German Mistress: Becoming Her Chastity Rubber Gimp Part 4 (Patreon)

        Lucas sat in his dimly lit bedroom, a sense of raw exposure enveloping him. For the past year, he had been Klara’s devoted rubber pet, bound and submissive to her every whim. Now, dressed only in a snug pair of shorts and a soft t-shirt, he felt an exhilarating mix of uncertainty and longing. The thrill of liberation washed over him, but it was laced with fear.

       He had nearly forgotten what it felt like to exist beyond the confines of her desires, to be more than just her playful toy for pleasure and pain. Every moment of his life had been dictated by Klara—when he ate, slept, or even went to the toilet. And now, with the sudden rush of freedom, he found himself lost in a world that felt both liberating and terrifying.

      What should he do with this newfound autonomy? The silence of his room echoed with questions, teasing him with possibilities. All he could think of was Klara—her commanding presence, her sultry smile, and the way she effortlessly melded pleasure with power. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, awakening desires he had thought dormant. Would he dare to embrace this freedom, or would he seek her out, craving the familiar thrill of surrender?

      As Lucas contemplated his next move, a surge of excitement coursed through him. He was free now, but the lingering question danced in his mind: did he want to remain that way? His gaze drifted to the screen of his phone, where a message from Klara glowed enticingly.

If you want to continue our situationship… it will be forever gimpy 😘

       He reread the message for what felt like the millionth time. The idea of being Klara’s rubber gimp and pet for the rest of his life sent a thrill through him. On one hand, it meant spending his days in the tantalizing embrace of his deepest desire: to be with her, to fulfil that dream of submission and devotion. On the other hand, he faced the intoxicating allure of freedom—freedom from the chastity belt that had held him captive for over a year, freedom to experience orgasms once more.

       But he knew the truth: Klara would never entertain a platonic relationship with him. The only way he could remain in her life was as her rubber gimp, her plaything. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, awakening both exhilaration and apprehension. Was he truly willing to surrender to this life forever?

       He understood the weight of his decision. Once he agreed, there would be no turning back. The commitment loomed before him, filled with both fear and thrill. Would he embrace this seductive path, surrendering to her whims, or would he choose the uncertain solitude of freedom?

       The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped the small café as Lucas settled into a corner booth. He fiddled with the edge of his sleeve, glancing nervously at the door. It had been weeks since he last saw Klara, and the anticipation churned in his stomach like a rollercoaster about to drop.

       When the door swung open, a small bell chimed, announcing her arrival. Klara stepped inside, her presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. She wore a fitted black leather jacket that accentuated her curves, and her hair framed her face in soft waves. Lucas's heart raced as she scanned the café, her eyes landing on him with a smile that ignited memories he'd tried to suppress.

      "Lucas!" she called, striding toward him with an effortless grace. The moment felt electric, charged with unspoken words.

      “Hey, Klara,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper as she slid into the booth across from him. The world around him faded as she approached, and all he could focus on was the way she moved, exuding confidence.

       She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, her gaze locked onto his. “I’ve missed you,” she said softly, her tone playful yet sincere. Without breaking eye contact, she reached across the table, her hand brushing against his. Lucas felt a shiver run down his spine as she placed her palm on top of his, her fingers enveloping his.

       He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. Klara had always had a way of making him feel vulnerable yet excited. “I’ve missed you too,” he finally admitted, the words tumbling out before he could think twice.

       With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Klara leaned in closer, and before he could react, she pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. The warmth of her lips lingered on his skin, leaving him momentarily breathless. “You know, it’s been too long since we’ve had some fun together, don’t you think?” she purred, her voice low and enticing.

“What do you mean?” Lucas asked, trying to mask his growing curiosity.

       Klara’s eyes sparkled as she toyed with his fingers, her touch sending waves of warmth through him. “I’ve been thinking about how much I enjoyed having you as my gimp. It was exhilarating, wasn’t it?” She paused, letting the question hang in the air, watching him intently.

