James pulled his gloves back on and allowed his fingers to trace the smooth, painted-on leather clinging to Kevin’s chest, pausing over the two small, reinforced flaps that concealed his nipples. The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat, cum and leather, the afterglow of Kevin’s forced orgasm still lingering in the air. His breath hitched as the James' thumb pressed down, circling the edge of the flap before gripping it between two fingers and peeling it back with a slow, deliberate tug.
A rush of cool air hit Kevin’s exposed nipple, already hard and sensitive from the earlier torment. James exhaled a low, approving hum, his breath caressing the taut peak. “Look at that,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Already begging for attention.” Before Kevin could process the words, fingers pinched—hard. A sharp, electric jolt of pain lanced through him, his back arching against the restraints as much as the suit allowed. His cock, still trapped in its chastity cage, throbbed uselessly, the metal bars digging into his swollen flesh. He whimpered behind the gag, under the tight hood, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. The sound only made James chuckle, his grip tightening.
“Such a good leather slut,” James crooned, twisting now, rolling the nipple between his fingers until Kevin’s breath came in ragged, desperate gasps. “You love this, don’t you? Love being nothing but a hole for me to play with.” His other hand found the second flap, yanking it open with the same cruel precision. Kevin’s second nipple was just as hard, just as needy, and James didn’t hesitate—he pinched both at once, twisting in opposite directions. Kevin screamed into the gag, his body jerking against the bonds, but there was no escape. The leather suit held him like a second skin, molded to every contour, leaving him utterly at the man’s mercy.
James leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Kevin’s ear as his fingers continued their relentless assault. “You’re going to stay like this for me,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise. “Plugged. Caged. Encased. Bound. On display for my pleasure.” His free hand slid down Kevin’s torso, pressing against the bulge of the chastity cage, teasing the trapped length beneath. “No one touches this but me. No one gets to see you cum but me. You’re mine, Kevin. My leather pig.” He twisted again, harder this time, and Kevin’s cock weeped freely in its prison, his ass clenching around the thick dildo still buried inside him.
James finally released his nipples, but the relief was short-lived. His fingers trailed down Kevin’s chest, over the slick leather, before resting against the base of the dildo impaled in his hole. Kevin groaned, his body tensing as James wrapped his fingers around the base and gave it a slow, testing tug. “Still so greedy for it,” James observed, his voice thick with amusement. “Even after I fucked you relentlessly with it, you’re still desperate to be filled.” He pulled back on the dildo and then pushed it in with a sharp thrust, making Kevin gasp. “Good. Because you’re going to stay that way.” His hands moved to the buckles at Kevin’s wrists, checking the tightness of the restraints before stepping back to admire his work. Kevin then felt the zip closing over his ass and crotch tightly securing the dildo deep within him.
Kevin’s entire body trembled, his skin flushed beneath the leather, his nipples throbbing from the abuse. James circled him like a predator sizing up prey, his gaze lingering on the way the suit hugged and trapped Kevin’s body, the way his chest heaved with every ragged breath straining against the leather, the belts, the lacing, the bondage. “Perfect,” he murmured, more to himself than to Kevin. He reached for a small, sleek remote on the table beside them, pressing a button. The dildo inside Kevin buzzed to life, a low, insistent vibration that made his toes curl and feet arch more in the tight confines of his boots causing his feet to cramp severely. “You’re going to wear this for me,” James said, watching as Kevin moaned in to the gag and pulled against the restraints while his hips twitched helplessly, trying to ride the sensation and work through the cramping in his feet. “And when I take you to into the club, you’re going to be the most beautiful thing there.”
Kevin’s mind raced, his thoughts fragmented between the ache in his nipples and feet, the relentless buzz in his ass, and the crushing weight of the chastity cage. The club? Fuck. The idea of being paraded around like this—leather clad, helpless, on display—should have terrified him. Instead, his cock pulsed, another useless drop of precum leaking into the cage’s confines. James' fingers returned to Kevin’s chest, tracing the edges of the open nipple flaps before pinching again, just hard enough to make Kevin whine. “That’s right,” he murmured. “You love the thought of it. Love the idea of everyone seeing what a good leather slut you are for me.”
