Latex seals us in.
Masks stay on.
And his body stops pretending it has a choice.

I press him down, feel him open under my hand — slow at first, deliberate, stretching him wider while he learns to breathe through it.
Every movement is measured. Every reaction recorded.
That hole warms, softens, gives — until it stops pulling away and starts offering itself back to me.

Pinned, held, opened from the inside.
Latex on latex, sweat trapped between us, his body responding exactly the way it was built to.
By the time my fist settles deep, there’s no resistance left — just need, pressure, and the quiet understanding that this is what he came for.

This isn’t a moment.
It’s a process.

Watch the full video and feel the pace of real control.
Like it. Comment what part of your body would give first.
ft. @Panzer_pig