Trust Us 1, 2, and 3 (MM/mm - State Asylum)

[heybro]

Trust Us

Supple leather slid from side to side as he worked the shiny smooth material down over his back. Since there was a person sitting on both sides of him, the space given to take off his thick black leather jacket was limited. I always found myself transfixed by the black leather from a few rows behind not only on this Monday but every Monday, Tuesday, and Friday. I hardly ever paid attention to what symptoms this disorder or that disorder had, but I always took notes diligently. I would go over them outside of class when I lacked the opportunity to gaze at this "H O double T" man. He wasn't some body-builder, yet just a step away from one. He had a very sturdy body. His masculinity shined through just in the way he sat. He was always sure of himself and very self-confident. He would hardly shift his body at all, which reinforced his very solid composure. It was like no one could make him unsure of himself; he was in control of any situation. He sat there immovable by anyone else but himself, and thick shiny parts of his supple leather jacket that he wasn't sitting on spilled out around his body and over the edge of the chair. His hair was short, thick, and black and his eyes were deep brown. His whole body was fit. His biceps clung to his shirt, as did his thighs to his pants. The clothes were only tight where his muscle bulk pressed through. Now remember he isn't some body-builder with way too many muscles, but close to it. When I saw him walking in the halls, if he had that supple leather jacket open, his pectorals would show through his shirt. He was like a perfect sculpture made out of stone.
One day, I had found myself passing him in the hallway. As my gaze went up from his massive pecks to his eyes, I was shocked to see that he was starring right back at me. His returned gaze put me in an inescapable trance. It was as if his eyes held me before him. At that moment, I imagined that his body was clasping mine, and I couldn't do anything about it, because his eyes held me right where he wanted me. That was the feeling I got from him. I wasn't sure if it was me or him, or a combination of both. I forced myself away from looking into those eyes before it became too obvious, or had it already? The course was almost over, just two weeks left until the final. I wondered if he was a psychology major. If so, I would definitely be taking the next chronological psyche course, just to be with him, even though I hadn't decided on a major yet.
"...His shoulders are broad too and he wears this exceptionally thick black leather jacket," I finished saying to my newly found campus freshman friend named Ryan. Ryan's eyes got really big. It wasn't because of my leather obsession; we both loved leather and checking out all the people we saw to have invested in such an easy to drool over jacket. Ryan's eyes got big because the guy I had pointed out a few days earlier to be "my fixation" in psychology class had just walked past us, and apparently, he must have heard what I had said. My face turned red quite quickly. We both decided he may not have heard what we had said, and even if he did, he wouldn't know it was geared toward him, would he? So, we just decided to not talk about him in public anymore.
Friday came real fast. I couldn't wait to get to psychology class. It was my last class of the day and it gave me a sort of reward to have it not only be my days closing but my weeks as well. I never grew tiered of looking at that supple shiny authoritative leather jacket. Today I got real daring. I sat right behind the guy and over heard him talking to his friend that always sat next to him. It turns out that this blonde haired, blue eyed equally built and authoritative guy's name is Joey, yet I sill didn't know the name of the guy of which I was fixated. I found something odd about their conversation. It came to a point where they were almost whispering and I couldn't make out what they were saying. I thought I saw my favorite guy gesture in my direction, but it was so subtle that I didn't give it a second thought.
Class ended and I wasn't satisfied, I wanted to meet "my fixation", you know just find out his name, maybe even become friends and sit next to him, maybe his leather jacket would brush up against my side or something. But I didn't have the guts; I couldn't talk to someone as high-above as him. Yet, I had to do something. I don't know what came over me as I saw him walking away, because I didn't turn to leave out the front door to go to my house like I always had before. Instead, I followed him out the side door of the building. What was I doing? I was enjoying the view of that leather jacket stretched across his muscular broad shoulders, that's what! He entered a parking lot and I followed. I mean if he sees me, I thought, he has no reason to question my being here. I could very well be going to the car that I do not have. Was this rational thinking, or had leather clogged my brain?
"No," I thought, "Everything is fine."
I was just letting my eyes take in his beautiful body and sexy black leather gloves and coat for a few more minutes today. He soon neared a car I was hoping he would. It was a black four-door Jeep Cherokee. I couldn't tell if the seats were made out of supple leather or not. It wasn't because I was too far away, I was close enough, but it was because the back windows were tinted. This made "my fixation" even more mysterious and desirable. When he approached the passenger side door he turned around and looked directly at me. His trance came over me again. His piercing eyes held me before him. I was his and there was nothing I could do about it. As he smiled, I felt two strong warm hands clench my wrist and a leathery covered strong body rub up against my back.
"Hey Brian and Mark," the body clenching me from behind said. I recognized the voice. My wrists were released from the strong warm hands and the leather slid away. I now saw that the man who had just expertly and efficiently caught me off guard was Joey, the guy who sat next to "my fixation" in psyche class.
"What's going on?" 'my fixation' asked.
