The cabin was silent except for the faint hum of the high-tech suit encasing Remy’s trembling body. His wrists and ankles were bound, the material of the suit clinging to him like a second skin, every inch of it alive with sensors that mapped his reactions. Stan stood over him, a predatory smirk playing on his lips as he circled the restrained man, his fingers grazing over the sleek surface of the suit.“You’re so fucking responsive, Remy,” Stan purred, his voice low and dripping with malice. He pressed a button on a small remote in his hand, and the suit responded instantly. A low buzz began to vibrate against Remy’s nipples, the sensation sharp and electric. “Look at you. Already squirming, and I’ve barely started.”Remy gasped, his back arching as the vibration intensified. His nipples hardened under the relentless stimulation, the suit adjusting to his body’s reaction, amplifying the pleasure-pain with every twitch of his muscles. Stan leaned in closer, his breath hot against Remy’s ear. “You’re such a fucking slut,” he whispered, his tongue flicking against the shell of Remy’s ear. “I can feel your cock straining in this suit, begging for attention. Aren’t you?”Remy’s breath hitched, his chest heaving as the suit’s vibrations pulsed through him, making him feel every word like a shockwave. “P-please…” he stammered, his voice cracking.“Please what?” Stan taunted, his fingers teasing over Remy’s exposed nipples, pinching and twisting just enough to make him cry out. “Use your words, Remy. Tell me how much you need this.”“I… I need it,” Remy choked out, his body writhing against the restraints. The suit’s AI adjusted again, sending a wave of vibrations down his thighs, making his legs tremble. Stan chuckled darkly, his hand moving lower, tracing the outline of Remy’s cock through the tight material.“That’s right,” Stan murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re mine now. Every pathetic little moan, every shiver, every drop of sweat—it’s all for me.” He pressed another button, and the suit’s vibrations shifted, focusing on Remy’s sensitive tip. He let out a strangled cry, his hips bucking uncontrollably.Stan leaned back, watching with hungry eyes as Remy writhed in desperation. “Look at you,” he sneered. “So fucking weak. You can’t even control yourself. What would your precious little friends think if they saw you like this? Begging for me to ruin you?”Remy’s eyes squeezed shut, tears of shame and pleasure spilling down his cheeks as the vibrations grew more intense, pushing him closer to the edge. Stan’s hand returned to his chest, fingers digging into his nipples with possessive force. “You’re going to scream for me,” Stan growled, his voice commanding. “And when you do, I want you to remember who owns you.”The vibrations became unbearable, a relentless pulse of pleasure that left Remy gasping for air. His body convulsed as he was forced into an explosive orgasm, his cock throbbing violently as he came in thick, wet spurts inside the suit. Stan watched with sadistic glee as Remy’s body shook, the suit’s sensors feeding off his climax.“Good boy,” Stan cooed mockingly, his hand stroking Remy’s sweat-soaked face. “But we’re not done yet.” He pressed another button, and the vibrations shifted again, this time focusing on Remy’s oversensitive cock and balls. Remy let out a guttural cry, his body jerking as he was forced to endure the torturous pleasure.“You thought I’d let you off that easy?” Stan laughed, his voice cruel as he knelt beside Remy. “No, no, no. You’re going to take everything I give you, you filthy little whore.” He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Remy’s ear as he whispered, “And you’re going to thank me for it.”Remy’s sobs echoed through the cabin as the suit continued its relentless assault, Stan’s laughter mingling with the sounds of wet squelches and desperate whimpers. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the room dominated by the unyielding power of their twisted dynamic.Stan’s hand slid down to Remy’s chest, squeezing one of his nipples hard enough to make him yelp. “Oh, don’t cry,” Stan teased, his voice dripping with false sympathy. “You love this. You love being my little fuck toy.”

Remy, bound in a high-tech suit, is subjected to intense vibrations and taunts from Stan, who controls the suit's sensations. Remy's body responds with pleasure and pain, causing him to squirm and gasp, as Stan mocks him and forces him to orgasm. Stan continues to torment Remy, keeping him in a state of overwhelm and submission.

The cabin was silent except for the faint hum of the high-tech suit encasing Remy’s trembling body. His wrists and ankles were bound, the material of the suit clinging to him like a second skin, every inch of it alive with sensors that mapped his reactions. Stan stood over him, a predatory smirk playing on his lips as he circled the restrained man, his fingers grazing over the sleek surface of the suit.

