Written by ty dehner

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.

Later on, I was awakened from some slumber, as if I felt the weight of Bryan upon me, as he was straddling me again. He was kissing my gagged lips as his hand lightly stroked my leather-encased head. I moaned with affection; he was providing me after hours upon hours of confinement. From under the leather hood, I heard him speak to me. “I am really proud of you, Troy, as you have spent ten hours secured in storage.”

That surprised me a great deal, and I released a loud moan into the gag. At that point, Bryan released that gag, allowing me to speak for the first time in a long time.

“Really, Sir?”

I felt the man’s lips upon mine, which caused my cock to get hard in the leather jock that I had been leaking into.

“Really, Troy. It has worked well, as you respect me and have referred to me as Sir.”

His comment struck me, and I paused, realizing that I had just done that. Has the bondage made me more submissive to this man? “I guess it has, Sir.”

With his hand now rubbing my chest, Bryan spoke with confidence. “I’m going to release you as we have a Saturday to enjoy! After you are released, you can remove all your leather. There is a bathroom in the corner. You can clean yourself up; there is a shower if you desire, and when you are done, I will have your day’s leather on the bed for you.”

I was surprised when he mentioned that I was wearing leather again. “Leather again, Sir?”

“You wanted to be a leather man, of course. As long as you’re with me, you will be in leather. I want you to get the full experience and realize the dream you have, Troy.”

There was another kiss, this time more affectionate. Our eyes met after, “Let’s get you out of this, Troy!”

Bryan doesn’t exactly rush to release me from the sleep sack and hood, but after I am free from the bondage, he leaves the room that I have been in. I removed the leather that he provided me with at the airport and soon found myself totally naked. The room was warm, but a coolness washed over me as the air struck my sweaty skin. In the bathroom, I found a shower and was able to shave, clean myself, and brush my teeth. It took a while, and I felt refreshed as my dick would get hard when I took moments to think about the leather I was in or the bondage that I was restrained in for so many hours.

As I finished up, I reached to open the door back into the room, and I found myself getting horny, wondering what leather I was going to find to wear for the day with Bryan.

The room was still warm, with the light level slightly lower than after getting out of the leather. The sleep sack and hood were no longer on the bed, with some leather awaiting me. I was surprised as I stepped to the bed, not finding the layers of black leather that I thought I would be putting on. Reaching and lifting, I picked up the biggest piece of leather. It was a pair of bondage shorts. I had seen them on the internet in the past and thought they were horny. Sitting on the bed, I slid my legs into the shorts, pulling them up to find a hole on the front of the shorts that my hard dick and balls were meant to go through. Struggling with the size of the hole versus my hard cock it took a few moments to get my junk through the hole, which only made my dick harder.

A panel had two zips that covered my manhood and attached to two pegs at the waist of the shorts. There was a belt that wrapped around my waist that locked with the pegs. There were also belts at the bottom of the shorts’ legs that locked. Since I didn’t have the keys to the locks, I was now in these pants until Bryan releases me.

A pair of black Doc Martens 14-hole boots sat on the floor, with black socks tucked inside. I sat again and pulled the boots on, tightening the yellow laces. Next, there was a thick leather harness that went across my chest and shoulders. Followed by a pair of black leather gloves that fit tightly.

I spotted a mirror, so I moved over to it, since there was no more gear on the bed. I figured we’d spend time at home with so little leather. As I was admiring how I looked, I heard the door in the hall open, and Bryan entered. He looked amazing, wearing straight-leg leather jeans, tall Wesco boots, a tan leather shirt, and black gloves. He smiled as he spotted me in the mirror.

“Shit, Troy, you turned out damn nice.”

Humbly, I respond, “Thank you, Sir. I don’t normally dress so lightly.”

As Bryan reaches me, he rubs his gloved hands up and down my bare arms, “Oh, you should, Troy. This shows how submissive you are. I really like it.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I have one more piece that you need, and I would like to put it on you.”

I look at Bryan as he lifts his gloved hands, holding a tall, thick black leather collar with spikes around the leather. He stands behind me, placing the collar around my neck and pulling it tightly. While it doesn’t choke me, it is snug and I feel it. The collar is tall, with a good three inches of lift that keeps my head up. As he settles the collar, there is the distinct sound of a lock, and now the collar is secured.

