Ryan messaged Leatherman Jase after seeing his Twitter profile filled with photos and videos of him in his Langlitz leathers and with guys tied up in his straitjacket. They took their conversation to Telegram where Ryan quickly set up a meeting with Jase. Ryan didnāt know what he would be getting himself into.
45 minutes later Ryan showed up at the bus stop, Jase was there wearing his thick leather jacket and pants. Ryan wore a tank top and shorts and said āHow, just how are you not boiling inside that jacket?ā Jase said āYou get used to it after wearing it for a while, initially it was torture, I sweat like hell, but now I barely sweat and barely feel warm.ā Ryan cringed. Jase lead him over to his house a block away. As they stepped inside Ryans lungs filled with leathery air. All Ryan could smell from the front door of that house was leather and as they walked in deeper it got stronger. They reached the dungeon room, a spare bedroom at the back of the house. The bed had a thick leather quilt and heavy leather sheets and pillows. On it there were dozens of heavy straps and a leather harness that looked like it was designed for holding down some sort of monster. It was inches thick and had steel fasteners. Ryan said āUm, what is all of this for, seems a bit over the top. I aint gonna be pulling that hard.ā Jase said āOh you will, you wonāt do a single dent to this setup, I got it made this way to handle even the strongest of men.ā
Jase closed the bedroom door and locked it, he swallowed the key and said āYouāre gonna be in here with me til I shit this key out tomorrow, got it?ā Ryan gulped. Jase closed the bathroom door revealing the straitjacket. Ryan touched it and his body shivered. Ryan said āOh fuck man, itās so thick.ā Jase pulled it down off of the closet and unzipped the backside. He said āPull your shirt offā Ryan pulled his shirt off knowing he had no choice but to oblige to Jase, now knowing he was locked in a room with him. Jase was twice Ryanās weight and he knew that a tussle with him would surely be the end. Jase said to Ryan āArms straight in front of youā Ryan put his arms out. Jase pulled the straitjacket onto Ryan, the thick puffy sleeves already making Ryan uncomfortably warm. The smooth leather lining in them filled with down squeezing his arms snugly. Ryan said āIs it supposed to be this tight?ā Jase pulled it closed around his backside, sealing his upper body into the puffy smooth leather. He pulled the five back straps as tight as they would go, pressing his knee into Ryanās back making him cry and whimper. Ryan gasped āJase, please, Itās hard to breatheā Jase pulled the arm straps roughly and yanked his puffy arms around himself, he pressed his foot into Ryanās back again and yanked the strap to the last hole, going beyond it. He forced the buckle into the strap and said āFuckinā crushed in that jacket now. Figured Iād add an extra hole called the "CRUSH THE MANā hole.ā Ryan wheezed "Jase, please. Itās so hard to breathe.ā Jase turned him around and rubbed his chest. He said āInto nipple torture?ā Ryan said āNo, not fond of it.ā Jase pulled the nipple flaps off and replaced them with thickly padded leather ones. They sealed closed over the snaps. Ryan smelled a chemical and said āWhat the, was that glue?ā Jase said āYep, but itās only on the leather, those nipple flaps never get used so I figured Iād get rid of them.ā Ryan regretted this, he realized those nipple flaps were the only way he would get any fresh air to touch his body, sweating, sticking to the leather. It was horribly hot inside of the straitjacket, and worse yet horribly tight. Jase pulled the arm loop strap and crushed Ryanās arms tightly with it, pulling it as tight as it would go laughing as he whimpered and weakly wiggled. Jase grinned and said āHow does it feel being literally crushed in leather.ā Ryan said āPlease take it off.ā Jase said āCanāt not without the same key I ate. The buckles are self locking.ā Ryan screamed weakly āPLEASE! IāM GOING TO DIE IN THIS JACKET ITāS SO HOT AND TIGHT!ā Jase kicked Ryan onto the bed. He pulled the quilt down sliding it out from under his body.
