Lucas eagerly anticipated the barbecue that evening, a pulse of excitement running through him as he selected his sharpest shirt and trousers, making sure every detail was just right. He took his time, carefully smoothing the fabric before reaching for his cologne, the scent subtly intoxicating as it lingered in the air. He knew he had to make an impression tonight—after all, Klara would be there. Klara was more than just...

It had been three weeks since Lucas had spent a tantalizing twenty-four hours as Klara’s rubber puppy, and he remained locked in the steel chastity belt she had placed on him. Every step he took sent a sharp ache through his balls, a constant reminder of how full and strained he felt. The steel belt pressed against him relentlessly, amplifying his frustration and desire. He was engulfed by an almost unbearable level of ho...