       Lucas felt a flush creep up his neck. The memories flooded back—those thrilling moments filled with surrender and pleasure, the way Klara had pushed his boundaries and challenged him. “Yeah, it was…” he started, trailing off.

        “I’ve missed having you there with me,” she continued, leaning closer, her breath warm against his ear. “You were perfect for the role, Lucas. You brought something special to it. Just imagine it—just the two of us, exploring that world together again.”

        Her words wrapped around him like a soft blanket, soothing yet firm. “I… I don’t know, Klara,” he stammered, torn between excitement and apprehension.

        Klara smirked, sensing his hesitation. “You know you want to. And think about it: being my gimp forever means you’ll never have to worry about anything else. You’ll have a place, a purpose. You trust me, right?”

         Lucas met her gaze, the longing and desire warring with his doubts. “I… I trust you,” he finally said, his heart pounding.

        “See? It’s perfect,” she said, her voice dripping with honeyed persuasion. “I’ll take care of you. We’ll have so much fun, and you’ll be so happy. Just think about how good it felt to give in to that side of you. Why not embrace it fully?”

        He hesitated, the weight of her words sinking in. The idea of surrendering completely to her, of being hers in every way, sent a rush of exhilaration through him. “I suppose…” he began, but Klara quickly cut him off.

       “No ‘suppose.’ Let’s make this official. You and me, together in this. Forever. I promise you won’t regret it.”

        Her fingers tightened around his, and Lucas felt a rush of adrenaline. The thought of being her gimp forever ignited something deep within him. “Okay,” he said, barely above a whisper. “I’m in.”

Klara’s eyes lit up with triumph as she squeezed his hand. “That’s my good boy. Welcome back.”

       The grand church was filled with soft light as the afternoon sun filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting vibrant colours across the pews. A hushed murmur floated among the guests, family and friends of Klara and Chad, all waiting for the ceremony to begin. The air buzzed with excitement, but for Lucas, it was a torment he could barely process.

       On all fours, his body encased in the tight, squeaking confines of a black latex suit, Lucas crawled slowly down the aisle. The two wedding rings rested on a small satin pillow perched atop his head, the delicate weight feeling heavier with each step he took. His hands, encased in rubber mitts, awkwardly shuffled along the polished floor as the church filled with quiet chuckles and whispers. Some guests were entertained by the spectacle. Others whispered behind their hands, shocked by the sight of Klara’s “gimp” pet.

       Lucas’s mind raced with disbelief. How had it come to this? He could feel the cruel tug of the chastity device locked around his cock and balls—a constant reminder of his submission, his helplessness. The metal dug into his skin under the tight rubber, and the key to his freedom now belonged to Klara. His heart thudded heavily as he approached the altar, where the radiant bride stood next to the man Lucas had spent years being bullied by and despising, Chad.

        Chad, towering and smug in his perfectly tailored suit, stood with a grin that Lucas knew all too well. It was the same grin Chad had worn throughout college, the one he flashed every time he shoved Lucas into a locker, tripped him in front of their classmates, or spread rumours that haunted Lucas for years. Now, that same grin held an even deeper cruelty, an ownership that sickened Lucas to his core. Chad wasn’t just marrying Klara—he was claiming her, marking his victory over Lucas in the most personal way possible.

        Klara, stunning in her flowing white gown, looked serene, her eyes glowing with joy. She smiled gently at Lucas as he approached on all fours, completely oblivious to the agony inside him. She had asked him to do this, to be her "special" part of the wedding, her rubber gimp. And Lucas had agreed, not because he wanted this—he never wanted this—but because he could never say no to Klara. He loved her, but she had always seen him differently, never as an equal, never as someone worth standing beside her. Instead, she had moulded him into this—her pet, her plaything.

        The crowd watched as Lucas finally reached the altar, his knees burning from the cold, hard marble beneath him. He knelt, keeping perfectly still, the latex suit squeaking faintly as he fought to maintain balance. Chad reached down with exaggerated slowness, plucking the rings from the pillow on Lucas’s head. The smirk on his face deepened as his fingers lingered, patting Lucas's rubber-clad head like he was nothing more than a dog—a pet meant to be beneath him.

