Final story of the summer sequels! A sequel to Valentine's Day Gift Part I. Hope you enjoy!
The front door slams open as Jared enters the apartment, the familiar stench of stale beer and sweat assaulting his nostrils. He crinkles his nose in disgust, kicking off his shoes haphazardly.
"Yo roomie!" Kent calls out from the living room, sprawled lazily on the couch. "How was work today?"
Jared plops down heavily beside him with a weary sigh. "Same old same old. You?"
How could he going to explain to Kent that a majority of this thoughts centered on a sex toy? It had been a week since he wore that damn suit and yet it remained at the forefront of his mind. All other thoughts- pertaining to work, pertaining to Amanda- were just drowned out.
"Eh, you know me," Kent replies with a lazy shrug, scratching his belly. "Bumming around, looking for a job. Maybe I'll get lucky and score some cash tonight at the casino." He gives Jared a sly wink.
Maybe I should wear it again? Will it feel even better the second time? Why haven't I worn it again? What actually happened that night?
In one night that damn suit seemed to have done more damage than he could've anticipated. His relationship with Amanda seemed over. He hadn't seen his friends. His work was suffering.
"Wh-what? Sorry, spaced out for a bit." Jared shook his head, "Don't you think you should focus on getting a job instead of blowing your money at the casino?"
Kent lets out a loud belch, scratching his unshaven chin. "God you're no fun. But speakin' of cash… you hear about that new sex suit everyone's wearing these days?"
Jared shifts uncomfortably on the couch, feeling a flush creep up his neck. "Um, no, can't say that I have…"
"Dude, it's crazy!" Kent continues enthusiastically, oblivious to Jared's discomfort. "Apparently it makes everything feel ten times better. Like, mind-blowingly good. I saw a video where this chick came just from trying to put it on!"
Jared swallows hard, his heart pounding. He tries to play it cool, but his voice comes out strained. "That's uh, that's pretty wild…"
Kent nods eagerly, "Totally! Oh man, I'd love to get my hands on one of those bad boys." He sighs wistfully, "Can you imagine? You'd never want to take it off!"
Jared forces a laugh, trying to hide the nervousness creeping into his tone. "Ha, yeah, I bet." His palms grow sweaty as he rubs them on his pants, "Sounds pretty intense."
Kent leans forward, his eyes lighting up. "Oh man, and get this - apparently people are making bank just by wearing these suits and posting it! People actually pay to watch that shit." He grins, rubbing his hands together greedily. "Talk about a sweet gig, am I right?"
Jared feels his stomach twist into knots, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. He tries to keep his expression neutral, but his voice cracks slightly. "Wow, really? That's uh, that's quite the business model…"
"Right?" He laughs, giving Jared a playful punch on the shoulder, "I wouldn't mind that kinda job, you agree?"
Jared's dick throbs with pleasure for a moment, "Uh ye- no... I don't know..." He sighs and glances around the apartment, avoiding Kent's gaze.
"Right... Well, anyway, I um, I may have forgotten to mention, but I might be a little short on rent this month. Unless I win big tonight!" Kent chuckles.
Jared feels a twinge of irritation, but it's quickly overshadowed by an unfamiliar sense of indifference. Normally, he'd be livid at Kent's irresponsibility. But lately, Kent doesn't really bother him as much. With a casual shrug, he waves off Kent's concern.
"No worries, man. I've got you covered this time."
Kent's eyes widen in surprise, a grateful smile spreading across his face. "Really? Dude, you're a lifesaver!"
Jared nods absently, his mind already drifting elsewhere. "Sure, sure. No problem." He stands abruptly, stretching his arms overhead with a yawn. "Anyway, I'm gonna head to my room for a bit."
With that, he turns and ambles towards his bedroom, leaving a confused Kent staring after him. As Jared closes the door behind him, he leans against it heavily, his heart racing. The mere mention of the Pleasure Suit has him on edge.
"I need… I need to get rid of it…" He breaths, but his head hurts, he feels sweat forming on his brow. When did it get so hot?
He runs a hand through his hair, pacing the small space of his room. "Get it together, Jared," he mutters to himself, trying to shake off the unsettling feelings swirling within him. "It's just a stupid sex toy. Nothing to get worked up over." But even as the words leave his lips, he knows they ring hollow.
Before he can talk himself out of it, Jared strides purposefully to his closet and pulls out the sleek black case containing the suit. His hands tremble slightly as he opens it, revealing the glossy latex interior. His fingers trace reverently over the smooth, cool surface of the suit, a visible shudder running through his body. Kent's words replay over in his head. The images flash through his mind - faceless figures writhing in ecstasy, their bodies glistening with sweat beneath the skintight latex. He imagines himself among them, lost in a sea of pleasure, all inhibitions stripped away…
"Fuck…" he groans, his dick tenting in his pants. With shaking hands, he strips off his clothing and carefully lifts the suit from its resting place, "Just one more time," he whispers, his resolve crumbling. "One more time and then I'll get rid of it…" He tries to convince himself as he lies in bed with the suit, "I shouldn't… I don't…"
And it starts. The latex wrapping around his feet, adhering seamlessly to his skin. He gasps sharply as it envelops each toe, the material pulsating gently and sending tingling jolts of electricity shooting up his calves.
