Darkroom Patrol Fetish Tank

Door guy nods. You’re in.

The Darkroom Patrol Fetish Tank grabs your torso like a firm hand—slick, black, unforgiving. Straps frame your traps, metal hardware catching every stray beam of light as you push through the crowd. Sweat beads, runs under the fabric, makes it shine harder.

At the bar, backs straighten when you lean in. In the maze, fingers trace the edge of the tank, testing how close they can get. You feel every touch through the tight stretch. No sleeves, no distraction—just shoulders, chest, and intent.

This is gear for hunters, handlers, men on cruise control. Throw it over a harness, or straight onto skin. Darkroom. Warehouse. Back patio. You’re not just there—you’re on patrol, deciding who gets taken in for questioning.

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Material: Polyamide

Fabric Care

• Hand wash in cold water. No bleach. Tumble dry low or hang dry.