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The last piece of tape goes over the nose.

It all started with a question.

"Why is everyone so into rubber lately?"

Jack asked it between bites of his sandwich, seated at the boardroom table while dusk bled into the windows behind them. He didn’t expect Craig to answer it with silence… and a slow unbuttoning of his white dress shirt.

Beneath? Jet black latex. Glossy, skintight, poured-on perfection that clung to every muscle on Craig’s tall, powerful frame. Jack blinked, stunned. The gleam. The smell. The tension. Craig stood before him like a vision from some forbidden dream.

"Touch it," Craig whispered, voice low, velvet-dark.

Jack couldn’t resist. His fingers landed on the suit and traced it down Craig’s chest, watching how the light slid across the rubber like water. He felt it - the tightness, the pressure, the slick heat building between them. Craig pulled him close, their lips colliding in a kiss that was more than hunger. It was conversion.

With each second Jack kissed deeper, something shifted inside him. Thoughts softened. Obedience bloomed. A hunger to *serve*, to feel that rubber on his own skin. Craig’s hand slid to Jack’s spine, gripping him tightly.

Because Craig had learned something about his suit.

Every man he turned... every man who submitted to the rubber... *restored* him. Youth returned to his face. Strength surged in his limbs. And Jack? Jack would be the first.

When Jack peeled off his shirt and let Craig guide him into his own latex skin, it wasn't just a change. It was a rebirth. He dropped to his knees, glazed in black rubber, the first of many.

Craig turned back toward the window - toward *you* - lips curling into a smirk.

You're next. 😈💦🔥