        Klara’s eyes sparkled as she held out her hand, and Chad, with a flourish, slid the wedding band onto her finger. The congregation erupted into soft applause, but the humiliation burned deeper in Lucas's chest, twisting the knife that had been lodged there since the day Chad had proposed to Klara.

But it wasn’t over.

        Klara turned to Chad with a soft smile, her eyes filled with an emotion that sent a shiver down Lucas’s spine. In one smooth motion, she reached into the delicate folds of her wedding dress and produced a small, silver key—the key to Lucas’s chastity belt. Without missing a beat, she handed it to Chad.

       Chad’s grin spread wide, his fingers closing around the key like a final act of domination. He looked down at Lucas, his voice a low, mocking whisper, “Guess I’ve got the key to everything now, huh, Luc?”

       Lucas’s head dropped further, his face flushed with shame beneath the latex mask. The metal device locked around his most intimate parts felt impossibly tight now, the key in Chad’s possession sealing his degradation. The weight of his humiliation crushed him as the laughter of a few guests echoed faintly in the grand room. Klara stood beside Chad, her hand resting on his arm as though nothing about this was unusual—nothing wrong with her former best friend crawling at her feet like a rubber gimp, locked away in chastity, his life dictated by Chad, the man who had bullied him for years.

       The officiant declared them husband and wife, but for Lucas, those words were nothing more than background noise. The clapping, the cheers—none of it reached him. He was too deep in his shame, too lost in the painful realization of just how far he had fallen. Chad pulled Klara into a passionate kiss, dipping her slightly as the crowd applauded. Lucas remained on all fours, staring at the floor, the rubber suit feeling tighter than ever, suffocating him.

        And then, as Chad pulled away from Klara, he leaned down one more time, holding the key in front of Lucas’s face. His voice was a harsh whisper only Lucas could hear, “You’ll never be free, Luc. Not from this. Not from me.”

       Lucas felt the sting of Chad’s words as though they were a physical blow. He remained kneeling, degraded and humiliated, while the man who had stolen everything from him walked away with Klara—the woman he had once dreamed of being with, now forever out of reach.

        As they walked down the aisle together, Klara’s eyes lingered on Lucas for a moment, her expression unreadable. And then, she smiled.

        Not at him. At Chad. And Lucas knew, at that moment, that his place had been set in stone—beneath them, their obedient pet, trapped in his rubber suit and his chastity cage, with no hope of release.

      The next day Lucas crouched in the small, cramped kennel, his body tightly encased in smooth, jet-black rubber that squeaked softly with every breath he took. The latex suit covered him from head to toe, transforming him into something less than human—something that served only to be looked at, mocked, or toyed with. He could barely move in the cage, his body curled awkwardly in the tight space, his knees pressed against his chest, his hands—encased in paw-like mitts—resting uselessly by his sides.

        The kennel door clicked softly, and his heart began to race. He knew it was Klara without even seeing her. He had grown accustomed to the sound of her footsteps, the light scent of her perfume, and the faint rustle of her clothes. The rubber suit trapped his heat, making him sweat beneath the slick material, and the ever-present chastity cage dug into his skin—a constant reminder of his status.

        As the kennel door swung open, Klara appeared in front of him, her lips curled into a teasing smile. She was dressed casually, but effortlessly beautiful, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. There was a glint in her eye—playful, but laced with the power she held over him.

        "Well, well," she cooed softly, crouching down so that her face was level with his. "How’s my little rubber pet doing today?" Her voice was sweet, almost gentle, but Lucas knew better. There was always an edge behind her words, an unspoken reminder of his place beneath her and Chad.

        She reached inside the kennel, her hand stroking the latex that encased his head and neck, her touch both tender and demeaning. Lucas shifted slightly, feeling the painful tightness of the chastity device wrapped around him. He couldn’t answer, his mouth gagged with the rubber muzzle Klara had locked on him earlier, reducing any attempt at speech to muffled, pathetic sounds.

