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LISTING: LATEX CATSUIT

PRICE: $10

Latex catsuit needs a new home. Suit requires some muscle definition to fit right. Full body back zipper, front crotch zipper. Comes with matching gear if you’re up to it 😈

Chris looked at the listing photo of the suit for hours, not sure if he should follow through. The suit was at a remarkably low price compared to any other listing he’s seen but something seemed off about it. He considered the suit might be damaged or that the owner was running a scam so after favoriting the post to save for later, he closed out of the window.

That night Chris couldn’t fall asleep. He tossed and turned in his bed, in a trance somewhere between waking and sleep thinking about the suit. He was at it for ours, grinding against the bed at the thought of the suit. He had never owned one of the things, mainly because it was an expensive but for a college student still figuring out his sexuality, but the low price became something he couldn’t over come. Temptation got the best of him around 3am when he shot up in the dark, opened his computer and sent a message to the seller.

“Hi. Is the listing still available?” He typed the message a few times before deciding to send it. But at a price like that he had a feeling that the thing would already be sold and worn by now to the buyer who had the guts to take the chance. The deal good and gone. Mr.Grey probably wouldn’t answer anyway.

When Chris woke in the morning the first notification on his phone screen was from a Mr.Grey.

“Yes it’s still available. When are you able to pick it up?” -Mr. Grey

A pained feeling shot through Chris’s stomach. He couldn’t tell if the feeling was butterflies or the panicked nerves of someone stepping out into the unknown. He never thought the man would respond and definitely not that he would have to pick it up.

“I was hoping for it to be shipped?” -Chris

“Sorry boy. If you want the suit you’re gonna have to pick it up in person. Don’t do delivery. Gotta make sure this latex gets to the right home.” -Mr.Grey

With a frustrated tap, Chris tapped on Mr.Grey’s profile icon. He was an older man with salt and pepper hair, brown stern eyes and a stubbly firm jaw.

Fuck. Chris’s cock started to her hard in his tight rugby shorts, the fabric pulling taught and pushing back against his erect dick. The man was incredibly sexy in a stern way. His eyes a disapproving dare through the screen of Chris’s turned on state.

“Deal. I can come Friday afternoon,”- Chris

“See you then,” -Mr Grey

Friday afternoon couldn’t come soon enough. Chris waited in anticipation. It was all he could think about. During his lectures, during practice, and in his dreams the image of the man offering the latex suit haunted him. The nights leading up to Friday he rarely got full sleep, waking up in a horny sweat needing to assuage his cock back down so he could get back to bed.

But just like that, Chris found himself walking up the stairs of Mr.Grey’s apartment. The building was a modern take on the brick brownstones in the area, painted a cool grey in contrast from the other warmer palleted houses next door. Chris knocked hesitantly.

After a few seconds he could hear heavy footsteps walking down the stairs just inside getting closer to the front door. With the twist of the dead bolt the same man from the picture opened up the door. He was bigger than Chris thought, taking up most of the doorframe and definitely taller than his image made him look. Mr. Grey had to slightly hunch over, resting his elbow on the inner frame. He was dressed as Chris’s expected this kinky mystery man to be. A tight white button down shirt that showed off his large pecs, black dress pants tightly held at the waist by a leather belt and a red leather motorcyle jacket. Chris looked up at the man looming over him and slightly gulped. Even though he was on the uni’s rugby team and had come to squares with lots of masculine men in his time, no one gave off the energy that Mr.Grey did.

“Hello you must be Chris?” Mr. Grey asked, extending his hand for a shake.

Chris smiled nervously. “Yes sir.” Grabbing his hand and giving it a firm shake.

Mr. Grey chuckled. “No need for such formalities. Just call me grey,” he said through a smirk.

“Well, here you go,” grey said handing Chris a large cardboard box he had stowed away just on the other side of the door.

Chris tucked the box under his arm and used his free hand to give Grey the $10 he owed.

“Thanks.” Chris said awkwardly not knowing what to do next.

“Have a good day son,” Grey muttered as he backed away from the door, slowly closing it on Chris.

Chris turned around and began his walk home with a wave goodbye.

