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“Chris?”
“Yes,
Sam?”
“I’m
out to get someone!”
“OK.
The gun’s in the top drawer!” They were lying together on the bed, Chris
reading, Sam just thinking.
“No,
seriously though, Chris, there’s this young guy at one of the firms I deliver
to. He sure is good-looking and obviously interested. I thought I’d follow it
up.”
“Does
this mean I’ve lost you forever?” Chris asked, putting his book aside and
sliding his hand into the front of Sam’s open leather jacket.
“Don’t
be stupid,” Sam replied. “It’s a chance for both of us to have some fun. That’s
why I’m telling you.”
“Does
that mean there are others you don’t tell me about?” He massaged Sam’s nipple
firmly.
Sam
clamped a strong hand around Chris’ wrist.
“Chris,
I am trying to have a serious conversation with you, which will be impossible
if you start turning me on!”
“OK.
Tell me about him. What’s his name?”
“I don’t know what his name is yet. He’s probably
about 24, about our build, he’s got short, very blond hair, cut in a spiky way,
perhaps dyed, he’s got great teeth, fabulous eyes, is a very modern type of
guy, designer’s stubble, looks like a pop star, is very athletic,
super-masculine, probably works out in a Gym, looks great in faded jeans, has a
fantastic arse and generally makes you look like a puny wimp!
Chris
was on top of Sam in a second, kneeling astride him and pinning his arms to the
bed above his head.
“But
apart from that you haven’t noticed anything particular about him?” he asked, lowering
his weight onto the leather guy. “What makes you so sure he’s interested in a
prick like you?”
“The
first time I met him was on that day you staked me out in the garden in my
oilskins. He was fascinated by my suit, didn’t even notice he was getting
soaked in the rain . The next time I was there he came out with me to the bike
again and asked me how I get my leather jeans so shiny, and today he started on
about how fabulous this jacket is. He’s definitely on the same wavelength.”
“I’m
on the same wavelength, too,” said Chris, kissing Sam’s face, deliberately
running his unshaven chin over Sam’s. Sam’s arms were still stretched out above
his head. Chris brought them together and held both wrists with one hand as his
other hand travelled down to message Sam’s hardening prick trapped behind his
leather jeans.
Sam
went cross-eyed, trying to focus on Chris’ face, so near to his.
“What
do you think?” he asked.
He
spent the night in chains.
The next morning Sam dressed to kill. He pulled on
brown leather jeans, old favourites of his because of the good fit and the way
they were really well worn. The thighs were dark and shiny, almost black with
the grease of time. A pair of old battered basketball boots went well with
those, as battered as the black leather jacket he zipped himself into. He
didn’t shave, he ruffled his short hair, he slung a heavy chrome chain over his
right shoulder and under his left arm, the massive padlock resting in the
middle of his chest. The purpose of the chain was to lock around the bike’s
front wheel to stop it getting stolen. It looked better wrapped around Sam. Old
ripped gloves, his oldest crash helmet and he was away. Chris smiled at this
contrived machismo and fell back to sleep.
Sam’s first big disappointment was finding that the
firm where the young guy worked wasn’t on his delivery list for that day. He
spent his first few deliveries thinking of a reason to go to that firm. In the
end he decided he would just ride there and pretend he had lost a glove there
the day before. His heart was pounding as he went into the firm to the
reception. Shit, he felt like someone on his first date. No, they hadn’t found
a glove of his. He left. No sign of his man.
Sam
went around the corner of the building, fixing his crash helmet as he went, to
find the guy standing next to his bike, waiting.
“Hi,”
the guy said, “Thought I recognised the bike.”
Sam
took his crash helmet off again and fluffed his hair back and forwards.
“Hi,”
replied Sam. “Listen, if we’re going to keep talking to each other, we’d better
know each other’s names. I’m Sam.”
“Short
for Samuel, or what?”
“Just
Sam, short and sweet, and yours?”
“Kai,
short and sweet.”
“Pleased
to meet you,
“Not
Guy, it’s Kai, rhymes with “Guy” but is written K-A-I. It’s a German name. My
Mum’s German.
“Then
hi, Kai!” said Sam, “That rhymes, too.”
“Heh,
I like your jeans,” said Kai, “They look as if they’ve seen some action!”
“We’ve
been through a few rough times together, me and these jeans,” said Sam, as
though he were talking about his trusty horse. He unzipped his leather jacket
halfway revealing bare chest.
“Don’t
you wear anything under your leathers, Sam.”
“Not
usually,” Sam said casually, “especially under this jacket. It’s shiny leather
inside and out and feels great next to my skin.”
“Do
you have any clothes that aren’t leather?” asked Kai, hopefully.
“Oh,
sure,” said Sam, “I’ve got a pair of faded denims like you’re wearing, a few
T-shirts, a greasy waxed cotton jacket, the oilskins you saw me in, and a denim
jacket, but I do tend to wear leather most of
the time,- day and night!” he ventured, watching Kai’s reactions.
“Got
a lot of leather clothes?” asked Kai, looking away from Sam at the bike.
“Sure,
maybe ten different jackets, five or six pairs of jeans, two full suits, -
shit, more than I can think of. Leather would suit you, Kai. You know that?”
“I’ve
got some leather jeans and a couple of jackets, too, but I can’t wear them to
work here. I liked your black P.V.C gear, that looked great. I’ve looked around
the last few days for something like that, but haven’t seen anything anywhere.”
“Why
don’t you come by sometime and try it on. Then I can give you the address where
I got it. Have you got a bike or anything?”
“No,
no money for one, I’m still learning here.”
“Where
do you live? I’ll pick you up. Are you doing anything Friday evening?”
Kai
was, but suddenly it didn’t seem very important any more.
“No, I could come,” said Kai, and explained to Sam
how to get to him.
On the Friday Chris left to visit a friend and Sam
left to pick up Kai. Sam was wearing black leather and nothing but. He had on
an old leather shirt, thick leather jeans and his favourite leather jacket. He
had heavy scuffed scrambling boots on, the six straps all pulled tightly
through their six buckles. He and Chris had polished the worn leathers until
they shone, buffing up every chrome zip, buckle and press stud until they
gleamed. His black crash helmet reflected a distorted world, the black visor
revealed nothing of the face beneath. Sam was a modern knight in modern armour.
He
found Kai sitting on the wall waiting for him. The sun shone off his
leather-covered thighs. Like Sam, Kai had spent time getting his leather ready
for the meeting. Kai’s jacket was slung over the wall. Kai was sitting there in
a white T-shirt, the black leather jeans and white trainers. He smiled like a
kid, his smile lit up the whole of his tanned features, awakening the romantic
in Sam who could have embraced him on the spot, kissed him on the spot, (and
then thrown him off the wall, put handcuffs on him and raped him on the spot! )
Kai immediately felt his prick stiffen at the sight of Sam in his leathers, so
he jumped down off the wall and pulled his jacket on to hide the fact. Sam had
pulled up, got the bike on its side stand and was taking the second helmet off
the back for Kai.
