Written by ty dehner

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.

“After getting my rental, I will be heading to my hotel and taking it easy,” I responded.

Bryan placed his gloved hand on my shoulder, “Why don’t you cancel your rental car, and you can ride with me to my place. I would enjoy having you as my guest for the weekend.” As he made the offer, Bryan raised his gloved hand to my bare neck, the cool leather sliding across my skin, causing a moment of chills that ran down my back.

I looked into his eyes, which were friendly and serious. “You want me as your guest?” I inquired.

Squeezing my neck slight, “I do, let’s not let our connection end here.”

Pausing for a moment, I took in the man in full leather I was standing next to, holding my neck in his gloved hand. I decided that life is too short, so I walked to the rental car counter and cancelled my reservation and returned to where Bryan was standing.

As I returned, I saw my bag on the belt and grabbed it. I noticed Bryan had his large black leather suitcase.

Smiling at me, Bryan speaks, “Let’s hit the bathroom for a moment, I have something in my case here that I would like for you to use!”

I looked at Bryan with a questioning look. He reached for my shoulder again. “It’s ok, you’ll like it!”

Grabbing our rolling bags, we headed to the closest bathroom and into the larger stall where Bryan closed and secured the door. Swiftly, Bryan grabs me and pushes me against the tile wall, his lips planted upon mine with a passionate kiss. The kiss was long and deep as his tongue found its way into my lips, and I felt the leather man leaning against me. He keeps his hands tightly against my arms, not allowing me to reach for him. I found myself moaning slightly as I truly enjoyed this moment, my cock straining against the denim of my jeans.

Soon, his lips were replaced by his gloved hand over my lips, “Silence, you just need to listen. I want you to strip, everything off.”

My eyes questioned him, but he pushed his gloved hand tighter to emphasize that he was in control. “No speaking, just do it.”

Bryan stepped away, unzipping his leather suitcase. I stood in the same position against the wall, hand started to remove my clothing. At first, not sure what to do with my clothing, I decided to put it in my bag. I was soon standing in only my underwear and white athletic socks.

Quickly looking at me, Bryan orders me to remove my underwear. I hesitate for a moment, then do so, now standing naked in the bathroom at the Palm Springs Airport.

As I stand with my hands cupped over my manhood, Bryan throws something black at me, and I grab it. It is made of leather. Unfolding the item reveals a leather jock. I look at the leather, then at Bryan.

“Yes, fucker, put it on!”

Sliding the jock up my legs, it is skimpy and barely contains my hard cock and balls. But the warmth of the black leather feels good against my manhood, and I allow my hand to rub the leather. That is short-lived as another piece of leather is tossed to me, a pair of side lace leather jeans. I didn’t need to be told what to do this time, so I pulled on the jeans. They fit well, though a little tight. A belt was in the belt loops that I buckled, and the next piece of leather was a soft black leather shirt with long sleeves. The shirt used snaps to secure it, and I tucked it into the pants.

Byran handed me a pair of black, matte leather engineer boots, and I sat on the toilet seat to pull on over my white socks. The stall was filled with the inviting scent of leather as both of us were now in full leather. Standing, the jeans moved down my legs and stacked on top of the boots. A slight stomp had the boots’ seat on my feet, and I felt a little taller with the heels of the fine-crafted boots.

I was handed a leather jacket that I put on over the shirt, followed by a pair of black leather cop gloves that fit tightly. As I adjusted the back to fit correctly, Bryan stood and looked at me. “You are a fucking hot leather man.”

Slightly embarrassed, I thank Bryan. “You travel with this much leather.”

Nodding, “I do, I am a true leather man and I live in black leather.”

Looking down at myself, I can believe I am standing in full leather, the scent filling my nostrils, the weight of the black leather, and the sound it makes as I move.

“You trust me?”

I look at Bryan, “I’m standing in full leather that you put on me. Sure, I trust you.”

Bryan lifts his gloved hand from the suitcase, holding a black leather muzzle with silver locks hanging from the buckles.

Spontaneously, my cock jumps, and I lose some air from my lungs. I am not ready to go out in public in a locked muzzle. “Wow, really? You want me to wear that?”

