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Trucker's leather boy 2
The morning started like any other. Next to my ever present steel collar and chastity Sir's chosen outfit for me consisted of a tight blue rubber sleeveless top and black rubber shorts that had a zipper going from the front to the back.
After cuffing my wrists behind my back and attaching my collar to one of the many D-rings Sir bolted to the inside walls of the cabin of his truck. He fucked my mouth with abandon until his load coated the inside of my eager mouth. His release was subsequently followed by the order to not swallow. He told me we were going to run some errands and I was only allowed to swallow his cum when someone asked me a direct question.
I had one "regular" outfit which was to only be put on overtop what he had already chosen for me that day and only for daytime trips outside Sir's truck. This consisted of a basic black sweater and seemingly regular blue jeans. I say seemingly because they also had a hidden backzip. He wanted easy access to his favourite hole at all times.
Today's errand turned out to be a trip to a sex shop in preparation for my first orgy. Sir had been expressing his fantasy of wanting to watch me get used by a bunch of random men. His happiness is most if not all I care about so it didn't take long before we started organising everything to make his fantasy a reality.
We rented a room at a motel along a busy highway and Sir told me he'd made arrangements for a bunch of guys to arrive at a certain time.
In the room I was back into his chosen rubber outfit and he added a black rubber hood with no eye holes so I wouldn't know how many men I would have to service at any point during the night and he locked on black rubber bondage mitts completely rendering my hands unusable. It was clear he wanted me at their mercy. He completely zipped my shorts open from front to back and before long there was a knock at the door.
Rubber pup
I fucked up big time. I had loaned some money from some shady people thinking I'd easily would be able to pay them back when the moment came. Turns out I was an idiot.
So when two men knocked on my door to settle my debt and I had nothing to give they took me as payment. They forced me into this kind of constricting rubber suit, something called a bitch suit I was told later, effectively turning me into their rubber dog.
At first I was hoping they'd just humiliate me for a while and I'd get of easy. Turns out there's a whole market for videos of people in rubber suits like mine getting fucked by one or more men.
Every day they film at least one video. If I'm not being used I'm leashed. Sometimes they have visitors and I am either the center of attention or I'm ignored completely.
Being reduced to a rubber toy, with my holes being the only real points of contact to the outside world, has made me start to lose myself a bit. At times I now find myself asking my captors to play with me, videotaped or not.
Mr. Stevens
I guess I asked for this. I'm currently on the bus on my way home with cum leaking out of my hole. I just came from a visit with an old teacher of mine, Mr. Stevens. He was my math teacher when I was in my last year of high school and the three things I remember from that class was that he was kind, he was strict and he had a prominent bulge in the slacks he usually wore. When he invited me over for a drink after running into him 5 years after graduating. I gladly accepted, thinking I'd be nice to catch up.
Now lately I've been wearing more thongs and harnesses underneath my regular clothes to make day to day life a bit more kinky. And the day I was meeting up with Mr. Stevens was no different. I chose a stainless steel chastity cage, a see through skimpy black jockstrap and to push my own boundaries some more I wore black leather trackpants with a concealed backzip and a tight underarmor compression shirt. The shirt made my pecs look real nice. I felt like a total slut.
When I arrived to Mr. Stevens house the actual reality sort of kicked in of how I was dressed but right as I wanted to turn around my teacher opened the door and welcomed me inside.
It took me a second to notice but the white collared shirt he was wearing was neatly tucked into black leather pants.
Unexpectedly he gave me a a big bear hug pressing my body completely into his. I realised too late that his big bulge would make contact with my caged cock. I panicked but his embrace was inescapable and for half a second it felt like he was even grinding his crotch into mine.
With his hand on my lower back he guided me into his kitchen where he asked me what I wanted to drink.
I asked for sparkling water while making a conscious effort not to stare at his prominent leather bulge.
As my old math teacher moved around his kitchen. It was clear that he'd kept in shape. His shirt pulled tight around his biceps and his ass looked mouthwatering in those leather pants.
After chatting for a bit he asked me if I could try and reach something at the back of one of his lower kitchen cabinets. Explaining that his big frame made it impossible for him to reach.