"Oh god…" he moans weakly, squirming.
He feels it crawl methodically up his legs, coating his skin, conforming to every curve and hollow. It leaves nothing untouched—no pore, no nerve ending ignored.
"Fuck..." He throws his head back, his mouth opened in a silent moan, "Wh-why..." It feels different this time- somehow even more intense.
When it hits his inner thighs, Jared bucks involuntarily with a strangled cry. His cock throbs urgently, desperate for attention as the latex teases maddeningly close to his straining erection.
"Please…" Jared begs, his voice ragged with need. He tries desperately to reach for his aching cock, but the latex has already crept up to his shoulders, immobilizing his arms at his sides. He squirms helplessly, his muscles straining against the unyielding embrace of the suit.
It's torturous, being denied the relief of his own touch. The latex continues its inexorable ascent, now blanketing his chest, squeezing his nipples into stiff peaks. Each brush against the sensitive buds sends shockwaves straight to his painfully erect cock.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!" Jared wails, his hips bucking frantically into empty air. Tears of frustration prick at the corners of his eyes, "Let me... Nnnnhggaaahhh!"
Jared groans as he feels a slim appendage slide between his ass cheeks and breach his tight hole with startling ease. It burrows deep inside him, stretching and filling him. Instinctively, he tries to grind back against the intrusion, desperate for more stimulation, but the suit has him completely immobilized now.
"Aaahhnnn! Oh god oh fuck yes!" he cries out shamelessly, all dignity abandoned. His eyes roll back in bliss as it begins to stimulate his prostate.
"Gonna… gonna cum… pleeeease!" he sobs brokenly, reduced to a babbling mess. But the suit denies him that sweet release, keeping him suspended in agony-inducing ecstasy, "N-no more… I can't… it's too much!" Jared wails.
But the relentless onslaught of sensation shows no signs of abating. If anything, it seems to be growing more intense, more targeted, as if the suit is learning his body's responses and exploiting them mercilessly.
The suit climbs steadily up Jared's neck, coiling possessively around his throat. He tilts his head back with a shuddering moan, knowing what's coming next. The latex slithers over his parted lips, forcing his mouth into a lewd O-shape.
But before the inevitable happens, the door bursts open. "Yo, roomie, you decent?" Kent calls out, strolling into the room without knocking.
Jared freezes, eyes wide with panic as he stares helplessly at Kent. Drool leaking around the gag in his mouth.
Kent stops dead in his tracks, blinking in confusion at the scene before him. "Whoa, dude… what the hell?" Kent throws his head back, guffawing loudly at the absurd sight. "Holy shit... you had one of these things? And here I thought you weren't kinky." He grins, sauntering closer to inspect his latex-clad roommate, "Damn, they weren't kidding about how intense it is!" His eyes move to Jared's straining, latex cock.
Jared squirms futilely, his face burning with humiliation. But Kent just waves off his embarrassment with a grin.
"Relax, man, I ain't gonna judge. Hell, I'm kinda jealous you got your hands on one of these bad boys before me!" He saunters closer, eyeing the suit appreciatively.
"Y'know how I was mentioning all the cash people were making off filming themselves," Kent muses, rubbing his chin. "All those pervs online would pay big bucks to see someone lose their minds in one of these." Kent grins mischievously, "I've been thinking of how'd I make some cash off this if I ever got my hands on one of these." He muses, "What if you, dressed in that suit, do everyday stuff around the apartment? Like you take orders and shit. People love that submissive shit. We put it up online, charge folks to watch." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, "Could be fun, right?"
Jared's eyes widen in shock, his mind reeling at the audacity of the suggestion. But before he can formulate a response, the suit finishes its conquest, sealing itself fully around his head with a soft hiss. The world narrows to a tunnel of black latex, his senses hyper-focused on the relentless pleasure coursing through his veins.
In an instant, a message appears, suspended in the darkness behind Jared's sealed eyelids:
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OWNER: Kent Fields.......USER SYNC: 100% ………………
USER PREFERENCES:.......Domestic Servant.......Submission Training………………DIRECTIVES:.......Wear suit at all times unless otherwise specified.......Prepare Owner's meals daily.......Keep shared spaces clean and tidy.......Follow Owner's every command without hesitation.......Display arousal while performing tasks.......Consent to filming exhibitionistic content for Owner's profit..........DIRECTIVE STATUS: ACTIVE
A single tear rolls down Jared's latex-sealed cheek as he absorbs the implications. In his pleasure-fogged mind, it's already difficult to resist the pull of compliance.
"So... is that a deal?" Kent raises an eyebrow, "Cause I really need a sandwich."
The suit pulses around Jared's body, as if savoring his submission. With that, Jared's legs tremble as he rises unsteadily to his feet, the suit supporting his weight. He sways slightly, disoriented, before the suit guides him towards the kitchen with a gentle tug.
"Fuck yeah, looks like I got my answer!" Kent grins, "Oh shit... Wait! I need to grab my camera!"
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