“Hi,” shouted Kai at the black visor, placing his
hand on Sam’s shoulder for an instant, casually, but taking in the feel of the
leather jacket. Kai zipped his own jacket up to the studded collar, pulled on
the helmet, fumbled with the chin strap, pulled on leather gloves and climbed
on the bike behind Sam who was already revving the bike to get going. Kai found
the foot rests, held Sam tentatively at the hips and they drove off.
Half
an hour later Kai was standing nervously in the flat Sam and Chris shared.
“Want
something to drink?” asked Sam.
“Some
coke or whatever,” said Kai, looking around the room. Nice place you’ve got
here. Live alone?” he asked.
“No,
I share it with a guy called Chris. He’s away for the weekend.”
“A-ha,”
acknowledged Kai, feeling a pang of disappointment. Somehow he’d envisaged Sam
living alone.”
Sam
came in from the kitchen carrying a can of coke for Kai. He had unzipped his
leather jacket, revealing the leather shirt underneath. He took the crash
helmet Kai was still holding and handed him his drink.
“Leather
shirt, eh?” said Kai with enthusiasm. “I’ll probably find your underpants are
leather, too!”
“Who
said I’m wearing any?” said Sam. “Want to see that oilskin suit you were
talking about?”
“Sure,
if you like,” said Kai nonchalantly.
“It’s
easier if you come through to the bedroom, we’ve got everything in a closet in
there.” Sam led the way. He opened a door leading off from the bedroom.
“I
don’t believe this,” exclaimed Kai, “even the bed!”
He
threw himself down onto the leather-covered bed. Everything was black leather,
the bed itself, the pillows, the quilt covering it.
“I
don’t know what you find so unusual about it all,” said Sam, “Leather’s about
all that exists for me. It’s ideal on the bed. If I sleep naked it’s a great
feeling, cool and smooth, if I leave my gear on, I like the feel of leather
upon leather. It all smells good and the older it gets, the shinier and better
it looks. Don’t you like it?”
“Like it?” said Kai, “It’s fantastic!” He rolled over
and buried his face in the shiny pillow. Sam looked at the guy lying there on
the black bed, his arms up beside his head embracing the pillow. Kai’s leather
jeans were a perfect fit, defining his fantastic arse. He looked fantastic. Sam
could have flung himself onto the young guy there and then. It was too soon,
though, he still didn’t know how far to go with Kai. All his questions and the
things he said seemed so naive and innocent.
“Here
are the oilskins,” Sam said flinging the folded suit onto the prostrate guy.
“Oh,
great,” said Kai, rolling over and standing up. “Heh, that’s some mirror,” he
exclaimed, noticing for the first time that the whole of one wall was mirrored,
reflecting in a huge mirror on the opposite wall. He saw himself from the front
and from behind, standing there in leather holding a shiny bundle.
“This
suit’s far heavier than I imagined,” said Kai.
“It’s
really heavy P.V.C. and double thickness, shiny inside and out. Try it on,
we’re about the same size.”
Kai
let the suit fall open and looked to see how to get into the thing.
“Try
it on without your leathers. It feels really good.” added Sam.
“OK.,
that’s probably best,” said Kai casually and threw the suit onto the bed as me
started to take off his clothes. Leather jacket, T-shirt, shoes, leather jeans
were all peeled off slowly by slightly trembling fingers, until Kai stood there
in a pair of leather briefs that could hardly contain his rigid penis.
“A-ha!”
thought Sam to himself, our beautiful man is perhaps not as innocent as he
seems!”
And
beautiful Kai was. He had the slender muscular body of the athlete, without the
exaggerated muscles of the body-builder. He was perfectly tanned, the natural,
soft brown colour that blond people go, again like his figure, not exaggerated.
He had picked up the shiny black suit again.
“Take
off your shorts, too. It’ll be more comfortable.”
Kai
obliged and stood there with an enormous hard on, which neither of the men
mentioned.
“Come
on,” said Sam, “I’ll give you a hand, It’s quite a struggle getting this on, -
not to mention getting it off!
“Sure
feels cold!” said Kai, stepping into the oilskins.
“At the moment,” said Sam, “You can work up quite a
heat in this thing. You’ve got to put your arm back, Kai, it’s like a fancy
boiler suit. Come on!”
Kai
got his arms into the smooth sleeves and Sam helped him work the suit up over
his shoulders. It was cold and smooth and felt wonderful on his skin. Sam
turned Kai around and started to pull the zip up. Kai’s bare chest disappeared
into the suit as the zip was pulled up to his chin. Sam folded in the flap and
smoothed the two velcro surfaces together.
“Just
the collar,” said Sam, pulling the high collar up and crossing the extended
front flap across Kai’s throat and engaging the Velcro.
“There, now you’ll stay dry in any weather. What do
you think?’
Kai
turned to look at himself in the mirror and his hard prick nearly burst. He was
encased from head to bare feet in the heavy-duty oilskins. The black P.V.C.
simply gleamed in the spotlights. The suit was a perfect fit, it moulded to and
defined his body. Elastic pulled the suit in at the waist, keeping everything
tight. He twisted to see what he looked like from the back. The light shone
back off every fold that his turning caused.
“You can see yourself from one mirror to the other.”
said Sam.
“Fantastic!”
said Kai, and saw how the light gleamed across his shoulders, how the P.V.C stretched
across his arse. How the backs of his legs reflected every ray of light.
“Well?”
said Sam, “What do you think?”
“It’s
fantastic!” said Kai, “absolutely fantastic! It feels so good, too. Shit, why
isn’t it raining?!”
He
smiled at Sam and Sam’s prick fought in his leather jeans at the sight of this
shiningly packaged man. Kai’s collar was up under his chin and the black
material accentuated the blond guy’s powerful looks.
“Does
it have to be raining? Let’s go out now.” proposed Sam.
“Christ,
the sun’s shining out there,” exclaimed Kai, people would think I’m mad.”
“How
do you think you look in that suit?” asked Sam.
“Great,
but .....”
“How
do you feel in that suit?”
“Fantastic,
but .....”
“Then
other people will think you look fantastic, too. I do. They’ll probably think
you’ve heard a weather forecast that they haven’t or that you’ve come straight
from work in a car wash! Who’s gonna recognise you under a crash helmet anyway?
Come on, let’s get off. Put your trainers on, they’ll go with it.” Kai sat on
the bed to pull on his shoes. Sam had trouble resisting the urge to touch this
guy with the light shining off his thighs and gleaming over his muscular back
and shoulders.
“Heh,
that’s a great picture!” exclaimed Kai as he stood up. On the one non-mirrored
wall, entitled ‘The Escape Artist’, was a dramatically drawn picture of a young
man struggling with his bonds.
“Yeah,”
said Sam, “It’s great isn’t it? Used, to be a hobby of mine.”