When Chris got back to his apartment he was half hard and immediately locked his bedroom door. He striped quickly down to his socks and opened the box with a sharp pair of scissors. His cock at the sight of the suit was rock hard, the tip shiny with precum.

Sitting on top of the latex on thick paper was a note. “Hope you enjoy the suit and extra goodies. Make sure to send me a picture to show that you are satisfied with all the items on. And for best use I recommend wearing all the items in the box on the first go. Even the one in that velvet bag. ~Chris.

Chris took all the items out of the box. First, a red leather harness with matching arm bands, wrist bands and thigh bands. They each felt heavy to the touch and included a D ring on their sides. Next the neck entry latex suit. Then at the bottom, a pair of red rubber motorcyle boots and tucked beneath that, a small velvet bag.

Chris stood in front of his spoils hungry to try everything on. What was laid out on the bed in front of him was like a wet dream come true. A few months ago, he couldn’t fathom ever owning gear like this and now it’s fallen right into his lap.

Chris read the note again, his hands drawn to the small black velvet bag he had yet to open. His mind raced with the possibilities of what it could be. But there was only one way to find out.

He gasped with excitement, when he opened the bag, pulling on the strings of the pouch to reveal a solid black chastity cage with a key. He secretly had always wanted to try being caged but because of rugby and his general horniness he never ended up buying one. He had seen them all. Metal ones and plastic ones. Ones with electro attachements and entire belts but never one like throw. but as long as he had the key it would be fine. A little test run. Chris grabbed some ice from the fridge, nakedly running through his kitchen with his empty hand over his dick and retreated back to his room where he ran the cubes along his shaft. He cursed and winced at the feeling but it caused his 8 inch hard on to go down to a flaccid 5 which is what he needed. With a slight tremble of excitement to his hands, he shoved his balls into the metal ring of the cage and stuffed his cock into the black tube. The thing sat weird on his junk but pressing down on the contraption, the bar adjusted itself with a robotic whirl pressing snugly against his body and then up, squeezing the tube into the balls and firmly around his sack. A blue light on the top flashed and went solid with a beep. Chris tugged on the thing. It wasn’t going anywhere and the device reacted accordingly, getting snugger by the retraction of the metal bar any time he got even remotely close to loosening it from his member.

Chris without thinking set the key down on his nightstand. In his excitement he forgot to try to unlock the device or even look for a key hole. But there were more pressing horny matters at hand.

He slid his feet first into the latex suit. The thing clung to him like a smooth second skin. He worked the suit up his body, rubbing against his caged cock that now pulsed and throbbed inside his cage. The feeling rested in his gut. An aching in his balls that felt right.

Chris jumped slightly, shimmying his large ass into the suit, then pulled up on the rubber. Next he lifted the rest up to his neck and shoved his arms in the sleeves. The latex did miracles to his form. While he was already very muscular, the suit accentuated all that was masculine about him and made him look even more muscular than before. With the pull of a chord, he zipped the suit up in the back and with a slight metallic zap of a magnet the zipper reached its home at the top of his neck.

Finally, to complete the look, he slipped on the tight rubber motorcycle shoes along with the leather straps and harness. He pulled them as tight as he could, buckling them securely. It felt as if he was in a big kinky hug. He had to take a slight breather at the sight of himself in the mirror. His caged cock jumping to be erect but stopped by the metal prison he put himself in.

Just as he was told, he lifted his phone and took a picture in the mirror.

“Well safe to say I’m a satisfied customer! The gear feels great. Even the cage.” -Chris

+attached 1 photo

“You look good in it boy. How do you feel?”- Grey

“I feel fucking great. Horny. A dream come true of mine to own something like this. But can I ask? Why only $10? It’s in great condition.” -Chris

Mr. Grey took a second to respond, a thing that made a knot form at the bottom of Chris’s stomach.

“Boy you have no idea what you have done putting on my gear.” -Grey

Chris nervously went to type something back before throwing his phone on the bed. A sick feeling encompassed him. Mr. Grey had seemed nice when they met but not all Chris got when he pictured the man was something sketchy and dark.

Chris reached for the harness on his chest to start taking the gear off but it wouldn’t budge. The buckle he used to secure it tight to his frame wouldn’t move. He tried the arm bands and no luck either.