I agreed which put me on my hands and knees with my ass towards him. Stupidly I forgot that my 'hidden' rear zip was a lot more noticeable in said position. It also meant that I was completely unaware of my old teacher rubbing is growing leather bulge while staring at my leather covered asscheeks.
When I told him that I couldn't see much he told me he'd grab a flashlight so he could shine some light in the back of the cabinet. When he came back I felt him kneeling behind me gently pushing his crotch inbetween my cheeks while bending over me. We were basically in doggy and I was thankful for the chastity cage containing what otherwise would have been a very prominent erection.
Deciding to test the waters a bit I gently pushed back into his crotch.
He was definitely hard.
Becoming a biker's sub 3
Turns out if you stimulate a prostate long enough the pain starts turning into pleasure eventually.
My captor had apparently set the fucking machine to an irregular tempo so I went from being slowly penetrated to getting roughly fucked to something in between and back. This constant change of rythm also made it impossible for me to keep track of time.
However long it took, Mark stopped the machine twice. Once to change out the first dildo for a bigger one and the second time so he could fuck me himself. His big cock met almost no resistance as he pushed in my lube slicked hole. He had effectively made me into his pocketpussy. I felt so humiliated. The humiliation got even stronger when I heard myself moaning on each of his thrusts.
After he shot his load deep in my ass he pulled out and left the room. He came back holding a camera. Apparently he wanted to commemorate this moment by taking pictures of me dressed up and restrained like a total cock slave and of my fucked hole which had started to leak his big load.
I can't remember much after that but I woke up in his arms a while later. In a fucked up way I felt safe.
Becoming a biker's sub 2
Waking up the following day came with a couple unpleasant realisations. Firstly, I was still chained to Marks bed. Second, he had blindfolded me while I was asleep. Third, there was a cock in my mouth. I tried to say stop but realising I had woken up Mark held my head steady while he quickened his pace and roughly fucked my helpless mouth. When he was about to cum he pushed his cock all the way down my throat effectively forcing me to swallow his load. After he pulled out of my unwilling mouth a strand of my saliva still connected my mouth to his member.
He looked at me trying to catch my breath and told me about his plans for me for the day. Specifically for my hole.
He was going to strap me to a fuck bench with a fucking machine set up behind me so my hole can get used to long fucking sessions.
I started struggling against my bonds but he just slapped me hard across the face and made it very clear that I wasn't going anywhere. I tried to reason with him but he just forced a penis shaped gag into my mouth.
Not caring about my garbled pleas for freedom he unchained me from his bed and dragged me to his playroom.
By the time I was strapped to his fuckbench and he was lubing up my hole I had no more fight left in me. It didn't take long before the whirring of a machine and my muffled moans were the sounds dominating Mark's playroom.
Trucker's leather boy
It's been five years now since I decided to walk out of my old life and said yes to becoming my Sir's boy. To be honest, I don't think I fully realised what I was agreeing to but I could not be happier.
Sir is a long haul trucker who I'd already met up and played with a couple times when he drove through my town. The second to last time he did he shared that he always looked forward to our sessions and that if he had it his way I'd hop into the cab of his truck and just keep him company on his long drives for work.
In between that visit and the next I couldn't get the idea out of my mind. To be honest there was nothing really keeping me in the place I was staying and by the next time he drove through I had made up my mind.
So I settled everything I needed to settle before I hopped into the cab of his truck and I haven't looked back since.
One of the first things he did was put me in a stainless steel chastity cage and a stainless steel collar that sits close to the skin.
I threw out all my regular clothes and only kept my leather gear. When we're on the road he wants to see my cage as much as possible so I'm either wearing no pants or something crotchless. Currently I'm in a leather polo shirt and leather chaps. It's what I fell asleep in last night. This morning I woke up by him fucking me gently awake. My hole by now has been properly trained to take his not unimpressive cock and that combined with still being lubed from the night before made it easy for him to slide into me. He'd ducktaped my hands behind my back and my mouth shut so I knew it wouldn't last long before gentle turned into a rough pounding.
Most mornings for me start with him dropping a load in either my ass or my mouth. Which is then usually followed by me being put in some form of restriction. After this morning's fuck he just left me ducktaped but attached a chain to the bed in the back of the cab so all I could do is just lie there while his cum slowly leaks out of my hole.