“What?”
asked Kai, “drawing pictures?”
“No,”
replied Sam, “Trying to escape from things. Come on, let’s get out. Getting
warm in that suit yet?” asked Sam as he zipped his leather-jacket tight up
around his neck. They picked up their crash helmets and left the flat.
Kai
felt great on the back of Sam’s bike, although very self-conscious, dressed in
the black rain-suit with the sun shining.
Once
out at the bike he had put on his crash helmet as quickly as possible and just
wanted Sam to get off before anyone came. At a traffic light another biker had
been level with them. He had nodded at Sam and Sam nodded back. Kai just looked
forward, convinced the man thought him crazy in his shiny gear. He never
dreamed that that guy would spend the next days trying to get the sight of two
young guys on a motorcycle, one top to toe in tight-fitting leather, the other
with the sun gleaming off his oilskin-covered shoulders, arms and thighs, out
of his mind. They soon began to leave the built up suburbs and the country
started to win through. Kai relaxed on the back of the bike, tentatively
putting his arms around Sam a little further, pulling up closer to the leather
guy. The shiny suit felt cool against Kai’s naked body, cooled by the wind
rushing over them. Sam’s mind was more on the muscular guy behind him than the
road. Seeing a lay-by, he pulled off. Two a lorries were parked there either
side of a shabby-looking mobile snack bar.
“Want
something to drink?” asked Sam as they stopped.
“We
can’t stop here,” exclaimed Kai. “People will see me in this suit!” he said.
“So
fucking what?” said Sam,”If you feel as good in that suit as you said you did,
then you look that good to others, too. Come on, get off the bike so I can,
too.”
Kai reluctantly got off and undid the chin-strap of
his crash helmet. Sam unzipped his jacket a little and led the way to the
coffee stand, his P.V.C. packaged man in close tow.
The
two lorry drivers were standing drinking as Sam ordered two drinks. One, a
muscular-looking guy of about 30 showed definite interest in the two bikers. He
looked very definitely at Kai as he unzipped his suit slightly, revealing his
brown chest.
“Expecting
rain, mate?” asked the man serving behind the counter, “Or are you going
sailing?” he added.
“Always
come prepared, that’s my motto!” replied Kai, trying to look as if everyone
wore a foul-weather suit on a sunny day. He took his drink from Sam and the two
walked back towards the bike.
“Was
that so painful?” asked Sam.
“No,
but I still feel fucking stupid in this. Why doesn’t it rain? It usually does
!”
“Come
on, Kai. Stop looking so worried. You look great.
Give
us a smile for a moment. No-one’s going to attack you for wearing the wrong
gear for the wrong weather. “
Kai
smiled. He looked stunning. Sam wilted.
“Christ,
you bastard, you could be a model! “ exclaimed Sam.
“How
can anyone have teeth that perfect?” Kai laughed.
“Come
on, - drink up. Let’s ride around a bit more.”
Kai
tipped his head back and drained his can of coke, - too fast,; a trickle ran
over his chin and dripped down the front of the P.V.C. suit.
“Looks like oilskins are the best thing for you, Kai.
We can just swill you down at the end of the day:” said Sam, leaning over and
licking the sticky coke off the smooth surface.
Kai laughed
and fluffed Sam’s hair. “Come on,” he said, zipping his suit up to his chin and
wrapping the collar flap across his throat.
“All
sealed up!” said Sam, zipping his own leather jacket up and pulling on his
helmet. Soon the two men were back on the bike and leaving the siding. They
travelled around a bit, and Kai slowly relaxed, holding on to Sam naturally,
feeling his warmth and feeling his smooth leather against him. Eventually Sam
drove off the main road and into a lay-by. He pulled over to the side and
stopped. Kai got off and fumbled with his crash helmet. “A quick break before
we get back,” said Sam, pulling his bike onto it’s stand.
“I
need a piss,” said Kai and went up and over a grass bank. When he came back,
Sam was sitting up on the bank, gloves and crash-helmet next to him. His
leather shone beautifully in the warm light of the sun now very low in the sky.
Kai sat down next to him, unzipped his suit a little and then lay back in the
long grass.
“I
wish it was pissing down with rain and then I could lie here in this soaking
grass and just feel the water run off this suit,” said Kai.
“Feel
good in it, do you?” said Sam, leaning on one elbow and looking down into Kai’s
bright eyes.
“It’s
fantastic. Don’t you wear it a lot?” asked Kai.
“Sure,
usually longer than I want, what with the fucking weather here. Don’t forget
I’m riding round all day getting covered in muck from head to toe. After a
rough day there’s not much shine left on that suit.”
“And then you have to clean it up,” stated Kai.
“That’s
not much of a problem. Under the shower in the suit, - Chris washes me off,- then a quick rub down, & a quick
buff up! All ready for the next shitty day!”
“When
you wore it at the firm last week, I thought it had a hood,” asked Kai.
“I
had an anorak over the suit, Kai. I wouldn’t have even noticed a monsoon in all
that!”
“An
anorak sounds great. Shit, can I try that, too, sometime?”
“Sure,
and the over trousers and the jeans, if you want, all black and shiny,” said
Sam, “but I thought you’d be too warm in this weather.”
“I’m
soaked in here,” said Kai, “but it feels kinda good. Here, feel.” He pulled his
zip down a little and Sam slid his hand over Kai’s sweaty chest.
“You’re
right, you’re soaked. You’ll have to watch you don’t get cold.” He made no
attempt to pull his hand away from Kai. Kai didn’t protest. Sam delicately
rubbed his rough fingertip over Kai’s nipple. Kai breathed out sharply.
“Sam?”
“Kai?”
Eventually
Kai said, “You know you said trying to escape from things was a kind of hobby
with you? What did you mean exactly. Are you an escape artist in your spare
time, or what?”
“No,
not really,” said Sam, “just interested, I’ve always liked being tied up and
trying to escape - or tying someone else up and watching them struggling. I’ve
got all the books about Houdini and any other articles about other escape
artists. There’s something fascinating about a good-looking guy wrestling and
fighting with his ropes or chains or whatever.”
Kai’s
breathing was becoming irregular as Sam’s hand gently moved over Kai’s naked
chest, massaging his nipple.
“Or
strait-jacket,” said Kai.
“Or
strait jacket.” repeated Sam.
“Like
the guy in your drawing,” said Kai. “Have you ever been in a strait-jacket?” he
asked.
“Many
times, and sometimes for a very long time, too!” said Sam. “They’re quite a
battle.”
“I
thought you could get out of things,” asked Kai, “why not out of a
strait-jacket?”
“There
are strait-jackets and strait-jackets,” Kai. “If you’re in a simple canvas
affair as used in hospitals and the guy tying you doesn’t know what he’s doing,
then you can get out OK.
But the jackets come in all shapes and sizes, and
those designed to punish are very efficient, they’ll hold you for a long,
frustrating time.”
“What
do you mean, punish?” asked Kai, bright-eyed and breathing jerkily.
