The Family Circle

The first time I saw a leather bondage suit I knew I wanted to try wearing it. It was in a catalogue that my Uncle Sebastian kept in a secret place we shared. Four years my elder — he was the family ‘late lamb’, born almost fifteen years after my father’s youngest sister — and only three and a bit years before me. I’m the youngest of four, my brother and two sisters all a lot older than  me, my folks having started ‘young’, and that’s a whole different story! We played together as children, shared toys, and sometimes a bed when my folks ‘babysat’ him while my grandparents were away travelling. Then he hit his teens, and ‘babysat’ me while my parents took a night, and sometimes a weekend, out. 

Our games got a lot more physical as I tried to ‘grow up’ as fast as he was. We both knew one thing about ourselves — that we were ‘Gay’ — and he was definitely a ‘top’ to my ‘bottom’. I loved bondage, and almost the first thing we did as my folks pulled out of the drive, was lock handcuffs on my wrists and then strip me. I loved being helpless, naked and at his mercy, and we both learned early to keep that to ourselves, even though the family seemed to know, and not to care. In fact, as our games got more adventurous, and more intimate we discovered that we weren’t the only members of the family that enjoyed bondage. My parents seemed to have a cache of restraints, gags, hoods and other items it took us a while to figure out.

I was fifteen when my folks were transferred to a new job at the other end of the country. It was decided that I would live with my grandparents — and Sebastian — while I finished school. He was already attending the local trade school studying engineering draughtsmanship, and I hoped to follow him there. We had ‘plans’, our idea being to eventually have our own business taking in work for architects and builders. And, naturally, to get a lot more of each other …

“Well, boys,” my grandfather told us when he found us sharing a bed one morning. “Just be discreet.” He winked. “You’re a bit young yet for this sort of thing, Derek.” He smiled. “But as long as it’s only with Seb, and only here, in your own room, you can be yourselves.”

Embarrassed, I stuttered a reply and my thanks as he shut the door quietly, and Seb, giggling, pulled me into a hug. “Told you not to worry.” He kissed me. “Now where were we?” He whispered. “Oh, yes. Spread ‘em. I’m going to make sure you can’t escape me giving you a blowjob.”

“Yes, sir,” I giggled, releasing him and extending my arms to be handcuffed to the bed head.

A month or so later, Grandma suggested over supper that we should clear out the flat above the garage, and grandad would help us to set up our own place. She smiled. “You’ll be completely private up there and we won’t have to tiptoe past your room pretending not to hear your games.”

“Or have you listening to ours,” Grandad chipped in with a laugh. “We can get started tomorrow and I’ll help you get it fixed up as you like it.”

The arrangement worked well. Grandad was as good as his word, even suggesting a few additions ‘for your games’ as we turned the flat — which already had a combination of bedroom, living area and a shower and toilet into a space that suited our needs. Need I add that our bed had a number of features suitable for my regular restraint by Seb. Thought not. We had the converted loft over the garage entirely to ourselves, so we could do pretty much as we pleased as far as our living arrangement went. 

Our ‘grandfather’, knowing that we were more than just good friends, found little ways to provide us with a few things we found exciting to use in our ‘games’, and quietly letting us know, that he and Grandma were themselves rather kinky, cautioning us to be careful. Several things clicked into place, and I realised that my parents were obviously the same. 

“Yeah, runs in the family, I think,” Seb told me when I mentioned this. He grinned, and fondled my softening cock as I lay, still chained spreadeagled to the bed. “Hey, you’re turning eighteen next week. Shall we make our relationship ‘official’ and tell your folks and the rest of the family?”

“Does it involve a wedding?” I grinned. “With me in a white thong and fluffy handcuffs? Or perhaps a slave collar, thigh high boots and a slave belt?”

“If that’s what you really want.” He laughed. “I’ll talk to Dee. Yes, I think a pair of her white leather shorts, thigh boots and a collar would look good on you.”

My eighteenth birthday was quite an event. Family only, my parents having returned specially for the occasion, and Dee, with the help of my sisters, dressed me. I was all in white leather, the ‘shorts’, being feminine ‘hot’ pants, were tight, very tight, and my cock, laying at an angle, showed. A half harness on my top, framed my nipples with a pair of hefty steel rings. My nipples, the girls decided, needed highlighting. So some cleverly applied make-up was used that made them appear larger, darker and more prominent. Then they did my face, but not to feminise it, making it more masculine than I could manage even on a normal day.

Finally, teetering in the boots and with my wrists secured to my waist in a slave belt, they ushered me onto the back porch to be greeted by the family singing ‘Happy birthday’, to my surprise, all dressed in leather. 