“It is perfect for you, Troy.”

I am very hesitant. Bryan can feel my discomfort with the request. He steps forward, his booted feet sounding on the tile floor. He holds the leather muzzle in my sight as his other hand caresses my face, the leather of his glove warming as my skin warms it.

“I see so much potential in you, Troy. Look at you, you are standing here before me in full leather. It fits you so nicely, it makes you into the leather man you have dreamed of. Now, one more piece will take you into a new world of submission as you allow me to show you the desire that is deep inside you to serve a man like me.”

Bryan brings the leather of the muzzle to my lips, gently placing it on my lips. “Kiss that leather. Feel how stiff it is, in a matter of moments, I can have that securing your face, keeping you from speaking and locked up to serve me as you are meant to.”

My lips taste the black leather, taking in the scent that comes from the straps that form the muzzle, the locks jangling as Bryan moves it. His touch on my cheek feels comforting, and there is a strong desire to go into that muzzle. But leaving this bathroom wearing that is something I can’t see myself doing.

Bryan stands patiently as my mind weighs the pros and cons of wearing the muzzle in public. My cock is escaping from the leather jock that is under the side lace leather jeans that I wear. I want to please this man; he has put me in leather.

Sensing that I can’t allow the muzzle to go on, Bryan lowers it, his hand moves to the back of my neck, and he grips slightly, “It’s ok. We have gone deep with you already.”

Putting the muzzle back into this case, Bryan zips it shut and opens the stall door. “Let’s get going!”

With that, Bryan moves away as I stand frozen for a moment, taking a deep breath. Looking forward, I move out of the stall to see the bathroom door sliding shut as Bryan has already exited. Stepping out of the bathroom, I enter the real world wearing full black leather. Very aware of myself, I look forward, realizing that no one is looking at me. I hear the leather as it moved with my body, my boots on the tile floor of the baggage claim. I see Bryan exiting one of the glass doors to the pickup area, and I move swiftly to catch up with him.

We end up walking through the parking lot to a far corner of the lot, away from the terminal. The lights flashed on a dark blue Range Rover Evoque as Bryan used his fob to unlock the vehicle. The back hatch door popped open, slowly rising as we reached the vehicle.

As the hatch door stopped, Bryan turned to me and said, “Load up.”

At first, my heart stopped as I thought he was suggesting I ride in the back like a piece of luggage. Bryan noticed the surprised look on my face, “What’s wrong?”

Hesitantly, I reply, “You want me to ride there in the back.”

Chuckling, Bryan smiles, “Perhaps later, if I decide you are to be in bondage. But no, load your luggage in.”

While my cock got hard with the thought of being bound and gagged in the back of his fancy SUV, I was relieved that I was not going to be traveling in the back.

Bryan loaded his bag, and I pushed mine in along with my backpack from my flight. The door closes with a press of a button as we each go to our respective sides of the SUV. After climbing in and getting seated, Bryan opens the center console. He pulls out a heavy set of steel wrist manacles. I hear them clanging as the chain that secures the pair together rattles.

“Wrist’s out.” Commands Bryan.

I look again with surprise, as I wasn’t expecting any bondage.

He looks at me seriously, “You’re not riding in the back, but you will be secured when you are in the presence from now on. You understand Troy?”

Bryan was firm in his comment, and I really was not in a position to argue with him. I raised my gloved hands, and Bryan quickly locked the manacles around my wrists. They fit tightly against the leather of the long-sleeve shirt and jacket on the inside of the steel. Happy with putting me in the restraints, he reached back into the console and pulled out what looked like a black leather bag. He quickly lifted the bag and slid it over my head, and I was enveloped in darkness. The leather was thick and prevented light. Bryan took what must have been a collar at the bottom of the bag and tightened it around my neck. I barely heard the click of a lock as the air I was breathing became heavy and damp in the leather.

The vehicle’s engine started, and soon I felt us in motion. The stereo came on with the music loud, leaving me unable to hear anything other than the beat.

