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Dai gulps as it turns, the stitching on its back like two large eyes that stare at him, taunting him.

The glove leans back, opening its fingers a bit, wrapping them around his shaft as its index and middle finger both work like legs. The rougher sensation of the leather gives him a renewed arousal, and he can't help but groan and close his eyes.

A quick flick teases his nipple and his eyes fly open once more. One of his latex gloves flicks its finger over his nipple. He grits his teeth as it goes for him once more, pinching at the sensitive flesh.

"Aa.... Ahnnn...." He can't help but let a loud cry out through his room as these gloves begin to play with him, and he feels his back arching, his hips rising up, begging for more in the only way his body can without admitting defeat.

The magic gloves let go of the sheets, and they run down along the mattress, feeling the cool fabric underneath before going back to Dai's sides. They trail up over his body, brushing up along his sides, his stomach, and his chest. The fetish gloves hop up as they pass by, as if they were all controlled by the same invisible being, and the gloves go up further and farther, up his collar, over his throat, brushing tenderly over his chin, and then up and through his hair.

Through his deep and quickened breaths, he coos as his fingers weave through his recently-done hair. His eyes keep a focus on the glove between his legs, the one that now hooks one finger around his shaft, as if performing an exotic dance, spreading its fingers, and cupping Dai's scrotum in its palm.

A click makes his ears flicker, and he looks once more to the closet. This time, it isn't in surprise or anxiety, but in a hurried anticipation. The locks on a few of his prized collection click open, latches opening on their own, and gloves slide out like shadows darting from the waning sun.

The latex glove presses its palm against his chest, and he smiles down at it, nodding quickly. Yes... this is becoming quite exciting.

In a matter of only a minute, it seems as if his whole collection has joined in the show. Sensations of smooth satin, of rough, manly leather, and of somewhat sticky, yet energetic latex abound. Fingers caress all over his body, and he sighs at the feeling of gloves softly squeezing over his arms, gently scratching under his chin, and even expertly massaging out the tense build up in his feet. Under the chaotic, yet coordinated effort of this ensemble, Dai falls under their spell, relaxing entirely as the fingers work their magic upon him.

But as the rest of his body is coaxed into a somnambulist state, one part of him feels more energetic than ever before!

Dai stares down between his legs, his mouth a constant "O" as he pants through it, his chest rising and falling in his long, steady breaths. Gloves caress his body to the beat of his breathing, slowing him down, calming him, yet focusing all the energy onto one point.

His length stands straight up in the air. The coolness of the room blows a breeze over his tower of lust, and he lets out a groan, broken by his breath as he feels it. One glove in particular plays down there as it has been, stroking around the head and then down the length, and then up around the head once more, always keeping it on the edge, but never giving him the release his body so desperately craves.

The original magic gloves clap his hands together, lacing his fingers until his own body becomes a manacle that holds him down. They then lift up high into the air, pulling him up until he stands by the edge of his bed, on his tiptoes, his tongue rolling out.

They do not finish their teasing, as latex fingers crawl up along his shoulders, and they slither around his neck, their tight rubber constricting his airway, if only for a minute. His heart beats faster as he feels this, but the reaction is as temporary as is their presence on his neck. They slide up along his head, brush back his hair, and then finally rest along his eyes. Their fingers lace together as well, creating a blindfold for the rabbit.

Dai feels rough leather grab his ankles, strong like the hands that should wear them. They push, forcing his legs to lift off of the ground, one foot at a time. Dai squeaks as he stumbles forward, but more gloves hold at his wrists, giving him the balance he needs to continue moving forward.

Always when he pleases himself he is in control. He dictates when he can come. He tells his body what to feel with his own hands, and he never lets another touch him. Yet now, the instruments of his pleasure have taken him over, marching him away from the bed. But to where?

Dai's ears twitch as he hears the tapping of glass get louder. He shuts his jaw and gulps, his suspicions confirmed as the soft carpet of his room becomes the cool tile of his closet. He cannot help but shiver as the leather gloves on his legs stop and hold him in place. As he relaxes, his cock rests upon a cool, flat surface. He takes a hissing breath. Is this the table where he put the box? Is that where they're resting his dick? Why?

The latex over his eyes unfurl their fingers, giving the rabbit a focused view of the table and the box.

The container lays open as he had left it, but it is no longer empty. The soft casing that the gloves had been stored in is upturned, and laying on the soft velvet before him is one more glove. This one shares the same satin sheen as the ones he wears, yet it is of a lilac color.