“Hey do the buckles get stuck often?”-Chris

Chris typed back panicked.

“Only when I want them to.” -Mr.Grey

At that response, Chris was ready to get out of the gear. His hands fumbled with the zipper on the back of his neck, every time he seemed to grab it and pull there was no response. The thing was stuck too. None of the gear would budge. The only zipper he could find that did was the crotch to add zipper at the bottom of his suit.

His hurried panic to get out of the latex was stopped in its tracks by another notification from his phone from Mr.Grey.

“By now you might have noticed that you are safe and secured in the suit. As you put each item on the metallic zap of a magnet kept everything in place, even the suit. This is all controlled by an app on my phone as well as access to the cage you foolishly stuffed your cock into.”- Mr.Grey

Chris couldn’t believe what he was reading. It felt like something out of a bad kinky dream or a shitty sci-fi novel. He pulled the ass to crotch zipper and tried tugging on his caged cock. The thing wouldn’t move even an inch. Aside from the general terror he felt, he also could feel his cock hard as a rock in the steel. A betrayal of the mind and body.

“You stupidly accepted my $10 lure and put on the cage before even noticing the key that came doesn’t have a lock hole on the device to go into. But don’t worry. It’ll all be worth it…” -Mr.Grey

“Worth it for me at least. You… not so much. Your right to cum and your freedom are worth a lot more than that.” -Mr. grey

“Dude stop playing. I know where you live. I’m coming over and beating your ass if you don’t let me go now.” -Chris

“Unfortunately I’m out of town at the moment but you can come over when I get back in a week and beg for your release. In the meantime enjoy the suit. I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you.” -Mr.Grey

Suddenly a hard shock ran through Chris’s cock and balls sending him kneeling to the floor. With a load groan he cupped his groin and gritted his teeth.

“Did you enjoy the shock? Misbehave and look forward to more in your future. And I better not see any damage to the suit or other gear when I get back or you will be in a world full of pain and in that cock cage forever. In the mean time to entertain me I have some things for you to do… but more on that tomorrow.” -Mr.Grey

“Fuck you.” -Chris

Another zap coursed through Chris, this time fore severe leaving his doubled over on his bedroom floor.

“Goodnight boy.” -Mr. Grey.

Chris laid on the floor in shock thinking about this new life he has stumbled into. He had no idea how he was going to hide his especially from the rugby team.

The next day after a rough sleep Chris sent a picture of him and his suit under normal clothes to Mr.Grey upon request. He was lucky it was winter and he could just get away with wearing a jumper.

“Good boy.” -Mr.Grey

As Chris read the text a warm vibration sensation emanated from his cage. Chris’s skin flushed and he bit his lip. Fuck… that felt good.

*this is a game of thrones AU so nothing actually matches up with the actual cannon storyline lmao.

Jaime Lannister sawed his thick bulging cock in and out of a pumpkin. Each thrust was deliberate, pushing through the orange exterior in controlled, practiced motions. The satisfying resistance around the edges of the hole met his cock. releasing a subtle spray of pumpkin seeds as he worked.

Beneath the shroud of early morning fog, Jaime mounted the squash, its surface yielding beneath him. The weight of his armor pressed down, the joints emitting a faint symphony of creaks and rattles as he moved, each sound lost in the mist. A low, guttural groan escaped him, mingling with the damp air, a testament to the urgency that drove him. Time was of the essence; his troops would soon rouse from slumber, and the pumpkin field was located close to camp.

He wasn’t going be known as the pumpkin fucker who led the siege on Winterfell. A sly grin crept across Jaime's face as he contemplated Winterfell. Hidden from all, he held a trump card, a secret of immense power—the esteemed King in the North, Robb Stark, now his captive. This newfound leverage bestowed upon him a considerable advantage over the Stark family, a fact known to none but himself.

Jaime understood the delicate dance he now faced. While extracting what he needed, he recognized the necessity of being strategic. Inflicting wounds might become part of the process, but nothing beyond the realm of calculated necessity. For he harbored yet another undisclosed secret, one that would further sway the course of events.

