PVC package | free straitjacket story

Half an hour later Kai nervously follows Sam up the stairs and into the flat.

"Want something to drink?" asked Sam.

"Some coke or whatever," said Kai, looking around the room. Nice place you've got here. Live alone?" he asked.

"No, I share it with a guy called Chris. He's away for the weekend."

"A-ha," acknowledged Kai, feeling a pang of disappointment. Somehow he'd envisaged Sam living alone."

Sam came in from the kitchen carrying a can of coke for Kai. He had unzipped his leather jacket, revealing the leather shirt underneath. He took the borrowed crash helmet Kai was still holding and handed him his drink.

"Leather shirt, eh?" said Kai with enthusiasm. "I'll probably find your underpants are leather, too!"

"Who said I'm wearing any?" said Sam. "Want to see that oilskin suit you were asking about?"

"Sure, if you like," said Kai nonchalantly.

"It's easier if you come through to the bedroom." said Sam leading the way and Kai followed.

"I don't believe this," exclaimed Kai, "even the bed!"

He inspected the leather-covered bed. Everything was black leather, the bed itself, the pillows, even the quilt covering it.

"Leather's about all that exists for me," said Sam. It's ideal on the bed. If I sleep naked it's a great feeling, cool and smooth, if I leave my gear on, I like the feel of leather upon leather. It all smells good and the older it gets, the shinier and better it looks. Don't you like it?"

"Like it?" said Kai, "It's fantastic!" He threw himself onto the bed and rolled over and buried his face in the shiny pillow. Sam looked at the guy lying there. Sam could have flung himself onto the young guy there and then. It was too soon, though, he still didn't know how far to go with Kai. All his questions and the things he said seemed so naive and innocent ... but turning up in a leather jacket ...

"Here are the oilskins," Sam said flinging the folded suit onto the prostrate guy.

"Oh, great," said Kai, rolling over and standing up. "Heh, that's some mirror," he exclaimed, noticing for the first time that the whole of one wall was mirrored, reflecting in a huge mirror on the opposite wall. He saw himself from the front and from behind, standing there in leather holding a shiny bundle.

"This suit's far heavier than I imagined," said Kai.

"It's really heavy P.V.C. and double thickness, shiny inside and out. Try it on, we're about the same size."

Kai let the suit fall open and looked to see how to get into the thing.

"Try it on without your jacket. It feels really good without anything on underneath it," added Sam.

"OK, that's probably best," said Kai casually and threw the suit onto the bed as me started to take off his clothes. Leather jacket, T-shirt, shoes, jeans were all peeled off slowly by slightly trembling fingers, until Kai stood there sporting only a pair of leather briefs that could hardly contain his rigid penis.

"A-ha!" thought Sam to himself, our beautiful man is perhaps not as innocent as he seems!"

And beautiful Kai was. He had the slender muscular body of the athlete, without the exaggerated muscles of the bodybuilder. Perfectly tanned, he was the natural, soft brown colour that blond people go, again like his figure, not exaggerated. He had picked up the shiny black suit again.

"Take off your shorts, too. It'll be more comfortable."

Kai obliged and stood there with an enormous hard on, which neither of the men mentioned.

"Come on," said Sam, "I'll give you a hand, It's quite a struggle getting this on, - not to mention getting it off!

"Cold!" said Kai, stepping into the oilskins.

"At the moment," said Sam, "You can work up quite a heat in this thing. You've got to put your arm back, Kai, it's like a fancy boiler suit. Come on!"

Kai got his arms into the smooth sleeves and Sam helped him work the suit up over his shoulders. It was cold and smooth and felt wonderful on his skin. Sam turned Kai around and started to pull the zip up. Kai's bare chest disappeared into the suit as the zip was pulled up to his chin. Sam folded in the flap and smoothed the two Velcro surfaces together.

