Heavy Rubber and Bondage - Mark & Rubber Bug

Sweet Rubbery Dreams Part1of3: My buddy in that thick rubber gear, the one who keeps his face hidden, swung by for an overnight stay not long ago. He'd been itching to pile on several layers of his rubber stuff and get locked down spread-eagle on my fresh padded setup right on the floor. If you've caught my old clips of this platform, you might recall me mentioning I threw it together for a pal who was set on spending the night encased in his rubber. Yeah, that's him. Like I go over in the video, his gear comes from this site called Hydro Glove, but it's shut down now. From what I figure, the dude behind it was some twisted diver type who crafted custom-molded rubber outfits and hawked them online and on eBay. Sucks, 'cause I'd have grabbed a few pieces myself. Anyway, my friend snagged a bunch of those suits and loves sliding one over the next until he's got three or four stacked up, the material hugging every curve tight, that slick, heavy weight pressing in from all sides. Back home, he straps himself to his bed, soaking in the rush of total rubber lockdown, that helpless vibe making his skin tingle under the layers. This trip, he aimed to layer up on my bondage spot, hand the reins to me, and push through the whole night. He'd pulled it off solo before, so I figured it was doable, the rubber's grip familiar and intense. But here's how it shook out: he couldn't hack the classic spread-eagle with his arms yanked way up past his shoulders, the chains pulling taut against the padded surface, that strain hitting hard. At home, he rigs it with arms out at 90 degrees to his sides, not overhead like that. So, the first setup tweaked his shoulder bad, the rubber creaking as he shifted, sweat already building inside the multiple layers. I had to readjust, pointing his arms straight down instead, easing the pull while keeping him splayed out, legs wide and secured, the platform's padding soft but unyielding under him. That initial shot at lasting all night? Total bust, the discomfort too sharp, his breaths coming heavier through the rubber's seal. Still, he wasn't backing down. He'll swing back for round two once we tweak the setup and squash these glitches. In the meantime, it was a solid go, full of lessons, the air thick with the scent of latex and anticipation. The clip in this post walks through the whole thing: him easing into those HydroGlove suits one by one, the first layer sliding over his skin like a second hide, cool and clinging, then the next piling on the pressure, building that enclosed heat, until he's buried deep. Then the chaining, cuffs snapping around wrists and ankles, the metal cold against the warm rubber as I stretch him out on the platform, locking him in place. The helplessness hits, his body immobile, every shift rubbing the layers together in that erotic grind. We felt the thrill, the restriction buzzing through him. Check it out! R802.