Jase as Ryan started trying to sit up and furthermore stand up pressed Ryanās body down against the bed. He pulled the heavy leather harness down over his head and pressed it against his chest, he pulled the locking metal chains up to the harness and locked it on him. He pulled the ratcheting adjustments tightly, working them til Ryan whimpered in pain, gasping. Straps wrapped around Ryans legs and ankles, they pulled his legs and ankles tight to the mattress. Ryan wiggled his head around looking around nervously. Jase pulled a leather head strap around his head and cinched it tight, pulling his head down against the pillow, he couldnāt move his head not even to the sides. Ryan was now completely immobilized in leather. Jase said āHow does it feel, being completely immobile, crushed within puffy leather.ā Ryan said āPlease, itās heavy, itās tight, itās hot, just get me out of this!ā Jase took a picture of the locks on the straps and harness and said showing him his phone āI canāt, not til I fish the key out of my shit tomorrow. Until then youāre literally a leather prisoner!ā Jase pulled the heavy quilt up to Ryanās neck and said āHave a good day and night.ā Jase crawled out of the window and closed it from outside, it locked with an audible click. Ryan was now completely alone, cocooned in leather almost. The cruel crushing jacket squeezing his body harshly. All he could do was weakly pull at the straps and wiggle within the straitjacket, but each time he did it only brought him closer to blacking out from exhaustion. Ryan decided to just relax, he stared up and saw something shining on the ceiling. He heard Jaseās voice and said āLook up at the ceilingā The ceiling slid open revealing a large screen, on it was black flashing text āLEATHER IS YOUR LIFE, LEATHER IS ALL YOU KNOW, YOU ARE A LEATHER SLAVE, ALL YOU WILL WEAR FOR ETERNITY IS LEATHERā Ryan couldnāt look away, he could only close his eyes, and when he did he would feel a painful shock in his head. The head strap was electrified.
Ryan laid there, eyes wide open the whole day, staring at the looping text on the screen. It was horrible. By that night though, things began to change, Ryan began feeling more comfortable in the jacket and realized his mind was melting. His mind was being erased, and replaced with that of a leather slave. That night the screen turned off promptly at 7PM. Jase said āSleep tight, literally!ā all went silent, all went dark. Ryan felt something come down over his eyes, the head strap had built in blindfolds that closed over Ryanās eyes. Ryan wiggled and squirmed til he fell asleep, exhausted from the whole day. The next morning he awoke to Jaseās voice āNow begins the second part of you becoming a permanent leather slaveā Ryan squirmed and yelled weakly āI JUST CAME TO PLAY! I DONāT WANNA BE A LEATHER SLAVEā Jase said laughing āI saw your little fantasy on Tumblr, the one where you wrote about wanting to wear leather forever. Iām gonna make it real!ā Ryan screamed āHOW! You met me on Twitter, How did you find my Tumblr! Thatās a closed blog! For friends only!ā Jase said āYou know your friend Alex? He spilled the beans on it.ā Ryan snarled āIāll kill him!ā Jase said āOh, whats that, a threat? Guess I canāt let you out of that straitjacket and bed.ā Ryan said āI was joking but heās dead to me, Iāll never talk to the little punk again.ā
The day dragged on slowly for Ryan laying there staring up at the screen, now devoid of words, just an image of himself mirrored from a camera in the ceiling. Wiggling and struggling. The air in the room was hot and leathery, every breath Ryan took was of the pungent leather aroma, ever since he walked into the house all he inhaled was the strong smell of heavy leather.
That evening Jase walked into the room with the key and said āThe question is, will you pose a threat to Alex?ā Ryan said āNo, but as soon as I get out of this Iām blocking him from my Tumblr, blocking him on Twitter Facebook and Iām going to call him and tell him "WE ARE THROUGH! NOT MY FRIEND!ā and then Iām gonna block his phone number. If the prick ever tries to show up at my house he will learn what a knuckle sandwich is. Jase said āFair enough, Iāll also make sure Alex doesnāt interact with you ever again. But now comes the part of becoming a leather slave, forever to wear and smell leather. At least youāll get a 30 pound Langlitz jacket out of it.ā Ryan grinned, then looked nervous, then grinned. For longer than a decade he had lusted over Langlitz jackets. He was nervous as to what this would entail but all he knew was he was going to have one of his own.