“In
prisons, Kai They use them in prisons, healthier it’s all kept quiet. Chris
works in a prison. They strap up the guys that fight, they strap them up in
complicated jackets of canvas and leather, full of buckles and rivets, designed
not just to restrain but to humiliate, too. They leave the guy rolling around
in one of those until there’s no fight left in him and then leave him some
more, or they turn him out among the other prisoners still strapped up, where
he’s seem by all, defeated and helpless.”
“I
bet I could get out of one,” said Kai, non too convincingly.
“Oh,
yeah, sure!” sneered Sam. “The Great Kai! They’d really go to town on someone
like you!”
“What
do you mean, ‘Someone like me?’ What makes me so fucking different?”
“Because you’re beautiful Kai. You’re athletic,
you’re muscly and you’re extremely good looking, just asking to be put in your
place.”
Sam
had pulled himself up and the leatherman was nearly astride Kai, lying flat out
in the grass.
“They’d
grab you and despite your struggles you’d soon find your arms slipping down
into thick, closed sleeves, and that would be the beginning of the end. They’d
pull strap upon strap through buckle upon buckle and you’d feel the jacket
closing tightly around you.”
Sam
wrenched Kai’s zip suddenly shut, closing the thick P.V.C. up to his neck.
“Rough
fingers would strap the high collar tightly closed .....”.
Sam
jerked the suit’s collar across and the Velcro held the black shiny material tightly
across his throat.
“...
and the jacket would jerk tight as other hands wrenched the crotch strap
between your legs and strapped it at the back!”
Sam
brought his leathered knee up between Kai’s legs, applying heavy pressure on
his prick, causing the man to gasp.
“Hey,”
exclaimed Kai and reached up to push Sam away a bit. Sam grabbed Kai’s wrists
and pulled the oilskin suit’s sleeves hard, until they were completely over
Kai’s hands. Then they’d grab the straps hanging from your sleeves and you’d
feel your arms crossed over around your body and strapped tight!”
Sam
crossed Kai’s arms in strait-jacket fashion and held them pulled across his
chest. The P.V.C. shone stretched and taut.
“Helpless. Doomed to hours of writhing and pulling,
struggling and fighting. They’d never let you out again, Kai!”
The
two men looked each other directly in the eyes and Sam let go of Kai’s wrists
and slowly lowered himself onto Kai, his full weight pressing down on Kai’s
crossed arms. Kai strained and with effort pulled his arms out from under the
leather-covered guy.
Sam touched the side of his face against Kai’s and
then their mouths met and they kissed deeply and longingly. Sam’s swollen
prick, bursting behind thick leather, massaged Kai’s, straining in the smooth
black P.V.C. Leather creaked on oilskin as Sam tensed and relaxed on his black,
shiny partner. Kai’s hands travelled over the worn leather back of Sam’s jacket
and down over Sam’s firm, leather-covered buttocks. Sam’s hands felt Kai’s
naked body within it’s ultra-smooth black covering. Sam kissed Kai’s neck and
slowly moved down Kai’s body. His tongue licked the P.V.C. leaving wet marks on
the impervious surface. Kai’s fingers ruffled through Sam’s hair as Sam’s
tongue traced Kai’s prick through the heavy oilskins. Sam turned his head so
his mouth could massage the length of Kai’s swollen prick. He saw the sunlight
glinting off the gleaming wet P.V.C and pushed his face down on to Kai’s smooth
crotch and licked and massaged the bulging shape even harder until Kai arched
his back off the ground and gasped at the unbearable sensations, his fingers
digging into Sam’s hair, his other hand pulling at the collar of Sam’s leather
jacket.
Sam pulled up and away from Kai and unzipped his
leather jeans. His swollen prick burst out of the restraining black leather.
Sam fell down onto Kai again and massaged back and forth, kissing Kai deeply.
Kai was in ecstasy, gasping for breath, his whole body charged and
over-sensitive. He felt Sam’s tongue in his mouth, smelt Sam’s masculine smell
in his nostrils, sensed Sam’s muscular body under its leather covering. His
skin was alive and tingling, conveying a complete feeling of the glossy P.V.C.
suit he was encased in, the smooth surface stuck to his sweaty body. Sam too
was so turned on he couldn’t get enough of this fantastic man under him, he
couldn’t kiss him deeply enough, he couldn’t push hard enough down on him, his
hands couldn’t travel over the firm, oilskin covered body fast enough.
Suddenly
the two men couldn’t hold back any more and with convulsing waves of ecstasy
surging over them, their pricks pulsed in a simultaneous orgasm. Kai’s prick
spurted white jets into the dark depths of thick black P.V.C as Sam’s shot
creamy white liquid over the outside of the protective suit. The orgasm came
long and draining, until, gasping at a last pulsating shudder, the leather guy
collapsed onto his shiny friend and so they lay in the grass, panting as if
after a five-mile run.
The
leather man lay motionless, embraced by the guy he was lying on. The dying
light shone dully on his tight leather clothes and glinted off Kai’s arms in
their shinier sleeves. Sam eventually recovered enough to roll off Kai who
still seemed exhausted. His arms just plonked to the ground as Sam pulled away.
“Come on, Kai. Let’s get you cleaned up and back to
my place.”
By
the time the two were back in Sam’s flat, they felt a bit more lively. Sam set
to, making coffee and Kai disappeared into the bathroom to clean himself up. He
emerged barefoot with his suit open to the waist. He came into the bedroom and
sat down on the leather-covered bed. He liked the feel of the P.V.C. on the
leather. He looked down at the light gleaming off his thighs and felt his prick
hardening again. Sam came in . He had taken his jacket off and looked great in
the tight leather jeans and the leather shirt. Sam put down the coffee he had
brought in and sat down on the bed next to Kai who had been looking at the
drawing of the bound escape artist on the wall.
“That
guy looks good, wrestling in that strait-jacket,” said Kai, “drawn from anyone
you know?” he asked.
“No,
unfortunately not. No-one we know. Not many escape-artists in the family.”
Kai
suddenly grabbed Sam and pulled him down onto the bed.
“Perhaps
you should become one and I could tie you up!” said Kai, holding Sam’s wrists.
“If
you start getting dangerous, Kai, I’ll be the one tying you!”
“Only
a strait-jacket can stop me raping you!” Kai exclaimed, falling down on to the
leather guy and wrapping his arms around him. Sam embraced Kai, moving his
hands over the thick cool P.V.C.
“That can easily be arranged, but I’m not so sure I
want to stop you raping me,” said Sam and kissed Kai.
Kai
pulled away.
“What
do you mean, ‘That can be arranged!’?”
“Exactly
what I say, that can be arranged.”
“You
don’t mean you’ve got a strait-jacket here?”
“No,
- several,- in all shapes and sizes!”
“Oh
shit, I don’t believe it,” exclaimed Kai. “Show me!”
