, rubber on rubber, slick with sweat.

Inside Arthur’s apartment, the AC hit like a blessing. They didn’t bother stripping yet. Arthur went straight to the fridge, pulled out two cans of cold soda, and dropped onto the big leather couch. Taka sat beside him, leash still dangling between them.

Arthur cracked both cans open and handed one over.

Arthur: “How you holding up? First time wearing full rubber outside in this kind of heat. You okay?”

Taka took a long sip, the cold fizz cutting through the warmth still trapped in his suit.

Taka: “I’m good. More than good. I had so much fun. Especially with you holding the leash the whole time. Felt… right.”

Arthur chuckled low, set his soda down, and leaned in. His lips found Taka’s, slow, deep, tasting faintly of soda and salt. Taka sighed into the kiss, melting against him.

When they parted, Taka kept talking, voice soft.

Taka: “It’s so weird and perfect at the same time. The suit really does feel like a second skin. And right now… it’s full of sweat. I can feel it pooling inside, especially around my feet and crotch.”

Arthur grinned, glancing down at his own boots.

Arthur: “Same here. My boots are basically little sweat pools. All that walking, the sun, the crowd staring… I’m pretty sure some of it’s precum too. Got hard half the parade just watching you strut on my leash.”

Taka’s cheeks went pink under the hood. His hand moved almost on instinct, sliding over the thick bulge in Arthur’s suit, rubbing slow circles.

Arthur let out a pleased rumble.

Arthur: “Look at you… already pent up after parading around like my shameless little pig in broad daylight.”

Arthur leaned closer, voice dropping to that familiar commanding register.

Arthur: “I was gonna peel this suit off and shower. But that’d be a waste. All this sweat, it’s just gonna go down the drain. And after what you did last time, drinking Taiga’s piss like a champ… I’m wondering if you’d rather drink mine instead.”

Taka’s breath caught.

Arthur: “I’m talking the sweat that’s been collecting in my boots all day. Salty, warm, straight from my feet. You’ve handled worse. Think you can take it?”

Taka swallowed hard. The words sounded less like a question and more like an order. His whole body shifted into that submissive headspace instantly.

Taka: “Yes, Sir. I can take it. I want to. And… after that, I’ll clean your whole body with my tongue. Like a proper slave should.”

Arthur’s eyes darkened. A slow, hungry smile spread across his face.

Arthur: “Fuck… good answer”

Arthur sat back slightly, legs spreading wider, boots planted firmly on the floor.

Arthur: “Then get ready. On your knees. We’re starting with the boots.”

Taka slid off the couch without hesitation, kneeling between Arthur’s legs, heart pounding, mouth already watering behind the rubber.

Scene 3: Drinking Sweat

Arthur: “Show me how bad you want it. Beg for your master’s sweat like the thirsty little slave you are.”

Taka’s voice came out low, needy, completely surrendered.

Taka: “Please, Sir… I want it so much. I want to taste you. All of you. Your sweat, your smell… let me drink it. Please reward me.”

Arthur let out a slow, satisfied hum.

Arthur: “That’s right. You’ve been such a good boy today, strutting on my leash, showing off for the whole city, taking everything I give you. So I’ll give you this treat.”

Arthur leaned forward slightly and gripped the top of one rubber boot. With a wet, sucking sound he pulled it free. The inside was drenched, sweat had pooled deep around his foot, making the boot noticeably heavy. Arthur tilted it over Taka’s hooded head.

A warm, steady stream poured out.

Sweat splashed across the black rubber of Taka’s hood, ran down his shoulders, chest, and thighs. It dripped off the suit in thick drops, collecting in a small, glistening puddle on the floor between his knees. The sharp, musky scent filled the air, salt, heat, man.

Arthur: “There we go. Now you’re properly marked. Covered in your master’s sweat. Look at that mess you’re making already.”

Taka shivered, the warm liquid soaking into every crease of his suit, mixing with his own sweat inside.

Arthur set the empty boot aside and reached for the second one. He tugged it off slowly, letting Taka hear the wet slosh inside. More sweat, thick, accumulated all day under the summer sun, sloshed against the rubber interior.

Arthur: “Open wide, now. Don’t spill a drop unless I say so.”

Taka tilted his head back obediently, lips parting as wide as the hood allowed.

Arthur tipped the boot.

A heavy stream of warm, salty sweat poured straight into Taka’s mouth. It hit his tongue in a rush, hot, bitter, intensely masculine. Taka swallowed fast, gulping down mouthful after mouthful. Some escaped the corners of his lips, running down his chin and dripping onto the floor to join the earlier puddle.

When the boot was empty, Arthur set it down with a soft thud.

Taka let out a long, shaky breath through his mouth, half sigh, half moan, chest rising and falling.

Arthur: “How’s it taste? Tell me.”

Taka licked his lips, voice hoarse but honest.

Taka: “Salty… strong. Really good, Sir. I like it. Thank you.”

Arthur chuckled, deep and pleased. He reached down and rubbed Taka’s hooded head like he was petting a well-behaved dog, firm, affectionate.

Arthur: “Good boy. That’s what I like to hear.”

Arthur leaned back on the couch, legs still spread, looking relaxed and in total control.

Arthur: “Alright. Time to clean up a little. Keep the suit on, go take a shower. Rinse the outside so you don’t track sweat all over the shop when we head back. The crew’s probably wondering where we disappeared to.”

Arthur paused, then gave Taka a slow, wicked wink.

Arthur: “But don’t get too comfortable. Tonight, after we’re back from Pride, you’re finishing what you promised. You’re going to clean every inch of me with that tongue. Head to toes. Every crease, every pit, even deep inside my ass. You’ll be nothing but my personal cleaning tool. Understand?”

Taka’s whole body flushed under the rubber. He nodded quickly, voice soft and submissive.

Taka: “Yes, Sir. I understand. I’ll clean you completely. Every part. Like a proper slave should.”

Arthur’s grin widened. He gave the leash a light tug, pulling Taka a little closer.

Arthur: “That’s my pig. Now go shower. We’ve got a party to get back to… and a long night ahead.”

Taka rose slowly, rubber creaking, sweat still dripping from the suit. He headed toward the bathroom, heart racing, already counting down the hours until he could drop to his knees again, this time with nothing between his tongue and Arthur’s skin.

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