The crowd’s hands roamed over Kevin’s body like a swarm of hungry insects, each touch sending jolts of pleasure and humiliation through him. Fingers pinched his exposed nipples, nails dragged down the slick leather over his thighs, and palms pressed against the bulge of his caged cock, teasing what he couldn’t have. The vibrating plug inside him pulsed erratically, once again controlled by strangers who took sadistic delight in his suffering his fingers tightly bound in the mitts straining futilely against the tight bondage. Every time the intensity spiked, Kevin’s hips jerked forward, his breath hitching, his body betraying how close he was—how desperate—only for the vibrations to cut off just before he could tumble over the edge. James silently watched from the shadows, arms crossed, his presence a dark promise of both torment and salvation.
“Please,” Kevin whimpered, his voice raw from begging. His forehead pressed against the cold metal of the bondage frame, sweat slicking his skin beneath the leather. “Master, I can’t—”
“You can,” James murmured, stepping forward. His gloved fingers curled under Kevin’s chin, forcing him to lift his head. The crowd’s murmurs faded into the background as Kevin locked eyes with his Master, drowning in the possessive hunger there. “And you will.” With a sharp tug, he freed the remote from whoever had been toying with it last, the vibrations inside Kevin cutting off abruptly. A collective groan of disappointment rose from the onlookers, but James silenced them with a single, commanding glance. “Enough. He’s mine.”
Kevin’s body sagged in relief, even as his cock throbbed painfully in its cage, denied yet again. James unbuckled the straps holding Kevin immobile, his movements efficient, almost tender. The moment the last restraint fell away, Kevin’s legs nearly gave out, but strong arms caught him, hauling him upright. “That’s it, pig,” James growled, his breath hot against Kevin’s ear. “You took it so well for me. Such a good little slut.” His free hand slid down Kevin’s back, fingers pressing against the base of the plug still buried inside him. Kevin gasped, his ass clenching around it instinctively. “But we’re not done yet.”
The crowd parted as he guided Kevin through them, his grip firm on the leash still attached to Kevin’s collar. Whispers and hungry stares followed them, but Kevin was too lost in the haze of denial and exhaustion to care. The dungeon door swung shut behind them, sealing out the noise, the touch of strangers, the overwhelming stimulation. The sudden silence was almost as disorienting as the sensory overload had been. Kevin swayed on his feet, his master’s arm the only thing keeping him upright.
The table where Kevin had first been bound—where his Master had stripped him, marked him, and claimed him—stood in the center of the room. And on it lay a thick, black leather sleepsack, its surface smooth and unyielding, the zipper, rings and belt buckles gleaming under the dim light. Kevin’s breath hitched. He knew what it was for. Knew what it meant.
“On the table, pig,” James ordered, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. Kevin obeyed, crawling onto the surface on shaking limbs. The leather was cool beneath his leatherclad body, the scent of it—rich, musky, familiar—wrapping around him like a second skin. His Master followed, his hands already working at the buckles of Kevin’s fist mitts, loosening and then removing them always keeping a grip on his wrists. Not enough to free him. Never enough to free him.
“Arms in,” James commanded, guiding Kevin’s limbs into the internal sleeves of the sleepsack. The leather was stiff at first, resistant, but as Kevin pushed his arms deeper, it molded around him, hugging his biceps, his forearms, his wrists. James zipped the first few inches, the sound of the teeth locking into place sending a shiver down Kevin’s spine. “Good boy,” his fingers trailing down Kevin’s chest, over the tight leather of the bondage suit still clinging to his torso, the body heat radiating through. “Such a perfect little gimp for me.”
Kevin’s cock twitched in its cage, aching. He whined, his hips lifting involuntarily, seeking friction, seeking anything. James chuckled darkly, pressing a hand to Kevin’s sternum, pinning him back down. “Patience.” The zipper continued its descent, the leather folding around Kevin’s body like a second layer of skin, tighter, more suffocating. By the time it reached his waist, Kevin could barely draw a full breath, his ribs compressed, his movements restricted. He loved it. GOD he Hated how much he loved it.
Kevin then felt a hood being pulled over his head and tightly laced. Different from the hood he wore before, this one had openings for his eyes and his mouth. The feel of the tight supple leather around his head made Kevin moan once again as his trapped cock strained against the ever present chastity.
The sleepsack was then fully zipped up to the attached collar around Kevin's neck, now locked and secure creating a firm hold on the base of the hood, James then knelt beside the table, his hands working at the straps laying underneath the sleepsack. One by one, they tightened—around Kevin’s thighs, his calves, his ankles—pulling it snugger, tighter, molding it to his form until there was no space left, no give. Kevin was truly encased. Trapped. Owned. A whimper escaped him as the final strap was secured, the leather squeezing his cock cage just enough to make his vision blur.
“Fuck,” Kevin gasped, his voice muffled by the leather pressing against his chest. “Master, I—”
“Shh.” James stood, leaning over him, his lips lightly brushing Kevin’s ear. “You’re safe, pig. You’re mine.” His hand cupped Kevin’s jaw, tilting his hooded head back, and then his mouth crashed down, claiming Kevin in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and possession. Kevin moaned into it, his body arching as much as the sleepsack allowed, his mind spinning with the taste of his Master, the scent of leather, the weight of his submission.
When James finally pulled back, Kevin’s lips were swollen, his breath ragged. His eyes bore into Kevin's, “Think about what’s coming,” James murmured, his thumb tracing Kevin’s bottom lip. “About how good it’s going to feel when I finally let you cum. About how deep I’m going to fuck you when you’re nothing but mine, my sexy bound leather gimp.” His hand slid down, pressing against the cage buried now under layers of leather, making him jerk. “Think about how you need this. And how full you’re going to feel when you are truly and completely mine.”
Kevin whined, his hips rolling helplessly, his cock throbbing in its prison. His Master smirked, leaning in to press one last, filthy kiss to his hooded forehead. “Sleep, pig. You’ll need your strength, trust me on this.” Then, with a final push against Kevin’s trapped cock, he turned and walked away, switching off the lights and pulling the dungeon door shut behind him.
Alone in the dark, cocooned in leather, intoxicated by the aroma, the heat, the deep longing cravings now being realized, Kevin could do nothing but obey and let his mind wander.
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