"Good. You’re awake."
The voice was a rough purr, deep and smooth, the kind of sound that slithered under skin and curled around bone. Kevin’s cock jerked helplessly against the tight unyielding cage, the metal biting into his flesh. He made a needy, incoherent sound, his hips lifting instinctively, seeking friction he couldn’t reach.
A chuckle, low and knowing. "Mmm. Already eager, pig?"
James stood over Kevin, his eyes roaming over the bound figure with a mix of admiration and hunger. The leather bondage suit hugged Kevin's form, belts and laces cinched mercilessly accentuating every curve and muscle, the tightness of the material leaving little to the imagination. The hood and gag fully covered Kevin's face, but James could see the subtle movements, the way Kevin's body tensed and relaxed, the way his breath hitched when James' gloved hand traced a path down his chest.
James' voice was a deep rumble, a command that brooked no argument. "You're awake, aren't you, my little slut?" His hand moved lower, tracing the contours of Kevin's body through the leather, feeling the heat and the desperation radiating from him. Kevin's body responded, a whimper escaping the gag, his hips twitching slightly, seeking more contact.
James smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. "Such a good leatherboy, so compliant," James murmured, his voice a low purr. "You're taking this so well, aren't you?"
Gloved fingers trailed up and down his leather clad torso, tracing the seams of the bondage suit, following the line of his sternum to his navel and back again. The leather was so tight Kevin could feel the heat of the touch through it, like a brand. His skin prickled, his nipples hardening into aching points. The hand paused there, thumb and forefinger pinching one through the suit, rolling it between them until Kevin was gasping around the gag, trying to arch his back off the surface beneath him.
"Such a pretty slut in leather," James murmured. "All trussed up and nowhere to go."
The hand slid lower, palm pressing flat against Kevin’s caged cock. He whined, his hips bucking, the metal digging in cruelly. The pressure increased, just for a second—enough to make his eyes squeeze together behind the hood—before the hand retreated.
"No, no. None of that for you. Not yet."
Kevin heard the snap of a glove being removed, the creaking of leather. Then—warmth against his leather clad body. A bare hand, calloused and rough, sliding up his inner thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to his trapped balls underneath the tight leather skin encasing him before skimming higher. The touch was maddening, teasing, owning. He tried to spread his legs, but the straps held him fast, his muscles trembling with the effort.
"You took this so well," James crooned, fingers dancing over the plug buried in his ass. "Didn’t even wake up when I stretched you open. Just slept right through it, like the good little pig you are."
Kevin’s face burned. He hadn’t woken up. He’d been used, prepped, filled, and he hadn’t even known. The thought should’ve horrified him. Instead, his cock pulsed, precum leaking uselessly into the cage.
Kevin felt a zip being opened and cool air on his crotch down to his ass. The fingers pressed in, just beside the plug, the tip of one breaching him alongside it. Kevin cried out into the gag, the sound muffled and desperate, his body clenching around the invasion.
"That’s it," James praised, the finger sinking deeper, twisting. "Squeeze me. Show me how much you love it."
Kevin did. He couldn’t not. His ass clenched rhythmically, milking the finger, the plug, anything that would give him friction. His thighs shook, his breath coming in ragged bursts through his nose. The finger withdrew, only to return with two, stretching him wider, the burn delicious and brutal.
"Fuck" James growled. "Such a greedy little hole."
The fingers scissored, stretching him, and Kevin’s entire world narrowed to the ache in his ass, the weight of the gag in his mouth, the tightness of the leather he was encased in, the cruel press of the chastity cage. He was nothing but sensation, nothing but need, and the man above him knew it.
The fingers pulled out along with plug that had invaded his hole earlier. The sweet pain/pleasure of fullness, being stretched wide vanished. Kevin whimpered in protest, his body feeling empty without them. Then—lube. The slick, cool drizzle of it between his cheeks, the sound of a bottle being recapped. His pulse spiked.
"You’re going to take more," James declared, thick with promise. "And you’re going to beg for it."
Something blunt and very thick pressed against his entrance. Not fingers. Not the plug. Bigger. Kevin’s breath hitched, his body tensing, but the hand on his hip was iron, holding him in place.
"Relax," James commanded. "Or I’ll make you."
Kevin tried. He tried. But the stretch was monstrous, the head of whatever it was breaching him with slow, relentless pressure. His muscles burned, his thighs trembling, his cock weeping in its cage. The intrusion sank deeper, inch by inch, until Kevin was sure he’d split open from it.
"There we go," James' voice soothed, a hand resting on his chest, pressing him flat against the surface beneath him. "Such a good boy, taking what he’s given."
The thing—cock, plug, dildo, whatever the fuck it was as his haze-addled brain tried to grasp at the new intrusion —bottomed out, forcing his hole to tightly close around the base. the weight of it dragging and rubbing against his insides. Kevin sobbed around the gag, his body stretched to its limit, the burn of it edging into pleasure. The hand on his chest slid up, fingers grabbing his hooded chin, tilting his head back pushing deeper into the padded head rest.
"You’re mine now," James growled, low and possessive. "I own you, say it."
Kevin couldn’t while gagged. He couldn’t but he wanted to shout it out loud. The command was like a physical thing, a weight settling over him, and his body knew. His hips rolled, taking the intruder deeper, his ass clenching around it.
James chuckled, dark and satisfied. "That’s what I thought."
And then—movement.
The dildo withdrew, just a little, before slamming back in. Kevin screamed, the sound torn from his throat, his body bowing off the surface. The straps held him fast, the leather suit squeezing him like a vice, the straps holding him securely in place, the gag ensuring he couldn’t do anything but take it.
"Fuck, you’re perfect," James snarled, the pace picking up, each thrust driving the air from Kevin’s lungs.
He was drowning. Drowning in leather, in bondage, in darkness, in the relentless pounding of his ass. His cock was a throbbing, trapped agony, his balls heavy and aching, his entire body alight with sensation. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He could only feel—the stretch, the burn, the ownership.
And as his hole was fucked, stretched beyond reason, the dildo buried once again to the hilt inside him, Kevin’s entire world shattered. His orgasm ripped through him, his cock spasming uselessly in its cage, his ass clenching around the thick length filling him, his vision whiting out behind the hood.
His moan shook him to the core. He didn’t even realize he was crying until he felt dampness around his eyes, under his hood. Then he heard James' voice, fingers brushing against his hooded cheek.
"Good pig, such a good leather slut."
And Kevin, drained, wrecked and utterly owned, could only whimper in agreement.
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