Jaime Lannister's mind painted a vivid scene of dominance, envisioning Robb Stark beneath him. Their sweaty armor clad persons thrusting into each other. The clash of their bodies sent tremors through the earth, the leather of Robb's tunic rasping against the gritty ground, a hapless pumpkin crushed beneath their combined force. Jaime thrusted into the pumkin harder and faster, its gust smearing themselves across his wet cock. Precum dripped into the center of the pumpkin mixing with its innards. He moaned with pleasure, his cock going over a few hard seeds. He wished this pumpkin was the king of the north and what he wanted more than anything was to make the king of the north give him an heir.

He heaved the cum filled pumpkin into his arms, its weight settling against his chest before he deftly tossed it into the chest held by the squire stationed beside his horse, just beyond the field's edge.

"Make sure the prisoner has a taste of pumpkin stew tonight," Jaime commanded with a decisive tone.

"Yes, sir," the squire acknowledged, eyes lowered, and he began to make his way through the woods toward camp, cradling the pumpkin in his grasp. A subtle trail of cum dripped from the vegetable and marked his path, a testament to the cargo's contents.

As he swung himself into the saddle, Jaime felt the gentle bounce against the leather. With a firm grip on the reins, he guided his horse into the wooded expanse, the rhythmic clop of hooves echoing through the silent morning.

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The night air bore a crisp bite as Jaime sauntered up to the imposing wooden cage, nestled at the camp's outer edge. The structure was a hodgepodge of planks, poles, and thick ropes, each element knit together in a crude but effective manner. The prison exuded an eerie glow beneath the flickering light of nearby torches, flanking two vigilant guards. Jaime's calloused hands found their place on the hilt of his leather-bound sword, a silent directive to the sizable blade at his side.

"Leave the prisoner with me," he rumbled, his voice laced with gravel.

"And who are you?" queried one of the guards, drawing his sword from its scabbard.

"I am Ser Jaime Lannister, the king slayer," he declared, emerging from the shadows.

The guards nodded in recognition, returning their weapons to their sheaths before stepping away from the cage. Jaime approached the door, surveying the area with a practiced caution. He shut the door behind him, the faint click echoing in the night air. A hushed cough served as his signal of entry.

"Well, if it isn't the 'King of the North'," Jaime jeered, addressing the restless and soot-streaked figure of Robb Stark, ensnared within the cage. Ropes bound his arms tightly behind him to a sturdy pole, while an iron collar kept his neck tethered to the same unforgiving post. "Are you savoring the accommodations?"

The atmosphere was charged with tension as Robb Stark defiantly flung a chunk of split at Jaime's leather-clad boots. "It insults me that you feel the need to ask that every time," he retorted, a spark of rebellion glinting in his eyes.

Jaime's response was swift and decisive. His sword, stained with the marks of battle, gleamed menacingly in the torchlight. The blade found its place at Robb's throat, a chilling reminder of their stark power dynamic. With a firm grip, he tilted Robb's chin upward, exposing his vulnerable throat. "It is you who has insulted me. You filth," Jaime hissed, punctuating his words with a contemptuous spit that traced a cruel path down Robb's dirt-smeared face.

"Did dinner taste good?" Jaime inquired, his voice carrying a touch of mockery.

"Like shit," Robb retorted, a mix of defiance and resignation in his tone.

"And yet you still ate it," Jaime observed, a twisted grin twisting his lips. "Like a dog commanded by its owner, you force yourself to yield to my command. You even wear a collar."

Robb's gaze met Jaime's with a potent mixture of disgust and defiance. His cheeks flushed crimson, smeared with a layer of grime.

"So what did they feed you?" Jaime queried, pacing deliberately around the cage's central post, the sword dragging with deliberate menace. "Slop? Oats? The refuse they give to the pigs?"

"No. Pumpkin stew," Robb confessed, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "It seems you have traitors in your midst. There's always someone willing to feed the King in the North."

The night air was alive with the song of crickets, their symphony providing a fitting backdrop to the charged silence that hung between Jaime and Robb. Their eyes locked, a moment of unspoken understanding passing between them.