He stepped away, leaving Kevin trembling, the dildo still buzzing inside him, his nipples throbbing. James returned moments later with a thin, supple leather leash, clipping it to a ring at the base of Kevin’s throat. Belts were released relieving the pressure that had kept Kevin immobile. Next, Kevin felt hands on his chest while the table he was on slowly tilted forward bringing him to a standing position. “Come,” he commanded, tugging gently. The pull on the ring helped Kevin get fully onto his feet despite the weakness in his limbs and inability to see anything while hooded. James guided him toward a full-length mirror and then went to work unlocking, unbuckling and then slowly removing the gag that had filled his mouth so completely. Kevin slowly worked his jaw muscles to relive some of the soreness he was experiencing. “Do not say a single word slut and remain still” James said. Next Kevin felt the hood being worked on – unlaced – and then slowly pulled away from his head. As Kevin slowly blinked his eyes and began to focus, feeling the cool air on his overheated face, he was confronted by his own reflection. To Kevin's dismay, James reached back from behind and pushed the gag back into his mouth, filling and silencing him once again. A click and the padlock was secure.
Kevin barely recognized himself. The leather suit gleamed under the dim lighting, every curve and muscle accentuated, belts and laces throughout tightened to perfection, his arms ending in tight leather mitts rendering them useless and his body reduced to nothing but a vessel for pleasure and pain. His nipples were bright red, swollen from the attention, his eyes glassy with need. The dildos vibrations hadn’t stopped, and his ass clenched around it, his body betraying him yet again. James stood behind him, his captor, his owner, his Master? His leather-clad form a dark contrast to Kevin’s sweaty face and flushed skin. His hand snaked around Kevin’s waist, pressing against the chastity cage, his fingers tracing the outline of Kevin’s trapped cock. “Mine,” he growled, his breath hot against Kevin’s ear. “Every fucking inch of you.”
Kevin couldn’t look away from his reflection, from the way his body looked encased in leather to how he responded to James' touch, the way his hips rocked instinctively, seeking more friction, more pressure. James' other hand found his nipple again, rolling it between his fingers as he watched Kevin’s face in the mirror. “You’re going to be the centerpiece,” he said, his voice a dark caress. “And when I’m done with you, you’ll beg me to keep you like this forever.” He twisted, and Kevin’s knees nearly gave out, his cock throbbing in its cage, his ass clenching around the dildo working him over from deep inside. James caught him before he could fall, his arm banding around Kevin’s waist, holding him upright. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Let them all see how well you take it.”
He released Kevin’s nipple, but the ache lingered, the buzzing of the dildo a constant reminder of his helplessness. James stepped back, admiring his handiwork one last time before reaching for a long, black leather coat. He draped it over Kevin’s shoulders, the leather going all the way down to his feet, hiding the suit’s most explicit details but doing nothing to conceal the way Kevin’s body trembled with need. “Time to go,” James said, his voice leaving no room for argument. He tugged the leash, and Kevin followed, his steps unsteady but obedient.
The door to the bondage room opened, revealing a dimly lit hallway, the air cooler here, the scent of leather and cum replaced by something more sterile—polished wood, expensive cologne, the faint hum of conversation. Kevin’s pulse spiked. The club. James led him forward, his grip on the leash firm, unyielding. Kevin’s mind raced, his body a live wire of anticipation and dread. He could already imagine the eyes on him, the whispers, the way James would show him off like a prized possession. His cock twitched in its cage, his ass clenching around the dildo as the vibrations intensified, as if James read was reading his mind and turned them up remotely.
They stepped into the club’s main space, the noise washing over Kevin like a physical force—the clink of glasses, the low murmur of conversation, the occasional sharp laugh. James didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate. He guided Kevin toward the center of the room, where a low, circular platform waited, draped in black leather. James' hand found the small of Kevin’s back, pushing him forward until he stood in the center, the leash still taut between them.
Kevin’s breath hitched as the conversations around them faltered, then stopped. He could feel the weight of their gazes, the way the air thickened with curiosity, with hunger. James released the leash, letting it pool at Kevin’s feet as he circled him, his hand trailing over the coat, then slipping beneath to tease the open nipple flaps. “Look at him,” he said, his voice carrying easily in the sudden silence. “Isn’t he perfect?” His fingers pinched, and Kevin gasped, his body arching into the touch despite himself. James then removed the coat to fully expose Kevin’s leather clad form drawing murmurs of appreciation from the hungry crowd. The remote activated once more and the plug’s vibrations spiked, drawing a broken moan from Kevin’s throat.
The crowd watched, rapt, as James played him like an instrument, his fingers twisting, his voice a dark murmur of praise and command. Kevin’s world narrowed to the pain in his nipples, the relentless buzz in his ass, the crushing weight of the chastity cage, and the firm embrace of the leather. He was nothing but sensation, nothing but need, his body a living offering to the man who now owned him. And when James finally leaned in, his lips brushing Kevin’s ear as he whispered, “Good pig,” Kevin knew—he’d never want to be anything else.
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