Joey answered, "Well I recognized you Mark and I thought I would sneak up on ya and surprise ya like."
"We better get going Joey," my fixation ordered.
"Would you like us to give you a ride home Mark?" my fixation asked.
"Umm," I stuttered.
"Its no problem at all," Joey added as he opened the back seat of the jeep and proceeded to guide me up onto the supple black slippery leather seats. Despite the abundance of leather in my vicinity, I managed to process one clear thought. My fixation's name was Brian. Joey had said "Hello Mark and Brian." "Brian," I thought to myself as Joey climbed in after me, causing the seat to scrunch down due to the weight of his muscular body. Joey moved my seat belt across my waist and chest and then securely snapped it into the buckle. Brian started the car and we backed out of the parking lot. My eyes were on overload. They quickly ran from the thick scrumptious leather on Brian's back in front of me, to Joey's supple irresistible leather jacket beside me, and finally to a mess of black leather with thick dangling straps diagonally from me.
"What's that on the front seat?" I asked while motioning to the front passenger side.
"Oh that's just a straitjacket," Joey explained as he put his hand on my neck and gave it a playful yet affirming squeeze.
"We use it at our job," Brian added.
"Oh really?" I questioned, "Why would you need that for work?"
Joey explained, "Well you see Mark, Brian and I work for the cities mental hospital, and we use this straitjacket for not only our safety but for the safety of the patients that we confine as well."
"Really?" I excitedly questioned.
"Yeahhhh really," Joey answered, "I mean sure we can pacify patients with our bodies, but this straitjacket serves as a nice cozy long-term means of restraint."
"It's so neat how its made out of leather," I managed to say. What was I doing! With just one sentence, I revealed my interest in bondage and leather!
But Joey instantly responded with an enlightened tone, "Yeah, your right Mark, the leather makes it not only more comfortable for the patient, but it also makes it more durable and unyielding to the futile movements of resistance against the jacket the patient hopelessly makes." Hey Mark I have an idea," Joey suggested, "Maybe you could try it on, just to see what its like."
"No he can't," Brian said, "That jacket is to be put on patients only. You know the rules Joey."
"Oh please," I begged, "I won't tell anyone, I would love to have it put on me, I have always wondered what it would be like."
Brian answered, "Well there is one way that we could put it on you, without breaking any rules… Oh no, but that wouldn't work."
"No please, please, tell me what way," my begging continued.
"Well..." Brian explained, "we could somehow admit you into the institution, say … temporarily and somehow … make up an excuse to secure you into the jacket."
"Hey that will work," Joey explained, "That will work just fine."
"What exactly is temporary admittance?" I asked.
"Well we can admit you for a period of say 24 hours, for hmmm … say observation. We can then put you in the jacket for however long you want and then release you from the hospital after those 24 hours are up," Brian explained.
"Okay that will work, I mean it is the weekend, and I could have the jacket on all night?" I asked.
"Sure Mark, however long you want," smiled Joey.
"So it's settled. Mark, we both work tonight too, so this will be real fun," Joey continued as he gave me a funny grin.

It didn't take too much longer to get to Calm Crescent Psychiatric Institute for the Mentally ill. Brian finished saying "...and we work here to gain extra insight pertaining to our psychology majors," as he parked the jeep at a side entrance marked, "Admittance." Brian got out of the jeep and opened my door. It had to be opened from the outside because there were child safety locks on the backseat doors. With Brian right in front of me, sporting his thick leather jacket and gloves, Joey held onto my wrists and from behind escorted me out of the jeep. As Joey slid me out, the leather of his jacket rubbed firmly against the leather interior. Once both of our bodies were out, Joey crossed my arms over my chest, and leaned me firmly into his unzipped leather jacket. I could feel his massive pecks and stomach muscles pressing into my back. I squirmed a little as his unnecessary strong dominance over me felt awkward and out of place. He answered my resistance with a slight give in and a strong firm pull back. Joey's strong hug continued. The leather from Joey's jacket wrapped up and around my arms and his hold firmly pressed against my chest. One very strong message was being sent to me. Joey was in control and any resistance was simply futile. No resistance from me would matter. It would have to be his decision to let me go, not mine. I should have expected it; after all, I was going to be admitted as a "temporary mental patient." They were probably just doing their normal routine of handling mental patients to make the whole thing look legit.
Brian pulled out a ring of keys and unlocked the two deadbolts of the side door. I expected to enter a hustling and bustling room much like that of an ER, instead the inside room Joey escorted me into was rather small. A wheel chair sat in the right corner of the room and a massive medal door with two deadbolts was to the left side. Once in Brian used his keys again on the deadbolts. They could only be locked and unlocked with the keys because key holes were on both sides. After all this was a mental hospital. I could hear the swing of each bolt as it went into its locking place.