With deliberation, Jaime descended to one knee, the metal of his armor pressing into the damp earth. He seized the leather tunic, its fabric clinging snugly to Robb's well-defined chest, ensnared beneath the straps securing his fur cloak. "There will be no traitors on my watch. Now... let's peel away some of that misplaced dignity, perhaps then you'll see reason," Jaime declared, firm grip on the leather, a small knife in his other hand. The straps holding the cloak together yielded to the blade's edge, and the fur cascaded to the ground in a muted thud.

"Feeling a bit cooler now, aren't you? That matted fur did no justice to your handsome face," Jaime taunted, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in closer to his captive.

Robb met Jaime's gaze, then his eyes flickered down to his lips. He seemed on the brink of saying something, but then thought better of it, closing his mouth with a swift, resolute motion.

Jaime smiled. He thought of his pumpkin from earlier and then the stew that was served to his prisoner. His seed was already inside the king of the north. It was in his mouth and down his throat and now somewhere in his stomach. He leaned in closer, gripping the rope harness tied tightly around his pecks.

Robb suddenly leaned in and layed a warm kiss on Jaime’s lips. “Mmmhhhh you had Turkey tonight didn’t you?” Robb said smiling.

Jaime grinned with an edge of maliciousness. “I’m going to fuck your cunt until you give me an heir.”

Jaime dug his leather gloved hands under Robb’s tunic and ripped the laces of the chest seam apart in one strong motion. The tunic billowed open to reveal a strong and hairy chest. His pecks, covered in dirt and scars, shinned as it caught the torch light.

“You look so charming in your armor,” Robb moaned as Jaime kissed his neck.

“And you look like a bitch in bonds.” Jaime moaned under sweaty breath.

“Take your armor off so I can feel your skin.” Robb begged.

“I do not take orders from an ingrate.” Jaime barked.

Jaime walked around and untied the rope from a round the pole making sure to leave Robb’s hands bound tightly behind his back.

“If you get into position I might take my armor off.” Jaime whispered.

“I will not be fucked from behind like one of your whores. I want to look at you while you do it.” Robb begged.

“I will not have that disrespect.” Jaime said slapping Robb across the face with his gloved hand.

Robb recoiled in shock.

“I will fuck you like a whore because that’s what you are to me. A whore. You have to be a whore to eat cum from a knight and by now the cum I put in that stew you ate should be in your stomach.” Jaime said menacingly. “So flip before I put you in the stocks.”

Robb flipped to his stomach slowly. He got on his knees and put his head to the dirt.

Jaime took his knife once more and cut a slit in Robb’s pants. “I’m going to fuck you like a whore tonight and you shall bear my child.”

Jaime took off his right glove and stuck his fingers in his mouth, coating them with spit.

“Do not cum inside me. I am the king of the North!” Robb Stark moaned. Jaime’s bear finger slipping into Robb’s hole.

Robb scrunched his eyes and let out a soft groan.

“I am going to cum inside you like I cum inside the common slut I fuck in a whore house.” Jaime whispered into Robb’s ear while sticking another finger inside.

Robb arched his back, his ass into the air. His hands tightly pinned to his back by rope and his face smooshed into the ground.

Jaime thrusted his fingers in and out of Robb’s sweaty hole. His two fingers stretching his ass wide for his massive cock. He straddled Robb’s ass and reached down to his belt, undoing the leather strap. The leather strap holding the sword to his waist fell the the ground. And as soon as his belt fell so did his pants. The king slayer knight knelt at the ass of Robb Stark, his long time enemy. The metal Tasset armor around his waist framed his thick cock dripping with precum. His thick bush creating a trail from his cock to up under his gilded metal breastplate. A thick silver cock ring sat snuggly around the base of his cock and balls engraved with the symbol of a lion. His muscular legs hugged the outside of the Stark’s thighs, his cock positioned at his conquests hole.

Jaime took his knife and threw it to the side. He took the fingers he had stuffed inside Robb’s hole and used the saliva mixture to lube his cock. His hand made his way up and down his shaft as he pressed his cock’s head on Robb’s hole.

“Now to unite our houses.” Jaime thrusted into Robb’s hole and let out a groan. This was a feeling he had never felt before only laying with women’s and definitely better than a pumpkin. He bit into his lip and nodded his head back.