I truly love the fact that no one realizes that just out of sight in the back of his truck there's me, a young man restrained and gagged dressed like a leather boy completely fucked out, waiting until the next time he gets used again.
Selfbondage gone wrong: part 2
A lot changed that day. Ever since then my holes have been used daily by either my landlord who I now refer to as master or by whoever he lets use me.
First thing he did was shove a pile of clothes in my hands while ordering me to change. When I tried to communicate my disagreement he simply showed me some of the files he had attached to an email that would be sent to everyone I knew. Videos and photos of me basically being used as a cumdump the night before.
His chosen look for me turned out to be a bright shiny red pvc thong, shiny black nylon joggers and a white wifebeater. I looked and more importantly felt like a slut. Keeping in mind that I was still filled with cum from last night.
When I presented myself to my landlord he slapped my ass and told me we were going shopping. I tried to beg him to let me change into regular clothes but he grabbed me by the neck and dragged me out my front door all the way to his car. Gingerly I got into the passengers seat. Sitting down pushed my own plug deeper making me moan and my master chuckle while he started the car.
Although the car ride was short it was absolute torture. The plug seemed to pick up every singly vibration on the road which drove me crazy and I was super anxious to run into someone I knew while basically looking like kinky slave. This was even made worse when upon arrival my landlord took out a thick leather collar with leash attached. When I again tried to object he gave me two options. Either I let him collar me and I got to keep my joggers on or he would use force and drag me out of the car in my bright red thong. Defeated I chose option one.
The shop he took me to turned out to be a gay bdsm sexshop. They sold everything from leather and rubber gear to collars to dildo's etc. I also found out that the shop had a glory hole. It was outfitted as such that you could lock a slave in place so that they had no choice but to service whatever men happened to pass by. It had a D-ring attached to the wall just below the hole to attach a collar to and a thick leather strap that would go over the back of the slaves head to effectively keep it in place in front of the glory hole.
In stead of telling me about all this though my master chose to put a leather blindfold on me, gag me with a spider gag and lock my wrists together behind my back before securing me in front of the glory hole that at this point I still had no clue about. When the first cock entered my mouth I tried to to struggle but it was hopeless and by the time I had choked the third anonymous load down I had resigned myself to the helplessness of my current predicament.
The start of something new
Caring leather dom 46M looking for younger submissive bottom to take care of
I kept going back to the same profile. Ask me why and I couldn't tell you. Truth is, I'm as straight as they come, I just love anal play. I blame my ex to be honest. I had brought up wanting to try anal and the only way she agreed was if she got to peg me first. We fought about it because at first there's no way I was putting anything up there to which she pointed out the hypocrisy of that statement. Long story short I fucking loved it. I think a bit to much for my ex because a couple weeks later she dumped me.
Turns out not a lot of women seemed interested in the idea of topping me. I casually dated a couple girls but every time I brought up pegging or a strap on they seemed to peace out of the relationship. I couldn't get the feeling of being filled like that out of my mind though. So after a while I made a faceless Grindr account "just to see". And that's how I eventually ended up on this 'caring' Dom's profile. My eyes kept going back to his package. I decided to close the app and just keep it moving.
Later that day I saw I got a notification from Grindr.
I've noticed you've checked my profile a couple times. Hello!
I decided to respond.
Hi! Yeah, sorry! I'm just intrigued I guess! Sorry if that was weird haha
No need to be so apologetic boy. I just wanted to let you know that I don't bite ;) What are you looking for?
Him calling me boy made me feel weird but I didn't have anything to lose and I also didn't really think there was any harm in responding.
Well I'm in a bit of a pickle as they say. I'm straight but turns out I love anal play and I haven't really been able to find a girl willing to scratch that specific itch so to speak.
So you did a bit of mental word association with anal play and ended up on a gay app?
Hehe.. yup
Yup
Well, If you want your ass filled I might be willing to oblige. Depends on a couple things though.
Which are?
1. If I'm attracted to you 2. Your willingness to wear leather and/or rubber during playtime. If my profile didn't make it clear already I've got a bit of a kink you see 3. If I'm fucking you, no one else is.
I see
To be honest. I was getting hornier and hornier the longer this conversation kept going on. In my horniness I decided to sent a picture.
Well this is me. I'm fine with the leather/rubber, though I don't have any. And I'm also fine with just you doing that.
