It’s hard work maintaining a spaceship, so cutting a deal to house prisoners to do unpaid dirty work is kind of a no-brainer. Once a notorious space thug, Hayden Jenkins is currently serving his sentence by mopping floors, cleaning toilets, fixing engines and serving as a forensics assistant under scientist, Scott Forgrave, all aboard the S.S. Marchana. Donning the dreary brown prison suit, and matching rubber gloves and boots, Jenkins remains on his best behaviour. He knows even the most mild crew members, like Dr. Forgrave, are firmly dedicated to their jobs, and all are wary of his past.
Isolation comes at its most stifling though, as the special collar around his neck hides its own devious restraints. At the press of a button, a thick, rubber material shoots from the device, quickly enveloping the head and the upper body of the victim, inflating outwards into a soft, rubber ball, keeping even the most vicious prisoners from harming themselves or others; also forming a tight seal over their heads and arms, keeping them silenced, and more importantly, constricted.
Jenkins is no stranger to his rubber isolation, he has spent most of his time aboard sealed away in his cell, faceless, nameless and unrecognisable. He’s also witnessed the far crueler methods of restraint for the more disruptive prisoners. He has yet to face the bondage chair, but he knows he’s one slip-up away from feeling the wrath of the crew. Biding his time, Hayden has plenty of chances to think of methods of escape, but the lust for revenge fuels his mind as he mumbles to himself beneath the gag.
All the while, the crew have been investing in similar restraint products, including a belt which produces a much larger ball trap. As they explore the many planets and satellites they come across, furthering their mission of discovery, their free labour sits, waiting, coldly, within his latex cocoon.
Had an interesting dream. Had to draw. Want to do more stuff with the crew. Watch this space.
Isolation comes at its most stifling though, as the special collar around his neck hides its own devious restraints. At the press of a button, a thick, rubber material shoots from the device, quickly enveloping the head and the upper body of the victim, inflating outwards into a soft, rubber ball, keeping even the most vicious prisoners from harming themselves or others; also forming a tight seal over their heads and arms, keeping them silenced, and more importantly, constricted.
Jenkins is no stranger to his rubber isolation, he has spent most of his time aboard sealed away in his cell, faceless, nameless and unrecognisable. He’s also witnessed the far crueler methods of restraint for the more disruptive prisoners. He has yet to face the bondage chair, but he knows he’s one slip-up away from feeling the wrath of the crew. Biding his time, Hayden has plenty of chances to think of methods of escape, but the lust for revenge fuels his mind as he mumbles to himself beneath the gag.
All the while, the crew have been investing in similar restraint products, including a belt which produces a much larger ball trap. As they explore the many planets and satellites they come across, furthering their mission of discovery, their free labour sits, waiting, coldly, within his latex cocoon.
Had an interesting dream. Had to draw. Want to do more stuff with the crew. Watch this space.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Bondage
Species Human
Gender Male
Size 1072 x 3437px
Hot guy, hot predicament Always good to see more stuff from you
Any chance we’ll see the bondage chair he’s one slip-up away from?
Any chance we’ll see the bondage chair he’s one slip-up away from?
Hopefully you will. I’m considering running with these characters and making a patreon with bondage themed comic strips
I guess? He’s a prisoner, so they just use him for jobs, and then seal him back away when he’s exhausted his usefulness.
Oh man, definitely continue this line of thinking, I very much wanna see more from this concept.
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