The wheel chair's seat was made of brown thick supple leather and heavy straps dangled from all sides. Brian clenched onto the brown leather wheel chair with his black leather gloves. This made that wonderful sound of leather rubbing up against leather. Brian pushed the chair away from the wall and towards me. He then set the breaks of the chair and moved to my front side and with Joey right at my back, they escorted me backwards towards the readily awaiting wheel chair of brown leather bondage. I say I was escorted but in reality I was clenched onto by their enticing dominant bodies and pushed firmly to where I needed to be. There was no question of their being in control. There is no way I could have brook free from them if I wanted to. I couldn't imagine the frustration of what real patients would experience if they were admitted against their will. I was even experiencing major frustration with the dominance they imposed to insure my submissiveness, even though I wanted in deliberately. Joey stepped backwards to the side of the wheelchair as he eased me backwards into the chair. As I sank into the leather, I realized the submissiveness the chair would invoke. I sank into the overly padded leather of the seat as Brian and Joey efficiently and expertly started working on the straps. The chair would require effort to lift oneself out of its encasement even without the straps as I sank in so much.
My wrists were tightly pinned to the leather side armrests of the wheel chair. Joey held my arms in place and Brian looped the strap. He then gave it a hard jerk before buckling it. They did this to my other wrist as well. Then my ankles were done in the same way. This time Brian held them securely to the padding of the thick supple leather and Joey looped the strap. Another hard tug was given and then they were buckled. I felt very secure, but only four straps had been done up so far. There were more, many more. Joey tugged a brown thick leather strap over my chest. The firm tug he gave it made it difficult for me to breathe. He slid it through the giant buckle as I heard the sound of leather stretching. Then more straps were tightly bound around my stomach, and neck, and two around both of my calves, knees, thighs, forearms, and biceps. With each strap, Brian or Joey braced the corresponding part of my body overly tight to the reaffirming leather padding of the wheel chair. Then the strap would be tightly looped, followed by a strong jerk and then buckled. Minutes later all the straps were finally secured. During the whole time only once did either of them say a word. They seemed to be so into what they were doing. The only time one of them spoke was when Joey smiled oddly as he was restraining my waist and thighs. He had noticed a little bulge. Not only had he smiled, but he also gently rubbed against it with his hand, pretending to be straightening a thick strap. His actions made me very horny and I wanted to rub against him in return, but the restraints were relentless to my request.
When I thought they were all done with me and ready to wheel me to wherever, they both checked and rechecked each strap to make sure it was securely and tightly fastened. These guys were thorough. I could hardly breathe and they needed reassurance that I was not going anywhere! Of course I wasn't going anywhere, I had some twenty straps encasing me to this sunken in leather wheel chair, in a small room with their two dominate bodies and two deadbolt double locks and they needed reassurance! I wondered if it was reassurance or reinforcement of the idea that I was totally theirs. This is what I had always wanted. I wanted to be securely restrained without the hope of self-release out of something made completely out of leather. All I could think of was that if this was good, the leather straitjacket they so promised me would be even better! Not only would the jacket be sensational, but having these two experts putting me in it would make the experience ten times as great. Especially when one of them was "my fixation" and the other was quickly becoming one himself.
"Now just relax Mark," Joey ordered, "Just relax. Take it nice and easy."
Brian continued, "We have secured you for your own safety as well as ours and thus you are now ready to be formally admitted into the hospital for care."
Brian unlocked the massive two deadbolts on the door to the side, Joey released the wheelchair breaks, and he rolled me down the hallway beyond the door. As soon as I was in, I could hear Brian from behind locking the deadbolts. Joey pushed slowly and steadily. There was something different in the way they were now acting. It was like before I knew them as sexually irresistible acquaintances, but now they had become sexually enticing guards. It must be because they are now at work I thought, and plus everything needs to seem legit. Once we neared what I thought to be the central part of the building, Joey stopped the wheelchair and Brian went into some of what appeared to be offices.
"I will meet you in room 3," Brian ordered Joey as he left.
Without a word, Joey wheeled me down another corridor into a room marked 103. There were three deadbolts on the door but none of them had been locked so I was wheeled in without hesitation. The room inside was empty. It was a little bit larger than the room in which Brian and Joey forced me down into this confining leather prison of a wheelchair. There were no windows, and come to think of it, I hadn't seen any since I arrived. There were only clear cubic blocks on the outside as we drove up, but no windows as for looking out or opening. Joey stopped my chair so I was facing the inside corner wall. A few minutes later I heard footsteps and the sound of leather rubbing up against itself. The footsteps entered the room from behind me and the door was sealed shut with the swing of the three deadbolts, each fitted with a different key. Brian approached me from the right and Joey the left side of the wheel chair. Brian held a clipboard. His hands were both masculine and feminine at the same time. They were strong yet fine up close, although his thick leather gloves no longer covered them. Brian said, "Mark you must now sign this packet of documents which allows us to take you under our care and be admitted into Calm Crescent Psychiatric Institute for the Mentally ill for temporary observation."
"Certainly," I said and Joey gave me a wink.
