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This is a commission for Sanmer - probably gonna be a two-parter here, so stay tuned! :P

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Henrik shivered a little, stepping out of the shower, his tail flapping over his gorgeous brown stallion-butt once he enjoyed the steaming sensation of a shower and a good hot air dry, and compared to that, the rest of the bathroom was awfully cool indeed. He was dry enough that he didn't even bother with a towel, and instead simply clip-clopped out into his bedroom. The tall, muscled horse couldn't help but feel aroused, even now, and let out a slightly impatient whinny. He was tired of waiting, had been for days now, but now, with his roommate Alan gone out for the entire day, he was going to put this Saturday into good use indeed.

The horse grinned to himself as he knelt by his big double bed and pulled out The Box.

It wasn't really much of a box...it was only about six inches tall, and looked like some sort of an under bed storage box, it had wheels that made it easy to pull it out from its cave under the bed and place it next to it onto the open space between the bed and the rest of the room. Henrik smirked as he pulled the light lid off and pushed it under the bed, revealing the smooth expanse of black latex beneath. He'd literally spent months and something like two thousands dollars setting all this up, and now, after too long a pause again, he was going to enjoy himself properly once more.

Henrik neighed happily and set up to putting his gear into readiness. With the lid open, he could reach into everything within the shallow box. The first thing was the take the two black cords and attach them to the nearby sockets to power everything up. The stallion grinned as a green light appeared on the small plastic box on the bottom - he'd spent so much time fixing that one up, and now he almost regretted having not added some more flashy effects to the thing, like LEDs that lit up and made it all glow with mysterious, sci-fi light. Perhaps that'd been too much...after all, he wasn't going to see anything per se...not for long.

He was already growing very hard, a foot of stallion snaking out of his sheath and waving in the air while he knelt, briefly, to make sure that every wire and line was in place and ready, and once happy, got up and walked over to his dresser, to make some of the preparations required for a good, wild ride.

The top drawer was ostensibly meant for socks and boxers, but the thin disguising layer soon gave way for boxes filled with much more interesting items. Henrik slipped on buckled leather cuffs around his wrists, not because he needed them really for bondage, but simply because he liked the simple feeling they gave to him, of being locked up even if he hadn't really given up his freedom yet...though in his mind he was already begging for mercy, from someone who would not give mercy...

...himself.

He'd been a naughty boy, he thought, rummaging through the boxes, that kind of a behavior needed a punishment alright.

He picked up the lube and squirted some onto his fingers before he pushed them between his butt cheeks and slathered some onto his tailhole before he did the same for a nice plump round-ended steel plug with wires attached to it, hanging loosely from its bottom. The cold metallic item made him hiss as he pushed it against his hole and then into his newly prepped tunnel which swallowed it whole. His cock jumped at the sensation of something pressing against his prostate, prompting the horse to nicker. It felt good...and he'd just begun yet!

Next gave a much more elaborate contraption, though, one composed of many parts, leather and metal and rubber, each lovingly put on. First was a thin leather strap with wires, placed around his ball sac to pull it down somewhat snuggly, tightening the skin there. Soon those same orange-sized stallion gonads were wrapped in an elastic latex sheath, similarly equipped. It was really putting some pressure on them, too, something a few others surely would've found painful. Henrik was used to it by now, and liked the occasional twinge, of course.

Next came a vicious-looking thing...a series of rings attached to each other with thin metal rods, big enough that he could maneuver it around his hard shaft...it wasn't exactly a chastity cage, but trying to do any jerking off while it was being worn surely would've been very interesting indeed. His dick throbbed and engorged itself even further inside the ring cage, an angry pink Henrik admired for a few moments before he rolled a black latex sheath over it all...for consistency's sake, he thought.

A couple of wired nipple clamps later he was ready, and strapped a control box around his waist with a leather strip, onto which all the wires hanging off his gear attached. This control box had only one connector point, and that would go into a cable attached to the big blinking box on his rig.

Finally ready, and barely able to contain his excitement, Henrik decided that it was time.

He stepped over to the small platform created by the wheeled box and made a few adjustments to the buttons on the control unit before he slowly, carefully, parted the fold of latex and laid himself down onto the hard surface, also covered in black, shiny latex. He couldn't help but moan at the sensation of the slick material, touching his back and legs everywhere, by now, and soon even further, as he pulled on the top so that he could align his cock with a well-placed hole there, to slip it out so that it would actually flop out of the sac and against his belly...not to be wrapped like the rest of him, but to throb endlessly out there, with no hope of being touched...only teased.

The stallion attached a small clip onto his ear, made sure it was wired up, checked his connector, and then pushed his left hand through another snug hole in the latex sheet. He took a small remote controller into his hand, and once he felt comfortable, pulled the sheet over his head.

There was darkness, but his snout aligned with the breathing hole, carefully adjusted, of course, but all he could see was black. He was already moaning.

"Here we go..."

Henrik pressed the top button the side of the controller and heard a soft whirr as the ingenious automatic zipper worked. He'd rigged up a small electric motor with pulleys to the heavy plastic zipper on the side of the sac, and now, with a press of a button, he could hear it pop and roll into a closed position. Hell, even McGuyver would've been jealous of that, the horse thought with pride, as he felt the latex tighten around himself and seal himself.

The pounding his heart and his breathing became much noisier now that he was sealed up, unable to hear, only feeling the cold latex on his sweaty skin and nothing more, his hard cock throbbing against it, too, but with the layers of latex already in place, he couldn't make any detailed assumptions...only cold metal, and heartless plastic.