“Soon,”
said Sam, reaching up and pulling Kai down on to him by the open sides of the
black rain-suit. Kai rubbed his stubble chin over Sam’s and kissed him gently.
“Please!” he said.
Sam
got up and slid back one of the mirrors, and pulled a bundle out of the closet
beyond. Kai watched from the bed, his heart pounding. He heard the jingling of
buckles and suddenly the heavy bundle had landed on him. He sat up and let the
jacket unfold. At first it seemed such a complicated mass of straps and buckles
that he couldn’t determine which way was up. It was so heavy. It was brown and
black leather, it seemed to be leather inside and out, it had a high collar, it
had very long closed sleeves, it seemed very menacing.
“Fantastic,”
exclaimed Kai, jumping off the bed to get a better look at the jacket.
“Fantastic!”
“It
looks better on. Going into it?” asked Sam.
“As
long as you let me out when I say, I’ll give it a try,” said Kai.
Sam
threw himself onto the leather bed.
“No,
Kai. We’ve got to get this straight from the beginning. You’re not holding a
game there. A strait-jacket is a prison, and that’s exactly what mine are. Just
like in a real situation, you’re not the one who says when you come out. If you
let me strap you into that, then I’m the one who decides when you come out.
Maybe I’d let you out after a couple of hours, maybe tomorrow morning, maybe
Sunday evening would still find you strapped up like a maniac.”
Kai
looked dubious.
“You’d
have to trust me, Kai.” he continued, “I’d look after you, make sure you’re not
in pain at all, but, unless you could get out yourself, you’d be my prisoner as
long as I decide and I’d have no qualms about tying you down or gagging you if
the situation started getting serious. It’s your decision.”
“Forget
it” said Kai, and threw the restraint onto the bed across Sam’s legs. He took
his coffee and drunk it down in one, then he climbed astride his leather friend
again. He clamped his hands on Sam’s shoulders in the soft leather shirt and
pushed him down on the bed.
“You’d
really refuse to let me out?” asked Kai.
“I’d
expect you to take your imprisonment like a man, and not even ask me to let you
out, Kai. Just to trust me.”
“No chance, you bastard!” said Kai and kissed Sam
deeply. The two cuddled, leather on oilskins. Kai was getting quite feverish.
Suddenly
he pulled away.
“Oh shit!”
he said nervously.
“What?”
asked Sam.
“Strap
me in the strait-jacket!”
“You
sure?”
“Strap
me up in it, Sam!”
“Soon,”
said Sam, pulling Kai back towards him.
“Now,”
said Kai, “Quickly, before I change my mind!”
“You
gonna keep that suit on or put on your leather jeans or what?” asked Sam.
“I
guess I’ll get kinda hot in this, won’t I” asked Kai.
“You’ll
get kinda hot in a strait-jacket anyway. Keep it on, I want to see the sweat
roll off you! Come here, I’ll do it up. “
He
zipped Kai up, and fastened the high collar under his chin.
Kai
looked Sam straight in the face. Sam had his hands on Kai’s shiny shoulders.
“Give
me one last hug before you lose your freedom. Kai.”
Kai
pulled Sam to him and they kissed and held each-other close.
Kai’s
hands travelled over the soft leather of Sam’s shirt and Sam felt Kai’s
muscular body under the thick P.V.C. Kai was fervent and breathless.
“Get the fucking jacket on me!” he said.
“I
hope you’re not going to regret this,” said Sam as he picked up the leather
jacket lying on the bed. The buckles rattled ominously.
“Oh
shit!” breathed Kai, as he stood up to be imprisoned.
“Pull
your sleeves down over your hands a bit and hold them. Perhaps you can twist
the sleeves around your arms a bit. I’ll get the jacket on you better. Here.”
Sam
was facing Kai holding the thick jacket invitingly open.
Kai
pushed his arms into the heavy sleeves and Sam moved round Kai to pull the
jacket from the back. Kai’s arms went down into the depths of the sleeves and
he let go of the sleeves of his P.V.C. suit. His hands felt the cool smooth
leather of the inside of the strait-jacket. Sam jerked the jacket firmly over
Kai’s shoulders.
Kai
raised his right arm and looked at the riveted, closed sleeve encasing his
hand. A thick brown strap hung from the end.
“Having
regrets?” asked Sam as he pulled the jacket together at the back over Kai’s
shiny suit.
“Carry on!” Kai gasped.
Kai
felt the straps being buckled, one after the other. The slack slowly left the
strait-jacket as the leather garment was fastened closed out of reach down his
back. A thicker strap went like a belt around his waist. Sam pulled this firmly
shut. Sam’s hand reached through Kai’s legs and grabbed for the crotch strap
dangling from the front of the jacket. The strap was sewn to a thicker flap of
leather and this was pulled through Kai’s legs. Suddenly the whole jacket
assumed a new tension as Sam strapped through the buckle at the back.
“Comfortable?”
asked Sam.
Kai just grunted and wriggled his shoulders a bit to
work himself into the jacket better. Sam pulled the jacket’s collar up high and
passed the strap through the loops. The collar’s buckle was at the front, the
strap went right around the neck. Kai lifted his chin to let Sam push the prong
through the hole. Sam then took the ends of Kai’s closed sleeves and jerked the
sleeves downwards, pulling any slack out of them.
“Let
me hold you one last time,” said Kai embracing Sam with his encased arms. He
chaffed his rough chin over Sam’s cheek and held him close, his hands inside
thick leather mitts, running over the soft leather of Sam’s shirt; his fingers
feeling nothing in the depths of the closed and riveted sleeves. Sam hugged Kai
to him, Kai’s body feeling totally different in the solid leather to the smooth
P.V.C. He fingered the straps and buckles down Kai’s back.
“Now
cross your arms, Kai, left over right, there’s a good boy!” He grabbed the ends
of the sleeves and passed them through the retainer straps on the sides of the
jacket. They would stop Kai working his arms up or down.
“Point
of no return, Kai!” said Sam as he jerked the thick sleeve strap through the
buckle on the other sleeve. He braced himself against Kai and wrenched the
strap again. Kai grunted as the prong clicked through the hole in the strap.
Sam set to work tidying up the straps, passing them through loops positioned to
stop them flapping and hanging.
“That’s you fixed!” said Sam and turned Kai towards
the mirror.
Kai’s
prick, throbbing under the pressure of the crotch strap, had even more blood
surged into it as Kai took in the sight of his imprisoned self. The jacket was
battered and stained, the brown leather greasy and shiny from previous battles.
Black leather reinforced the jacket at the elbows, at the ends of the sleeves
and a strip of black leather was riveted down the front of the jacket extending
into the crotch strap. Kai’s arms were folded across his chest. The buckle at
his collar glinted in the light and an inch or so of the P.V.C. suit’s collar
could be seen higher than the jacket’s collar, jet black against the brown
leather. His legs shone in the suit, pulled into folds where the crotch strap
cut between his legs. Sam stood beside him looking magnificent in his complete
leather. He slapped a hand down on Kai’s shoulder, his hand making a loud slap
on the thick leather jacket.
