(Story) CURSED GLOVES - Man to leather slave
Added 2022-04-13 21:50:58 +0000 UTCPaul didn't know why he xouldnt take the gloves off, he didn't even buy them! They just turned up in mail. Cursed item or not he now couldn't get them off. Plus he kept touching himself, unable to control his hands and loving the feeling of leather and biker gear rubbing his crotch. He didn't know why but when he tried to wank or grab his junk he coukdnt. The gllve only let him edge himself gently until he was soild and squealing. Trying desperately to do anything other than gently rub back and forth like a machine. 
He must have passed out, because when he woke up he was by the front door again, slumped on the floor. Several open packages around him and Paul slowly woke up. He tried to yawn but a thick, heavy harness stopped him lifting his arms. A heavy chain had been attached to his neck and locked on. His clothes were gone and his gloves were now skin tight. His body got up by itself, now little. more than a bystander, he watched in horror as his new hands grabbed a hat from the last box and put it on.
"Fu#k dawg-" his new voice spoke without his permission. Rubbing his hands around his body. Cum seems to flow from his shaft like a tap yet he couldnt touch it. He slowly grabbed a ball and tugged hard. "Your gonna get used to some nasty sh#t, so I'd start enjoying this now" as he started to wank off. Rubbing the cum. into his hair and body. Staining himself with his smell and cum started to bunch up in his balls. Soon he'd be little more than a gear slut, a slave to his own desires. Not a curse really but, i did think he'd enjoy these little gloves i sent him for a laugh. 
