Leather Costume

Chris shouldn't have listened to his coworker when they invited him out to a Halloween party. He didn't have any plans that night and had been trying to meet people outside of work, so this seemed like the best opportunity. His coworker even told him not to bring a costume since they'd have one ready, Chris would just have to meet them at their house to put it on. Chris probably should have been able to see the signs this wasn't going to be a normal Halloween party from his interactions with his coworker.

The coworker Pete had always had an eye for Chris. He was always offering to help Chris out, grab lunch, run an errand, all to which Chris said yes. Chris should have known better than to blindly accept the offers, unaware with how Pete was trying to figure out what type of man Chris was. Chris never seemed to lean either way to guys or girls, and that just drove Pete even more confident he could get Chris under his wraps.

Once Chris arrived to Pete's place he was handed a strange leather body suit, to which Chris had no clue what its purpose was.

"What's this?" Chris asked.

"Your costume. You'll understand it better once it's on." Pete said with a wink.

Chris took a second to look closer at it. He still couldn't tell what it was supposed to be. Sewn leather strips wrapped around it giving it an interesting design, metal loops embedded in the make as if more could be attached to it. Chris guessed it was some horror movie villain he just didn't know of.

It took Chris a moment before he managed to find out how it was supposed to go on, but looked skeptically at the opening. It looked like it was going to be a tight fit.

Pete noticed Chris's expression. "It'll go on much more easily with your clothes off" Pete suggested.

Chris looked up for a moment before shrugging, accepting Pete's suggestion blindly like he always did. In moments he had removed his shirt and shorts, left standing in only briefs partially exposed to his coworker.

Pete couldn't tear his eyes away from the stud now standing in his room. He'd always pictured his coworker undressed out of the usual business attire, but hadn't thought it could be this good. Chris had definitely played sports back in school, thick arms and chest confirming it. After years of a desk job however, a heavier dad bod had settled in.

The new weight didn't detract from Chris's appearance at all. It only served to make him more desirable, accentuating his thickened features. His pecs had turned into two fat juicy tits that showed under every shirt, the shape of his nips outlined in the fabric. His rear that spent hours sitting had filled out in his office chair- what used to be strong muscle shaking visibly from behind with each step.

Seeing the gradual change made Pete all the more obsessed with his coworker, making Pete's dominant personality brought out. Even though he had started doing things for Chris, it was all to serve the greater idea that Chris would become his. And tonight was the night.

Pete helped Chris fit the rest of the outfit on, grabbing and shifting the leather until it sat perfectly on his coworker's body. Pete took a second to look at his creation in awe.

The leather suit couldn't have fit better, wrapping his coworker's features like he'd expected. The two slits on the chest lined up exactly with his subject's nips, the tips already hard from the sides of the leather grazing them. The built in collar wrapped Chris's thick neck well, lining up with the thick skin that folded over it from its extra pudge. The briefs were still visible in the chapless outfit, Chris's fat rear bubbling out of the hole.

Chris looked at his hands that were now fitted in featureless mitts, adorned with two metal loops and leather belts wrapping his wrists which made them harder to slip off.

"What am I supposed to do with these?" Chris asked.

"Here" Pete said, leading Chris's hands behind his body. Two clips waited on the back of the outfit, easily attaching to the hooks on the mitts.

"There" Pete said with a pat, before continuing. "And one final touch"

Chris couldn't see the gag Pete was raising from behind until it was too late. It was made of leather, with a long fabricated cock incorporated into it placed where the mouth would go. Chris saw it at the bottom of his vision as the tip of the dildo pressed against his lips, Pete's hands quickly leading it down Chris's throat.

Chris tried to raise his hands to stop Pete, only to find them bound to his back. It was hard to struggle in the uniform, his body held in place by the rigid material as all six inches of the gag fell to the back of his throat and hit his gag reflex. Chris suddenly had to spend all his focus trying not to throw up, relieving his thoughts from his situation for just a few moments.

"You like this, don't you?" He heard Pete coo into his ear.

Chris couldn't shake his head no, hardly able to move with the giant rod taking up most of the space in his mouth snf playing with his tonsils.

Chris felt Pete's hands begin snaking under his arms, the fingers wide feeling every inch of his thick chest as they made their way to the slits at the front of the leather. Chris couldn't move as he felt the hands reach their final destination, the fingers curling into grips that tugged at his soft buttons.

Chris had never felt his body played with this way before, completely unprepared for the signals that began firing in his head. He felt his system go into overdrive, turning on faster than he'd ever felt. In moments he felt his cock growing stiff, the sensation of it being trapped under the confines of the leather making it that much more erotic. In seconds he was more aroused than he'd ever been, his body releasing a moan that he hadn't intended.

The cock in his throat suddenly felt like it belonged as spit flooded his mouth. He found himself unable to stop gulping his own saliva. The vibrations from his drone made the sensation that much more enjoyable, the tickle at the back of his skull adding to the aroused state his mind was stuck in. His body relaxed, washed in an erotic euphoria that compromised him. All his weight was left supported by his coworker, Pete letting the weight fall onto a table to the side. The gag connected with the furniture's surface, pushing the artificial member further into his head sending another shock of pleasure through Chris's body.

Pete managed to pull down the exposed briefs from outside the outfit, letting them snap off the jiggling curves that they held. Pete couldn't stop himself after seeing the sight of his coworker's peach. His tongue dragged itself down into the crack, forcing its way to Chris's hole and tasting the hairs that lined it. His mouth began to work, pushing as much spit into the crevice as it could, slicking the two furry walls that enshrined the inlet. Pete felt Chris's body flinch from the wet touch, his coworker's heavy breaths only encouraging Pete to continue.

Pete felt he had done enough once he saw the amount of drool he left behind dripping from Chris's taint. There was only one way to tell for certain however. Pete took a moment to scrape the excess onto his fingers and used it to slicken his hard shaft. In moments he lined up, pressing his tool into the path he'd prepared.

Chris knew this shouldn't be happening. Chris knew he should fight against it, stop it somehow, but the chemicals in his head kept him in a compliant state as the rod slipped into his body. It wasn't painful, just rough, but once the tool reached a certain spot he felt electricity begin building in his cavity. The cock wasn't done yet, continuing to slip inside him, each extra inch teasing his prostate and sending shivers up his spine.

Chris didn't want it to stop, worried when he felt his coworker's groin pressing against his rear. Yet, as the cock began sliding back, the sensation immediately returned, forcing Chris to gasp. The only downside was how empty he felt the moment after. It was as if the phallus had carved out a hole inside him, filling a part of him he never knew he needed filled, only to have it removed instantly. He needed it filled.

"Yeah, you're ready" Pete said from behind, pulling out entirely.

Chris couldn't stop himself from whining.

"Don't worry boy, you'll be used soon enough. Let's get you to that party" Pete said, attaching a chain to the metal loop in Chris's collar before leading him out of the house.

Chris followed obediently, wanting nothing more than to be filled again, hoping to spend the rest of the night taking cock in his rear. That was exactly what he would get.