“I’ve
always wanted to try a strait-jacket,” said Kai.
“You’ll
be able to soon,” said Sam.
“What
the hell are you talking about? What’s this I’m in? A Tee-shirt?”
“At
the moment, Kai, you’ve got a leather jacket strapped on you. It will only
become a strait-jacket when you start to want to get out. When you start
realising you’re a prisoner and start fighting and struggling against it’s
grip, then you’ll know what a strait-jacket really is.”
“And
you’re really going to let me get that far?” asked Kai, almost hopefully.
“Oh sure, and that will only be the beginning. You
look great strapped like that. It suits you. It turns you on and it sure turns
me on so, Kai, maybe you’ll be hugging yourself for the rest of your life! I’ll
look after you.”
Sam pulled the strapped guy to him and kissed him.
Kai was breathing fast, turned on by the strait-jacket strapped over the smooth
suit, his heart slamming in his chest at the thought of being the long-term
prisoner of this fabulous leather man holding him. Sam felt over the hard
leather that encased Kai’s body, feeling the numerous straps and buckles
holding the strait-jacket onto its prisoner. Kai couldn’t respond, his arms
strapped tightly around him. Every movement, every twist he made, applied
pressure to his prick through the crotch strap. He kissed Sam deeply, he
couldn’t get enough of his leather man. Sam hugged his restrained partner
tighter to him, his chin over Kai’s leathered shoulder. His tongue licked the
shiny oilskin collar sticking out of the strait-jacket, his tongue felt the
heavy strap encircling Kai’s neck. Kai’s unshaven chin moved over the soft,
warm black leather of Sam’s shirt, Kai’s cheek rubbed against the shirt’s
greasy collar. His natural instinct was to cuddle and embrace this sensuous guy
but his arms were unable to move, encased in thick leather sleeves designed to
immobilise. Sam pushed against Kai a little too enthusiastically and he toppled
backwards on to the bed, Sam falling with him. The two lay on the worn black
leather bed cover, Kai’s head had fallen between two leather-covered pillows.
Sam climbed astride the strapped man, his knees pushing Kai’s shiny lairs
together. He leant with all his weight onto Kai, a hand pushing down on each
shoulder.
“Having
regrets Kai? I could do anything to you and you couldn’t move a finger to stop
me. Like this for instance!”
He
grabbed the leather pillows either side of Kai’s head and pushed them down over
his face. Kai struggled, wrenching his head from side to side and twisting his
body under Sam’s weight. Sam let go of the pillows and Kai came up gasping for
air.
“Had
you worried for a moment there, didn’t I?” said Sam.
“I
can take whatever you give me,” said Kai provocatively.
“Will
you’ll be saying that the same time tomorrow night after a long tortuous day in
that jacket? You won’t be able to cum and you’ll slowly go insane with
frustration. Then I’ll just deliver you ready strait-jacketed to the nearest
asylum, where I’ll come to torment you as you roll around in your padded cell!”
Kai’s breathing came fast as Sam lowered himself onto
the strapped man. He kissed Kai long and deeply, making him short of breath,
all the time massaging Kai’s rock-hard prick held back behind the thick
oilskins and stiff leather.
Suddenly
the door opened. Chris stood there looking cold and menacing in full leather.
Dressed to kill.
“Having
fun?”
“It
isn’t what you think,” exclaimed Sam, rolling off his strapped prisoner.
“How
do you know what I think?” said Chris with an icy tone to his voice. “Come out
here a moment Sam, I want to talk to you.”
He
pulled Sam roughly out of the room. The door closed.
Kai strained to get upright, not easy without the use
of his arms. By stretching his legs out and rocking, he eventually got into a
sitting position on the edge of the bed. The exertion had made him sweat in the
P.V.C. suit. A bead of sweat trickled down past his eye and tickled him, but he
couldn’t alleviate it. He heard muffled voices raised, but couldn’t understand
what was being said. The tone was aggressive. There was a loud thump, a bump,
more shouting.
“Hey
you guys, what’s going on?” shouted Kai. No reply, just an ominous silence.
“Hey!”
he shouted getting to his feet and crossing to the door.
“Sam?
You OK?”
He tried to open the door with his elbow but couldn’t
turn the knob. His strait-jacket creaked, sweat trickled through his hair. He
caught sight of himself reflected back and forth from one mirrored wall to the
other. His shiny, jet-black legs, the brown and black strait-jacket, the row of
glinting steel buckles holding his restraint tightly closed. His prick was
uncomfortably hard, the crotch strap was applying constant pressure that he had
no power to relieve.
Suddenly
the door burst open, knocking Kai staggering backwards onto the bed.
“Out
of the way you bastard,” snarled Chris, practically dragging Sam into the room.
“Oh
shit:” muttered Kai, seeing Sam’s predicament. Sam’s leather shirt was gone, he
was bare-chested and bare-footed in his greasy, stained, brown leather jeans. A
heavy metal collar was locked around his neck, a heavy chain led down to the
handcuffs around his wrists, the same chain was locked around his waist before
it travelled down to the manacles locked around his ankles. He fell grunting to
his knees as Chris tugged him further forward than his chained feet could step.
“Get
up, you cunt,” growled Chris wrenching the restricted guy to his feet by
grabbing the massive collar.
“Thought
you’d have a bit of fun while the cat’s away, eh?” he hissed, as he pushed Sam
backwards against the wall. He leant the weight of his leather-covered body
against Sam as he chained Sam’s collar to a conveniently placed hook in the
wall.
“That’ll
keep you out of the way a moment while I deal with Houdini there.”
“It’s
nothing to do with him, I brought him here,” stated Sam. “It’s my fault, not
his!”
“He’s
sure going to regret letting himself be brought here!” said Chris menacingly,
stepping over to Kai sitting on the bed. Kai turned away but Chris knelt on the
bed and grabbed Kai in an arm lock. Kai’s heart pounded as the leathered arm
locked around his strapped neck levered his head upwards.
“What’s
your name, pretty boy?” asked Chris.
No reply.
“I
asked you what your name was cunt!” Chris asked again increasing the pressure
on Kai’s neck.
“Kai!”
the helpless guy grunted.
“Kai!
You Swedish or something?” asked Chris.
“Let
go of me!” hissed Kai, trying to twist away from the leather guy’s grip.
“Leave
him alone.” shouted Sam, straining against his chains. “Let go of him.” He
jerked and coughed as his collar held him back.
“Shut that foul mouth of yours,” ordered Chris,
letting go of Kai so suddenly that he slumped back onto the bed, breathing
heavily. Chris opened a drawer and then approached Sam, with a gag in his hand.
“No,”
protested Sam as Chris grabbed him by the hair.
Chris
leant against his victim and pushed one leg between Sam’s as he tried to get
the rolled leather bit between Sam’s teeth.