Brian moved the end of the clipboard towards me and Joey placed a pen in my right hand. Although the brown thick leather tightly and thoroughly held my wrists, I would still be able to move my fingers to write. Joey moved behind me and I didn't even think about why. Brian pointed to the long thick black line at the bottom of the cover page and I signed my full name: Mark Thomas Fields. With that Brian took away the pen and clipboard and I felt a poke and saw Joey's muscular hands guide liquid from a syringe into my right arm. I gazed up into his eyes. He was already looking into mine.
"What are you doing…" I weakly demanded.
"Oh settle down boy, We are in control here, we were before, and we will continue to always be," Brian uttered with enjoyment.
"Yeah Mark, I mean what are you gonna do about this sedative I am administering? Umm lets see … ah yes, you can sit right where you are unable to move due to the strong hard leather straps encasing your body right onto thick hard unavoidable leather," Joey mocked with a smile.
He was right though, I could do nothing as the thick leather straps pressing against my body in almost every location remained relentless to every twist and squirm I managed to make.
"You cock," I shouted in frustration, trying to wipe the smirk off Joey's face as he watched me struggle. All I did was make his smile bigger.
"Oh now there's some interesting language," Brian noted, "looks like you need to be calmed down. We can handle that Mark."
"This mild sedative will…" Joey started. As he talked I looked down again at the syringe. If only I had worn a long sleeve shirt I would have foreseen it. Joey's crotch was at the same level as the syringe he handled and I could easily see massive bulk pressing up from underneath Joey's pants. He pulled the syringe out and finished saying, "… will do the job of calming you down nicely."
"He's giving you trouble," Brian asserted to Joey.
"Oh no, everything is fine, everything is just fine for our little Marky here…" Joey mocked as he pressed his hands down into my shoulders and gave them a quick affirming massage.

I became very dizzy and drowsy. I tried to ask why they had found it necessary to sedate me. Its not like I had resisted, and even if I had, I posed no threat to them, they would easily be able to subdue me. Yet, as I tried to talk, my words slurred together considerably. I no longer had the energy to move the muscles in my throat and mouth properly.
"Mmm, don't try to talk Mark you won't be able to make any sense, absolutely no sense at all, little buddy," Joey asserted in a very authoritative dominating tone.
"Now Mark," Brian explained, "you won't have enough energy to do much of anything right now, we have administered a mild sedative. You will remain conscious and awake, although your body is pretty much useless to you now, even if your leather straps weren't securely bound. Just relax and enjoy the ride. The injection will help your body to remain calm."
I began to feel very frightened. I was no longer in control, well I guess I never was in control, but after I was sedated against my will, I realized the true reality of not being in control. I had no idea what these guys would do to me now. They could do anything they wanted, and they knew it.
I watched as they both walked behind me and returned in front of me holding massive bunches of leather. My heart rate began increasing. The leather they held before me was smooth, it was shiny, it was thick, it was black, and it was heavy. What more could you ask for in leather? Brian and Joey both eased themselves out of their thick heavy leather jackets and let them fall to the floor. They then pulled down their pants. Thick muscular legs stood, hugged by white boxer/briefs, before me. Both of their boxer/briefs were being considerably stretched out by something pulsating from within. "Hmm, dress-down Friday's, I questioned to myself?" I thought their bodies couldn't look any better. But I was wrong. They pulled their shirts off over their heads in seconds. The sculpted chests I was used to seeing penetrating from under their shirts, were now in naked view. Their bodies were more than I ever could have imagined. They both had beautifully sculpted eight packs and their pectorals sat on their chests like fruit from a tree. Their arms were also to die for. Their biceps were so defined I felt like fainting. Then they both took the leather they had brought which turned out to be leather jeans. They pushed their dominant legs into the leather pants and the supple leather slid up their bodies. This heightened the effect of their dominant, god-like bodies. They were definitely works of art, and deserved to be in a museum.
Slowly they began walking towards me. The leather of their pants rubbed against itself with each stride as they towered over me. Then Joey bent over me and proceeded to unstrap my leather bound body. Both of their pulsating bulges were still very much visible to me. The leather of their pants was more malleable in forming around activities that were going on within their pants. It wasn't like the stiffness of their denim jeans they originally had on. As they both worked on releasing me from my bondage the activity was basically the reverse of being strapped into the chair. A firm tug needed to be applied to each strap, as they had been strapped so tight. Once they were tugged away from me, the buckle could be slid out of its hole. It required much energy from both Brian and Joey, and I could see their biceps and other hard muscles working, including the ones encased by their tight leather pants. With each strap their bodies worked. Each movement was sturdy and non-fluctuant. They were dominate and in control. Slowly my body was able to breathe and the shock of freedom was apparent. Blood rushed to various parts of my body that were previously strained, or shall I say restrained? Yet, although my body was free, it was free to do nothing. I had enough energy to breathe voluntarily and to shift slowly in any given direction. Yet I did not have enough energy to do much constructive movement, like say stand up. And even if I could fester up enough energy to stand on my own or try to do anything else, it would take way to long for me to do so, and their alert and physically fit bodies would react and subdue me in no time. They would be able to handle anything I gave them, absolutely anything.