Bryan positions me in front of the mirror, as he runs up and down my arms and over my chest. “You, Troy, are one fucking hot leather man.”

Looking at myself after connecting with Bryan’s eyes, I see myself. I am amazed that I look like some online porn character. There is way more bare skin than I am comfortable with, but it seems to please Bryan. After he put me in the full leather yesterday, this is how I can thank him by being his leather submissive.

Soon, his arms are curling around me and placing me in a hug as his lips start to nibble at the back of my neck that isn’t covered by the collar. I lift my head with the comfortable feeling that Bryan is providing me, my hard cock trapped in the bondage leather shorts.

“I’m so hungry, Troy. I could eat you. But let’s go get some breakfast.”

My body froze as I realized he wanted to go out to breakfast in public. Bryan felt the tension in my body. He held me tighter.

“You will be just fine, and I am so excited to show you off as my slave. My leather slave.”

I sigh, totally unprepared for what Bryan wants, but I realize if have no choice. I am locked in these shorts and won’t be getting out of them without the keys that Bryan no doubt has.

“Yes, Sir,” is all I can respond.

As I climb into Bryan’s SUV, if feel the cool leather of the seat on my bare back, only the area of the harness covered. After starting his vehicle, Bryan reaches over with his gloved hand. He starts to pinch my exposed and hardening tit that is closest to him. I squirm as I feel the pain from his twisting.

“This is one of the good things for you, Troy, wearing a harness, I can enjoy abusing your tits as much as I want.” I see a smile on Bryan’s face as he then releases his pinch, putting the vehicle into gear and backing out of the garage.

On this ride to breakfast, I now see how far out of Palm Springs we were, as it is daylight, and Bryan has not put the leather bag back on my head. I was secured in the seat belt, the rest of my body exposed to the bright sun rising over the desert valley. As he drove, Bryan would tell me about the sights that we passed as he was headed into Palm Springs.

After 30 minutes, we pulled into a strip mall with very little parking. This was the restaurant, and there weren’t any others outside. Finding a parking spot, Bryan turned off his SUV and exited his vehicle. I took more time as I gathered the courage to step outside, with so much of my body exposed to the world. Bryan made his way to my vehicle door, opening it, sensing my hesitation.

“Come on, Troy, you are a leather man. You look great!” Bryan states, looking at me firmly.

I release the seat belt and climb out of my seat, the boots landing on the blacktop with a thud. Bryan closes the door and locks the SUV, then places his gloved hands on my shoulders, looking me directly in the eyes.

“Listen, Troy. You’re my slave; you need to put your trust in me. I will be ordering for you, and anything I need you to do, you will do upon my command. Do you understand?”

I find his instruction surprising and unexpected, causing a tremble down my spine that goes to my cock that expands and presses against the leather that it is trapped behind. Bryan squeezes my shoulders when I don’t respond right away. I know I have no choice and don’t want to fuck up the day that’s just started. I nod my head and respond with a “Yes, Sir.”

Things bring a smile to the Leather Master’s face as he leans in and kisses me. Then he swiftly spins me on my boots, and, with his hand on the back of my neck, he guides me to the entrance of the diner. I open the door and enter, with Bryan following me, so I get full exposure to being in a public place.

The diner is a simple place, busy with mostly men seated, eating breakfast. No one really looks at us as we enter. I spot some of the men in leather, one or two are in other pieces of fetish wear, while many others are wearing jeans, shorts and casual clothing. I start to feel a little less conspicuous as we are greeted by a male host wearing black trousers, a white dress shirt and black leather cowboy boots.

Bryan holds up two fingers as the host grabs menus and the rolled flatware in a napkin. Leading us through the diner, the host takes us to a booth that is on the left side of the establishment. One or twice, the host looks back at both of us. I am certain he is checking out how handsome Bryan looks in his leather. Still, I find myself wondering whether the host is wondering why I am so scantily dressed. Reaching the table, the host places the menus and flatware as Bryan and I slide into the booth. As we settle in, the host steps up to my side and asks if we want coffee. Bryan orders for both of us, confirming to me that he is going to be in control. Nodding about the coffee, the host gingerly reaches over and strokes my bare shoulder while admiring me.

“You have a great-looking boy there, Sir.” The host says to Bryan.

I am uncomfortable with the attention as Bryan thanks the host for the compliment about me. The host lingers for a moment as our eyes meet for a flash, then the host leaves.