Leather rubbed on leather as Sam wrenched left and
right to avoid being gagged, but eventually Chris got Sam’s nose between his
fingers and pinched tight until his struggling victim opened his mouth to gasp
for breath. In the same instant he rammed the hard leather between Sam’s teeth
and expertly fastened the strap behind his head. Sam was gasping for air and
making unintelligible sounds as he made futile attempts to close his mouth by
biting into the bitter-tasting leather.
Chris
turned his attention to Kai.
“Wearing
his oilskins, strapped in his strait-jacket eh? You’re in a mess, Guy or
whatever your name is, you know that?”
“Kai,
my name is. Just let me out, will you?” said Kai in an almost conversational
tone as though the game was over. “ I’m soaked with sweat in here.”
“Strange,”
said Chris, “you don’t seem to realise just what a mess you’re in, do you?” He
grabbed Kai’s elbow in its thick leather sleeve and jerked him upright. Sweat
trickled off Kai’s brow. Sam pulled in his chains and tried to protest with
meaningless sounds. In his helpless state, Kai was scared of this man, but
still his heart pounded at being threatened by this guy, looking great in full
leather.
“You’re
in this jacket for a long, long time yet,” said Chris bracing Kai against him
and jerking the strap fastening Kai’s arms around his body a notch tighter.
“Get
used to it!” said Chris, as Kai gasped. Sam’s not going to be able to help you.
I’ve got big plans for him.
Sam wrenched towards Chris but the collar held him
back. He choked and coughed, the sounds distorted by the gag.
Kai
jerked away from Chris.
“Let
me out, you bastard. I’m too hot.”
“I
think you’ve yet to learn what being really hot’s all about,” sneered Chris,
standing up and sliding the mirrored door of the wardrobe open. From its depths
he pulled out a shiny black bundle.
“You
like being black and shiny, then black and shiny you shall be!” He shook the
folded P.V.C. open and approached Kai.
“Didn’t
Sam show you our anoraks? Or our jeans? All in heavy, thick, double-sided
oilskin? Aren’t you just dying to try them out, Kai? Why be satisfied with just
a rain-suit, Kai, when you can have more?”
As Chris taunted Kai, he was pulling the sleeves of
the foul-weather garment inside out.
“I’ve
had enough, you cunt, let me out!” exclaimed Kai aggressively, wrenching his
arms left and right in a useless gesture.
“Non,
now, Kai, I don’t really like being called that. We’ll have to do something
about that mouth of yours!”
Within seconds Kai’s mouth was sealed shut with very
sticky surgical adhesive tape!
Kai
shook his head from left to right, tried to force his lips apart to rid himself
of the tape, but it held fast. Words issued from his throat as intelligible
sounds. He strained in his strait-jacket, all to no avail. Chris had the
massive P.V.C. anorak ready to put on Kai. Kai had no intention of going into
it. It looked great and Kai felt his heart pounding in his chest, but Chris
obviously meant business and this was no game. But, what could Kai do to
resist? Immobilised in the strait-jacket, he rolled around on the leather bed,
he kicked and squirmed, but Chris was used to dealing with violent prisoners.
He soon had Kai upright against the bed-head and had dragged the heavy garment
over Kai’s head and shoulders. It caught on the strait-jacket’s buckles as the
shiny P.V.C gradually covered the leather of the strait-jacket. Eventually
Kai’s head emerged breathless from the black oilskin anorak and Chris had it on
him properly.
Sam had stopped struggling to watch the fate of the
young guy he’d brought home. In the handcuffs, Sam tried to adjust his
rock-hard prick trapped in the brown leather jeans.
Chris had Kai standing now, the glossy anorak
completely hiding Kai’s tightly strapped strait-jacket. Kai didn’t struggle too
much as Chris fastened the foul-weather gear. Either he had given up or,
despite his fear, was perversely enjoying his increasingly hopeless state.
Chris jerked the anorak down and strapped the waist belt under the bulge of
Kai’s crossed and strapped arms. No sleeves dangled as Chris had already pulled
them through on the inside. Hanging from the bottom of the garment was a wide
crotch flap to stop it riding up. Chris reached through the already smooth and
shiny-covered legs and fastened it at the front. He then started tugging the
draw cord in the bottom hem of the jacket and knotted it tightly.
Chris
stood holding Kai by both shoulders, looking into his masculine face which was
just as attractive with white plaster sticking the mouth shut and sweat
trickling down it.
“Last
chance to admire yourself, Kai,” said Chris, turning him round to face the
mirror. Kai saw himself encased gleaming jet black P.V.C. He was bare footed,
his arms were missing, held useless by his madman’s jacket deep under the suit.
The
anorak’s hood was bunched in thick folds around his neck.
“Last step,” said Chris, pulling the hood up over
Kai’s head. Kai let out a throaty cry and pulled away, falling onto the bed.
Chris soon had him on his back and was sitting on his, holding him down as he
fastened the hood. Layers of shiny P.V.C. were crossed across Kai’s chin and
mouth, drawstrings were pulled tight and soon Kai was looking through no more
than a slit. He didn’t like this, he felt he was going to suffocate and he
started to wrestle about as Chris got off him. At one point he had worked his
head up into the hood so that his nose was visible in the slit he was meant to
look through.
This
move made breathing easier but was unfortunate, because it got Chris onto other
ideas. From the cupboard, he produced an enormous roll of black, two inch wide
P.V.C. tape which he proceeded to wrap around Kai’s head, pressing the hood
against his mouth, closing his eyes into complete darkness. His head was
encased except for his nose for him to breath. As Chris cut the tape, Kai
panicked, throwing himself around on the bed, his shiny legs kicking out at
anything. Chris fell on him, winding the tape around Kai’s rain-suited legs,
above the knees, below the knees, down until he started wrapping length upon
length of tape around Kai’s bare feet until there was not an inch of skin to be
seen. The leather guy straddled Kai, his shiny jeans appearing dull in contrast
to the P.V.C. Kai was bound in. He leant over to Kai’s ear.
“I
guess you can hear me in there, you prick! There’s a steel cage in the cellar
waiting for Sam, but I’ll be back to work on you further when I’ve dealt with
him. Both of you are going to regret ever meeting each other!”
Kai made feeble, muffled vocal protests, but went
quiet to listen to the struggling and fighting as Chris dragged Sam out of the
room.
The
door slammed and the room went quiet,
leaving Kai with the creaking of the suit, the leather covered bed, his
strait-jacket and his laboured breathing.
“Fuck!”
he thought, “What a fucking mess!”
He pulled against his bonds,- everything expertly
placed and tight. The heat! The suit was impervious, his muscular body was
hidden from the air by layer upon layer of oilskin and leather. He struggled,
cut off from the world. Every movement caused the thick P.V.C. pressed to his
ears to creak and then he could hear nothing else.