“Happy birthday, my love.” Grinning, Seb stepped forward. His outfit matched mine, though his shorts were obviously male chastity shorts, and his boots the most impressive Doc Martins I’d ever seen, his upper body harness, like mine, framed his gorgeous nipples, and his wrists, like mine, were secured at his waist. Our lips met in a gentle kiss, then he said, “Derek, will you accept me as your partner, lover ..?”

Tears pricked my eyes. “Yes!”

The family applauded, then Grandma said, “Bring them here, and we’ll perform the ceremony!”

Laughing, Dee and one of my sisters, steered me into position in front of the table which I now saw held two collars, a double gag and two sets of slave chains.

“Face each other,” Grandma ordered, and we obeyed, Seb grinning from ear to ear, and my cock straining to escape the shorts. She smiled. “Sebastian, do you pledge yourself to Derek? To be his lover, partner, and keeper in all things?”

“I do.” Seb’s eyes sparkled as he replied firmly.

“Derek, do you pledge yourself to Sebastian? To be his lover, partner, and keeper in all things?”

“I do,” I managed, emotion choking me. “Yes, I do,” I said more firmly.

“Release Sebastian’s hands.” Grandma ordered, and my eldest brother freed Seb. “Sebastian, fit the collar of your pledge to Derek, and repeat after me.” She waited while Seb picked up one of the identical collars and held it to my neck. “I, Sebastian, bind myself to you, Derek, and as a token, I fit this collar to you, to wear as a token of our union.” 

He slipped the tongue into the lock and I heard the click. Then it was my turn, and I fitted the second collar to his neck repeating the same words.

“Cuff their wrists to each other’s belts.” Grandma instructed  and waited while my wrists were secured to the cuffs on Seb’s belt and his to mine. “Now repeat after me, ‘I bind myself to you …”

“I bind myself to you, Sebastion …” I repeated as he did the same substituting my name.

“As your partner sexually, physically, to have, to hold, to bind, to enjoy, and to support in all things from this time onward. I shall submit myself to you for our mutual pleasure and for our mutual benefit I promise to support you when needed in love and in joy.” She paused and we did, then added, “I submit myself to you as your lover, partner and servant,” we finished together.

“Fit the gag.” Grandma ordered, and now we were locked together by the double gag in a parody kiss. In my shorts my cock jerked as our crotches touched, and I shivered as my cum erupted. There followed a reading of the rules of bondage play, and when it was finished, we were released from our ‘kiss’ and fitted into the slave chains. “Congratulations,” Grandma smiled. “Now you may kiss as partners and lovers. Legally now …”

At last our relationship was ‘legal’, and we made the most of it. We moved into a flat over the garage attached to the house, and which had originally been Dee’s, soon after our ‘marriage’ ceremony. Seb quietly told me that he was not Grandad’s ‘son’ but the son of Dee over supper one evening. 

“It caused a bit of a scandal — or would have — except Grandad and Grandma pulled off a switch.” Seb laughed. “And as part of it, he built this flat for Dee.”

Grandad confirmed this one night while I completed a task for him. I asked how they’d managed pull off the swop, since Dee as we called her, was a favourite for both of us. Unconventional, athletic, single, an artist and a lot of fun when she visited. 

“Danea was a bit of a wild teen.” Grandad confided. “And she got into trouble. So your Grandma took her on a trip to visit her ‘ailing aunt’, and they came back with Seb.” He chuckled. “Matti — Grandma to you — had been using padding to make it look like she was in the family way, and Dee hardly showed at all. So we simply told everyone Seb was our son.” He chuckled. “And then you came along. The perfect pair.” 

“The perfect pair?” I blushed, guessing what he was hinting at.

He ruffled my hair. “You know what I mean,” he said, his voice gentle. “You two were made for each other.” He was silent for a moment. “It runs in the family in a way. I spotted it early in Seb, and then in you he found the perfect match. Enjoy your love, Derek, it’s a rare thing to find someone exactly suited to yourself like this. Take care of him, enjoy each other, and be careful, the world can be a very unkind place for people like you and Seb, or like Dee and a few others …”

That evening, after supper, I went upstairs quietly ahead of my lover, wrote a brief note to Seb, stripped, lubed my butt, fitted a leather cock restraint to myself, then gagged myself with a tube gag Seb had acquired, handcuffed myself in a position over a padded footrest that presented my gagged mouth and butt for fucking, and waited. Seb read the note I’d taped to the door, and did exactly as I’d asked, but, before face fucking me, he pushed a big buttplug into my manhole.