Leaning in, Bryan speaks, “See, I told you that you are hot, Troy.”

I feel Bryan’s gloved hand on my knee, as I was uncomfortable with the host’s touch. But I maintain the proper attitude and thank Bryan for noticing me being noticed.

Breakfast went quickly as Bryan ordered my meal, and service was good. I was self-conscious while sitting in a restaurant, eating my eggs with my chest exposed. Bryan kept his hand on my leg, eating a meal he chose for me. While I maintained my attention on him and the discussions we were having, I did catch a glance of two at times. I have to admit that our table was the hot one with Bryan in his full leathers and me being very submissive with the thick leather collar keeping my head up as I ate.

As we finished our meal, Bryan paid the bill, as I had no wallet or money on me. I think Bryan wanted me to be totally dependent on him. As we stood to leave, I thanked him for breakfast, and his hand brushed my bare shoulder. As we were leaving for the morning, Bryan met a friend he wanted to visit. He ordered me, firmly, to make my way to his SUV and stand at the passenger door until he arrived.

I felt the warmth of the sun on my bare skin as I found myself at the SUV, waiting for the leather man to arrive and let me in. I turned and faced away from the door, placing my hands behind my back, wanting to show Bryan some respect as a leather man and me as his leather sub. It was fifteen minutes before he arrived, unlocking his vehicle and letting me open the door and climb in,

The day was very casual after breakfast. Bryan had a well-appointed home with a pool. I remained in the leather shorts and harness all day, enjoying lounging beside the pool. As the sun warmed the leather, the scent grew strong, and the leather felt good, growing very soft. The bulge of my hard cock was evident. When Bryan passed by, he specifically lightly punched or slapped my manhood trapped in the leather shorts.

For an early dinner, Bryan grilled chicken kabobs. I watched him for the longest while as he cooked, wearing his full leathers and gloves. He served a light salad with the chicken, and it tasted wonderful. His leathers fit him perfectly, as the pants stacked on his boots, layering snuggly on his legs without being overly tight. After we ate, I cleaned up the kitchen. As I finished up, he came in and wrapped his leathered arms around my naked torso, while he whispered in my ear that it was time to get ready for the leather event at the bar this evening. I turned my head to plant my lips on his as his eyes twinkled with anticipation for the evening.

As we returned to the room where I spent the night, bound and gagged in I hoped that I would not be dressed so scantily. Moving towards the bed that I spend hours trapped on, there was a mass of black leather that had a triangle quilted design sewn into it.

I was instructed to use the bathroom as Bryan removed the locks holding my shorts in place. He said I could remove the shorts, boots and harness before returning to the room. I followed his instructions quickly.

As I came out of the bathroom, naked, holding the leather that I was wearing, Bryan was standing by the bed, looking down at his watch. “You need to move faster, Troy. I shouldn’t have to wait long for you to get ready for me.”

I apologize as he points to a small table to place the leather shorts and boots upon. I move quickly to stand before him. A smile appears upon his face as he lifts his gloved hands and starts stroking my arms, sliding up and down across my bare and smooth skin. He pulls me towards him, spinning me around so my back is leaning against him. His right hand rises and slides onto my lips as he squeezes tightly, his thumb and finger closing my nose. I remain calm, as I have been treated with the glove-over-mouth treatment before, and I love the experience. Bryan uses his left hand to grip my wrist and bring me firmly behind my back, making me helpless as I start to struggle with the lack of air that I am getting.

As my struggle grows more desperate, he releases his grip on my nose to let my lungs draw in the leather-scented air. But he started closing my air again while twisting my arm more. I feel the warmth of this breath upon the back of my head next to my ear. “I really want to take you to black out, Troy.”

That comment disturbs me, and I find myself struggling more as he is withholding the air longer this time. He keeps a tight grip on my arm behind my back, not allowing me to escape. I moan into the glove that keeps me from the fresh air, feeling my cock growing and waving before me. The pre-cum dripping from my dick, as I crave the ability to breath.

One more time, Bryan releases his grip on my nose, and I get some air, which I try to fill my lungs with. And once again, he closes his gloved hand, holding it against my face even tighter. I give up struggling, realizing that it only uses the little air that I have and that he will take me to black out if this is his ultimate goal.

“Nice, Troy.” He whispers as he feels me ending my struggle, knowing he has full control.