        "Poor thing," she whispered mockingly, her fingers tracing down his chest before they found their way to his crotch. Her hand rested there for a moment, right over the chastity cage, and Lucas squirmed involuntarily, his body reacting even though he knew he couldn’t feel anything more than pressure. Her fingers teased the locked metal, brushing lightly, sending a wave of frustration through his body.

       "Still locked up tight, aren’t we?" Klara giggled softly, as though the idea of his suffering brought her genuine amusement. She clicked her tongue, her fingers moving lower, reaching underneath the chastity cage to massage his swollen, trapped balls. Lucas let out a low, muffled groan through his gag, the sensation both soothing and torturous at once.

       Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she gently kneaded the sensitive flesh. "You must be so pent up by now, huh? It’s been… what? Over a year?" She tilted her head, pretending to think for a moment, though Lucas knew she hadn’t forgotten. She never did. "Maybe even longer."

       Lucas whimpered softly, his body trembling as Klara's fingers worked over him, massaging him in a way that was both humiliating and teasing. But there was no pleasure, no relief. Only the constant, throbbing ache of being denied.

       "I wonder how long Chad will keep you like this," she mused aloud, her fingers pausing for a moment before they resumed their teasing rhythm. "He’s really taken to the idea of you being our full-time rubber gimp, you know. He’s thrilled to have you as part of our little... arrangement." She chuckled darkly, her eyes narrowing as she glanced down at him. "You should feel lucky, Lucas."

        Her hand slid away from his balls, only to trail lightly down his latex-covered thigh. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his cheek, as she whispered in his ear, "You know, Chad was so happy when I told him you were going to be ours forever. You should have seen the smile on his face. I’ve never seen him so excited."

       Lucas shuddered, his body trembling as the words sank in. He could picture Chad—towering, confident, smug Chad—laughing at the thought of Lucas on all fours, locked away in latex, his body owned by them.

       Klara’s hand moved back to his crotch, her fingers once again gently massaging his caged balls, as she leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "And speaking of Chad..." She paused, her lips brushing against the side of his latex-covered head. "God, his cock is huge. It’s everything you’re not. Every time he’s inside me, I can barely take it. It’s almost too much."

        Lucas whimpered again, his head dropping forward in a mixture of shame and helpless arousal. His cock strained uselessly against the confines of the chastity device, the metal digging into him painfully as Klara’s words fueled his torment.

       She laughed softly at his reaction, her fingers never stopping their teasing movements. "You should see him, Lucas. You wouldn’t believe how big he is... how perfect he is." Her hand tightened around his balls for a moment, making him gasp through his gag. "He stretches me so wide, it’s almost unbearable. But I love it. I love how he fills me up in ways you never could."

        Her words were dripping with cruelty, designed to remind him of his place, to deepen his degradation. And it worked. Every syllable drove the knife of humiliation deeper into Lucas’s chest, making him feel smaller, more worthless than ever.

        "And you..." she continued, her voice soft but sharp. "You’re just down here, locked away, watching from your little kennel while I get to feel him. While I get to enjoy what you never will."

        She pulled back slightly, her fingers sliding away from his aching, swollen balls, leaving him desperate for any kind of release that he knew would never come. Klara stood up slowly, towering over him as he knelt helplessly in the cage.

       "Chad's taking good care of me," she said, her tone casual now as if they were discussing something mundane. "And he’s going to take good care of you, too. You’re exactly where you belong, Lucas—at our feet. Our little rubber pet."

       Lucas’s chest heaved as he stared up at her, his eyes wide with helpless need, but Klara only smiled, knowing full well that there would be no release for him. Not today, and maybe not ever. She turned and walked away, leaving him kneeling in the cage, his body trembling with frustration, the metal of the chastity cage biting into him as his shame washed over him in waves.