He
couldn’t hear the door open, he couldn’t know Chris was standing there watching
him, his arm around Sam’s shoulders. Sam was smiling, his beaten black leather
motorbike jacket over his bare chest, his handcuffs and manacles gone, just a
red mark where he had been biting down on his leather gag.
They watched their prisoner contort in a futile attempt
to free himself, every twist causing him to grunt with the exertion. He was one
glossy black shape, his head devoid of its features, his arms moulded around
his body, stretched over with the heavy oilskins, his legs taped together as
one.
Both Chris and Sam were breathing fast, their pricks
iron-hard as they looked upon the sight of this beautiful young man packaged,
black, shiny, de-personalised, the strength of his smooth, brown body held
impotent. A violent wrench caused Kai to roll off the bed. He landed with a
thump where he lay still a moment to get his breath and his bearings. He
renewed his struggles.
The
two guys moved quietly over to sit on the bed, their eyes fixed on the
struggling form, drinking in every fold, the shine and the tension in Kai’s
restraints.
“Oh shit!” breathed Sam. putting his arm around
Chris, pulling him to him and kissing him deeply. Both were breathless, highly
turned on, their pricks enraged in their leather jeans. They tipped back onto
the leather-covered bed. Kai was gasping and tugging, kicking and moaning on
the floor, helpless, hopeless, but left with no alternative.
Sam and Chris kissed feverishly and deeply. Chris had
his hand inside Sam’s leather jacket and was chaffing Sam’s hard nipple. Their
leather jeans rubbed against each other, their pricks were ready to burst. Both
were inside Kai’s restraints, imagining the raging heat, the smooth, wet
oilskins pressed to sweating skin, the unrelenting grip of the strait-jacket.
They imagined the dark, the frustration, the fear of not knowing when, or
whether release would ever come.
Kai’s heart raced as he fought for breath, bucking,
twisting and writhing in absolute imprisonment. His prick was ramrod-hard,
trapped and inaccessible under suffocating P.V.C. The leather guys’ hearts
pounded as they kissed violently while opening their leather jeans to take each
other’s prick in their hands.
Kai took a deep breath and strained. He put all the
strength of his trained muscles into one massive wrench. His body arched in a
contraction that left only his shoulders and feet in contact with the floor.
The strait-jacket proved its worth, the
thick leather did its job. The tight crotch strap
pressed hard on Kai’s prick, adrenaline surged through his veins. The fear, the
heat, the excitement caused Kai’s body to feel electrified. For a moment he
could see himself as an outsider, helpless, packaged, a black, shiny human
shape with limbs useless and impotent, his release dependent on a guy in
leather who obviously preferred him bound. He came. He came with a fierceness
that caused him to clench his teeth together and scream. He fought in his
strait-jacket as thick cum burst into his waterproof suit. The outside world
existed no more as, in the blackness, he became aware of every part of his
body.
Sam and Chris were as one with Kai as they too gave
in to their orgasm. The leather guys kissed deeply, stubbly chins chafing
together, hands travelling over their smooth leather as they simultaneously
spurted thick, creamy liquid which streaked their leather jeans and dripped
onto the shiny, black-covered bed. Chris slumped down onto Sam, his arm around
Sam’s hot body under his leather jacket. So they lay, gasping and breathing
deeply.
Sam
suddenly started and pulled away from Chris.
“Kai’s
dead!” he exclaimed.
“Sure!”
said Chris, “Dead men always breath deeply!”
Kai
was lying immobile, his chest heaving as he tried to take in enough air through
the narrow slit of the taped hood. Soft moaning sounds issued from his throat
every time he exhaled.
“We’d
better let him out,” said Sam urgently.
“Why?
He’s having the time of his life in there.” said Chris.
“He’s
probably near to heat stroke!” said Sam. feeling his prick stiffen again at the
sight of their shiny prisoner.
Kai
moaned and tried to roll over.
“Let’s
put him under the cold shower,” suggested Chris.
“That
won’t help, his body can’t breath in there. Come on, help me!”
Sam
pulled away from under Chris and got up to help Kai.
“Help me, will you!”
Chris got up and together they lifted the restrained
man into a sitting position. Kai didn’t even pull away. Whether his spirit was
broken or whether he was half-unconscious or whether he realised the two were
there together, they didn’t know, but they set to, trying to unwrap the sticky
black tape from Kai’s head.
Eventually they were able to unbutton the hood and
untie the drawstrings. Sam was unwinding the tape from other parts of the
oilskin anorak. Eventually all was free and they were able to lean Kai forwards
and tug the garment off him. Kai glowered at them from incensed blue eyes. His
hair was soaked with sweat. Red marks from the taped hood crisscrossed his
face. A drip of sweat dripped off his chin and made a dark spot on the front of
his brown leather strait-jacket. Sam tried carefully to untape Kai’s mouth but
soon he realised the only way was to wrench it quickly and hope it didn’t tug
half of Kai’s hair out. ‘You bastards, you cunts!” exclaimed Kai.
“I
nearly died in this lot!” I trusted you, Sam!”
“You’re
OK., aren’t you?” said Sam. “I made sure you were alright, didn’t I?”
He
put a hand on Kai’s shoulder, still encased in the thick leather of the
strait-jacket and leant over to kiss Kai’s mouth.
Kai
turned his head away.
“Just
let me out you arseholes!” he said defiantly.
“Don’t
forget you’re still very much a prisoner,” said Chris aggressively. “Let’s
really show him what hell is!” said Chris grabbing the oilskin bundle they had
just pulled off Kai.
“Come
off it, Chris,” said Sam. “The fun’s over, he’s exhausted and red-hot in this
lot.” He started to unstrap the strait-jacket. One by one the buckles were
undone. Kai said nothing. Sweat still poured off him. He grunted as his stiff
arms at last fell away from his body. As Sam released him from the
strait-jacket, Chris was freeing Kai’s feet and legs. Eventually the young guy
was propped up against the bed in his P.V.C. suit.
“Let’s
get you to the shower,” said Sam.
They
practically had to lift Kai, so exhausted and weakened he was from his battles.
As they unzipped the rain-suit from his soaked body a wave of heat surged to
meet them. They had to peel the heavy covering from him. It had welded itself
to his body. They got Kai into the shower where he leant shakily against the
cold tiles, his beautiful, trim body covered in red marks from his bindings.
The strait-jacket had left a red welt around his neck and his pubic hairs were
sticky with cum. They left him to shower.
An
hour later, the two guys found Kai laying face-down on the leather-covered bed.
He was naked, one leg stretched out, the other slightly bent, one arm at his
side, the other up by his face. The red marks were disappearing. His perfect
skin looked beautiful against the black leather. He appeared to be sleeping .
“You
asleep, Kai?” asked Sam.
“No,”
muttered Kai.
“Still
angry with us?” asked Sam. Kai didn’t answer.
“Are
you still mad with us?” asked Sam again. Suddenly Kai rolled over, his prick
was hard and erect.
“Did
someone say something about a cage in the cellar?” he said and smiled his
blinding smile.
END
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