Sealed and Milked

The helmet's hum deepens as Vane rolls the latex suit up Marcus's legs, the rubber sealing against his skin and merging seamlessly with the helmet's collar. The suit tightens around his caged cock, the pressure of the steel against the latex sending a sharp pulse through his groin, and the plug throbs in time with the helmet's rhythm. Vane's hands smooth the suit over his hips, and Marcus feels his body go slack, his will dissolving into the hum as the suit becomes his new skin. 'There,' Vane murmurs, stepping back to admire his work, 'my perfect milking drone.' Marcus's eyes are empty, his body already responding to the suit's pulse, ready to serve.