I 've been
chatting with a mysterious stranger for some time. I never
saw his face, knew his age, or anything particular about
the guy...except that we could probably have some fun.
After severeal weeks of chatting, the timing was right.
He had given me specific instructions to be at an outdoor
location at 10:30pm. I did as instructed. I arrived in
full leather in the middle of a hot summer night. I sat
down next to a designated tree, blindfolded myself, gagged
myself with a leather ball gag, and clipped my wrist restraints
on behind me and the tree. As I sat there in the dark,
I had no idea what I was in for. I was sweating under
my vinyl and thick black leather. My hard-on was pulsing.
I heard noises from time to time, but blindfolded in crinkling
plastic, it was hard to discern what I heard or from where.
Then he approached. Footsteps slowly walking up from behind
me.
 He quickly grabbed my wrist restraints and locked them
in a manner I couldn't escape from. At this point, I started
breathing heavily. Part excitement, part fear, part craving,
part worry. I knew that getting out of this situation
would completely depend on him. Would he let me go after
he was done with me? I felt him grab my legs and spread
them apart. He tied a rope to each foot and then tied
off the rope behind the tree. My leather legs were spread
outward and I couldn't bring them in. His hands began
to rub my bulky leather bound body. Then the biggest mindfuck
of all took place... I felt him behind me, wrapping rope
around my chest, but then I felt a boot from in front
of me pressing against my crotch. There wasn't one attacker,
there were two. I totally freaked out. How many were there?
Two? Three? More? What could happen if now the odds are
even stacked higher against me?
Through it all, I couldn't resist
the turn on. I felt hands grabbing and rubbing me. Then
the sound of a plastic bag... One of the attackers grabbed
a plastic bag (my favorite) and slipped it over my head.
He tucked it in around my neck and now I knew my air
supply was limited. For long sessions, I was teased
and tortured with air supply. I was pushed to the last
moments. They untied my outstretched feet, brought my
legs together again and then tied them tight in front
of me. With my hands cuffed behind the tree, they grabbed
my legs and began pulling me away from the tree. The
position was awkward and painful (but in a good way).
I had no footing since I was seated. I had no grip since
my hands were behind me. I was at their mercy and that
of my body position. It was just like being on "the rack" of
medievel times. Through what felt like hours, I was
in pure ecstasy. These guys were attentive and yet deeply
aggressive. Very few were words were ever said. Threats
were made to me, which only turned me on more. But beyond
that, nothing was communicated. It was all physical.
Then a hand unzipped my leather pants and pulled out
my dick. One of the attackers started jacking me off
while the other put a plastic bag over my head. I was
so close to cuming for such a long time. But what I
failed to do was inform my attackers in advance about
how far to push the breath control. Just as I was ready
to cum, I received a deep breath of air, which calmed
me and relaxed my cock. I needed to be pushed more. I
always do, even when playing alone. I needed to go to
that edge a bit further. They obliged.
 One of my most erotic and sensual memories I have is
for what happened next. One of them removed my gag, which
was great. Because now my mouth and lips could feel what
happened next...Getting aggressive, one attacker moved
behind the tree, and therefore behind me. He grabbed a
piece of plastic, perhaps a long trash bag I brought,
reached around the tree, put the plastic in front of my
face and then pulled it tight. Grabbing one end with his
left hand, and the other with his right, my head was pulled
back into the tree. Immobilized. My head was completelty
pinned to the tree, the plastic pulling against my face.
The plastic was drawn so tight, covering every area of
my face and head, it became a second skin...but with no
pockets of air. But it was a sensation I now call an addiction--tight
plastic across my face. More than that, I couldn't move
my head an inch. He pulled so tight, the tension locked
me down. The plastic felt as if were melting..and my head
could not move. I was pumped and primed and it was easy
to find pleasure now. Plastic straining against my face,
absolutely no air to breath, and my cock raging to explode,
my other attacker kept working my cock, moving me closer
to cumming. A few more jerks on my cock and in my last
breath, I exploded my load in a euphoric high.
My head was wrapped in plastic and
immobilized by the shear strength of my attacker pulling
it tight and holding my head fixed. I will never forget
that sensation. I truely crave that again. My air suppply
was quickly returned as my attackers knew I pushed myself
all the way. They removed the plastic bag from my head
and I relaxed in sheer bliss. And then one of them mumbled "fucker...try
to get out now." And I heard them walk away. For
a moment, I needed to catch my breath. But then I realized
I needed them to undo my wrist restraints or I would be
trapped until someone finds me. I struggled to sit up
for better leverage, but it was awkward and I was exhausted.
What to do now? It felt like minutes passed, which probably
did, but then I heard footsteps again. Was it them? Was
it another attacker ready to finish me off after the first
guys left? What if it was another player? Could I find
the stamina to do it again? After this thrilling and exhaustive
scene?
Then I felt hands behind me. One
of the attackers undid my restraints and said "wait a few minutes",
implying don't remove the blindfold. I waited a few minutes,
removed the gag and blindfold. Although it w as the middle
of the night, the sudden moonlight against what had been
total darkness seemed like a floodlight. It took my eyes
a few moments to adjust. And then I realized now that
I was free, I better get the hell out of there before
a cop or some other trouble shows up. I grabbed my gear
and left. The next day, I received an e-mail from my attacker(s)
that they had been there all along, watching me arrive,
watching me blindfold and restrain myself, and then also
watched me walk to my truck and leave the scene. The woods
have eyes. And they're hungry and devious. And I like
them. I want them to do me again.
UPDATE SEPTEMBER 2ND: My captor e-mailed
me and some truths surfaced about the whole scene. He
originally e-mailed me under a different e-mail address,
so I had no idea who it was. Since
I was blindfolded that night, I was unaware he had taken
pictures. These pics you see here are the pics from that
evening. He just e-mailed them to me days after the scene.
Hope you enjoy the story! If you're looking for a leatherboy
to kidnap, drop me a line. Thank you, guys! WOOF!
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