Later, spooned on our bed, with his softening cock still inside me, he whispered, “Remember that bondage suit you used to drool over in the catalogue?”

Still gagged, I nodded. 

“Tomorrow you’re coming into town to be measured for one.” He undid the gag, and removed it. “My present, one I hope we’re going to put to a lot of use.”

“Mmm, now that’s something I can look forward to.” I pressed my buttocks against him as his cock slipped out of me. A thought occurred to me. “Why do I need to be measured for it? I thought it was just a case of ordering it from the catalogue.”

“Not the one we want.” He chuckled. “This is a special one.”  

“Dress smartly, Derek. I’ll pick you up in half an hour.” Seb sounded excited on the phone. “Oh, better make sure you’ve showered — to get you measured up, you’ll be asked to strip down.”

“Strip? Oh, yeah, I get you.” I laughed. “I’ll make sure I’m properly prepared to be paraded in a shop. See you in half an hour.”

Putting the phone down, I stripped, showered, trimmed my ‘bush’ and dressed in a fresh thong, my best slacks and a suitable shirt. I was ready when he arrived, and got straight into his car for the ride into town.

The place he took me to for measuring wasn’t a ‘shop’. The entrance was a door off the street, then a narrow staircase led up to a very neat and nicely furnished room. It more or less shouted ‘upmarket’ business, a far cry from the usual cramped, often dingy premises that is normally associated with the sale of erotic accoutrements. In fact there was absolutely nothing on display that even hinted at fetish or eroticism. 

“Hi, Seb, so this is Derek.” The greeting came from a neatly dressed guy who moved forward to meet us. He held out a hand. “I’m Rory.” He laughed. “Designer and provider of specialist fetish wear to the well-heeled. Discretion, of course, guaranteed.”

Shaking hands with him, I smiled. “Good to meet you, Rory. Seb says you’re going to measure me for a, um, bondage suit?”

“That’s right.” He grinned. “I think you’ll love the suit he’s chosen.” Turning, he signalled we should follow. “Through here, and we can get started.” Leading the way into a smaller and equally well appointed room, he indicated a small changing room. “If you’ll strip down in there, we can get started. You can keep your underwear on for now.”  

The measuring took a long time, and was extremely detailed. Some of the measurements were rather intimate.

“Okay, I think that’s it,” Rory rechecked his measurement chart. “You can get dressed again Derek. It’ll take about six weeks, Seb. We’ll contact you if we need to check anything.” He grinned at me. “You’ll love the finished garment, Derek, that I promise.”

“Your new suit arrived today,” Seb told me, depositing a bulky package on the table before embracing me from behind, and planting a kiss on my neck. “Want to try it out?”

“Want to … Of course I want …” I turned in his arms, and planted a kiss on his mouth. “I can’t wait.”

“Okay, then you’d better go to our bedroom and get naked.” He released me. “A word of warning, it’s going to take a while to get into it, so better make sure you won’t need any comfort breaks …”

“Ready?” He asked a few minutes later as I emerged from the bathroom. “Good, then we can get started.” He laid out the leather suit, in two main pieces, and then several individual items on the bed. “We have to start with the lower half. Sit on the bed and get your legs into the trousers. They should go in quite easily, it’ll tighten up and be a lot more restrictive once the zips are closed, the lacing done tight and the oversteps fastened.” He grinned. “You’re going to love it!”

I worked my legs into. The ‘trouser’ half with a little effort. It was tight in places, but as it was lined. With polished soft leather just needed a bit of effort. Finally I was able to stand up, my legs encased in deep black leather, with my genitals framed by a circular opening, and my anus likewise open as I settled the tailored ‘pants’ section and fastened the waist band, a heavily reinforced and shaped ‘corselet’ that sat above my hips. 

Seb drew the zips at the ankles closed, then loosely laced each leg to the hip, before helping me fit the moccasin style boot and lacing the leg as far as my knee. 

“Right.” He smiled. “The hood first.” He held it up showing that it had a sort of tail piece at the front and back. “These skirts fasten to the waist of those trousers and make sure the hood stays secure.” He opened it and fitted it carefully to my face and head, drew the back zip down the full length of the rear ‘tail’ then fastened both tailed to the waist of the trousers. “How’s that feel?”

“Pretty restrictive already,” I replied, testing the movement it allowed. “Very restrictive.”

“It’ll get even more so when I lace it. Stand here so I can do it.”

He wasn’t wrong. The laces pulled the leather tight to my face and head and it felt fantastic, but now I could barely nod and movement left or right was very restricted. 

