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Commission drawn by UsagiForehead

"Mistress..." Amethyst had a voice that balanced the feminine and the masculine. Some would call it endearing, others whiny. More than a few would simply have preferred his lips open, mouth filled, and words gagged.

"Yes, Ammy?"

Amethyst furrowed his brow. He was an elite agent in MirageCorp's service! If he didn't like something, he deserved answers. And if he didn't get them, he had half a mind to take his questions to Phantom's room. The CEO would probably be more than willing to explain her plans if she was bound and breathless. Still, she'd given him such a pleasant afternoon. Lots of personal time, including a long bath and massage... he couldn't be too angry.

"You still haven't described the mission parameters. I can't be successful if you drop me in like this... especially not without a shred of guidance."

True, it wasn't exactly a standard-issue stealth suit. Tight, heavy MirageCorp smart-materials formed into rubber provided a thoroughly erotic touch. She had very slowly, very carefully locked him deep into the outfit with no hope of escape. The catsuit was digitally printed onto his body, leaving no room for Amethyst's slender form to escape its grasp.

She helped a massive boot up his legs, going all the way up to the top of his shapely thigh. He wasn't going to be doing much running, kneeling, kicking, or fighting. Both boots were zipped up and locked in place, with two straps that glued themselves shut when hit with a minor dose of calibrated energy.

"Don't worry, Amethyst. You won't have to walk on this mission."

He wouldn't be getting much of anything done on this operation! The aromatic touch of Phantom's hands on Amethyst's body made him shiver and groan in growing excitement. Long gloves that went to his armpit made him feel heavier and more compressed. His muscles filled out the shapes of his mittened hands - curved , separated, and kept safe. The agent rubbed his mitts against his chest, confirming that they were indeed very stuck.

"Tsk, that's my job." The mistress and executive took her time rubbing his chest. He blushed, afraid that he was going to do something untoward with all this stimulation. Her scent, the sight of her, the sound of her occasional giggle and soft stroking of his rubber-clad chest was enough to make a lesser man melt. Amethyst barely hid his arousal and eagerness.

Phantom, however, made sure it was well-hidden. His groin was given a wide plate of semi-stretchy rubber. Within it, his cock was enclosed in two layers of sheaths calibrated to minimize arousal and protect his manhood against any accidents that might happen while in the field. (Or, in his case, to maximize arousal and enforce the constant threat of his groin being struck and sending vibrating stimuli throughout his nerves.) He felt something rubbing against his rear; one of many systems to support him while he was in the middle of his operation.

(Continued in Part 2)

Make sure to tell the original artist what you think as well: Amethyst in training (commission) pt1

Make sure to download and save a full-res copy! You can check out Khayos-Rave 's OC Amethyst (though you can't see his poor, breathless face!) here

Mature Content

and read a story featuring him here:

Mature Content

(click 'download PDF')
My first interaction was actually a commission featuring him, found here: Watchwomen

Description
Commission drawn by UsagiForehead

"Mistress..." Amethyst had a voice that balanced the feminine and the masculine. Some would call it endearing, others whiny. More than a few would simply have preferred his lips open, mouth filled, and words gagged.

"Yes, Ammy?"

Amethyst furrowed his brow. He was an elite agent in MirageCorp's service! If he didn't like something, he deserved answers. And if he didn't get them, he had half a mind to take his questions to Phantom's room. The CEO would probably be more than willing to explain her plans if she was bound and breathless. Still, she'd given him such a pleasant afternoon. Lots of personal time, including a long bath and massage... he couldn't be too angry.

"You still haven't described the mission parameters. I can't be successful if you drop me in like this... especially not without a shred of guidance."

True, it wasn't exactly a standard-issue stealth suit. Tight, heavy MirageCorp smart-materials formed into rubber provided a thoroughly erotic touch. She had very slowly, very carefully locked him deep into the outfit with no hope of escape. The catsuit was digitally printed onto his body, leaving no room for Amethyst's slender form to escape its grasp.

She helped a massive boot up his legs, going all the way up to the top of his shapely thigh. He wasn't going to be doing much running, kneeling, kicking, or fighting. Both boots were zipped up and locked in place, with two straps that glued themselves shut when hit with a minor dose of calibrated energy.

"Don't worry, Amethyst. You won't have to walk on this mission."

He wouldn't be getting much of anything done on this operation! The aromatic touch of Phantom's hands on Amethyst's body made him shiver and groan in growing excitement. Long gloves that went to his armpit made him feel heavier and more compressed. His muscles filled out the shapes of his mittened hands - curved , separated, and kept safe. The agent rubbed his mitts against his chest, confirming that they were indeed very stuck.

"Tsk, that's my job." The mistress and executive took her time rubbing his chest. He blushed, afraid that he was going to do something untoward with all this stimulation. Her scent, the sight of her, the sound of her occasional giggle and soft stroking of his rubber-clad chest was enough to make a lesser man melt. Amethyst barely hid his arousal and eagerness.

Phantom, however, made sure it was well-hidden. His groin was given a wide plate of semi-stretchy rubber. Within it, his cock was enclosed in two layers of sheaths calibrated to minimize arousal and protect his manhood against any accidents that might happen while in the field. (Or, in his case, to maximize arousal and enforce the constant threat of his groin being struck and sending vibrating stimuli throughout his nerves.) He felt something rubbing against his rear; one of many systems to support him while he was in the middle of his operation.

(Continued in Part 2)

Make sure to tell the original artist what you think as well: Amethyst in training (commission) pt1

Make sure to download and save a full-res copy! You can check out Khayos-Rave 's OC Amethyst (though you can't see his poor, breathless face!) here

Mature Content

and read a story featuring him here:

Mature Content

(click 'download PDF')
My first interaction was actually a commission featuring him, found here: Watchwomen