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.
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.
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