Chris doesn’t remember the last morning he woke up without latex.
It’s no longer something he puts on. It’s something he lives in.
The red rubber rests against his skin like a second identity, smooth, flawless, perfectly shaped to his body. When he rises from his bed, the material tightens across his chest, compressing his muscles just enough to remind him of its presence. Of its purpose. Every breath expands against it. Every movement makes it gleam under the soft morning light.
He watches himself in the mirror for a moment.
Strong.
Disciplined.
Belonging.
He smiles.
At the gym, he’s not alone. Everywhere he looks, the same perfection surrounds him. Glossy bodies moving in harmony. Latex stretching across flexing arms, tightening over powerful thighs. When Jack approaches him, there’s no need for words. The firm grip of his hand on Chris’s waist says everything. Approval. Encouragement. Ownership in the most comforting way possible.
Chris responds instantly. His posture straightens. His breathing deepens. His body reacts as naturally as if it had always been designed this way.
Afterward, they sit together, sharing quiet conversation, protein shakes in hand. The latex creaks softly as Chris shifts on the stool, his thighs pressing together, the material hugging him tightly. He can feel every part of himself enhanced, amplified, made visible.
Seen.
Later, in the privacy of his room, he pulls the full suit over himself again. The rubber slides into place with perfect precision, sealing him inside its flawless surface. His hands move across his torso slowly, feeling the tension, the smoothness, the absolute control.
He doesn’t question it anymore.
He embraces it.
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If you lived Chris’s life, feeling the latex guide you, shape you, and define you… would you resist it… or would you willingly become exactly what it wants you to be?