He was ready. He was going to do it now...put the Box put him through another hours of endless teasing and sensory deprivation. He was going to let the computer torture him, keep him at its mercy, and there would be nothing short of passing out to stop it - a switch on the remote controller in his hand would terminate the program should he stop holding it in his hand, and the pulse oximeter attached to his ear would tell the box if he'd passed out or struggling to breathe, which too would automatically open the bag and release him from his torment.

Besides all that, however, once he'd hit the button again, there was nothing that would stop the machine for the next four hours.

Was he even ready?

He'd been ready ever since he'd had his first handcuffs clipped around his wrists by a naughty one-night stand, and he'd learned the joys of bondage and submission. His appetite had grown so great that it was difficult to find partners to satisfy his needs...so why not let computers do it for him?

Henrik sucked in a deep, long breath through the hole his muzzle occupied, and hit the button.

A loud whirring and rumbling filled his ears, the platform vibrated underneath him, adding to the myriad of sensations he experienced in one single moment, as the gear began to work. Almost instantly the latex tightened around him, gently at first, but slowly, as the jury-rigged vacuum cleaner motor sucked air out of the bag, he became more and more constrained within the vacuum bondage bag. It hugged him tight, growing more taut, and prompted Henrik to hold his breath - otherwise there would be no room for him to breathe while in bondage once the suctioning terminated, which ended after a few more loud, tense seconds.

Then it was mostly quiet again, but for the sound of his own panting and the beat of his heart. He was completely bound now, every part of him closed into the wrapping embrace of the latex around his tall, muscled body. He could not move an inch but for breathing, and for left hand which simple security demanded he keep outside the bag, so that he could escape if something went wrong...but beyond his fingers, there was no motion.

The stallion nickered softly. He would not struggle...he knew it to be in vain, bagged up like he was, there simply was no give on the latex, pulled tight by the simple laws of physics, now working to feed the horse's dirty pleasures. He felt so helpless, so beyond help that it was difficult to consider anything that could be much more arousing. He couldn't see nor hear, he only felt slick latex, and the only smell in the air was heavy, heady rubber.

He laid down, his cock throbbing, and waited with nervous anticipation. The program of teasing had been completely randomized with the intention that he would be kept constantly teased, edged and tortured, with no chance of an orgasm. There would be nobody to beg to for it, either, there were only merciless microchips, with very simple binary minds...

ORGASM = NO

TORTURE = YES

There was no telling how long he'd have to simply lie there, awaiting the first strike of the various implements he had strapped onto his body - once, during an earlier run, he'd laid there for what felt like an hour before something finally happened, and it had driven him almost delirious, lying still, unable to move, sweating like mad and feeling harder than ever, leaking all over the shiny latex...

It was hard to keep track of time anyway while in such harsh quarters (though Henrik fondly remembered a big daddy bear whose play dungeon included a big shiny electric clock so that his playmates would always know exactly just how much more they would have to endure), but he was still rather sure that it didn't take an hour before the more devious systems imbedded into his rig began to work.

The plug inside his ass began to vibrate, only gently, but enough to put considerable teasing onto his prostate and cause his cock to twitch. At the same time, electric sparks were directed into his clamped nipples, making the stallion gasp. It was such a strange sensation, borderline pain mixed with pleasure, he did like having his nipples played with, sometimes roughly, too, and the machine was providing just that, teasing him to the edge and beyond.

The almost gentle anal stimulation continued, making the horse anticipate what would happen to his pride and joy, currently throbbing abandoned over his belly. Knowing what kind of hardware he had put there, the machine would have quite the many things at its disposal to lash onto him. The teasing in his butt was already enough to make him squirm...as hopeless as it was, and only made him feel sweaty, hot and exhausted, within the confines of the firm latex keeping every limb and every body part under tight bondage. There was simply no moving, no escaping, only waiting for even further teasing to come, to treat his body like a worthless toy.

His prostate was happily vibrating along to the plug by the time the first rolling flows of electricity entered his cock cage and hence battered into his flesh. His foot-long pole jumped and slapped against his belly, just fast enough before the next pulse attacked his nerves. The fierce sensation poured through his body, bringing out gasps and moans and pre-cum that leaked into the latex sheath covering his burning cock. He strained...the pulses making his member dance out of control. Sharp lashes over his tip, near his medial ring, around the base, the metal rings sparked again and again, making sure that the stallion's most sensitive flesh would never have a moment's rest. Henrik was no stranger to electricity play, he had been brought to orgasm many times through such means, he knew how intense it could get...and that made the experience even more torturous now, knowing that no matter how much he'd hope for it, it was not going to happen. The machine's thresholds had been carefully set up by the stallion, knowing his own limits, the unrelenting game would continue until the timer would run out, and before that he could only take it...

It just went on and on, endless electricity, vibration, his body squirming even in bondage, muscles flexing and fighting the grip of the latex around him, unable to move a single inch. He wasn't sure how much he'd leaked into the sheath...his cock continually pounding against his belly while it was relentlessly teased. Even now it felt like someone was slapping his schlong, sharp, sharp smacks over his straining flesh. It made him breathless...it felt too good, even when mixed with the twang of pain.

"ENJOYING YOURSELF?"

Henrik let out a surprised whinnie - a voice had spoken, muffled, but obviously loudly inflected, someone shouting next to his ear, dampened by the latex surrounding his head, surrounding all of him, so that even someone yelling at the top of their lungs could only be barely heard into his sensory deprivation.

"Who...who's there?" Henrik mumbled, almost dropping his dead horse's switch as he contemplated the possibility of an intruder while he was completely helpless.

"SO THIS WHAT YOU GET UP TO IN YOUR SPARE TIME BUBBLE BUTT!"