       The kennel door clicked shut, leaving Lucas alone in the dim light, his head resting against the cold bars as the reality of his place in their world sank deeper. He was nothing but a toy for them—a rubber gimp, locked in chastity, serving their whims. And there was no escape.

       The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the quiet park. The air was cool, but Lucas could feel the warmth of his own body trapped beneath the suffocating rubber suit that encased him from head to toe. His heart raced as he crawled on all fours, the tight latex squeaking softly with every awkward movement. The leather leash attached to his collar tugged with each step Chad took, forcing Lucas to keep pace on the dirt path, his hands and knees grinding against the cold ground.

       Chad, dressed in his usual casual arrogance—a leather jacket and jeans—held the leash in one hand, swinging it lazily as though walking a dog. A sneer played on his lips as he looked back at Lucas, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

      "Keep up, Fido," Chad barked, yanking the leash harder as he whipped Lucas’s ass with a long leather whip. Lucas stumbled forward on his knees, the latex making it difficult to stay balanced. His face flushed beneath the rubber mask, humiliation burning hot in his chest. He wanted to stand, to run, to do anything but crawl like this. But he couldn’t. Not with Chad. He owned him now.

        The park was mostly empty, but the few people who did pass by gave them strange, confused glances. Some giggled, others whispered, pointing at Lucas as though he were nothing more than a circus attraction. Chad relished in it, waving mockingly at the passersby, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

       "Say hello to your audience, Lucas," Chad laughed, yanking the leash sharply. Lucas stumbled forward, almost falling face-first into the dirt, but managed to catch himself just in time. A few adults nearby laughed openly at the sight, making Lucas’s stomach churn with shame.

        Chad’s grin widened as he watched Lucas struggle. "Look at you," he sneered, stopping for a moment and yanking the leash again, forcing Lucas to sit back on his haunches, panting through the rubber mask. "God, you’re pathetic. Crawling around like a good little dog. I can’t believe Klara kept you locked up this long. She told me you were desperate, but this? This is even better than I imagined."

       Lucas’s head dropped in shame, his breath coming out in short, strained gasps. The leash felt like a chain of ownership around his neck, a reminder of his powerlessness.

        Chad crouched down in front of him, gripping Lucas’s chin roughly through the rubber muzzle, forcing his head up so their eyes met. "You know what you are, don’t you? You’re a pet now. My pet. Klara’s pet. You don’t get to be a man anymore. You don’t even get to be human."

        He let go of Lucas’s chin with a shove, laughing as Lucas fell forward, catching himself on his rubber-clad hands. The crowd of adults was still watching, some taking pictures, others pointing and snickering. Lucas’s face burned beneath the mask, the weight of their mocking stares pressing down on him.

        Chad stood, his smirk widening. "Alright, boy," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "It’s time for a bathroom break."

       Lucas’s eyes widened behind the mask, panic flashing through him. He knew what Chad meant. They’d talked about it—well, Chad had talked, and Lucas had silently listened in horror. He had hoped it was just a joke, something Chad had said to get a reaction out of him. But now, as Chad’s grin grew wider, Lucas realized he wasn’t joking at all.

       "No..." Lucas whimpered through the rubber muzzle, though it came out as little more than a muffled sound. But Chad heard it, and it only seemed to amuse him more.

       "Oh, yes," Chad said, yanking the leash so hard that Lucas almost fell forward again. "Right here. Outside. Like the dog you are." He pointed toward a patch of grass just off the path, far enough from the park benches but still in full view of anyone walking by.

       Lucas’s stomach churned with dread. The thought of what Chad was asking—demanding—was too much. He shook his head weakly, trying to crawl backwards, but Chad was faster, his grip on the leash tightening painfully as his whip connected with Lucas’s ass.

       "Come on, Luc," Chad sneered, dragging Lucas toward the grass. "You don’t get to say no anymore. You do what I tell you. And right now, I’m telling you to go."