“You’re *so* fucking responsive, Remy,” Stan purred, his voice low and dripping with malice. He pressed a button on a small remote in his hand, and the suit responded instantly. A low *buzz* began to vibrate against Remy’s nipples, the sensation sharp and electric. “Look at you. Already squirming, and I’ve barely started.”

Remy gasped, his back arching as the vibration intensified. His nipples hardened under the relentless stimulation, the suit adjusting to his body’s reaction, amplifying the pleasure-pain with every twitch of his muscles. Stan leaned in closer, his breath hot against Remy’s ear. “You’re such a **fucking slut**,” he whispered, his tongue flicking against the shell of Remy’s ear. “I can feel your cock straining in this suit, begging for attention. Aren’t you?”

Remy’s breath hitched, his chest heaving as the suit’s vibrations pulsed through him, making him feel every word like a shockwave. “P-please…” he stammered, his voice cracking.

“Please what?” Stan taunted, his fingers teasing over Remy’s exposed nipples, pinching and twisting just enough to make him cry out. “Use your words, Remy. Tell me how much you *need* this.”

“I… I need it,” Remy choked out, his body writhing against the restraints. The suit’s AI adjusted again, sending a wave of vibrations down his thighs, making his legs tremble. Stan chuckled darkly, his hand moving lower, tracing the outline of Remy’s cock through the tight material.

“That’s right,” Stan murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re mine now. Every pathetic little moan, every shiver, every drop of sweat—it’s all for me.” He pressed another button, and the suit’s vibrations shifted, focusing on Remy’s sensitive tip. He let out a strangled cry, his hips bucking uncontrollably.

Stan leaned back, watching with hungry eyes as Remy writhed in desperation. “Look at you,” he sneered. “So fucking weak. You can’t even control yourself. What would your precious little friends think if they saw you like this? Begging for me to ruin you?”

Remy’s eyes squeezed shut, tears of shame and pleasure spilling down his cheeks as the vibrations grew more intense, pushing him closer to the edge. Stan’s hand returned to his chest, fingers digging into his nipples with possessive force. “You’re going to scream for me,” Stan growled, his voice commanding. “And when you do, I want you to remember who owns you.”

The vibrations became unbearable, a relentless pulse of pleasure that left Remy gasping for air. His body convulsed as he was forced into an explosive orgasm, his cock throbbing violently as he came in thick, wet spurts inside the suit. Stan watched with sadistic glee as Remy’s body shook, the suit’s sensors feeding off his climax.

“Good boy,” Stan cooed mockingly, his hand stroking Remy’s sweat-soaked face. “But we’re not done yet.” He pressed another button, and the vibrations shifted again, this time focusing on Remy’s oversensitive cock and balls. Remy let out a guttural cry, his body jerking as he was forced to endure the torturous pleasure.

“You thought I’d let you off that easy?” Stan laughed, his voice cruel as he knelt beside Remy. “No, no, no. You’re going to take everything I give you, you filthy little whore.” He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Remy’s ear as he whispered, “And you’re going to thank me for it.”

Remy’s sobs echoed through the cabin as the suit continued its relentless assault, Stan’s laughter mingling with the sounds of wet squelches and desperate whimpers. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the room dominated by the unyielding power of their twisted dynamic.

Stan’s hand slid down to Remy’s chest, squeezing one of his nipples hard enough to make him yelp. “Oh, don’t cry,” Stan teased, his voice dripping with false sympathy. “You love this. You love being my little fuck toy.”

A mysterious captor, Stan, uses a high-tech bondage suit to control and humiliate his captive, Remy, pushing him to the edge of pleasure and degradation with relentless stimulation and verbal torment.

The suit’s AI adapts to Remy’s reactions, intensifying stimulation with every move he makes. Stan toys with his exposed nipples, using the suit’s vibrations to drive Remy to an excruciating edge of pleasure while whispering forbidden desires into his ear.

Remy is verbally degraded during his orgasm, which is intensified by the suit’s focus on his most sensitive areas. The post-orgasm continuation involves further stimulation, leading to a creampie and squirting, with Stan’s cruel words and actions dominating the scene.

The suit I made to play him

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