Date: Sat, 2 Jul 2016 23:43:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: gothguy <gothguy25@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grabbed by a Leather Glove 2

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 Two

As I rolled around in the trunk of the car, silently moaning into the gag
when the huge plug they shoved into me bounced down as they went over a
hole, or when my balls and cock in the chasity device snagged on something
sending shooting pains through my stomach, I knew nobody could hear
anything through the leather hood and leather bag they had me folded up and
bound into or over the car noises and sound of the tires on the road. I
knew I was helpless.

My mouth and throat still was slick with their cum, and I struggled to
breathe through the small nose slits in the hood around the gag in my
mouth.  But All I could feel was helpless as the smell of leather not only
enevloped me, but by now was making me swoon with weakness by its
overwhelming scent.  My mind was so clouded, as to be almost numb, as I
tried to fight to keep a sense of mental awareness, past the scent, as to
how this happened to me??

It all began online, as do most things.  As a joke, to me at least.

I'm a writer, and gained a merry band of followers.  Some nice, some not
so.  Recently, I went on Facebaook, and now since people have my face to go
along with my writings, I have a new band of followers: stalkers.  For my
looks, because I was born short, thin, long haired, feminine, and XXY.
[which means, I don't produce any testosterone, I have weak muscles, a
girly voice rest of my life, and I have no sex drive.  I can't take Viagra
because I have a weak heart, so basically, I was born to only be a bottom,
I can't stay hard, nor do I cum nor orgasm.]

I kept getting asked about this, esp by dominate tops.  Found out many of
the Doms asking were also Masters.

I should have been worried, scared they may find my real name, address,
etc...  But, in my past, bfs have dropped me FOR being xxy, since most guys
today want a switch at least, not JUST a bottom.

One guy told me "I was as useless to him as dating a girl".

I answered back, "But I have a dick and balls."

He said crushingly, "But you can't do anything with them but piss."  And,
left me.

I guess I should have stopped talking to the Doms then.

But, someone was wanting me.  ME!  And, even if they were stalkers, it was
kind of a thrill.

Then, I accidentually let slip what leather does to me.  "It effects me
badly."

The Dom got quiet.  Then he finally asked, "what do you mean, badly.
EXPLAIN NOW!!!"

I had never had someone yell at me before, even if it was just capitol
letters.  And before I knew what I was doing, I was typing.

"IT effects my mind.  Makes it mush.  Like the longer I wear it, the
stupider I get.  I'm not talking pants, or shirt, or and jacket.  I'm
talking like that like gimp thing, where it's on him 24/7...  hood too..
and the smell is there all the time....  I'd be a mess.  I'm already weak,
but with that, i'd be unable to open a door.  And I'd be unable to think.
My mind would slowly go.  It's why I stay away from bars and clubs fall and
winter."

"I was in one 5 years ago, and a guy with a leather jacket on liked me, and
stood right next to me for awhile.  my mind started going numb.  I couldn't
move to move away from him.  Suddenly he says to me, jokingly, "You should
buy me a drink."  And a second later, I had money in my fist holding it out
to him.  He looked down, and back at my eyes.  He then said slowly, "Lick
my boots."  Sigh.  And I did, right in front of everyone.  I had no
control.  I knew I was doing it.  I couldn't stop myself.  As I got back
up, admist people laughing, he put his arm around me, and led me out of the
bar to his car.  I couldn't stop him.  He kept me for the weekend, bound
and gagged."

Suddenly about 8 or 9 Doms started talking to me at once.  This Dom had
invited all these others into his and my conversation, without me knowing
it.  I had just told all these people my leather secret.

Soon it was passed around.  Even people I blocked, created new profiles,
and were back.

"Hey Boy, Lick my boots!!"

"Boy, I have a leather gimp outfit in my basement, just for you!!"

"I WILL OWN YOU SOON!!!!!!!"

I was a known gay writer, but I got afraid to go on Facebook.  Daily, I was
deleting not only anti gay comments from my page, but also leather loving
gimp comments too.

I should have known they would track me down, through my IP address.

The car came to a stop. My last thoughts, as I heard the three guys walk to
the back and open the trunk were, 'I should have never told about leather.'

The trunk came open, and hands gripped the bag.  I was picked up and
plopped on the ground outside the car.  I heard the bag unzip and they
pulled me out.

"You are able to move around too much in this bag back here.  Don't worry",
a hand patted my hooded head, "It's still night, and we're far into the
woods."

"Yeah bitch.  We're going to make sure you move less."  The second voice
said.

"But first..."

I was bent down into the trunk, face first, still hooded and gagged, my
legs bound together.  But one of them yanked out my buttplug.  I moaned
loudly into the gag.

"Aww, bitchy didn't like that."

"Probably misses the feeling of being filled dude."

"Well, then..."

And instantly, I felt the tip of a cock shove into my ass, and then it's
body follow very fast.  I was soon being raped, legs dangling down the
bumper, by one of the guys.

"Don't break the bitch.  She's got to last us for years."

They all laughed, and took turns.  I only grunted, squealed, cried, beg....
but into my gag and hood.  which made them howl with laughter and fuck me
harder.

When they were done, the plug was shoved back in, trapping as much of their
cum in my ass as it could, and then locked into place.  Then I was laid
into a leather sleepsack one of them had put out on the road, and they
zipped it up.  Then I was thrown into the trunk, and its lid slammed shut.

I heard them laughing as they walked back to they front, about how much
they were looking forward to watching my mind go, and how cool it was to
kidnap a semi famous person, and make him their leathered gimp, their
bitch, their doggy, their leather maid and cook, their fuck toy and
property.

Right before they got in, I heard one say, "How long we going to keep him?"

"Fuck, dude, we're making him disappear.  I ain't ever giving him up.  He's
just going to be two holes and a leather pet!"

The doors closed, and the car started, and it drove on into the night.

Oh my god........  what have I done????  I thought..  only briefly.....  as
the leather smell... got to me..  and made me...  zone out...



End of chapter two.

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