        Lucas’s heart pounded as he was pulled toward the grass. He could feel the eyes of the onlookers on him, their quiet laughter, the judgment in their stares. His throat tightened as humiliation washed over him in waves. But he had no choice. He had given up his choices the moment he’d agreed to this life, to being Chad and Klara’s rubber gimp.

       With a final, desperate glance around the park, Lucas crawled onto the grass, his body trembling with shame. He hated this. He hated every second of it. But Chad’s leash was a constant reminder that this was his life now.

        Chad watched with gleeful satisfaction, his arms crossed as he leaned back, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "Come on, boy. Do it. Right there. On the grass."

        Lucas squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the world as he shifted awkwardly in his latex suit, the chastity cage digging painfully into his skin. He could barely think, his mind clouded by the overwhelming shame of what he was about to do. The weight of the humiliation felt like a crushing force, pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

        And then, with his heart pounding and his body trembling, he did it. He relieved himself, right there in the grass, like a dog. Like Chad’s pet.

        The laughter from the adults reached a crescendo, their voices mixing with Chad’s deep, mocking laughter as he watched Lucas with a look of pure, sadistic joy. "Good boy," Chad sneered, clapping slowly, deliberately. "See? You’re learning. Just like a good little dog."

        Lucas wanted to disappear, to crawl into the earth and never be seen again. But he couldn’t. He was trapped, both in the latex suit and in this life, a pet for Chad and Klara’s amusement.

        Chad yanked on the leash again, pulling Lucas back toward the path. "Come on, Fido. We’re not done yet. There’s still a long walk ahead. And who knows?" He grinned down at Lucas, eyes glinting with cruel pleasure. "Maybe you’ll need another bathroom break before we get home."

         As Chad laughed, Lucas crawled behind him, each step a reminder of the utter degradation he had willingly accepted. The park, the stares, the humiliation—it was his reality now. There was no escape from it.

         The walk through the park had felt endless for Lucas, every step dragging him deeper into the pit of humiliation that Chad revelled in. The leash tugged constantly, Chad’s laughter ringing in his ears as they passed more people—some of them whispering, others openly laughing at the sight of a man in latex crawling like a dog.

        By the time they made it back to Chad’s car, parked in a quiet, secluded area of the park, Lucas’s body ached from the strain of crawling and the tight grip of the chastity cage beneath his rubber suit. But the worst of his humiliation was yet to come.

        Chad stood beside him with a smirk. "You know, Luc, there’s something I’ve been thinking about all day." His voice was low, mocking, as he reached over and grabbed the back of Lucas’s head, forcing his face up toward him. "I think it’s time you really learn your place."

        Lucas’s heart pounded, his body stiffening in dread as Chad’s hand tightened its grip on his rubber-clad skull. He knew what was coming, but the reality of it still sent a shiver of fear and disgust through him.

        Chad unzipped his pants with one hand, his smirk widening as Lucas’s eyes darted downward in horror. Chad’s cock, thick and veined, sprang free, the sight of it sending Lucas into a state of panic. But he couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The leash was still wrapped around Chad’s other hand, keeping him tethered like a helpless animal.

"Go on," Chad said, his voice thick with command. "Suck."

        Lucas’s stomach churned with nausea, but there was no escape. Chad’s grip on the back of his head was firm, his fingers digging into the latex. Slowly, reluctantly, Lucas leaned forward, his mouth opening beneath the rubber muzzle as much as it could. The moment his lips touched Chad’s cock, a wave of shame crashed over him. Every inch forward felt like a step deeper into his degradation, a reminder that he was no longer in control of his own life.

         Chad let out a low, satisfied groan as Lucas took him deeper, his fingers tightening their grip on Lucas’s hair. "That’s right," he hissed. "You’re nothing but a pathetic little rubber gimp, and this is all you’re good for."

       Lucas’s throat tightened around Chad’s cock, his gag reflex kicking in, but he forced himself to keep going. The taste of sweat and musk filled his mouth, but there was something else—something odd. A strange, faint taste lingered on his tongue, almost sweet but not quite.