Joey and Brian both clasped onto my wrists and lifted me effortlessly out of the sunken leathery wheel chair. They expertly and efficiently pulled my short sleeve shirt off over my head. I tried to pull back away from them, but they easily controlled my small-uncoordinated movements and returned me back to the position they needed me in, which happened to be right between the two of them.
"This way your shirtless Marky, and thus the leather will be a lot more sensational up against your vulnerable body's skin," Brian commented.
"Yeah, it will enable us to wrap you into the jacket more tighter too," Joey chuckled.
Their bodies were so close I could smell their fresh cleanness. There was no hint of perspiration as controlling me was not a strenuous task for their overly fit bodies. Before I knew it Joey was holding my arms and upper body in a hugged clasp in his strong arms and hands, and Brian unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I couldn't do anything about it. Joey held my upper body secure in a lock making my lower body readily available to Brian's strong demeanor.
"Brian's right Mark," Joey commented, "Everything you got, has to be made available for the leather. It's far more sensational this way."
My pants were off like that, and so followed my socks and briefs. I was naked from the waist down and something was up.
"Well what do we have here?" Joey laughed as both him and Brian took a turn at firmly squeezing my hard on. This sort of thing just may make your supposed temporary stay a little extended."
"What," I thought, "what were these two cocks talking about?" I couldn't think straight. All I could manage to process through my sedated head was the fact that I was completely naked and completely theirs. I was theirs and no restraints were on me. The so-called "mild sedative" and the deadbolts would easily hold me. With their bodies in the room, I didn't stand a chance. Then Joey, still behind me, clasped my wrists as he did earlier in the school parking lot. Again, I felt the firmness and strength of his smooth hands grab ever so tightly and wrap around my wrists. Before he had at this point let go of me, but this time he positioned his arms parallel to mine and wrapped his arms around my body. Another thing that made this clasp different from before, was that before my layers of clothing and Joey's thick leather jacket were part of the embrace. But now, we were skin to skin. My upper body touched Joey's firm pectorals and his biceps were wrapped around me. They were firm and well pressed up against my skin, because he was clenching so tightly. I was in a lock and he further expressed his control of me by leaning me back into his body. Before he had his upper body covered in leather. This time it was his pants, and I felt something at my back. It was hard, firm, and protruding. It was Joey, and it just got closer and harder as he pressed me back.
From across the room I could see Brian pick up a mess of leather with dangling straps from all sides. He shook it out revealing a heavy, duty black leather rough straitjacket. This was not the one I had seen in the car. It was considerably more advanced as it looked more solid and secure. There were straps everywhere on it! It was very extensive, very thick, and very supple. It was also very intimidating as my heart raced.
"Oh my God," I thought slowly, or as fast as I could given my state, this was it.
All my endless days of fantasizing came down to this. My dream was about to come true. Joey sensed my increase of heart beat and told me to just relax and that it was only a jacket. He said I was lucky to be fortunate to be placed into it. It was almost the size of my entire body! With the sight of this jacket, more blood rushed into my already pulsating hard on. I was ready to burst, and the jacket wasn't even on me yet. I couldn't hold it in, a load gushed out.
Joey laughed, "Yep, an extensive stay may be in order."
He then released my right wrist and stroked me. I was still entirely his even with just one of his hands holding my arms across his and my body. Even without my sedated mind state, there was no doubt in my mind that he would still have had me. All the flipping and flailing I could possibly do transferred into no movements of Joey's body. It was as if Newton's laws had broken down. All my force transferred into nothing upon Joey. I could build up all the energy I had, but it would do nothing in altering Joey's structural hold. Brian opened the black leather straitjacket towards my vulnerable body encased in Joey's arms. The noise of leather rubbing against itself and Brian's fleshy hands working it into the correct position kept my volcanic ejaculations coming. He held the jacket open and Joey began to outstretch my arms. I naturally tried to keep my arms from being extended. But it was useless. The weak muscles of my forearms and biceps were nothing compared to the granite works of Joey's. My resistance wasn't even noticeable. Joey outstretched my arms with great ease. No resistance on my part was great enough to show even the smallest sign of movement. The extremely cold sleeves touched Joey's skin and mine at the same time as our arms were pushed into the gripping sleeves of the jacket. It slid on tightly and coated us as one. Even my shivers from the coldness of the leather jacket were pacified with no contest by Joey's body. Then Brian clenched onto my wrists over the leather of the straitjacket and Joey released his clasp. At no time were my wrists free, they had simply shifted their grips. As Joey's hands came out of the sleeves they slid down my arms and he gently rubbed his hands sensually against my skin. Once he had worked his arms the entire way out of the sleeves, his hands fell down onto my hips. He caressed my skin and firmly squeezed.
"Mmm just relax," Joey whispered into my ear.