Slowly, my breathing becomes labored as I take in less and less fresh air, smelling only the leather of his gloved hand against my mouth, my nose squeezed shut. My eyes start to get heavy as if I feel the coolness of his leather against the bare skin of my back as I lean upon him for support, at my knees are starting to buckle.

As I get to the point, my thoughts think each breath will be my last. Then suddenly he releases his grip, dropping his hand away from my face and wrapping it around my waist to support me. I start to regain my senses and strength, glad that he has released his breath control.

“We gotta get you ready, Troy. But I wanted you to know that I control you and will do what I need to to make sure you understand that you will be doing what I want you to do.”

Bryan turns me around on my bare feet, looking me in my eyes. “Do you understand, Troy?”

“Yes, Sir.”, I respond firmly, confirming that I understand.

Lifting his hand, he lightly strokes my face, “Now, let’s get you ready for tonight.”

Stepping away from the bed and opening my view, I see a full black leather suit made of quilted leather lying upon the bed. “Put it on, Troy.”

A bit stunned by the sight, I reach forward and lift the suit’s sleeve. There are gloves attached to the sleeves. Lifting the suit more, I discover the entry is through the back, with a heavy brass zipper for me to step into the leather. I put my right leg down first and find that the foot is enclosed in tight boots, the leather sliding up my bare leg, followed by the left leg. Lifting the heavy suit and getting it to sit on my hips, and find that the suit fits snuggly, as it looks like it would be loose when it was upon the bed.

Bryan doesn’t help me as I struggle to pull the suit up, sliding my hands down the sleeves into the gloves that tighten around my wrists. I am unable to pull my hands back and am now stuck in the suit. The gloved hands have a thumb and a mitten design for the fingers. I will not be zipping the suit up after I get it past my shoulders. That is when Bryan approached, putting a plug gag into my lips with a tube running from the center of the gag. The gag is strapped behind my head with a small lock, making sure it doesn’t come off.

Taking hold of the leather, Bryan shifts it so that it closes around my shoulder as he pulls the head portion of the suit up, covering my face. He threads the hose of the gag through a larger grommet hole and pulls the hood closed across my face. My sight disappears as two small holes align at my nostrils. I still get air, but it is slightly labored and smells only of leather. Closing the hood, Bryan zips the suit closed, starting at the top of my head, the leather now encasing me. He grabs the zip that is at the base of the suit behind my ass and starts closing it. Bringing that zip to my neck, he meets it with the other zip, and a small lock secures them both. I can no longer see; I use my hearing to try to understand what is happening as I stand in darkness, locked in a full leather suit.

I feel my neck tighten as I realize that Bryan is putting the leather collar back on me and attaching a chain, which he tugs on to show me he will be guiding me that way. Dropping the chain, I feel Bryan rub his gloved hands on my arms, then stroke my chest and torso. Wrapping his arms around me, he holds me close to him, tightly.

“You are the perfect leather object, Troy. I want to fuck you right here, but we have a long night ahead of us.” Bryan speaks gently to me, places his lips on my cheek, then takes the chain attached to the collar and leads me out of the room.

After leading me to the garage, Bryan used steel manacles on my wrist, securing them behind my back. He then added a set to my ankles that allowed me to move them a short distance when I walk. I was ordered into the back of his vehicle, where he told me I was an object and that I was to travel in the back of his vehicle. I sat on the edge of the SUV and worked my way in, lying on my side. Bryan did provide me with a small pillow for my head, then slammed the back door shut. In a matter of moments, we were backing out of the garage and onto the streets of Palm Springs.

Bryan’s SUV stops as he finds a parking spot. Things remain silent for a short while as I await him to come and release me.

Sweating in the heavy encasement of quilted leather, I feel the tug on the chain, lifting myself up and sliding to the exit. Landing my feet on the ground, it is solid as I am pulled forward, hearing the back hatch door closing as I imagine we are walking toward the event that Bryan is taking me to.

I am very helpless: I can’t see, I can’t speak, I can’t feel the open air around me, as I am locked in the black leather suit. Even my sense of smell is gone as the leather overwhelms me. Bryan slows, takes my arm, and tells me there are steps ahead. The steps are small as I take my first step up. He is cautious with me, as my arms are secured behind my back and I only have so much space to move my legs because of shackles at are locked on my ankles.