"Adjust the collar," said Sam, pulling the high collar up and crossing the extended front flap across Kai's throat and engaging the Velcro

"There, now you'll stay dry in any weather. What do you think?'

Kai turned to look at himself in the mirror and his hard prick nearly burst. He was encased from head to bare feet in the heavy-duty oilskins. The black PVC simply gleamed in the spotlights. The suit was a perfect fit, it moulded to and defined his body. Elastic pulled the suit in at the waist, keeping everything tight. He twisted to see what he looked like from the back. The light shone back off every fold that his turning caused.

"You can see yourself from one mirror to the other." Said Sam.

"Fantastic!" said Kai, and saw how the light gleamed across his shoulders, how the P.V.C stretched across his arse. How the backs of his legs reflected every ray of light.

"Well?" said Sam, "What do you think?"

"It's fantastic!" said Kai, "absolutely fantastic! It feels so good, too. Shit, why isn't it raining?!"

He smiled at Sam and Sam's prick fought in his leather jeans at the sight of this shiningly packaged man. Kai's collar was up under his chin and the black material accentuated the blond guy's powerful looks.

"Does it have to be raining? Let's go out now." proposed Sam.

"Christ, the sun's shining out there," exclaimed Kai, people would think I'm mad."

"How do you think you look in that suit?" asked Sam.

"Great, but ....."

"How do you feel in that suit?"

"Fantastic, but ....."

"Then other people will think you look fantastic, too. I do. They'll probably think you've heard a weather forecast that they haven't or that you've come straight from work in a car wash! Who's gonna recognise you under a crash helmet anyway? Come on, let's get off. Put your trainers on, they'll go with it." Kai sat on the bed to pull on his shoes.

Sam had trouble resisting the urge to touch this guy with the light shining off his thighs and gleaming over his muscular back and shoulders.

"Heh, that's a great picture!" exclaimed Kai as he stood up. On the one non-mirrored wall, entitled 'The Escape Artist', was a dramatically drawn picture of a young man struggling with his bonds.

"Yeah," said Sam, "It's great isn't it? Used, to be a hobby of mine."

"What?" asked Kai, "drawing pictures?"

"No," replied Sam, "Trying to escape from things. Come on, let's get out. Getting warm in that suit yet?" asked Sam as he zipped his leather-jacket tight up around his neck. They picked up their crash helmets and left the flat.

Sam got up and slid back one of the mirrors, and pulled a bundle out of the closet beyond. Kai watched from the bed, his heart pounding.

"Fantastic," exclaimed Kai, jumping off the bed to get a better look at the jacket. "Fantastic!" he repeated turning the tangled bundle of leather in his hands.

"It looks better on. Going into it?" asked Sam.

"As long as you let me out when I say, I'll give it a try," said Kai.

Sam lowered himself onto the leather bed, distancing himself from Kai

"No, my friend. We've got to get this clear from the beginning. You're not holding a toy there. A strait-jacket is a prison, and that's exactly what mine are. Just like in a real situation, you're not the one who says when you come out. If you let me strap you into that, then I'm the one who decides when you come out. Maybe I'd let you out after a couple of hours, maybe tomorrow morning, maybe Sunday evening would still find you strapped up like a maniac."

Kai looked dubious.

"You'd have to trust me." he continued, "I'd look after you, make sure you're not in pain at all, but, unless you could get out yourself, you'd be my prisoner as long as I decide and I'd have no qualms about tying you down or gagging you if the situation started getting serious. It's your decision."

"Forget it" said Kai, and threw the restraint onto the bed across Sam's legs. He took his coffee and drunk it down in one then, smiling, he provocatively climbed astride his leather friend just as Sam had done to him when they were in the field under the hedge. Kai clamped his hands on Sam's shoulders in the soft leather shirt and pushed him down on the bed.

"You'd really refuse to let me out?" asked Kai.

"I'd expect you to take your imprisonment like a man, and not even ask me to let you out, Kai. The name of the game is trust."