The leather jacket encasing my arms felt very heavy. By the look of it, it was also very reinforced. My hard on rubbed against the leather of the dangling straitjacket in front of me. It didn't dangle for long. Joey soon was tugging on the backsides of the straitjacket. Brian guided the sleeves of my arms across my chest and up over my shoulders and Joey found their respective ends and tugged on those two. Joey gripped tightly onto the back bulk of the suit.
They then pushed me over to a mammoth black leather couch that I hadn't been able to see before. It was at an angle to the back of the room where the door was. I had previously been restricted to see this side of the room due to the position of my pacifying brown leather wheel chair. Joey pushed me down onto the leather couch. My hard on fell gently against the ever-soothing soft leather of the couch. The rest of my body followed as Brian and Joey pressed me down, crushing my hard on deep into the grains of the leather overflowing on the couch. Then they diligently tugged on the sides of the already cold binding jacket. They looped the middle thick heavy back leather strap and tugged on it with a hard jerk until they were convinced that this was as tight as possible. Then they buckled it and slid the remaining part of the strap through its pinning leather loop. With every tug and shift, the skin of my hard on rubbed against the leather couch with increasing noise and the threatening restriction of the jackets hug upon me grew stronger.
After they had secured the middle back strap, it seemed to take them forever as they worked on four straps above this one, and four below it.

With each tug and re-tug and with each additional strap, the restraining straitjacket, hugged my body every so tighter and the pool I was producing on the black slippery leather supple couch increased. I was almost scared that the pool would run to where my face rubbed into the hard leather of the couch and that I would drown from it. I was immobile and would not be able to move my head to breathe if this happened. Fortunately, it did not happen. While restraining the back-straps occasionally one of their hands would run down my thigh and firmly caress it. This did not help the pulsating-ness causing my pool. I could imagine their bodies working above me. Leather from the waist down and flesh from the waist up. I could picture them struggling, not to control my meek movements, but to adequately secure the thick hard straps of the leather straitjacket as tightly as possible.
Finally all the back straps were secured tightly and I was pulled up to a standing position. Joey got in front of me and they guided my arms in the sleeves of leather slightly back in front of me and through loops near my armpits. Then they both tugged on these and strapped them as they had the back-straps. Yet this time additional straps were tugged which apparently held the straps of my sleeves to my back. It was crazy, a strap on a strap! I was having trouble breathing and I was breaking into a sweat. I needed to take deeper breaths and the increasing need for air did not help my situation. The jacket's extreme hug of tightness made it hard for me to take normal breaths. They both then guided two thick heavy padded leather straps down each side of my member. The two overly thick sensational sensual leather crotch straps came down from the front and up to the back. They firmly tugged on both and although the leather was padded and soft, it hurt a little near my member as they tugged. They tightened it so very much that the two straps merged together from my front and into my butt crack. It was a new feeling of captivity. I was almost split into two as they jerked the straps for tightness. They had just applied thick supple leather near my privates: my penis and my anus. In this it symbolized having control over these parts. The leather was not going to move. It was going to continue to have its pressure applied to these areas and stay wrapped around me and in control. The jacket now had an affirming hold on me. I could not squirm out of it because it bound the front of the jacket to the back with the firm straps up my ass crack. I tried to spread my legs in hopes the ass straps would slide down just a little bit. But it was no use, they were not going anywhere. The two leather straps firmly tugged and remained that way against my body.
Then they started working on two straps in my front to make my leather coated arms unable to go over my head. Like the straps in the back and my armpits weren't enough! They were in no way going to go over my head like the straps of prick Houdini's straitjackets. As they buckled them, I felt so hopeless. My eyes were looking right down at the straps being looped but my arms were bound across my chest and useless to do anything. It was so frustrating, my hands were like two feet away, but the lack of holes in my sleeves made my hands useless to do anything, but remain in their restrained state. I could do nothing but watch their strong fleshy hands tug the front strap into place. My arms were definitely not going anywhere. Next my soft supple leather collar was strapped against and around my neck with the strap applied overly snug; it went up right under my chin and caressed right up against my skin. They then checked and rechecked every strap and every body part. By this time the jacket was anything but cold. My body heat and my perspiration made the jacket considerably warm.
I was having trouble breathing and they told me to, "Just relax. The jacket has you and it won't hear of you leaving it, or maybe we should say, it won't hear of you trying to leave it."