Jase pressed a syringe into Ryanās neck, he blacked out after writhing around weakly pulling at the straps. Ryan reawoke, his body limp. Jase said āSit up Subject 8151ā Ryan sat up on command. Jase pulled a thick leather shirt onto him, it had smooth leather inside. He zipped the shirt up and buttoned it closed. He then fused the leather closed over the buttons and said āYou will wear this shirt for the rest of eternity.ā Ryan said āA leather covered object, I am nothing but a leather covered object, I am subject 8151ā Jase said āGood object, now lift your legs and lay back.ā Ryan laid back and lifted his legs, Jase slid onto his legs a pair of thick and heavy shiny leather pants. He zipped them closed and buttoned them before forcing a heavy smooth leather belt into the belt loops. The belt had no buckles or holes, as soon as the ends touched each other it fused closed. Ryan said āDeeper into the leather conversion I go, nothing but a subject, Subject 8151ā Jase said āNow you will stand up and accept the jacketā Ryan stood up, his mind still excited about the Langlitz jacket, though he couldnāt speak. Jase pulled the jacket onto Ryan, it weighed 30 pounds. The belt like the pants fused shut as soon as its ends touched. The zipper smelled of chemicals, Ryan knew it was covered in glue and as Jase zipped it closed he realized he was fully encased in leather with not a single way out. Jase said āNow for the finishing touch on you Subject 8151ā he pulled out a thick heavy leather collar. On it was a tag that said āSubject 8151, Leather Slave, DO NOT REMOVE ANY ARTICLE OF CLOTHING, REMOVAL OF THIS COLLAR OR ANY ARTICLE OF CLOTHING WILL CAUSE DEATH!ā Jase put the collar on Ryan after showing him the tag. Ryan broke through the hypnosis and said āDEATH!? HOW!?ā Jase said āYour body is dependent on that leather now. You will live for eternity, you will return here every week for the weekend, you will spend the weekends restrained in the dungeon.ā Ryan asked again āHow will I go to work like this!?ā Jase said āJust deal with it, people might find it odd at first but just tell them you get cold easily, oh and look whats out front for you when you leaveā Jase said āDepart Subject 8151ā Ryan walked out of the house, outside in the front he saw a brand new motorcycle, a helmet and gloves sat on the seat. Ryan didnāt ever ride a motorcycle before, he turned around and went up to Jaseās house again, he knocked on the door. Jase opened the door and said āWhatās wrong, brand new bike and youāre still here.ā Ryan said āI donāt do motorcycles.ā He pressed a switch on the wall and said āWill you do a corvette?ā the garage opened and revealed a bright yellow and black corvette with racing stripe. The roof was sliced off and the car was a permanently top down convertible. Ryan ran up to the car and said āNo way, this? for me?ā Jase said āYou earned it by becoming a subject. Now enjoy it.ā Ryan got into the car and drove off heading to his place of work.
Ryan pulled in to the office, the guard at the gate stopped him and said āWhats this? Stolen car? You usually are driving around in that rust bucket of a 2000 Ford Fiestaā Ryan said āNo, I won it, look at the title.ā Ryan pulled the title from the glovebox. The guard looked at it and said āWell son of a bitch you own that car, have a Langlitz jacket, pants andā¦ straight to the VIP lot with you.ā The guard buzzed a second gate open. Ryan swerved out of the main gate and went through the VIP gate, it lead him up a short ramp and he was directly in front of the massive office building. There were few cars in the lot, all belonging to high ranking executives. Ryan pulled his car in at the back of the lot, not wanting to disturb the executives or raise suspicion, he didnāt understand why he was in the VIP lot to begin with. He stood up closed the door and walked into the office building. The secretary said āRyan? What the hell are you wearing?ā Ryan said āLanglitz leathers, you like?ā Secretary Ana said āSECURITY!!!ā Three guards came rushing out to the desk and looked at Ryan and said āStolen leather clothing? In this heat? What are you doing!?ā Ryan pulled out of his pocket the receipts, all showing his name on the receiver line.ā The men walked away and said "The leathers are his, we canāt do anything about him being weird and wearing it in this heat.ā Ana said āOk, so youāve got a corvette out front, those leathers, what the hell is going on? How does a bottom tier desk jockey like you get all that money?ā Ryan said āAna, itās not money, Iā¦ Iā¦ I met a guy who gave all of this to me after enduring a test.ā Ana said āWhat kind of test?ā Ryan smacked his head with his hand and pulled his phone out showing her photos from the bondage session. Ana broke out laughing hysterically and buzzed the security gate open and said āSee you later kinky man!ā Ryan went up to his office, strangely there was a sign on the door āOffice relocated, please go to floor 102 Room 102-01ā Ryan was nervous, he knew 102-01 was a penthouse suite, an executive office, not any normal executive office either but a C-Suite, one where the C-Level guys went. Ryan got into the elevator and said ā102nd floor Jenā The elevators were all voice activated, each lift having a name plate on the inside, the lift Ryan happened to get into was Jen. The lift spoke back in a soft tone ā102nd floor, express mode activated, executives suite, voice print match, security verification passedā The elevator jumped to life and rocketed to the top of the building. Ryan was astonished at the power of the lift, grabbing the handrails afraid of falling over. The lift came to a soft stop and spoke again ā102nd floor, please watch your step, please ensure you have all belongings with you, please say clear of doors Jen when you are finished deboardingā Ryan walked off of the elevator and said āClear of doors Jenā the doors closed and the elevator whisked off. He looked around and walked over to the corner office, 102-01, on the door was an envelope. Ryan opened it.