"No chance, you bastard!" said Kai and kissed Sam deeply. The two cuddled, leather against oilskins and the atmosphere relaxed ... at least for a while, but Kai was somehow restless. Suddenly he pulled away.

"Oh shit!" he said nervously.

"What?" asked Sam.

"Strap me in the straitjacket!"

"You sure?"

"Strap me up in it, Sam!"

"Soon," said Sam, pulling Kai back towards him.

"Now," said Kai, "Quickly, before I change my mind!"

"You gonna keep that suit on or put your jeans and tee shirt on before the straitjacket on or what?" asked Sam.

"I guess I'll get kinda hot in all this PVC, won't I" asked Kai.

"You'll get kinda hot in a straitjacket anyway." Sam's eyes twinkled mischievously."Why not keep it on. I want to see the sweat roll off you! Come here, I'll do it up. "

He zipped Kai up, and fastened the high collar snuggly under his chin.

Kai looked Sam straight in the face. Sam had his hands on Kai's shiny shoulders.

"Give me one last hug before you lose your freedom. Kai."

Kai pulled Sam to him and they kissed and held each-other close.

Kai's hands travelled over the soft leather of Sam's shirt and Sam felt Kai's muscular body under the thick PVC Kai began breathing more heavily.

"Get the fucking jacket on me!" he said.

"I hope you're not going to regret this," said Sam as he picked up the heavy leather jacket lying on the bed. The buckles rattled ominously.

"Oh shit!" breathed Kai, as he stood up to be imprisoned.

"Pull your sleeves down over your hands a bit and hold them. Perhaps you can twist the sleeves around your arms a bit. I'll get the jacket on you better. Here."

Sam was facing Kai holding the thick jacket invitingly open.

Kai pushed his arms into the heavy sleeves and Sam moved round Kai to pull the jacket from the back. Kai's arms went down into the depths of the sleeves and he let go of the sleeves of his PVC suit. His hands felt the cool smooth leather of the inside of the straitjacket Sam jerked the jacket firmly over Kai's shoulders.

Kai raised his right arm and looked at the riveted, closed sleeve encasing his hand. A thick brown strap hung from the end.

"Second thoughts?" asked Sam as he pulled the jacket together at the back over Kai's shiny suit.

"Carry on!" Kai gasped.

Kai felt the straps being buckled, one after the other. The slack slowly left the straitjacket as the leather garment was fastened closed out of reach down his back. A thicker strap went like a belt around his waist. Sam pulled this firmly shut. Sam's hand reached through Kai's legs and grabbed for the crotch strap dangling from the front of the jacket. The strap was sewn to a thicker flap of leather and this was pulled through Kai's legs. Suddenly the whole jacket assumed a new tension as Sam strapped through the buckle at the back.

"Comfortable?" asked Sam.

Kai just grunted and wriggled his shoulders a bit to work himself into the jacket better. Sam pulled the jacket's collar up high and passed the strap through the loops. The collar's buckle was at the front, the strap went right around the neck. Kai lifted his chin to let Sam push the prong through the hole. Sam then took the ends of Kai's closed sleeves and jerked the sleeves downwards, pulling any slack out of them.

"Let me hold you one last time," said Kai embracing Sam with his encased arms. He chaffed his rough chin over Sam's cheek and held him close, his hands inside thick leather mitts, running over the soft leather of Sam's shirt; his fingers feeling nothing in the depths of the closed and riveted sleeves. Sam hugged Kai to him, Kai's body feeling totally different in the solid leather to the smooth PVC He fingered the straps and buckles down Kai's back.

"Now cross your arms, Kai, left over right, there's a good boy!" He grabbed the ends of the sleeves and passed them through the retainer straps on the sides of the jacket. They would stop Kai working his arms up or down.