       Chad chuckled darkly, noticing the slight pause in Lucas’s movements. "You taste that?" he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. Lucas’s heart sank as Chad’s words hit him. "That’s Klara’s pussy, Luc."

        The world seemed to stop for a moment as Lucas processed the words. The odd taste, the faint sweetness—it was her. The realization sent a wave of nausea through him, but Chad didn’t stop, pulling Lucas’s head further down his cock, forcing him to take more.

       "She was all over me before I took you out for this little walk," Chad sneered, his voice filled with glee. "I fucked her hard, made her scream my name, and now you get to taste it. You get to taste what I did to her, how much better I am than you’ll ever be."

        Lucas gagged slightly, his body trembling as Chad forced him deeper still, his cock hitting the back of Lucas’s throat. Tears pricked at the corners of Lucas’s eyes, the latex suit feeling tighter than ever as the full weight of his humiliation settled over him. He could taste her, taste what Chad had done to her, and it was the ultimate degradation.

        "You’ll never have her," Chad hissed through gritted teeth, his voice growing more intense. "You’ll never be man enough to satisfy her. That’s my job now. And your job? Well…" Chad let out a harsh laugh, thrusting his hips forward slightly, making Lucas choke. "This. This is all you’re good for."

        Lucas wanted to scream, to pull away, to run, but his body was trapped, bound by the latex, the leash, and the crushing weight of his submission. He could feel Chad’s cock pulsing in his mouth, every movement filling him with more shame, more helplessness. The taste of Klara was still there, lingering on his tongue like a bitter reminder of everything he had lost.

        With a final, brutal thrust, Chad groaned loudly, his grip tightening as he came, filling Lucas’s mouth with the bitter taste of his release. Lucas’s body shuddered in disgust, but he had no choice but to swallow, to take everything Chad gave him, knowing there was no escape from this. Not now. Not ever.

         Chad pulled back slowly, a satisfied grin on his face as he zipped his pants back up. He looked down at Lucas, who was still kneeling on the ground gasping for air, his body trembling beneath the tight rubber.

         "Good boy," Chad said mockingly, patting Lucas’s head as though he were a dog. "Maybe next time, I’ll let you watch me fuck her. Wouldn’t that be nice?" He laughed cruelly, tossing the leash aside as he got into the jeep, looking out at the darkening sky. "Get used to this, Luc. This is your life now."

        Lucas knelt there, humiliated, degraded, and broken. There was no escape from Chad’s control, no end to the humiliation. The taste of Klara still lingered on his tongue, a bitter reminder that he belonged to them now, body and soul.

        Lucas knelt in the corner of Klara and Chad’s living room, his body tightly encased in the rubber suit that had become a second skin to him. The leash was still attached to his collar, hanging loosely on the floor, a constant reminder of his place. He could hear the faint rustle of papers and soft voices from across the room, Klara and Chad discussing their upcoming honeymoon. His heart ached as he listened, the painful reality of his situation becoming clearer with every passing moment.

        Klara turned toward him, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she approached. She was radiant, dressed casually yet effortlessly beautiful, her presence commanding the room. Chad, lounging on the couch with a smug grin, glanced at Lucas with a look of disdain, as if the mere sight of him was beneath his notice.

       "Lucas," Klara said softly, her voice dripping with sweetness that always felt laced with something sharper. She crouched down in front of him, her fingers lightly tracing the rubber muzzle that kept him silent. "We’ve been talking about our honeymoon plans. Chad and I are going to be away for a while."

        Lucas’s stomach tightened with dread. He had heard them talking about it for weeks—the romantic getaway, the luxurious resorts. But he hadn’t let himself think about what that meant for him. Surely they wouldn’t leave him here, alone, locked in his suit, with no way to move or eat.

        Klara’s lips curled into a sly smile, as though she could read his thoughts. "Don’t worry, we’ve made arrangements for you." She glanced back at Chad, who chuckled darkly, before returning her gaze to Lucas. "You’re going to be spending some time at a very special place."

