Leather Force

You awoke to the feeling of someone sitting on your bed, you opening your eyes to realize you weren't in your room. Your hands were tied behind your back, feet locked in place with a gag in your mouth You were lying naked on a bed, a police officer sitting beside you. You didn't recognize the place, immediatelly struggling against the restraints for a moment in panic

"Shh it's alright boy" He said, running his gloved hand along your exposed torso. The leather on your skin had a strange sense, just the slightest tickle that turned your guts. Your cock was hard with morning wood, your body turned on from out of your control.

"You remember anything from last night?" He asked.

You took a second to collect your thoughts, looking at the man looming over you. His eyes sparkled with mischief as they connected with yours. You began to have flashes of the last night. You were being pulled over, having to tell him you were headed to a leather bar. That's when his attitude changed, ordering you to get out so he could do a patdown.

In a minute you were in handcuffs, stripped of your clothes and thrown in the back of his car. Except you didn't end up going back to the station. He brought you the rest of the way to your destination, taking you out and parading you in front of him as his leather boy before tying you up to the wall where you spent the right of your night.

You looked down at your body, recognizing the red streaks and bruises your body had sustained. His fingers trailed over the marks, his touch sending signals of pain rushing through your mind. The moment he moved away the sense was replaced with blissful numbness that only made your arousal skyrocket from relief.

"Yeah, you remember" He said, his hand moving down between your legs and passing your jutting member at your groin. You felt his touch move down your taint, continuing on closer and closer to your hole until you felt he hit something solid.

Your eyes furrowed in confusion. That didn't feel right.

It wasn't until you felt him grasp a handle right between your legs did you realize what he was touching. You hadn't felt it before, your entire lower half numb from being tormented, but as your guts clenched you could sense it- a rod sticking for who knows how far into your bowels, locking your body stiff.

He twisted his baton inside you and you could feel it all across your body, your skin suddenly ablaze with unbearable tingling. You couldn't control your throat as you moaned, feeling your insides shift while he pushed against your prostate. Precum drew streaming out your head, a constant flow elicited from your tip and pooling into your bush.

"Oh you definitely remember" He said, beginning to move the thick wood back and forth inside you. "You were such a good boy last night, I think I'm gonna keep you. How does that sound?"

You couldn't think in this state, your arousal puppeted by his movements and overrunning your mind with chemicals. You couldn't control your body as it pumped more fluid from your cock, milking the sensation as much as possible until you felt about to explode. It only took a few more moments to do so, cum spitting from your cock all across your body. Your mind accepted your place as his boy, his fuck toy for the rest of your life.