“Okay, I’ll tighten the laces on your legs now, and then we can get you into the top half.” Kneeling down he worked the laces on my left leg as tight as he could, then turned me and did the same on my right before fastening the six buckled straps over the lacing on each leg. “Now for the jacket.”

It was heavier than I expected, and like the trouser half, tight. The waist of the jacket now got attached to the waist of the trousers by a series of studs, and then a set of laces that pulled it firmly into position. And it got tighter when he laced the lacing up each side, then worked mitts onto my hands, drew the cuffs of these under the jacket sleeve, zipped the wrist on the sleeve and fastened the cuffs … With the sleeves now laced tightly as well I could hardly move. “Wow. It’s intense. And feels even more amazing than I thought it would.”

“I get the feeling you’re enjoying it.” Seb laughed, his hand caressing my erection. “Or at least one part of you is.” He kissed me gently. “Ready for the codpiece and plug?”

I gulped. “Plug?”

“Yes. Bondage suit, remember? Plug. And something to prevent access to those lovely assets at your catch.” He lifted the large padded and moulded codpiece and I saw it had studs to attach it and a long ‘tail’ that would go between my legs equipped with a thin butt plug. “Spread ‘em.”

“Yessir!” I replied, moving my legs apart as ordered. I felt him attach the tail to the anchor points at my back, then gently position the plug.

“Ready?”

“Go for it … Gnmfff.” The thin tapered plug went in easily enough, and then he moved to my front, and carefully positioned the codpiece, trapping my erection inside it as he fastened it, then adjusted the position and began threading the long leather laces that would keep it firmly in place. To my surprise the lacing continued between my legs and up though my butt crack over the understrap until it was finally tied off behind me.

Stepping back, Seb studied me, grinning. “Just about complete. How’s it feel? As good as you hoped?”

“Better!” I made some careful movements and discovered I could move in a very limited manner, and didn’t have full movement in my elbows and knees, but would be able to walk, slowly and carefully. “It’s like a fantastically tight body glove, Seb. It’s fantastic.” I recalled his words. “You say it’s ‘just about’ complete? There’s more to come?”

Studying my reflection in the full length mirrors that covered the wall at the foot of our bed, I saw that while the main body of the suit was a uniform black, the codpiece was a dark tan, as were the boots, the cuffs just above my knees, at my wrists and just above my elbows, and the collar encircling my neck. 

“Of course.” Seb laughed. “I haven’t fitted your restraints yet, and, of course, the gag.” He slipped his arms round my waist and kissed me. “And there’s a blindfold and ear pieces …”

“Better fit the lot then,” I grinned, returning his kiss. “But I don’t know how you expect to enjoy fucking me or doing anything else with me like this.”

“Don’t worry, I know exactly how to enjoy every second of having you like this.” He chuckled. “But first, I have to finish restraining you and then we have to display you to the family. They’re waiting to see what you look like!”

“The family?” I gulped. Then I laughed, thinking of our ‘wedding’ and how the family had enjoyed our outfits and submission. “Okay. Get me finished, and take me to it!”

There turned out to be a choice of gags, and Seb opted to use a simple ‘muzzle’ type that covered my mouth and chin and was secured in place by a simple head harness. Then he secured my arms to my sides by fitting small padlocks linking the D-rings on the wrist and elbow cuffs attached to the sleeves, to matching D-rings on the suit itself. Then he used the chains permanently attached to our bed foot posts to hold me in place while he ‘dressed’ in his favourite leather ‘master’ outfit.

“Time to show you off,” he said, releasing the chains holding me to the foot of our bed and grabbing a small bag, “Come on.”

Leading me into our living room and then out of our entrance door, he steadied me as I descended the stairs, and steered me round the corner of the house and onto the patio.

“Ta da!” He announced. “Behold our fully controlled Sub.”

Grandma applauded and so did Dee and my sister in law. “Well, well,” she greeted us. “Yes, you were right, Seb, he looks absolutely fabulous and very happy.” She indicated the three immobile figures behind her. “Put him with his fellow subs and fit the earpieces and blindfold to him.” She patted my butt. “Your Grandad, brother and Daph are all eager to have you share their situation.” She laughed. “And our fun.”

“This way, Derek. Your join a line-up of the greatest set of Subs anywhere.” Seb guided me into position and Dee stepped up to help him secure me to the waiting post. Once they had me immobilised, Seb walked to my front, grinning. “Everyone’s waited a long time for this — especially me.” 

The three women laughed, and Dee said, “Welcome to the family circle, I can see you’re already enjoying it!”