Since I can’t see anything, I follow Bryan wherever he leads me. I do hear the beat of the music that is blasting in the club, the voices of the men. It sounds like a busy night. I would like to see all the men in their leather, boots, and other gear. But I am secured in darkness, sweat dripping down my forehead and soaking into the leather that lines my face and skin. As I led through the crowd, I was bumping into other men, grunting as I do, unable to speak to them. We pause for a long while, and I believe Bryan is ordering a beer or drink, and then we move again.

It is a long while before we come to a stop, and I feel Bryan touching me with some affection. I feel my cock sliding in the leather that it is trapped in, pressing tightly. The leather man speaks directly into my ear, behind the leather of the hood. He tells me to sip, and soon the hose that is attached to the gag in my mouth is placed in some beer. It is cold, and I take it in slowly. It is refreshing, but I don’t want to drink too much as I must keep my wits about me, being in such intense and complete bondage.

Soon, Bryan is pushing me against a post. He releases my wrists briefly and then secures them again. He lightly pats me on my shoulder, and then I am alone. I step forward to adjust my weight, and I find myself secured to the post, unable to move because my wrists are behind it. I moan as I feel more alone than I have felt since being put into the suit. Many thoughts wander through my brain, like whether Bryan is actually standing next to me or is off, visiting with other leather men. I am angry at myself at times for allowing myself to get into this position of being encased, helpless at the public event. I do realize I had little choice, but if I hadn’t been thinking with my cock instead of my brain, then I might not have been caught looking at Bryan’s boots when we were on the airplane.

Standing alone, secure, I keep my limited senses at the ready, for I don’t know what might happen. After a long while, I do feel the touch of a hand on my crotch as it slides erotically up and down, bringing my dick to life. After a while, that person stops. Another time, someone is holding the hose that comes from my gag, and they seem to enjoy stopping my breathing. They go longer than I can take and true struggle in the bondage. I think I hear laughter as I work to get release, but it takes a long while.

My time alone lasts a very long time. I don’t know if Byran is the one doing things to me or if it’s other men. There are times when several hands toy with me, and other times I stand alone, in darkness, with only the music from the bar keeping me from being totally alone. Time has been something I have had little awareness of during my time with Bryan, and I have no idea when we arrived or how late things will get.

Silence is broken when I hear Bryan’s voice in my right ear. He praised me for being such a good leather object and entertaining the guys in the bar. He works my wrists free, and soon he is leading me out of the bar and into the darkness of Saturday night.

Sitting at the gate, waiting for the boarding of the flight to begin, I reflect on what happened over my weekend. It was life-changing. Here I am, actually sitting at the gate for my return flight out of Palm Springs, looking at the black alligator cowboy boots on my feet. I am enveloped in the scent of leather as I wear a pair of leather jeans, a black belt, a leather long-sleeve shirt, and a leather vest. I slid my gloved hand up the boot, which was exposed as I had crossed my leg, resting it on my other leg. I wasn’t as nervous as I was a few days ago about wearing the leather, though I was as horny as ever. I was concerned that my hard cock would be creating something of a show with my tight leather pants.

I later learned that Bryan had taken me to the Tood Shed bar that was in Palm Springs when I was trapped in the full leather. He never took an eye off me, but did allow others to touch and tease me. Later, he told me that only the guys he was friends with were allowed to do anything to me. He laughed for one or two wanted to take me home with them and do more intense things. Byran explained that he was tempted, but he decided that such things wouldn’t happen.

Well, until a later visit.

That surprised me when Bryan suggested another visit. But I found I liked the idea and think we would have a good time for a longer stay.

I was kept in the manacles until we returned home, traveling in the back of Bryan’s SUV like the leather-encased object I was. He led me into another room and put me on his bed. It felt good to get off my feet and onto the soft bed. Bryan then spent the time touching and teasing me. I got frustrated as I was unable to return any touch with my wrists in steel behind my back. The leather was hot, especially with it wrapped around my head. We would lightly wrestle, and there were times when the hose that was attached to the gag got trapped under one of us, and I would struggle for air. I think Bryan liked me suffering like that.

After a long while of teasing me, Bryan spoke to me, telling me he felt like a wild animal. He is turned on by seeing me as the leather object, helpless, sightless, gagged and breathing through a tube. He likes the sound the chains make from the ankle and wrist restraints and my occasional moaning. But he has a problem. As much as he would like to fuck my face again, he can’t. That is when I feel the zipper on my ass being opened. The hole on my face isn’t available because it is filled with a gag.

