By leatherkinkboy

I was running a bit late for the job interview. If I took public transport I would definitely be too late. I did not want to risk that, as I was really keen on getting that position. The reason why I was running late was because I was watching porn. I kept myself locked since a week in a tight cobra chastity cage, and I was constantly horny since then. The feeling of submissiveness and humiliation a chastity cage gives me is really horny to me, so I wear it quite often. Sadly I have nobody who would want to control the keys for me for longer periods but it is also fun to keep myself locked while chatting with dominant guys on the internet who motivate me to stay locked and denied longer and longer.

So I was watching porn of a guy in some kind of leather bondage suit, completely helpless, strapped down, gagged, hooded and only his locked cock was showing out. This image was so hot to me. He was tortured, verbally humiliated, and touched by several men in the video. At some point they unzipped a zipper at his ass and started fucking him. After cumming into him they plugged him again. I got really carried away with this video.

I huffed some poppers imagining myself in the position of this slave and got so horny. But of course because of my cage orgasm was not an option. And I loved it that way. I only got hornier because of it. The video was super long and I was so intrigued in watching it that I almost forgot the time. When I looked at the clock I quickly but also unwillingly closed my laptop. I definitely wanted to finish the video when I came back home.

But now I had to get ready. I quickly decided to go with my motorcycle. If I would put on my leather bikersuit over my normal work attire I could still appear there dressed well after I would take the bikersuit off. Sliding on the suit made of thick, hard but at the same time soft leather made me kind of excited. Leather was my favourite material. Being encased in the suit brought up images of the video again and my cock uselessly tried getting erect again in my tight cage. I put on my Wesco boots and grabbed some leather gauntlets. Now I was in leather from head to toe. The best feeling in this world. I grabbed my helmet and left the flat. I ran down the stairs and hopped on my motorcycle, started the engine and fastened the helmet tightly around my head. And then I went off. The streets were empty so I was able to speed up quite a bit. The speed and the air pushing against my leathersuit felt really good. And the vibrating machine against my locked nub were also quite arousing. But I needed to focus now and go through the job description in my head again to prepare.

So the position was extremely well paid. That was what drew me to it so much. It was a very upper class salary. It wasn’t really clear though what I actually would be doing in this job, all the descriptions were very vague. But they had a lot of requirements on the applicants and to my great luck I fit them all. So the position was kind of an assistant in a company in a “rental” business. They said they don’t have a website because they only work with very chosen clients on a trust basis. The company has very good reviews from the clients and because there isn’t much people being able to afford their services, word spread quickly about the quality. I looked them up on google maps and there they had a big office in an industrial area and indeed all the reviews were 5 stars. All the comments were very positive yet weirdly they were all anonymous. But considering it is a quite expensive rental company I wasn’t surprised the customers wanted to stay anonymous. Yet I was really curious what they were renting out as it wasn’t clear from the comments either. They definitely were looking for a young man. Also he needed to be in shape as they described the job as physically quite demanding at times. I wasn’t maybe the most muscular but I was 25 years young and doing sports on a regular basis and eating very healthy kept me very fit. As an assistant they also required a mindset of loyalty and being obedient to the superiors. I am generally a people pleaser and quite submissive toward men in power so that was also something that I seemed to be really suitable for. They were looking for someone single with not much social ties because they said that the job was really time consuming and being too much of a social person would not allow the focus on work that is needed in this position.

My having recently just moved to Japan and having no friends here yet was perfect for that. I mean I would want to make friends and date at some point but the money was worth it and to be honest once I had the job they couldn’t stop me from doing so. They really seemed to have liked my application because they invited me very quickly for an interview. Only two days after sending the application I was invited for an interview and “personal test run” just the following week. And here I was on my way to this really promising interview.

Now I reached the industrial part of the city. Fewer and fewer people were seen on the street and there was only big storehouses and factories. Finally I saw my destination. It was a quite big concrete building in a brutalistic but modern style. No windows at all. That made me a bit sad as I really liked working with natural light. But not knowing what they actually do maybe it was needed. It was a smaller side road so really off the public. I parked my motorcycle in the garage and took my helmet off. When I started to take my gauntlets off and was about to unzip my suit a firm deep voice stopped me. “There is no need to do that. We would rather take you immediately to the interview. No need for formal attire in our business.”

I turned around and saw a stunning looking man. Tall, much more muscular than me and a short but stylish haircut. He wore glasses and behind them I noticed cold, emotionless eyes. But what stuck out even more to me was his outfit. He wore some padded leather pants and tall doc marten boots. His white t-shirt was tucked into his pants. It looked amazing and hot and my imprisoned cock reacted to it. “You seem to be stunned by my outfit. We wear what we want here. And I am a biker too. Like many others here. I was ordered to pick you up and already make myself a picture from your behaviour. You are ready to go. Come with me. And put the gloves back on.”

The last bit sounded like a command. I haven’t even said a word yet so overwhelmed was I from the situation. But I couldn’t resist his strict tone and put the gloves back on. But I was confused as to why. This all didn’t seem like a normal company.

I followed him after he guided me to get going with an arm firmly around my waist almost touching my butt. I was too nervous to say a thing and so the only thing that was to hear was creaking leather and boots walking on the floor as we walked through the building. There was not much to see. The corridors were empty and without decorations and all doors to the side were closed. The doors seemed rigid and more secure than others, many of them having bolts and additional locks on them some of them even looking like prison doors. I got more and more uneasy as we continued walking through the building.