Inside was a letter, written in fancy calligraphy ink āRyan, I hope this document finds you well, youāve been promoted, little did you know youāve been pushing paper for Langlitz California. Down there on the lower floors we just tell employees they work for LCI Inc. Now you know the truth, keep it secret new chief sales officer. Your job is to go out as much as possible show our leathers and get people to buy them. Sincerely - Desmondā
A key card dropped out from the letter, Ryan picked it up and unlocked the door, marble countertops, a suite like office greeted him and a voice spoke āGood afternoon Ryan, I am Erica, your digital and robotic assistant, let me know if there is anything I can do.ā Ryan was thirsty and drenched in sweat, he said āWhiskey on the rocks?ā in a questioning tone, wondering if the robot would be able to do it. Erica replied āWhat kind of whiskey? Jim Beam, Jamesons, Makers Mark, Seagrams, Thereās a lot to pick from!ā Ryan said āI donāt know, uhh, J Beam.ā Out of the ceiling descended onto the desk a small robotic arm holding a high ball glass with a pair of large ice cubes and a hefty serving of whiskey. Ryan picked up the glass and drank it down, he then said āErica, water.ā the arm descended and poured water into the same glass. He drank it and sat down in the leather chair, it too was thick creaky leather. He looked at the side and saw the tag āLanglitz Managers Chair $9400ā He stood up and shrieked. ā$9400 chair!? Get someone in here, this is ridiculous!ā Erica said āYouāre the CSO, you deserve it. Now get to work!ā A laptop appeared from the desk and opened its self. A note pad came up from the side and Ryan read it
Video call with prospective buyers at SF Leather Boutique
Video call with Hawaii Leather Emporium Buyer
Video call with SF Pride organizers
Video call with Executive Team
Seemed simple enough, Ryan went through the motions, all wearing his heavy, sweaty, Langlitz leathers. his collar tag hidden by the collar of the jacket. One person from the SF Pride parade though noticed the collar and said āWhere do we get THOSE!ā Ryan gulped, he looked around the room, his eyes darted around, he stared up at the camera in the ceiling and mouthed āErica, come on, ideas?ā Suddenly the laptop screen printed āJust tell her itās a Langlitz special orderā
Ryan finished the days calls and went home, he realized that he wasnāt going to be showering in the leathers, but he somehow was dripping with sweat yet didnāt smell. The next morning he awoke and he was dry, he hadnāt sweat at all. Then he thought to himself āThis must been what Jase was talking about.ā Ryanās body had adjusted to being encased in the leather.
Years passed, then decades, he realized that he hadnāt aged a day. He asked Jase what was going on and he said āYouāre an immortal leather being, have fun being a rich leather executive for the rest of eternity.ā
Ryan was astounded, not at all the leather slavery he was thinking would happen happened to him, instead much better happened. Though he could only wonder if he would ever get the leather off and feel the warm air against his skin. And he never did. For eternity, Ryan will be a leather clad Langlitz man!
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