Posted Sun May 28, 2017 | 518 Words | Tagged story motorbike

He had walked into the Danise shop about an hour or so ago now. Maybe longer. He could barely remember now. He had decided to go during the morning before having to head off somewhere else, somewhere possibly important, possibly not.

Once he entered the shop the smell hit his nose and filled his lungs immediately. Leather has its own smell and he loved it. Craved it. Enjoyed it.

Walking slowly around the motorbike leather suits he loved the look and feel of each one. He cautiously looked at the price tags of them and was quite shocked. He knew he would have to save up a considerable amount to even be close to affording such a nice thing. Then he saw the all black suit. It looked perfect. Maybe he could try it on, just to see if it would fit and to take a few pictures

Cautiously picking off the suit from the rack he carefully carries it to the changing room. How you would expect to handle an item of such value and knowledge that you couldn’t replace it if it got damaged in any shape or form

Deciding to strip naked first before putting them on, thoughts skipped his mind such as the size he picked out or even the desire, more the need to be naked and have the suit as a second skin. He put his legs in and slid them through the leather. It felt nice and tight. Next was his arms which fit snugly in place. It felt so good. His penis was pressing against the leather. The pleasure from wearing it was growing and growing.

With it in place he zipped up the suit at the back and felt his posture forced into the position of the suit. He rubbed the leather and just felt pleasure and a small moan leave his mouth.

The curtain opened to the changing room. The shopping assistant popped his head in and smirked. He knew someone one day wouldn’t be able to resist putting that one on. He grabbed the matching gloves and stuffed them on before he broke out of his trance of lust and pleasure. Now he wouldn’t be able to get out of the suit himself if he ever wanted to.

Next came the helmet. Just as it was sliding over his face he snapped and his eyes widen in the realisation of what was happening. But there was little that could be done. One the helmet was in place, pleasure overtook him.

The assistant opened up the small zip on the front to allow his erect penis escape from the leather. As the assistant slowly worked his penis he felt his thoughts slowly fade out of his head and build in his balls. His likes, his job, his name. Everything was to leave him.

The assistant was his master. He was now sealed in the leathers. His job was to get others into leathers and spread the motorbike leathers. With that he came, out went his old life and now sealed in a new life of leather and bikes.