You'll do just fine. Some of my old gear will probably fit you. My name is Derrick by the way. You want to set a date?
Nice to meet you Derrick, I'm Steve. And how about next Saturday?
Saturday works. Here's my address. I expect you around 5pm.
And just like that I had set a time and place to get fucked in the ass by a man.
Saturday 4:57 pm
As I rang Derrick's doorbell I suddenly got hit by a wave of anxiety. What the fuck was I doing? I'm not gay. But right when I decided to turn back around and go home the door opened. Derrick was dressed like his picture. Decked out in full leather head to toe. He said hi and welcomed me inside. He offered me a beer which I eagerly accepted. I needed to take the edge off.
Turns out Derrick was a cool dude. We chatted about his work, my work, life etc. When I finished my third beer Derrick asked if I wanted to get down to business. Feeling a bit braver thanks to the alcohol I agreed.
First he took me to his bedroom where he had laid out two outfits he wanted me to wear. One was a leather vest, a leather jockstrap and leather chaps. The other was a rubber catsuit, a leather dog mask and leather mitts. I decided on the full leather look first. When I finished changing he took me in front of a full length mirror. We looked like a kinky gay couple. While I was mesmerized by my leather clad self Derrick stepped up flush against my back pushing his leather bulge between my cheeks.
"You're looking even more fuckable."
Truly at this point I didn't know what the fuck to feel. I clearly liked Derrick as a person and I definitely liked the current pressure on my hole.
"Thank you?"
"Why don't you try on the rubber option too, so you can make an educated decision."
To be honest I was quite intrigued so I threw caution to the wind and changed again. This time I needed his help to get everything on and when I was all dressed he told me to kneel so he could put on 'my collar' and take a picture. I felt safe behind the mask so I did as he asked.
"Good puppy. Now close those cute eyes for me I want to surprise you with the finishing touches."
Not going to lie I was horny as hell at this point so I just did as told. I heard Derrick open and close a drawer, walk back over to me and fiddle with my collar, cuffs and the back of my rubber suit. A couple of clicking sounds later he told me to open my eyes.
At first I didn't realise what had changed until I saw the locks dangling from my leather mitts. I was effectively locked in this outfit.
Before I could think to much about it Derrick asked me if I'd ever sucked a cock before. I told him that I hadn't. He proceeded to get a suction cup dildo out one of the closets in his bedroom and sticking it to the mirror 'so I could keep track of what I was doing'. He also unbuckled the dogmask and told me to start sucking it like I'd want my own cock to be sucked.
Since sucking another man's dick, real or otherwise, had never crossed my mind I hesitated. Derrick sensing my hesitation told me to close my eyes and start kissing it like I would kiss a girlfriend. I asked him if oral was really necessary to which he replied that he doesn't like using lube so the only way to lubricate his cock is with my own saliva.
So I started kissing the tip, the shaft, the balls and eventually took it in my mouth. Before long I felt Derrick's hand pushing my head further and further on the fake cock.
It all started innocently enough. He had a girlfriend, his life was going pretty good. I was single but enjoying casual hookups, my life was also going pretty good. We met up a a few times each month just to talk shit and drink until one night I apparently didn't tidy as thoroughly as I thought and he, already quite drunk, found a stainless steel chastity cage I used on my last casual encounter.
He was clearly intrigued and I saw him getting excited the more we talked about what chastity was and why some people like it, why not etc.
We drink some more and before I know it he's asking me if he can try it out. I try to laugh it off because my friend is clearly drunk now but he keeps insisting to the point of annoyance. So I go get some ice cubes to make his semi go down and get to work putting my friend into one of my cock cages. In his inebriated state he believes me when I tell him that he needs to be completely naked for this to work. After some drunken struggling he's now lying naked on my couch. First I put the ring around his cock and balls, followed by the actual cage part. By the time I click the padlock closed I notice my friend has fallen asleep. Naked caged and completely dead to the world.
Since he was such a pain in the ass at the end I decide to have some fun with my unconscious houseguest. After a quick run to my closet I grab a thick leather collar, leather mitts, ankle cuffs, a leather thong with an opening in the front to show of his cage and a removable leather codpiece, a spider gag and a tight rubber hood with just a mouthhole. After a bit of work I have hime dressed up like I wanted and I'm hard as a rock. I pose him like he's sitting upright on my couch and with the spider gag keeping his mouth open he's drooling in no time.
