James’ fingers tightened around the leash, his grip unyielding as he surveyed the crowd. Their eyes were hungry, their murmurs thick with anticipation, and Kevin—his leather pig—stood trembling on the platform, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The vibrations inside him hadn’t stopped, a relentless hum that made his thighs quiver, his cock no doubt straining uselessly against the chastity cage. He smirked. Time to give them what they really want.
With a sharp tug on the leash, he pulled Kevin forward, forcing him to stumble off the platform and onto the cool, polished floor. The crowd parted instinctively, their whispers rising as he guided him toward the far wall—where a gleaming, custom-made bondage frame waited. Black leather straps hung from reinforced anchors, the padding slick and polished, designed to hold a body spread and helpless. Kevin’s pulse spiked as he realized what was coming. His nipples, still throbbing from earlier torment, tightened further, the air brushing against them sending jolts straight to his aching hole.
“On your knees,” James commanded, his voice a dark purr.
Kevin obeyed instantly, sinking to the floor, his leather-clad thighs pressing against the cold surface. James crouched behind him, his breath hot against Kevin’s ear. “You’re going to be such a good little display for them, aren’t you?” His fingers traced the zipper at the small of Kevin’s back—the one securing the dildo deep inside him—and gave it a firm push. Kevin gasped, his back arching as the toy shifted, moving deeper and pressing harder against his prostate. “They’re going to touch you. Everywhere.” James' lips brushed the shell of Kevin’s ear. “And you’re going to take it like the needy slut you are.”
Kevin whimpered, his cock twitching futilely in its cage. The thought of strangers’ hands on him—pinching, groping, using—should have terrified him. Instead, his hole clenched around the dildo, his body betraying him yet again. God, yes.
James stood, his boots clicking against the floor as he moved to the bondage wall. He unclasped the first strap, the leather creaking softly, and beckoned Kevin forward. “Up. Now.”
Kevin rose on shaky legs, his muscles tense with anticipation. James guided him backward until his shoulders pressed against the cool leather padding. The straps were thick, lined with soft suede on the inside—designed to hold without biting, at least at first. The first one was secured across Kevin’s chest, James pulling it taut before fastening the buckle. Kevin’s breath hitched as the strap molded to his leathered torso, the pressure just shy of painful. Then came the straps around his wrists, yanking his arms outward until his biceps burned with the stretch. His fingers curled into the tight fist mitts could only strain in their confines, the leather groaning as it took his weight.
“Perfect,” James murmured, stepping back to admire his work. Kevin’s legs were next—straps wrapped around his thighs, forcing them apart just enough to keep him balanced but exposed. The position left him vulnerable, his ass slightly thrust out, the dildo still buried deep inside him, buzzing mercilessly. James knelt, his hands sliding up Kevin’s inner thighs, thumbs brushing dangerously close to the mound of his caged cock. “You look fucking incredible like this.”
Kevin moaned, his head falling back against the padding. The crowd had inched closer, their shadows looming at the edges of his vision. He could feel their gazes like physical touches, their hunger thick in the air. James stood, his fingers trailing up Kevin’s torso before pinching one of his exposed nipples—hard. Kevin jerked against the straps, a broken sound tearing from his throat.
“Remember,” James said, his voice carrying just enough for the nearest onlookers to hear, “you don’t come until I say so. And right now?” He twisted the nipple again, drawing a sharp cry from Kevin. “I haven’t begun to let you.”
With that, he stepped back, melting into the crowd. The moment he was gone, the first hands reached out.
A man —his hands in tight leather gloves —dragged his fingers down Kevin’s chest, his touch feather-light at first, then sharpening as he circled his nipple. He gasped, his body arching into the contact before he pinched, his grip cruel. “Such a pretty little pig,” he cooed, his breath hot against his collarbone. Another hand—rougher—gripped his hip, fingers digging into the leather as if testing its give. Kevin’s hole clenched around the dildo, the vibrations suddenly feeling too much, his vision swimming.
“Fuck, look at him,” a deep voice rumbled from somewhere to his left. A large hand cupped his jaw, forcing his head to the side, and then—oh god—a tongue dragged up the side of his neck, wet and demanding. Kevin moaned into his gag, his cock throbbing painfully in its cage, precum leaking uselessly. The vibrations inside him ramped up, the remote must have been passed around, because the intensity shifted erratically—low and teasing one second, brutal the next.
“Mpppfff,” Kevin whimpered into the gag trying to plead for more. He wasn’t even sure what he was begging for anymore. Release? More? Less?
A laugh, low and dark, answered him. “Such a slut for it.” Fingers—too many to count—traced over his leather-clad thighs, his stomach, his arms. Some were gentle, exploring; others pinched, scratched, claimed. A hand slid between his legs, palm pressing against his caged cock, and Kevin sobbed and drooled around the gag, his hips jerking helplessly. The dildo pulsed inside him, the vibrations now a relentless assault, his prostate swollen and aching.
“Master—please—” The words echoed in his mind as his gaze pleaded towards the Man who brought him here, who forced him into this position, who was slowly and methodically breaking him down and bringing that deep craving to be a true leather pig to the surface. James, MASTER take me!! A loud moan tore from him before he could stop it. The crowd chuckled, their touches growing bolder. Someone—he couldn’t see who—gripped his nipple and twisted, the pain white-hot, his vision blackening at the edges. His cock ached, his balls drawn up tight, his entire body coiled like a spring.
“Not yet, pig,” James' voice cut through the noise, close now. Kevin’s head snapped up, his gaze locking onto his Master’s - his Master??, fuck he was indeed breaking down - as he stepped forward, reclaiming his space. James' hand wrapped around the back of Kevin’s neck, his grip possessive. “You don’t get to come until I say so. And right now?” His other hand dipped between Kevin’s legs, fingers pressing against the base of the dildo, pushing it deeper. Kevin screamed, his body convulsing against the straps, his orgasm right there—
The vibrations cut off.
"The answer is no."
Kevin collapsed against the bonds, his body trembling, his breath coming in ragged sobs. The crowd groaned in disappointment, but James only smirked, his thumb brushing over the gag. “Such a good boy,” he murmured, his voice for Kevin alone. “Taking all of that so well for me.”
Kevin’s chest heaved, his skin slick with sweat beneath the leather. The dildo still filled him, thick and unyielding, his hole clenching around it in desperate, empty pulses. The crowd hadn’t stopped touching him—hands still roamed his body, pinching, stroking, owning—but without the vibrations, the edge of his climax receded, leaving him hollow and aching.
James leaned in, his lips brushing Kevin’s ear. Kevin felt the gag finally being released and pulled away. “You want to come, don’t you, pig?”
“Y-yes, Master,” Kevin gasped. “Please—”
“Beg harder.”
Kevin’s throat worked, his voice breaking. “I—I need it, please, I’ll be good, I’ll—fuck—” A hand—not his Master’s—slid up his inner thigh, fingers pressing against the seam of his leather suit, right over his trapped cock. Kevin cried out, his hips jerking, his body betraying him again.
James chuckled, low and dark. “Pathetic.” His fingers tangled in Kevin’s hair, yanking his head back. “But you’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yours,” Kevin sobbed. “All yours, Master, James please—”
James' lips crashed against his, the kiss brutal, possessive. Kevin moaned into it, his body arching, his mind reduced to nothing but need. When the man pulled back, his eyes were dark with promise. “Then take what they give you, pig. And earn it.”
The vibrations roared back to life—higher, harder—and the crowd descended.
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