At some point we reached a relatively normal door. The guy opened the door for me and grabbed my hips again to guide me into the room. I felt his leathered legs and his crotch close to my leather clad ass and my nub strained like crazy again.

“Go in, boy.”

I shuddered when I heard him calling me boy and felt even more insecure. The room was small and mostly empty. Only a table with two chairs on both sides, one of them bigger and higher than the other one. The bigger one was occupied by an equally as the other, if not more breathtaking guy. Probably around his 30s, tall and well-built and a very sharp face. Brown hair that was styled in a kind of very strict way. He was wearing tight leather pants that perfectly showcased his muscular feet and secured by a thick leather belt. Some knee-high leather boots, perfectly polished, and suspenders. Also some short tight fitting leather gloves and a white tight cotton t-shirt showing his trained muscular body. He looked absolutely like a dream in this outfit.

The guy who picked me up guided me into the chair and with some pressure on my shoulders signaled me to sit down. I did and faced a little bit upwards the gorgeous man across me. His eyes were also cold like that of the other guy but seemed even a bit more evil.

“Hello. I am the boss of this company and will interview you now. We got a tight time schedule so you will only talk when being asked to. Do you understand?”

“Hello, yes I do.”

His voice was in a no-nonsense tone and sounded like he was of very short patience. I did not want to upset him.

“You are Felix Mertens, is that correct?”

“Yes exactly.”

“You applied for this position here. It is a very demanding position and we can only hire the best of the best. We run several tests before and during our application process and you are very lucky as we are very happy with what we have seen so far. You are in a good physical condition and we were so free to do some backchecks on you just to see if you were lying in your application. You were not and that is very fortunate for us. You seem to have not much social ties in our country yet.”

“Excuse me what backup tests did you do?” That sounded kind of suspicious to me. I know that some companies use unorthodox methods of doing research on their applicants but I was not ok with this.

“I said only speak when you are spoken to. Interrupt me one more time and you will regret it. I expect nothing but total obedience from my assistant. Are we clear here?”

“Yes, Sir!” I shuddered. His tone and what he just said felt absolutely not okay. In another situation I would have already left. But the guys had some kind of grip on me. I must say in their outfits and in their dominant behaviour they intrigued me a lot and it felt impossible to not do what they said. So I stayed quiet.

“Besides your little interruption right now our research showed us you are exactly what we are looking for. No attachments in the social life. Physically fit. And exactly the right mindset for what we have planned for this position. And also you look good. But don’t get too cherished about this compliment. It is not much of importance later in this position but gives us a little extra kick.”

I felt very stiff. Something here seemed off. The way he talked about me didn’t feel in any way appreciative and the whole situation seemed unsafe and I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. But yet my caged nub was straining like crazy in its prison. Some part of me was secretly enjoying this atmosphere of danger with these two guys around me absolutely dominating the conversation so far.

“Well I think we can continue the application process to stage 2.” The Boss gave the guy staying in the back a sign with his eyes. When I wanted to turn around suddenly the guy who picked me up grabbed me forcefully and put a cloth to my nose and mouth. I immediately panicked and tried to wriggle out of his grip. But he was too strong. Now the boss also got up and took over the cloth and grabbed my hair to look me straight into my eyes. The other guy now securely held me with both hands while I felt more and more dizzy. While I was slowly fainting the dark cold sadistic eyes seemed to be getting right into my soul. I felt so helpless and scared. And then I dosed off.

When I woke up I still felt kind of dizzy. I tried moving but I realized it was impossible. I was restricted. I tried to figure out what I was bound in. My body was covered in straps securing me to some kind of wall it seemed. Tight leather was covering my whole body. My legs seemed to be in a kind of sleep sack but my upper part seemed to be restrained in a kind of straitjacket. It was all extremely tightly buckled and the belts were there for extra security. My head was covered in a hood and a thick collar seemed to be locked around my neck. Even my head was strapped to the wall. My attempts in moving resulted in barely anything besides me getting exhausted and leather creaking. That sound and the realization of absolute helplessness let me moan out hornily. Only then I realized my mouth was forced wide open with a huge leather pecker gag. Only muffled grunts came out from my moan. And also my hole seemed to be filled with a huge buttplug massaging my prostate. That caused my still locked nub to strain crazily in its cage. I felt some air on it so this seemed to be the only part of my body not covered by leather. I wriggled more and more to fight the binds.

I called for help but it only resulted in a muffled grunt. Soon I was tired of all the struggling. Through the fading haze of desperation and discomfort, as I continued to squirm, I recognized signs that my body was finally adjusting to the situation. The erotic sensations of the amazingly restrictive bondage made me feel restless, hot, sweaty and – FUCK – incredibly horny! Of course I was also scared what was happening to me and what they wanted to do but it was very hard at the moment to focus on something else except the omnipresent helplessness. I imagined how I must look like from the outside and pictured the leathery gimp I am right now wriggling uselessly.

Suddenly I realized I was in the exact same position as the guy in the porn I was watching this morning! Everything was excactly like in the video. The straps, and the straitjacket-sleepsack combination. Only the caged nub showing out. I was deeply worried what was happening. Did they hack my computer and knew what I was watching? Was it just a coincidence?

Suddenly I heard movement around me and I stopped the wriggling to be able to hear something except the creaking of leather. I heard footsteps. And finally the boss’s voice close to my ear.

“Congrats, boy. You have been hired.”

Metal would like to thank the author, leatherkinkboy, for this story!