After taking a few pics with my phone I set it to film and point it at my passed out friend. I've been jerking my dick while taking the pics and decide I deserve more. I put my cock into his wet mouth and gently start fucking his face. Going deeper with every thrust until he starts gagging. I pull back and focus more on gliding my precum and now spitslick cockhead back and forth over his tongue. Before I know it I'm cumming in his unsuspecting mouth which he swallows instinctively.
I stop the video and start removing everything except his cage and the thong but I do snap the codpiece in place. Next I clean him up as best as I can and painstakingly redress him in his own clothes. Excited I go to bed and I can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring.
+++
The next morning I'm surprised to find that I'm up first. I guess he really did drink a lot yesterday.
I slowly shake his shoulder until he starts to wake up. I sit myself down in the armchair facing the couch and wait. As my friend is getting closer to wakefulness I can see the moment he senses somethings not quite as it should be. Before I know it he's pulling down his pants and looks at me in disbelief. Now I told him he begged me yesterday to try out that cage and thing combination and wouldn't hear no for an answer. I also tell him that he keept pestering me to dress him up "fully" which is what I did.
He asks what I mean by that to which I say that I made a video because I knew he probably wouldn't remember any of it. He tells me he wants to see it so I turn on my smart tv and cast the video I made last night to my big tv.
It starts with just the shot of him sitting on the couch and I can tell he's getting nervous. Before he can ask me any questions I come on screen, clearly masturbating and I can see him starting to panic when I starting rubbing my dick all over the hood I put on him. I can hear him silently say what the actual fuck when I start fucking his mouth in earnest.
I tell him he's going to do just as I say or that video will be sent to everyone he knows. Defeated he asks me what I want from him.
+++ 6 months later +++
After a long tiresome day at work my mood picks up when I open the door and see my friend on his hands and knees waiting for me. He's wearing his cage, his thong with codpiece, his collar and cuffs, tight rubber chaps, a tight rubber poloshirt and the newest addition: a plug with rubber dog tail. As I close the door he walks over to me on hands and knees and nuzzles my crotch while saying hello master. I put a hand on the back of his head and push his face with a bit of force into my crotch which in turn starts getting me hard. "Let's get comfortable boy", I say as I walk into my living room and sit myself down in my chair. I find the remote, turn the tv on and start casting videos from a special folder on my phone. Videos I made over the past six months documenting my friends progression into a true sub.
In the past six months we've both discovered a lot about eachother. I made him realise how comfortable he is in a more submissive role but also how flexible heterosexuality can be once you get rid of certain toxic notions linked to masculinity.
"Can I put your dick in my mouth Sir?", my friend asks. After giving him an affirmative answer he unzips my slacks and start slowly sucking on my cockhead just the way I thought him. While he's doing quite a good job, I start explaining to him my plans for later in the evening. "I was thinking of inviting a few friends over later." He grunts to let me know he's paying attention. "I'll choose your outfit in a little while. You'll do whatever they ask boy.
He grunts once more. He now fully taking my cock in and out of his mouth. Doing his best to make me happy.
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Selfbondage gone wrong
I couldn't believe it. I had flown a little too close to the horny sun and tightened the belt encircling my wrists just a tad too tight and now I couldn't get out. There was no way I was letting one of my friends see me like this. I was going to have to text my landlord..
Let me set the scene. I was 29 years old and I had finally reached a point financially where I could live alone, no parents, no flatmates. That level of privacy finally gave me the freedom to explore my kinks. Those kinks being leather, bondage and anal play. I had asked my ex-girlfriend how she felt about pegging. To say her reaction wasn't positive was an understatement. Anyway I'd saved up some money and bought myself a pair of black leather jeans with a two way zipper that ran from front to back, a nicely shaped plug, a leather muzzle head harness, a thick stainless steel cockring and a black mesh thong to give it all a certain level of sluttiness.
Combining all these attributes one evening I found myself googling how to bind wrists together with a belt. Flashforward a couple minutes later and now we're back to where this story started.
I clumsily I texted my landlord, a likeable man in his mid forties who so far had only ever been helpful. My text basically told him in vague terms that I needed his help with something. He texted back that it might take a bit but he'd get there as soon as possible.