The ride was long, but I have no idea if Bryan took time to confuse me. We finally arrived at his house, and he brought me out of the SUV and into his living room. When he removed the leather that blinded me, I noticed it was dark outside. That told me that we had been driving for hours. It felt good to feel the fresh air on my face. My mind was tossing now, as I had not expected Bryan to start keeping me in bondage.

“Welcome to my home, Troy. It is late as we had to take a long drive to get here, but I’m sure you didn’t mind it.”

“I wasn’t expecting the bondage aspect or to be sightless.”

Bryan reached out to me, lightly rubbing my cuffed arms, “I’m sure, but I like to see a man in black leather in silver restraints. It is just one of my many interests. You don’t mind me exploring my interests with you, do you, Troy?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer. I wasn’t ready to be out of control that way. I was standing in full leather that a man I met a few hours ago on the airplane provided me to wear, and now he has me secured by the wrists in his house, somewhere I don’t know where we are.

Seeing my confusion as to what was happening, Bryan pulled me to him as his lips were pressed against mine, and we started kissing. The level of affection only turned me on more, as my dick wanted to release, while I could smell our leather warming and filling the room.

After a moment of passion, Bryan stepped back, holding my chin in his gloved hand. “It is late, and it has been a long day. As my guest, I should show you to your room, and you can sleep and look forward to tomorrow.”

With that, Bryan’s right hand slipped to my backside and created slight pressure to move forward. Stepping down a hallway, we entered the second closed door, where a single light hung from the ceiling. The room was rather spartan, with little décor and just a single bed. It was an iron frame, like from some military bunkhouse, with a single mattress and a black leather sheet covering it.

Bryan went to the left wall, where there were many doors to cabinets. Opening one, he pulled out a drawer and then returned to me. Standing in the middle of the room, Bryan looked at me and asked, “You remember that photo I showed you while we were on the plane?”

Before I could answer, Bryan slipped a padded leather isolation hood over my head. It immediately removed my sight, encased my head in black leather, and filled my senses. Moving behind me, he made quick work with the laces that ran down the back of the hood, tightening the leather against my skin. The hood was padded with some foam that removed my hearing; all I heard was my blood pumping. There was a rubber pecker gag that rubbed against my lips before it pushed through as the leather was tightened. I could breath through the small grommet holes that were before my nose as the gag silenced me. Then Bryan tightened the straps of the hood to secure my jaw shut, keeping me silent. There was a collar secured around the neck, with the sound of a lock. The hood wasn’t coming off now.

I felt the silence as Bryan stepped away from me, leaving me standing in the room. He was doing something, which, of course, I couldn’t see.

After a few moments, I felt Bryan grip my shoulders and move me slowly from the center of the room. He lowered me to what I realized was the bed and positioned me on my back, arms to my side. Bryan raised my arms, slid them into sleeves, and then started pulling something across my legs and torso. I was encased in thick leather. While I couldn’t see, my experience told me I was being put into a leather sleepsack.

I started to struggle as this was becoming too much. While I appreciated the opportunity to wear the leather that Bryan had suited me in, I wasn’t ready to become his prisoner. I mumbled in the hood as Bryan pressed his gloved hands against my chest.

Lowering his head, he spoke into my ear. “We’ve passed the point of no return, Troy. You wanted to experience leather, now you are. Do not fight me, or I will have to apply more restrictive measures, which you will not enjoy.”

He gripped my chin, trapped in the hood. “I put you in leather, you have to go all the way when you’re with me, Troy.”

With that, he proceeded to seal the sleep sack, and I was helpless to fight back. I did some struggling, but all I heard was Bryan chuckling, since he knew I wasn’t going to escape.

For a short time, he sat next to me, rubbing his gloved hands over my secured body in layers of leather. It was getting hot, but I was keeping my breathing under control to avoid panic. My cock was trapped under all this leather, straining for release, but only dripping to moisten the leather jock I was wearing.

Bringing his voice to my ear from inside the hood, I heard Bryan state. “I make dreams come true, Troy. Especially mine.”

I felt his weight lift from the bed, and his boots fade away from where I lay, secured and helpless, in darkness.

