Grabbed by a Leather Glove
This story is fiction! It is of a gay authoritarian nature and should not be read by anyone where it is not legal for them to do so. So stop now!
There will be more chapters to follow. Comments if you wish.
Chapter One
The leathered glove covered my mouth extremely rough, as the guy behind pushed me to the ground, kicking the door closed behind me. I was so surprised by the sudden person's weight on my back my breath was taken away before I could even scream. I felt his leather jacketed arm snaked around my neck also keeping my sound to a minimum as we crashed to the carpet almost silently now, him landing ontop of me.
The moan I made out from the weight that fell on me, was silenced into the glove that held fast over my mouth. I couldn't breathe from the fall, and the smell and feel of leather was making my head spin. [It always had. I hoped whoever this was didn't know this.] Before I could do anything, the glove moved and a rubber dildo gag was being pushed hard at my lips. The gloved fingers were at my nose, holding my nostrils shut till I opened my mouth to breathe. It was then the gag was shoved in and the leathered arm removed from my neck. I heard a click behind my head and realized it was secured on.
My wrists were then grabbed and I was cuffed behind my back. I felt my ankles being bound. I suddenly realized I was really helpless. I didn't know how many people we in my place!!
I heard him or them pull a bag over. Great, I thought, he came with a bag prepared.
I was turned over to look up at whoever was there.
The room was dark still, because I had had no time to turn on any lights, but I could see the closest had one of those ski masks on with the eyes and mouth openings. And the leather jacket and gloves I had felt, along with tight jeans and boots. I looked back at his eyes. They were burning at me with some kind of hatred.
He finally talked. It was a low, mutter. "Get ready to say goodbye to your place, and your life. Whatever books you have put out so far will be your last. You will never sign in again on Facebook, nor see your family and friends again. Rest of your life, you will just be holes. Nameless, faceless, holes. We will feed you our cocks, cum, piss, and vitamin water. And if you piss us off, our shit. If you struggle or fight it, we'll slap and beat you until you ask us to fuck you instead. You will never talk again... always be gagged unless being used. Always be chained. I know leather makes you weak, so you will always have leather on.. or we will. You will always be on your hands and knees. Have boots on, and bondage mitts. Learn to speak by moans and body movements. Service me, my friends – male and female, without any question, or be slapped and beat until you beg for it. Nod if you understand? I really don't care if you agree... Nod, or I will start the slapping, beating and kicking now."
With wide eyes, I just nodded once, softly crying. He saw this and yanked my head up, and licked the tears.
"I love my property's tears. I will have to make you cry daily. And I will keep you very thin. Prepare yourself to starve." I heard the other men laughing around me.
He pulled out a leather straight jacket from the bag, and laid it on the floor next to me. Then, without warning, he punched me hard in my stomach. I curled up, moaning into my gag. While I tried to stop seeing stars and catch my breath, they had uncuffed me, and put me in the straight jacket. Before I knew it, it was fastened tight.
Next they took my shoes and socks off, then my pants and underwear. Then he pulled out this huge buttplug with a locking strap, and all I could do was whine while he shoved it into me, and locked it into place. Next, after inserting a rod into my cock securing it there, he locked my penis and balls into a chasity device, then they put leather pants on me, and leather boots, and recuffed my ankles. I just stared at him. He next pulled out a leather hood and smiled at me, then punched me in the stomach again. He unfastened my gag, and put the hood on, which had the eyes zippered shut. Then he put the gag back in and secured it outside the hood.
I was encased in leather now, and very helpless.
He then started swatting my head, laughing.
"You never will know if we will hit you, fuck you, or just leave you in a cage or closet for hours or days. Get used to it. You are our property now. That said..."
He pulled me over to him, and rubbed my hooded head all over his crotch. I felt it was hard. He unbuckled my gag and it came out of my mouth. I felt his hard cock poking my lips after he had pulled it free from his pants.
"Open up, bitch, and show your owners exactly how you will be ours now."
I had no choice now. His crotch smell wifted over. He probably had not showered for a few days, but what could I do. Ever? If I never escaped, I would be theirs forever, and would need to suck their cocks, drink their piss, and whatever they wished, rest of my life??
"I said open UP BITCH!!!"
I started to cry, and opened up. I felt him grab the back of my hood and start to facefuck me, just driving the cock deep right away. I started to choke, and he laughed.
"Choke all you want bitch, this is your life now!! Take it all.. or I will fuckin beat you!!!"
I couldn't think anyways, because of the leather, so my head was swimming, and the cock was driving home, and I just opened up and tried to do my best...
After he came, and made me drink every drop, he pissed down my throat, just because he could, laughing the whole time, I was passed on to the next guy, who's cock was longer, and made me gag more, spitting up three or four times before my throat could get used to him.
Finally, I was passed to a third guy, who's cock was very wide, and it hurt my mouth for him to shove it in. He kept swatting my head, yelling "Teeth!!!" But, what could I do?? My mouth could only stretch so far... then he said, "If this keeps up, or if you don't figure out a way to suck me better, we'll just have to yank out all of your teeth boy! Your mouth hole would fit the gags better then anyways..." My mind froze in fear at that comment, and I just relaxed and let him facefuck me, gripping my hooded head until he came down my throat. I swallowed him down, like I had the other two intruders.
He then shoved the gag back in, buckling it into place behind my head.
Then he flipped me down onto my face on the ground, and pulled my feet up behind me. And I felt a collar going around my neck. He laced the collar to my ankles, then lifted me and threw me down into the bag!! I heard it zip up above me.
One of them then kicked the bag VERY hard!! I moaned from the pain through the gag.
"It's near midnight, bitch!! We're going to drag your ass out to my trunk around 2 AM... nobody should be up or looking around then. I'll turn off the lights, throw your keys back into here, and lock up. And you will disappear forever."
I started to squirm in the bag. One of them kicked it again, harder than the first time. This time, I was in too much pain to even moan.
"If I even SEE you twitch around while we drag you to the car... And WE WILL BE WATCHING FOR IT... We will stop a few minutes outside of town, and drag the bag behind the car for 10 or 15 miles on a chain!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME????"
I didn't move an inch. Hell, I didn't even breathe, not that I could much.
"Good bitch."
At 2, I guess, I was dragged out, without anyone seeing, I assume, and then thrown in the trunk. I heard the trunk slam, and my life I knew was over. I was now an owned two holed faceless, nameless leather clad fucktoy gimp pup property by three leather Masters... maybe for the rest of my life. Who were these guys? How did they know about the effect of leather on me? Will they really hold me rest of my life?? I just laid in the leather bag and cried. Silently. Into my rubber gag and leather hood. The movement of the car, and the effect of the leather slowly rocked me to sleep. I didn't feel the gag, plug, or rod anymore. Nor my cock and balls in the chasity device. Just smelled leather, and the bondage holding me. I guess that was the point.
End of chapter one.
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