45 minutes of unsuccessful struggling later I heard a knock on the door and someone entering my apartment.
He asked me where I was and I made a muffled sound hopefully pointing him to my bedroom.
The minute he steps inside my bedroom he starts laughing. But when I thought I was finally getting released from my self-made bounds. Steve, my landlord, takes out his phone and starts taking pictures. After I make an inquisitive noise he tells me it's been too long since he'd fucked a boy in bondage and before I realise he's touching my leather clad legs.
Through my gag I try to tell him that I'm not gay but when he forcibly turns me on my stomach and notices that there's a zipper running between my ass cheeks I realise how this looks. Especially when he zips it open and sees a plug nestled in my hole.
He takes his time fucking me with my own plug which in turn gets me hard as rock. He slaps my ass hard telling me to get on my knees and present my hole to him. Feeling like I have no other option I obey. Since I was already lubed and stretched from my plug it doesn't take him a lot of effort to start fucking me. I tried to resist at first but he knew what he was doing and before long I was pushing back on every thrust. He kept calling me a good boy and occasionally slapping my ass while he was fucking me.
He fucked me for a while before I could feel his dick pulsing and coating my insides.
Stupidly I thought that that was it but then I heard Steve make a few calls telling whoever was on the other end that he'd found a cum dump slut that loved anal. I started loudly objecting until he showed me the video he had taken. Apparently he'd put his phone on my dresser and it clearly showed me getting my ass bred and liking it. He told me that if I didn't do as I was told selected clips and photos would be posted online with all my personal info attached.
Six more loads were deposited in or on me that night. All of it recorded and photographed. When the last guy left I passed out from exhaustion.
When I woke up the next day I realised a couple things. My wrist were not stuck together anymore, my ass was plugged effectively trapping last night's cum deposits inside me and my muzzle was locked on.
On shaky legs I walked to my living room where I found my landlord sitting on the couch. He had changed his clothes and was currently decked out in a tight shiny black leather uniform.
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Becoming a biker's sub
It all started with car trouble. I was moving myself and my meager belongings to the other side of the country trying to start anew.
I closed all my accounts (didn't have much in them anyway), sold pretty much everything I could sell, donated the rest and started my trek across the map.
Unfortunately for me after a couple days of driving my shitbox of a car suddenly just stopped working. That's how I found myself on the side of a seemingly empty stretch of highway bent over my car's engine. Hoping that through sheer power of will I could get the damn thing to start working again.
After about 30 minutes of this I suddenly hear the rumbling sound of a motorcycle heading my way. To my surprise the biker parked his bike a couple meters in front of my car. Dismounted his vehicle and made his way over to my situation.
The man in question was taller than me, had a bit of a belly and was dressed in head to toe tight shiny black leather. and after taking a quick look at my broken down engine proceeded to propose driving me to his house so I could call road assistance.
I agreed, grabbed my backpack with my most important stuff (like passport, drivers license etc) and propped myself on the backseat of this man's harley. He revved his engine making me grab on to his leather covered waist to steady myself.
After the drive to his place, which had been further away than I had presumed, we dismounted and he led me inside. For some reason I had expected him to change out of his full leather look but he just took of his biker jacket, revealing a short sleeved leather button-up and a pair of toned arms.
After showing me his landline he offered me a beer, which I accepted, and took one for himself and sat himself down at his kitchen table while I called a tow truck to get my car and bring it to the closest auto repair shop.
After my phonecall I joined the biker, who's name turned out to be Mark, at his kitchen table.
We talked for a while during which I told him about how I was leaving everything behind to start anew. At some point I somehow got half a bottle of beer spilled all over me. Mark kindly offered his washer & dryer for my beer soaked clothes, showed me his bathroom where I could shower and told me he'd put out some clothes for me to wear while my stuff was being washed.
The pile of 'clothes' that Mark had laid out for me were interesting to say the least. It consisted of the tightest, shortest leather shorts that for some reason had a zipper running from the back to the front of the garment and a tight leather polo shirt. Since I didn't want to go out there naked I squeezed myself into the shorts and top.
I came out of his bedroom and during my shower Mark had gotten comfortable on his leather couch. His shirt was now hanging open revealing the harness he'd been wearing underneath made out of wide leather straps. One of which disappeared into his leather pants.