        Lucas’s heart sank further, the pit of dread in his stomach growing larger. Klara leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, though Chad’s cruel grin told him that he was in on whatever she was about to say.

       "It’s a… doggy daycare. For pets like you." Her eyes sparkled with wicked delight as she said it, her fingers stroking the side of his latex-covered face. "They specialize in taking care of rubber gimps, like our little pet here. Isn’t that nice?"

         Lucas’s mind raced, trying to comprehend what she was telling him. A doggy daycare? For… people like him? He couldn’t imagine it—being left in a place like that, treated like an animal, surrounded by others who had likely suffered the same fate.

        Klara stood up, her fingers trailing down the leash as she tugged it lightly, signalling for Lucas to crawl forward. His body obeyed instinctively, his hands and knees moving across the floor as the latex squeaked with each motion. He stopped at her feet, his head bowed in submission.

        "It’s a perfect arrangement, really," she continued, her tone almost cheerful. "You’ll get to stay in a kennel with the other pets. They’ll feed you, take you on walks, and make sure you stay locked up nice and tight for us." She glanced at Chad, who gave her an approving nod. "You’ll even get to play some games. They like to keep their pets entertained."

         Lucas’s skin crawled beneath the rubber. The thought of being kept in a kennel, treated like an actual dog by strangers, was more than humiliating—it was terrifying. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what kind of "games" they would make him play. But Klara’s words left no room for argument. This wasn’t a request. It was an order.

        "And don’t worry," Klara added with a smirk, crouching back down so that she was face-to-face with him. "We’ll be back in a few weeks. Once we’re done with our honeymoon, Chad and I will come pick you up. Fresh off a beach vacation, while you’ve spent your days in a kennel. Doesn’t that sound perfect?"

        Lucas could only whimper through his gag, the sound muffled and pathetic. Klara reached out and patted his head condescendingly, her fingers brushing over the rubber with a tenderness that felt cruel in its mockery.

        "You’ve been such a good boy for us," she said softly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "And now you’ll get to be a good boy for them. I’m sure you’ll make lots of new friends."

        Chad chuckled from the couch, clearly enjoying the sight of Lucas’s humiliation. "I hear they’re really strict over there," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Lots of rules. Lots of training. You’ll come back even more obedient than before."

        Klara laughed softly, standing up and pulling Lucas’s leash tighter, forcing him to crawl closer to her feet. "Isn’t that what you want, Lucas? To be the perfect little pet for us? To serve without question?"

        Lucas’s head hung low, his body trembling with shame and fear. He didn’t want this—none of it. But the weight of his submission, the reality of his powerlessness, pressed down on him like a suffocating blanket. He had no choice. He had given himself to them completely, and now, he was nothing more than their rubber-clad pet, destined to spend his days in a kennel while they lived their lives without a second thought for him.

        Klara gave the leash one final tug, pulling him up so that his face was inches from her legs. She looked down at him, her smile cold and knowing. "Don’t worry, Lucas," she said softly, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You’ll have lots of time to think about us while you’re there. About what we’re doing. About how much fun we’re having." She glanced at Chad with a mischievous smile. "Maybe I’ll even send you some pictures. Wouldn’t that be nice? To see us enjoying our honeymoon while you’re locked away like the pet you are?"

         Chad laughed, standing up from the couch and walking over to join her. He ruffled Lucas’s hair through the latex, his grin wide and cruel. "Enjoy the daycare, Luc. We’ll be thinking of you… well, probably not. But I’m sure you’ll be thinking of us."

       With that, they both laughed, the sound echoing in Lucas’s ears as he knelt there, his body trembling, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear, shame, and hopelessness. He was trapped, and there was nothing he could do but accept his fate.

      Klara tugged on the leash again, leading him toward the door. "Let’s get you packed up," she said sweetly, her tone almost maternal in its mockery.

      Lucas crawled out of the door and made his way to the dog cage in the back of her Jeep. What awaited him at the BDSM pet kennel?