As the zip is opened, Bryan’s gloved hand feels cool on my ass. He strokes it before he slides one of his fingers into my ass crack. He lightly pushes his finger in, then out, as I moan into the gag behind the leather that traps my face.

Rolling me onto my stomach, I feel the leather man straddle me, aligning his hard dick to my hole as if I feel it on the edges of my ass crack. He is leaking as he truly is horny. While I am lying, face down, trapped in the darkness of the thick, quilted leather, I breath heavily through the gag as Bryan gently pushes into my exposed hole. I hear a grunt as he enters and falls deep into my orifice.

Lying on my back, Bryan lightly lifts and lowers his hips, keeping his manhood deep inside me in a gentle fuck that isn’t violent. As he does so, he is keeping me on the edge as my trapped pecker slides in its own pre-cum that is coating the leather I am secured in.

Bryan keeps the pistoning gently but always moving. He takes the hose that is my lifeline and bends it, cutting off the air. His other hand covers the two small holes below my nose, and I start to struggle with no air. As I needed air, I struggled more and more, but Bryan just pressed against me. To make sure I didn’t get out of hand, he would pull his dick to the edge of my hole then slam it deeper. I learned that I need to take what he gives me, which he releases the air. I pull in as much as I can, now feeling my need to release, but unable to do so.

With a loud grunt, if feel Bryan deep in my ass as he releases his seed with a very loud grunt, gripping my shoulders to gain more leverage as he connects me to him. I breath heavily, moaning because I was not able to feel the ecstasy that the leather man had just felt.

Slamming my ass several times, Bryan then collapses on my back. His breathing is so strong that I hear it inside the leather that encases my head. I take in his weight upon me, feeling the sweat that runs down parts of my body. I catch my breathing, as I only briefly wonder what time of the night it is.

After resting a while, Bryan climbs off me, leaving my ass exposed and his seed starting to drain from my tight hole. He is gone for a moment, and I wonder if he will leave me in this heavy leather suit for the entire evening. But he soon returns and releases my wrist from the steel restraints and rolls me over onto my back. It feels good, as the hose I breathe through stands up, and I am allowed to feel myself in the thick, quilted leather. Bryan opens the zipper at my ass, further exposing my hard dick. My manhood jumps to life as it feels the cool air on it after being released from the heavy leather.

I feel Bryan’s head against mine, and he speaks, “You have done excellent, Troy. Now you get your reward. You have five minutes to perform one final task for me.”

I feel Bryan’s gloved hand gripping my hard pecker as he uses the pre-cum to slight lift and lower his hand to create stimulation on my cock.

“You will shoot your load. Make it good as I won’t let you try again, and you’ll go home, horny as fuck!”

With that, as I moaned into the gag, Bryan began pumping my dick, up and down. In a matter of moments, he found the sweet spot that was bringing me to the edge. And to make sure I didn’t forget he was in control, he used his other hand to cover my nose holes while closing off the hose from the lips.

That heightened my experience as I was pushing hard to achieve the goal of spouting my seed. Struggling for a breath of fresh air, I felt the weight of the heavy black leather that I was locked in, sweating and moaning. Bryan was relentless, not stopping his stroking as each pump hit the magic spot, and I felt the seed reaching combustion. I exploded as my lungs tried to take in the last gasp of air. I had never shot so intensely, and it felt awesome. Byran continued pumping to drain me of the last drop, which also drove me crazy as my dick was now so sensitive!

Slowly, he lowered the tempo and stopped. He slid his gloved hand up my dick and moved it to the hose and dropped the seed into it. As I lay catching my breath, it dribbled down the hose and into my lips, where I swallowed. Bryan then started to glide his hands over my body, allowing me to relax while feeling still trapped and helpless. His arms then wrapped around me, holding me as his hug tightened. We fell asleep with me, still encased in leather, held in his arms.

Bryan presented me with the leather I am wearing here at the airport after removing the full suit and giving me a shower. I couldn’t believe he did that, and we had a good breakfast on his patio before heading to the airport. He was very encouraging throughout the entire visit, a visit I certainly could never have expected to experience. As I sit waiting to board, I look up with the window before me, my reflection, and I see myself. I have become a leather man.

The end

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