While looking at his chosen outfit for me, he padded the couch cushion next to him. Making me suddenly realise that I actually had no idea where I was and that I couldn't go anywhere as long as I was dressed the way I was dressed.
I sat down.
As he kept staring at my leather clad body I noticed he'd started messaging his leather bulge and he asked me if I had ever been with a man before. To which I said that I hadn't since I was straight. He thought for a second and then asked if I knew how I was actually going to repay the kindness he showed me so far. I told him that I didn't have any money. He said that there are other ways to thank a man than to pay him money and slowly unzipped his leather pants revealing a long thick uncut cock. I repeated that I was straight to which Mark replied with an ultimatum. Either I could leave now dressed as I was barefoot or 'play with his dick a little' until my clothes we're dry.
It was getting dark outside and I knew my chances of survival would be low so I slowly slid myself closer and grabbed Mark's dick with two shakey hands. I took comfort in the fact that no one would know I'd jerked off a guy and started moving my hands up and down.
Because I was so preoccupied with contemplating my life choices that had led me up to this point, I didn't notice the camera Mark had hidden in his living room.
After a while Mark noticed I was getting tired so he let me know that the quickest way to make him come was with oral. I said that there's no way I'd put a man's cock in my mouth to which he said that it was totally my choice and he was willing to put on a condom but that I wasn't getting my stuff back until he'd cum.
After a couple of minutes I just wanted this whole ordeal to be over with so I kneeled in-between Marks knees while he grabbed a condom out of a side table. With his cock wrapped in latex I slowly put his dick in my mouth. As I started going up and down I heard Mark call me a good boy which only added to my humiliation. When he started to get close he surprised me by grabbing my head with both hands and fucking my mouth with his latex covered cock. Finally, Mark came and released his hold on my head. I started coughing the second I didn't have a dick ramming down my throat.
Mark told me he was sorry for losing control and offered me a glass of water. I told him to fuck off and that he was fucked up. I decided I had had enough and went to grab my clothes from the dryer. Turns out Mark had taken my clothes and probably hidden them somewhere. When I walked back into the living room to confront him Mark was slowly jerking off while looking at a leather porn he'd put on. Before I could start shouting Mark told me how good I was on camera and nodded to the screen.
There I was on my knees in leather seemingly willingly sucking another leather man's cock.
I asked him what he was planning to do with that footage to which he said that obedience gets rewarded with anonymity. I asked him what that meant and as a response he got up, walked until he was right in front of me and ordered me do put his semihard cock back into his leather pants. Feeling completely hopeless about my situation I did as I was told. When I zipped his trousers back up he told me to follow him.
He took me to his basement which at first glance looked like something from a bdsm porn set. He told me to hold out my wrists which he subsequently cuffed together and attached to a chain that hung from the ceiling. Effectively stretching my arms above my head. Mark told me he was going to make some adjustments to my "uniform" before we'd go to sleep. At this point I was so caught up in my anxiety about the whole thing I didn't even try to fight back.
Turns out the adjustments were a steel chastity cage, a thick leather collar and he switched my leather shorts out for leather chaps. When I asked if could get any underwear Mark laughed and said sure. My relief was short-lived when said underwear turned out to be a shiny bright pink latex thong. After I was deemed properly dressed Mark took me over to a full length mirror. I looked like a leather fetish guy. With a hand on my now exposed ass Mark said it was time for bed and guided me back upstairs.
In his bedroom he told me to get on the bed on my stomach. He chained my collar to the bed and cuffed my arms behind my back. After taking off all his clothes, except the harness, he laid down next to me. I was shaking like a leaf this point wondering if I was about to get fucked. Mark seemingly having read my thoughts told me that if I didn't want to fall asleep with his cock buried inside me, he'd settle for making out but I'd have to make him feel like I wanted to kiss him. I said ok to which Mark draped me over his side one hand on my ass and the other guiding my head towards his face. To my surprise I didn't mind the kissing as much as everything else I had done with this man. I was so focused on kissing Mark, I didn't even notice when one of Mark's fingers was gently rubbing over my asshole. After a while my captor said we should get some sleep and to my surprise I was dead to the world not long after Mark's breathing had evened out.