Oh, my poor, helpless rubber boy… tied up so perfectly, desperate and trembling under my touch. You have a fetish for latex, don’t you? The slick glide of my latex gloves, the way I stroke you so deliberately, slow, teasing, just enough to make you ache. But not enough to give you what you want, at least not yet. I watch you squirm, feel you throb against my fingers, and hear those pathetic little moans that only I can pull from you. No one else could ever take you to this level of pleasure, holding you there, making you beg without a single word. But I’m feeling generous… so be a good boy for me and spill your white warm cum over these perfect black latex gloved hands.