I was in a panic as I woke to find myself tightly encased in the heavy leather sleep sack. As I gained more awareness, I remembered being put into this bondage by Bryan. I have no idea of the time I have remained restrained, lying alone and in darkness, my mouth filled with the gag and the tight leather covering my head. I was sweating as I wore layers of leather while being secured in a leather bag that kept me helpless.

Overall, my time in the leather restraint was comfortable. Still, I did fidget to relieve sore spots or stretch my muscles from being so confined. I truly had no idea how long I would be locked up in this leather, though I felt my cock rubbing against the leather jock that Bryan first put on me in the airport restroom.

I decided that I wasn’t getting out of my bondage anytime soon. I tried to relax and get some more sleep so I would be well rested when Bryan finally released me. That is when I noticed some weight upon me. Was Bryan with me again? I was convinced he was when if felt him straddling my chest, and I felt someone working to remove the gag that filled my lips.

Slowly, the gag was unsnapped from the leather of the hood, and I felt fresh air on my lips. I opened my mouth and allowed my tongue to moisten my lips as I let out a light sigh. Quickly, my tongue was pushed back into my mouth as Bryan used his leathered index finger to insert into my orifice. As he pushed his finger in and out, I was discovering how helpless I was, having become a hole for his amusement.

Soon, he removed his leathered finger, and I felt the head of his pecker on the top of my lower lip. Bryan didn’t insert his cock, he just let it rest on my lip as if to tease me. In a matter of moments, I was to learn that he wasn’t teasing me as his piss began to drip into my mouth, which was soon a rush of his warm man liquid filling my hole. Quickly, I had to start swallowing or I would be overwhelmed by the flow that he must have been holding for quite a while.

As the urine flowed for a minute or two, it started to wane and ended after a few drops, and I felt obligated to reach for his cock head to clean off this piss with my tongue. As I did, I felt his gloved hand stroke my leather-encased head in an affection way and provided me with comfort as my hard dick was leaking into the jock that it was trapped in. That was followed by a burp from all the liquid I had swallowed so swiftly, which Bryan responded to by giving my cheek a gentle slap, and I heard him chuckling.

As I sighed, Bryan’s cock was back at my hole, quickly inserted deep into my mouth and pushing down my throat. I nearly choked the first time, as he pulled back instantly before inserting it again. He was increasing the tempo of his face fucking my hooded head in a slow, deliberate manner. He was building my relaxation to his manhood, filling my throat. As he was now pistoning my oraface, I could hear the leather creaking. The leather he was wearing, rubbing against the leather I was encased in. A black leather object with a single hole to be used by a strong, powerful man who knew he was in charge of his world and the property he had secured, helpless below him.

His leather-gloved hands gripped the side of my hooded head. They started to lift my head to meet his cock, using me along with his shoving his cock down my throat to thoroughly, intensely fuck my hole with all his might. At times, through the sound of the leather, I could hear him moaning, his breathing intensifying as he was headed to his climax. At times, I would choke, and phlegm would come from my throat and coat his cock as it was assaulting my throat for his sexual pleasure. Snot was also escaping through my nostrils as it became harder to take in the leather scent. I was helpless, truly feeling used and abused by this man who was so open to putting me in leather. I didn’t realize the price I would pay for the pleasure of experiencing the touch and feel of leather.

As I was feeling overwhelmed by all the emotions and experiences, I felt Bryan stop for a moment, his cock deep inside my throat and the warm, gooey man juice coating my insides as he was releasing his cum. There was a loud grunting as he pushed deep as he was shooting his seed in me, him holding my head tightly in his grip. It was intense as I was helpless but to take his seed deep inside me.

With his load shot, Bryan lowered himself to replace his cock with his lips on my lips, providing me with a very romantic kiss. But it was too short as the gag was returned and snapped into place. I moaned into the gag as I felt Bryan’s gloved hand pat my head, and he was removing himself from sitting upon me.

My hope was that he would release me, but as time progressed, things were silent and I was alone in the darkness, gagged, bound and left to wonder what Bryan would do with me next.

To be continued…

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