By Stormbound

It is a frosty morning outside, but inside the house is warm and cozy. In the living room a fire crackles merrily in the fireplace, while a man reclines casually on the couch with a cup of fresh coffee in hand. The man is quite the leather bear, tall and strong with a well-groomed, short black beard and gray-green eyes. His beefy muscular frame is clad in a leather jacket over a white t shirt, leather pants, and a pair of crisp leather boots. A leather biker cap on his head over his cropped hair. As he takes a sip of his coffee, he hears the door to the kitchen open.

He looks over to see another man come out with his own cup of coffee. This man is a little shorter and a bit broader than the first, with a slightly shorter beard of fine dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. But he is dressed in the same leatherman style as the man on the couch, the thick quality leather creaking with the movement of his burly muscles as he walks over and sits down on the couch with a smirk next to the first man.

He puts his arm around the already seated man, leans in and gives him a long kiss on the lips. After the kiss ends, he says, “Merry Christmas, Mark.”

Mark smirks back at his partner and says, “Good morning. Merry Christmas to you too, Steve. Thought you’d never finish getting ready.”

Steve chuckles and says, “Well I had to get the boy ready. He’s waiting in the hallway all nervous and exited. Looks like everything’s set out here?” as he gestures toward the Christmas tree with a pile of wrapped presents underneath.

Mark grins and replies, “Yep, everything’s all set. But let’s have him wait a couple more minutes. I need to snuggle with my man and get a little more coffee in me first. Besides, you know how much he hates and loves waiting like that.” He gives Steve a sly wink.

Steve grins and takes a sip from his coffee as the two men sit on the couch snuggled close, silent except for their creaking leather and the sipping of coffee. After letting a few more minutes pass, Mark gives Steve a questioning look, to which Steve gives a single nod. From that Mark clears his throat and says loudly, “Ok, Boy, you can come in now!”

The sound of shuffling and creaking leather lets the men know that the boy is coming, and a few moments later a leather-clad figure emerges from the hallway crawling on all fours. Mark smiles and gives his crotch a gentle rub at the sight of their crawling gimp boy, clad in the quilted leather gimp suit and padded bondage hood that they gave him for his birthday a few months ago.

***

James, though now more often known simply as boy or gimp, had been kneeling in the hallway with his hands behind his back, just as instructed, waiting for the signal from his two leather daddy masters. As he crawled into the living room, his pulse had quickened seeing the pile of presents under the tree, and then quickened even more at the sight of the two beefy leathermen on the couch.

The leather suit covered his entire body with attached socks and mittens. Locks secured the zippers, but they were more for looks and mental reinforcement than necessity, as the boy couldn’t take the suit off by himself even if he wanted to. Same for the padded leather hood over his head. Only his soft blue eyes were visible in the hood, the surface smooth except for the grommet at his mouth.

“Merry Christmas, Boy!” The two men on the couch belted out in unison. The boy could only let out a muffled “Mmmmmph mmmmmmph!” in reply, due to the gag he wore under the hood. He paused in the middle of the room, unsure whether to head to the tree or his daddies, before a beckoning hand from Steve made his decision for him.

Once he was before the couch the men each put a hand on his leather clad form and gave him some gentle pats and rubs for a few moments. “Well, boy, it’s our first Christmas all together. Are you excited?” asked Mark.

“Mmmmmmph!” replied the gimp while nodding his hooded head and looking up at his leather masters.

“Well then go on and get started, boy!” said Steve with a smirk and gesturing toward the tree with his polished leather boot and a nod of agreement from Mark.

He started slowly but picked up speed as he got closer to the tree, the creaking of his leather suit growing more rapid as he crawled. Once in front of the tree the boy realized a humiliating problem. How was he supposed to open presents with his hands inside his leather mitts? He realized with humiliating horniness that this reaction had been planned, and a glance at his leather daddies to see Mark with a sly grin and for Steve to let out a chuckle confirmed it. “Go on, gimp, open those presents like a big boy,” Mark teased.

Lucky for the gimp boy, the paper tore easily. The first package was squishy and revealed a giant plush stuffed bear with a leather cap sewn on his head. “We know you miss your big daddy bears sometimes in your cage, so this one will keep you company, boy. Plus, it will give poor Mr. Dolphin a break from your humping as thig big chonky boy loves to be humped, isn’t that right, Mark?” Steve said with a chuckle. As Mark gave Steve a playful ruffle for the tease the boy was blushing under his hood at being called out for his humping while also loving having a stuffed daddy bear.

The next box was large and very heavy. Once the paper was clumsily torn off and the lid opened, the boy stared in a mix of excitement and fear at a heavy set of full body combination irons. “Go on, boy, show us what you got,” Mark called from the couch. Eventually the boy managed to tip the box with his flat mittens and spill the irons out into the middle of the floor. Steve grinned and said, “Oooh, did you get some nice heavy chains? Oh yeah, gimp boy, you’re going to be spending a lot of fun time in those this year,” causing a shiver of lustful fear to go down the boy’s spine.