They were right, the jacket was in no way going to let me leave, and in fact wouldn't even let me try to leave. True I was in a drugged state, but the reality of it all was that I could not even begin to squirm. There was simply no room! My arms were extremely tight in being wrapped around myself. They could go neither up or down and the leather slightly clung to my skin. I say only slightly because they had not finished strapping. Soon they fastened small straps that circled my biceps, and forearms. I struggled hopelessly against the straps, the leather, and their tugs. I went no where with it, the leather jacket continued to hug me and wouldn't budge, and they continued to strap. The smaller straps sealing the leather to my body made the leather stick to my skin. If I could dislocate my shoulder, which would not work anyway with this tightness, I would not be able to pull my arm away from its matching location of the leather. The leather literally was on me. I tried tugging my arms from right to left; they budged a fraction of a inch. Brian saw this and pushed my left side into his bare rock hard chest and firmly sculpted abs. He then pulled my right elbow towards him. He ordered me to take a deep breath and then let it all out. I did, and he said it wasn't good enough and had me do it again. I took in as much air as I could, but the tightness of the jacket's hug made deep breathes almost impossible. I then let out the air I managed to get in. A small amount of slack was produced because they instantly tightened more of the straps with very hard jerks, that almost knocked me off my feet. Joey would have easily caught me though, his body continued to press firmly against mine. This was ridiculous; I was theirs already, why nit-pick about a fraction of a fraction of slack! But they were experts and perfectionist I suppose. As I tried to breathe in again there was an even smaller amount of room to breathe. My chest barely moved with each breath; there was no room to expand my lungs. The leather was as tight as tight could be. I sensed they felt great pleasure in having me be in this straitjacket. I felt pleasure too, I loved the feeling of helplessness, and submissiveness that I was not only the leather straitjackets, but I was theirs! The fact that they were cocks only increased the sensation.

Soon the drug began to where down and I felt like I had more energy. Or was it just an illusion for not being able to move for the past twenty minutes! Twenty minutes was an estimate, I had no idea how long it was taking to secure and re-secure, tighten and retighten. When they had stopped probing and prodding they both gave me an individual firm hug. It was sensational! Then they both hugged me at the same time. Brian was in the front and Joey in the back. As Brian came to my front my hard on slid right under his crotch. He squeezed his legs together. Sensational! Then Joey simply grabbed onto me and hugged me. This time the hug was more of a "your not going anywhere; I've got you hug."
As I remained in Joey's arms, Brian unlocked the three deadbolts and stepped out of the room. Moments later I heard the squeaking of wheels. No not the wheel chair I thought. I was wrong. It was a full-length supple black leather stretcher. It looked as if it sank in like the wheel chair did and straps were everywhere. More straps I thought, how is this possible? They lifted me onto the stretcher. I faced the ceiling as I sunk in. I sunk so far in that the sides were almost level with the top of my body. I tried to squirm from side to side, but all that resulted was a mild squeak from the leather of the jacket rubbing up against the sides of the leather of the stretcher. There was no way I would be able to roll off, I would have to roll up out of the indent and then off. They pulled one of the overly thick leather straps around my waist. I heard the leather stretch and the tightness below my stomach as they buckled the hard leather strap. They repeated this with a strap over my stomach and then my chest. There was so much leather rubbing against itself. The leather of the stretcher's padded cushion was rubbing against the leather of my straitjacket. In turn the supple leather of my jacket squeezed against the overly tight hard leather straps of the stretcher. Plus Brian and Joey's strong fleshy masculine hands often wandered and rubbed into and against various folds and parts of my leather clad body. Next they placed my ankles into large leather leg hobble cuffs. I tried to fight with my legs, but the effects of the mild sedative and the dominance of their grasps made any effort useless. The hobbles tightly wrapped themselves around my flesh with Joey's pull of the strap. Then an additional strap was pulled across my hobbled ankles. There were so many double restraints. Straps on straps, leather on leather, and I was in the middle of it all. They just kept strapping and tugging. I was already unable to move, but they added a strap around my calves and my thighs. My neck was then restrained tightly. It almost cut off my breathing.
The stretcher was at the same level as the zippers on their bulging leather pants. Did they plan this? My face was very close at times to their homemade leather tents in their pants as they secured me. Then a gag was pushed firmly into my mouth. Why? I previously couldn't talk with the medication! Now a rubber leathery formidable gag filled my entire mouth. The gag was then tightly strapped behind my head. I was definitely muffled effectively. Then a hood was wrapped over my head. I could see out of two plastic eyeholes and I breathed out of the nose hole. I never heard of an institute doing this! The leather felt good over my face. It was there and would go nowhere; straps secured it in place and brought it into a new tightness. I was securely restrained.
They then began to wheel me down the hall. The leather of the straitjacket encased my helpless body. In turn, the supple sunken in leather stretcher encased the straitjacket and my entire body. I struggled with the twists and folds of leather. I hardly got any movements. The leather would faintly squeak against itself and my frustration would increase. All my struggles did nothing, the stretcher continued to move below me down the hall. There was nothing I could do about the moving stretcher much less the dominating jacket encasing my body.
Joey must have noticed my small futile attempts because he caressed my body by stroking me up and down with his dominating hands and said, "Take it easy. We’ve got you."
