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My Pillion

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I felt the warmth of the early spring sun on my riding leather as I approached the movie theater parking lot. Since this was a late matinee, there was a parking space available for my white Honda CBR1000RR. Once positioned, I turned the engine off and lowered my booted feet as I straddled the crotch rocket. Looking around the parking lot towards the theater entrance, there wasn’t a soul in sight, but the warming sun felt good.

Removing my white Alpinestars armored riding gloves, I placed them on the tank of my machine. I unlatched my Ruroc EOX 2.0, feeling the light breeze run across my face. The sun was bright as I was no longer viewing life through the dark shield on my helmet. Stuffing the gloves into the helmet, I dismounted and headed to the entrance.

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Non Stop – Part 03

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Leather Saturday

The taste of Bryan remained with me for hours after he fucked my hole and left me gagged in the leather hood, helpless in the leather sleep sack. After such a workout, I was more tired and found some time to slumber before waking with some of the pains from being in long-term bondage. There was very little movement in the leather, as it wasn’t stretchy, and my back was getting numb from lying on it for so long without any movement. I had started soaking the leather shirt and jeans I was sweating in, as it was very warm, and the leather against my face made my breathing labored at times.

I reflected on seeing Bryan sit down in the same row as me on the plane, but I never imagined I would end up helpless in his home a few hours later. I tried to roll or move, but there was only a slight difference, as it was difficult to find a good place to lie.

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Non Stop – Part 02

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Post Flight

The heavy luggage fell upon the belt at baggage claim as people waited for their suitcases. As I watched the belt move, my mind was still filled with thoughts of my flight. The leather scent was still upon my lips from when Bryan had gagged me with his tight-fitting gloves.

After he returned from the lavatory, he was not as affectionate as he was. He did have me keep my hand on his leathered leg as he maintained his attention on his iPad. Not sure what I was expecting, but having my touch on him was creating a connection between us. That connection ended quickly after landing, and Bryan disappeared into the concourse crowd after departing from the plane. But those few hours in the air were enough to keep my mind going for a while.

As the next group of bags moved forward, I took in that leather scent again. Turning, Bryan was standing behind me. He was closer than normal as he leaned in and asked what my plans were for the rest of the day.

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Non Stop – Part 01

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Flight

Looking up from my laptop, I noticed this burly man for the first time, wearing well-worn brown leather boots, his work jeans stacked on them. He was wearing a pair of black jeans that were slightly looser than skinny jeans. The man with a dark beard but no mustache was wearing a black Carhartt jacket over a denim shirt. In his right hand, he was carrying a black Ariat duffel bag as I watched him continue down the concourse with a backpack on his shoulder.

Yeah, I’m a pig that admires guys in the right type of clothing, boots, leather or whatever. I always check what a guy is wearing on his feet. That the wearer seems to be a cowboy or redneck can also make my cock twitch. As my mind wanders while checking these guys out, I wonder if they might be a top who likes to grab a dude and bind him until he is helpless. Or perhaps the guy in jeans, boots, and a black leather jacket might be more submissive. They might want to be taken, gagged, then locked in steel restraints and used for a few hours.

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Arresting

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With his head bobbing to the beat of the music coming from the speakers in his SUV, Austin Dougherty’s mind was not focused on the road passing under the tires of his Carmine Red Porsche Cayenne. Sitting in the driver’s seat wearing black Adidas pants with the triple white stripes down the legs, his right foot, wearing white Stan Smith shoes, was hovering over the gas pedal in case he had to quickly get his machine out of cruise control. Austin was in a black Adidas jacket wearing a white high performance t-shirt under, the shirt having the logo of the major league football team he plays for. The quarterback kept his tight leather gloved left hand firmly gripping the top of the steering wheel.

Heading east through Banning, California, on Interstate 10, the lights of all the fast food establishments on the side of the highway kept the night from being fully dark as the headlights on his Porche illuminated the cracks in this heavily used section of the interstate. The cruise control was set at eighty since Austin has several freeway lanes as the concrete ribbon cuts through the pass between San Gorgonio Mountain on the north and Mount San Jacinto to the south.

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Morning Object

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Waking, I lift my head as I turn to see you in darkness. Only your breath is heard coming through the micro holes that are in the area of your nose. Your breathing is your only freedom to the outside world.

I see my reflection in the well-shined black rubber that encases your head.

I love when I look at you and see an object. You are not human when you are in the black rubber, making me want you more. This morning, I am holding myself back from just grabbing you and holding you, feeling the cool, slick black latex against my naked skin.

Throwing the sheet off the bed, I see your chest gently rise and fall as you breathe that precious air while under my control. The scent of rubber fills my nose as I lightly touch you and slide my leather-gloved hand down the slick surface of the rubber sleep sack you happily went into last night after dinner.

With my light touch, I have no idea if you are awake or sleeping. As you are in darkness, the thick rubber keeps me from seeing into the world that you are locked in.

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Beyond Solo – Part 02

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As his heart skips a beat from the sudden touch on his shoulder, Jamal screams into the gag, which echoes through the room as a muffled sound. Trying to turn around the layers of tape wrapped around his head makes it difficult for Jamal to turn his head. In total darkness, Jamal is fearful as he doesn’t know how someone has gotten into his room and is standing behind him.

Quickly, Jamal’s secured wrists are grabbed by the unknown individual. The wrists are lifted over Jamal’s head and lowered to the extent of his arm’s ability to bend, settling on the back of his neck. Faintly, there is the sound of duct tape being pulled from the roll and swiftly slapped on the wrists, wrapped around Jamal’s throat. Being wrapped several times around the neck and hands of Jamal, the tape forms a layer that thickens around the 26-year-old boy’s neck, with it slightly tightening on his throat. It hinders his breathing but not enough to make it difficult. The stranger wraps the tape, moving to the end of Jamal’s neck.

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Beyond Solo – Part 01

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A short story by ty dehner

A blue glow shined upon 26-year-old Jamal’s face as he was sitting in front of his thirty-six-inch computer monitor, watching bondage videos off the web. Slumped back in his black leather office chair, Jamal had his hand under his Nike basketball shorts of shiny red, gently fondling his manhood as the videos filled his imagination with more and more kinky thoughts.

It was a Saturday night, just like any Saturday night for Jamal, as he was not ready to expose himself to actually living his kinky interests. No, it was safer to be in his room and experience things with his own hands.

Jamal was watching a video of a man encased in rubber, heavily bound, hooded with tubes for breathing, with wires producing electrical sensations to the man’s genitals. It was an intense experience that Jamal often dreamed of. Seeing this action made Jamal produce more pre-cum that was lubing his cock as he stroked under his Nike shorts.

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