The next couple boxes were some wooden toy trucks and small stuffed animals. The boy knew they were meant to be humiliating, and that he would likely actually end up playing with them out of boredom during some of his gimp boy downtime, and he loved it. The daddies grinned, drinking their coffee knowing how much being reduced to a boy make the gimp horny.

The next big box was also heavy, but not nearly as much as the chains. The boy’s mitted paws ripped the paper to reveal a shiny new steel chastity belt, a custom-made Latwoski sent all the way from Germany. The boy carefully picked it up with his mitted hands and looked at the belt in stunned awe before turning his liquid eyes shining with love, lust, and thoughts of future denial and frustration toward his masters.

“You like it, boy? We thought it was time to take your chastity training up a level. That belt is going on later today, and from now on don’t expect to be seeing much of your nub anymore. It even has a custom-made locking plug shield for when we want to keep you stuffed,” Mark said with a calm, loving voice.

The gimp gently put the belt down and crawled across the room and touched his hooded head to each of his masters’ boots in a gesture of thanks. The boy was both terrified to wear the belt and could not wait to put it on later. After a couple pats on the head and a “you’re welcome boy,” the gimp was sent back to the tree to open his last gift.

Inside the last box was a pair of spiked sole inserts for the gimp’s leather suit, to add some enforcement to his crawling times, and a certificate for hair removal treatments. The gimp started to rub his caged nub with his mittens upon seeing the gifts, letting his daddies know how much he enjoyed them.

“Yeah, boy, lot more crawling time in gimp mode from now on, and having your body hairless is going to feel so good for you inside that suit, and under your chastity,” Steve said, grinning.

“Do you like all your presents, boy?” asked Mark.

“Mmmmmmmmph!” the leather gimp replied while nodding up and down several times. The boy then turned toward his masters before laying prone on the floor as a sign of submission and thanks as he was trained to do.

After a minute the boy was allowed back up. Now it was his turn. He located the boxes under the tree containing his gifts to his leather daddy masters and gently picked them up with his mitted hands and slid them over to the feet of the men on the couch. The boy had been given some time and money to pick out gifts online for his masters, and now he kneeled at their feet with his hands behind his back, watching them open the gifts.

Mark opened his box first. Inside was a box of very fine cigars and a bottle of his favorite whiskey. Steve opened his box to find a bottle of his favorite Bourbon-scented cologne as well as his favorite type of gin. The final package was a gift to both of them. Mark and Steve tore open the paper to reveal a picture frame with a photo that made them both smile. Both men reached out to stroke the gimp on his leather-encased head and tell him thank you for the thoughtful gifts. The boy felt his heart flutter and his cock strain at the joy of pleasing his leather masters.

The boy then returned to the tree, fetching the last boxes, the gifts Mark and Steve had gotten each other, and delivered them to the feet of the men on the couch. The gimp kneeled and watched, snuggling with his new teddy bear daddy, as the two men opened their gifts to each other. Some gifts were things to use on their gimp boy, like a new paddle or a leash, but most were gifts between two men who had been close friends before becoming lovers. New leather gloves, some new clothes for work, or working out, and other various things. The gimp sat and watched in silence, enjoying the sight of his daddies showing their love for each other.

***

Later that night, in a bedroom that had once been his, with his new combination irons and Latwoski belt added to his leather suit and hood, the gimp boy was secure in his cage below his masters’ bed. The custom California king bed frame was the symbol of their relationship, strong and sturdy and with a space for each of them. On top was the large firm mattress with plenty of space for the two big alpha bears, and plenty sturdy to handle their bedroom antics. The bed frame was extra tall to make room down the center for the cage for the gimp boy, with the cage door in the foot of the bed. Along each side of the bed was an array of built-in drawers and cabinets to house the men’s leather gear and other various bondage toys and equipment.

Above him, the gimp boy could hear the grunts, moans, and thumping sounds of his leather daddies going hard together in bed, breeding each other as thanks for their gifts to each other and a wonderful Christmas, while below them the gimp futilely tried to hump his new stuffie bear in his new chastity belt. As the gimp listened to his daddies rut above him, he grew even more horny at being ignored and cucked by the men he loved and humped his toy even harder, causing his chains to rattle even more. Above the boy, the bed started to thump even harder as the sound of the gimp’s rattling chains and frustrated moans turned on both of his masters even more. It had been pure dumb luck that had led to them finding that James loved to be cucked and that two alphas like Mark and Steve were in love with each other, but now the dynamic fit them like a glove.

On the nightstand next to the bed was the picture frame the boy had given to his masters that morning. Behind the glass was a photo in a bar of two grinning leather bears who had been best friends for years, sitting on stools, and between them stood a skinny fresh boy grinning with a nervous and excited smile. The photo was from the leather Christmas party where the two aloof friends had met a lonely boy one year ago.

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