"Point of no return, Kai!" said Sam as he jerked the thick sleeve strap through the buckle on the other sleeve. He braced himself against Kai and wrenched the strap again. Kai grunted as the prong clicked through the hole in the strap. Sam set to work tidying up the straps, passing them through loops positioned to stop them flapping and hanging.

"That's you fixed!" said Sam and turned Kai towards the mirror.

Kai's prick, throbbing under the pressure of the crotch strap, had even more blood surged into it as Kai took in the sight of his imprisoned self. The jacket was battered and stained, the brown leather greasy and shiny from previous battles. Black leather reinforced the jacket at the elbows, at the ends of the sleeves and a strip of black leather was riveted down the front of the jacket extending into the crotch strap. Kai's arms were folded across his chest. The buckle at his collar glinted in the light and an inch or so of the PVC suit's collar could be seen higher than the jacket's collar, jet black against the brown leather. His legs shone in the suit, pulled into folds where the crotch strap cut between his legs. Sam stood beside him looking magnificent in his complete leather. He slapped a hand down on Kai's shoulder, his hand making a loud slap on the thick leather jacket.

"I've always wanted to try a straitjacket," said Kai.

"Sometime soon you'll be able to," said Sam.

"What the hell are you talking about? What's this I'm in? A Tee-shirt?"

"At the moment, Kai, you've got a leather jacket strapped on you. It will only become a straitjacket when you start wanting to get out. When you start realising you're a prisoner and start fighting and struggling against it's grip, then you'll know what a straitjacket really is."

"And you're really going to let me get that far?" asked Kai, almost hopefully.

"Oh sure, and that will only be the beginning. You look great strapped like that. It suits you. It turns you on and it sure turns me on so, Kai, maybe you'll be hugging yourself for the rest of your life! I'll look after you."

Sam pulled the strapped guy to him and kissed him. Kai was breathing fast, turned on by the straitjacket strapped over the smooth suit, his heart slamming in his chest at the thought of being the long-term prisoner of this fabulous leather man holding him. Sam felt over the hard leather that encased Kai's body, feeling the numerous straps and buckles holding the straitjacket onto its prisoner. Kai couldn't respond, his arms strapped tightly around him. Every movement, every twist he made, applied pressure to his prick through the crotch strap. He kissed Sam deeply, he couldn't get enough of his leather man. Sam hugged his restrained partner tighter to him, his chin over Kai's leathered shoulder. His tongue licked the shiny oilskin collar sticking out of the straitjacket, his tongue felt the heavy strap encircling Kai's neck. Kai's unshaven chin moved over the soft, warm black leather of Sam's shirt, Kai's cheek rubbed against the shirt's greasy collar. His natural instinct was to cuddle and embrace this sensuous guy but his arms were unable to move, encased in thick leather sleeves designed to immobilise.

Sam pushed against Kai a little too enthusiastically and he toppled backwards on to the bed, Sam falling with him. The two lay on the worn black leather bed cover, Kai's head had fallen between two leather-covered pillows. Sam climbed astride the strapped man, his knees pushing Kai's shiny legs together. He leant with all his weight onto Kai, a hand pushing down on each shoulder.

"Having regrets Kai? I could do anything to you and you couldn't move a finger to stop me. Like this for instance!"

He grabbed the leather pillows either side of Kai's head and pushed them down over his face. Kai struggled, wrenching his head from side to side and twisting his body under Sam's weight. Sam let go of the pillows and Kai came up gasping for air.

"Had you worried for a moment there, didn't I?" said Sam.

"I can take whatever you give me," said Kai provocatively.

"Will you'll be saying that the same time tomorrow night after a long tortuous day in that jacket? You won't be able to cum and you'll slowly go insane with frustration. Then I'll just deliver you ready strait-jacketed to the nearest asylum, where I'll come to torment you as you roll around in your padded cell! I didn't tell you I've got connections. Serious, professional help if I really call on it." ...

And, of course, Sam was telling the truth ... and Kai was only at the beginning of his adventure ...