Robb’s hands clenched, gripping onto the rope his hands were bound in.

The two started to quietly moan in the night as Jaime continued to bucking to Robb like a wild animal. His thrusts were hard and aggressive, grunting with each push and moaning with each exit.

Robb’s face, smeared with mud, pressed itself across the ground. His mouth open and moaning. Panting in heat.

Jaime could feel his cock getting harder, his cock ring trapping the blood in his shaft and head. It was like he was going to explode.

Robb began to moan louder. Worlds slipping out of his mouth. “Pl- plea- h-“ he moaned.

“What was that? What are you begging me for?” Jaime said in between breaths.

“Har- harder! Please! Harder!” Robb yelled.

Jaime smiled picking up the pace. He moved his hands up Robb’s hips to the robe bound hands at his back and yanked the prisoner up.

Robb’s back arched, his face lifting from the ground.

“I want your seed inside me king slayer!” Robb moaned.

Jaime continued to thrust wildly into Robb, his hair becoming tangled and sweaty. His armor clinked and crashed together rhythmically. Jaime reached for the iron collar around Robb’s neck and pulled the chain.

Robb let out a choking nose, his back arched and his head leaning back.

Jaime leaned in for a kiss as he thrusted. Their mouths colliding. Robb was hungry and wanted more and Jaime was willing to give. He let go of Robb’s hands and stayed holding the chain firmly locked around the metal collar.

Robb grinned in delight. His mouth agape and drooling.

Suddenly Jaime felt his seed start to boil up his shaft. He knew he was going to cum soon. He continued thrusting. Harder this time. Making each thrust deeper and more aggressive. He could feel his cock pressed up against Robb’s insides.

With one final thrust Jaime let go of Robb’s collar and the two fell to the floor. Jaime’s weight trapping Robb underneath him. Jaime’s cum pumped deep inside Robb. His eyes rolled back and his toes curled. He let out a loud gasp and a moan.

The two panted relentlessly, their bodies intertwined.

“I hope you taste my cum in your guts and your stomach.” Jaime Lannister said kneeling with a grin on his face.

Robb Stark turned around and sat up against the pole. His knees pinned against his body, his chest covered in dirt.

“What are you hiding slut. Do I need to breed you again?” Jaime inquired.

Robb looked up tired and horny. His face flushed with red.

“Open your legs.” Jaime demanded.

Robb slowly opened his legs to reveal his hard cock throbbing under his pants. It poked out from underneath the leather, dripping in precum. The head of his thick cock raw and sensitive.

“Well Well Well… let me take care of that for you. Stand up. Against the pole.” Jaime commanded.

Robb stood up against the pole, his legs spread and his pants at his ankles. His cock flopped out, a rope of pre cum dripping onto the dirt floor. Jaime grabbed Robb’s dick in his hands and let it get soft. Then he grabbed the metal cocking off his cock and shoved Robb’s dick and balls through the loop. The cock ring fit snugly against his skin and Robb’s cock started to get hard again. This time even bigger and more sensitive. Jaime began to rub his hand up and down Robb’s shaft. Robb threw his head back, banging it against the pole, in pleasure.

It only took a minute for Robb to cum. I guess when your a prisoner without the access’s to his hands you don’t end up fucking a lot,Jaime thought to himself.

Robb came into Jaime’s gloved hand in a large glob of white spunk.

“Are you ready for desert?” Jaime said grinning holding the puddle of cum up to Robb’s lips. Robb hesitantly opened his mouth and looked into Jaime’s eyes. Jaime tilted his hand up to his lips and let the cum drip into Robb’s mouth.

“Lick my glove clean.” Jaime commanded.

Robb slathered his tongue over the leather until it was clean.

“Good boy.” Jaime said before landing a slap across Robb Stark’s face sending him crashing to the floor. He then pulled up his pants and secured the leather belt that held his sword around his waist and went for the door.

He looked back at his conquest and smiled. The king of the north… found with his pants around his waist, cum drooling from bus dick and a Lannister cock ring around his manhood. And just like that the war would be won.

“When I win this war maybe I can move this cage into my personal quarters.” Jaime said shutting the cage door. “Along with you in it.”