His words echoed in my head. Yes they had me. All I needed to do was lye tight, which required no effort at all. They took me into an elevator and we went down several flights of stairs. All I could do was hopelessly struggle. Soon I would be beneath the main floor, deeper into the realms of Calm Crescent and their dominate control. Soon we were out of the elevator and I was wheeled down various twists and turns of corridors. The floor must have been slanted because my feet were higher than my head. As I continued to struggle, I barely noticed the we had stopped. Joey tugged open a door which revealed massive black leather. The strong aroma of the leather filled my nostrils. They proceeded to unbuckle straps, but I felt no give. Then it became apparent. They were unstrapping the leather cushion I was bound to, from the stainless steel medal frame of the stretcher and soon I was lifted with the cushion and guided through the newly opened door. We slid through a leather hallway. Literally, there was leather on all sides. The floor, ceiling and walls were covered in leather. The hallway was narrow and their leather pants and upper body skin rubbed against the padded leather walls as they carried me through. Soon we entered a box. It was a leather cell. Again the floor, ceiling and walls were all dripping with soft supple black leather. This made the room very dark. As they carried me into the cubed room, they both tripped on the leather padded floor. The heavy padding of the floor made it uneasy to walk on and this was Brian and Joey mind you. I didn't think anything could hinder their performance. I couldn't imagine myself walking on the leather padding. I would stumble for sure and never get anywhere. The leather would subdue me down and into it. I was pushed into the corner and felt the leather-ness of the floor accept the leather-ness of my cushion.
The room reeked of leather. Its smell was ten times stronger inside than out. I couldn't imagine how much leather was contained in this room with me to emit such a strong smell. And I knew it would soon reek of my body sweat. I was very surprised that they did not strap me to the floor. I guess they wanted to let me be able to play with the restraint of the leather straitjacket against the leather cushion and on top of that the leather-ness of the thick bulky padding. The padding was truly thick. I could tell there were inches, maybe even feet of padding beneath it. I struggled with the restraints; I wanted so badly to have my hard on rubbed. Multitudes of leather padding lay before me. "Heaven," I thought.
Brian said, "Mark it has become obvious that it is in your best interest to have us extend your confinement here. You leave us with no other choice. Simply put, the signs you have just now shown us indicate that you can simply consider this your permanent place of residency. You have no possibility of release. You have signed legal documents that put you under our care and we will see that you get that care. Right now and frankly, always we will see you as a danger to yourself and a threat to society. If you at all disagree, we have witnesses including ourselves and that friend of yours: Ryan of how very in need of care you are. But don't worry, you cannot hurt yourself now, the straitjacket you are strapped into will see to that. You no longer have any rights here at Calm Crescent, but we most certainly have the right to get you care. Joey and I will personally manage your case. We will be with you every step of the way. And we do mean every step."
I could sense that Joey was smiling in all of this. Brian finished, "Now try to relax and get some rest, don't fight the restraints to much, it will only make them tighter and you will only become more frustrated with them and yourself. It is best not to make it hard on yourself. Just willingly accept our custody of you. You are now ours. This is the best thing to happen to you, TRUST US."









Trust Us 2:
Trust Us Both

Supple leather clung to his body as he pulled up his zipper effectively sealing himself in to his thick shiny black leather jacket. As Rick reached for his identically colored black leather gloves, he shouted, “Ryan, get a move on! Let’s go!”
Across the living room, sunken deep in to a black leather couch sat Ryan. He perked his eyes up from underneath a book and sighed, “Yeah, yeah, just a second.”
As Rick slid his hands inside his thick leather gloves, he grew impatient with his little brother. “Now, I said!” he barked as he marched over to Ryan, clamped one of his leather covered gloved hands around Ryan’s small wrist, and easily picked up Ryan’s thin framed body from out of the couch. “Visiting hours are gonna be over soon. We gotta go you little twerp,” Rick ordered.
It had been two weeks this Friday since Ryan last saw Mark right before psychology class. He had heard through the grapevine that Mark had become seriously ill and was admitted in to a hospital – a mental hospital to be exact. Ryan had been a good friend to Mark, but trekking off to a mental hospital deep in the woods off a lonely highway was not his idea of a good time. To complicate matters, Ryan was uneasy about the possibility that the leather fetish Mark constantly spoke of could have something to do with Mark’s current mental state. It was true that Ryan enjoyed the site of a hot man as much as Mark did, and sure, seeing one of the hot guys sporting a thick shiny leather jacket added to the guy’s hotness; but his appeal to leather never came to the point of a fetish like it did for Mark. The whole issue made Ryan uneasy and the fact that Mark was located in a health facility that was more like a jail than an actual hospital further complicated Ryan’s resistance to visiting Mark. He’d been able to successfully stay clear of the Calm Crescent Mental Hospital until his parents decided to make his older brother, Rick take him there. They had both said he had better go – at least once. After all, they were friends and Mark was always such a nice guy.
Once Rick had dragged Ryan to the front door, he finally released his tight grip on him. As Ryan was rubbing his now very sore wrist, Rick pushed Ryan’s small brown leather jacket hard against Ryan’s chest causing Ryan’s body to fall back against the entry way wall. “We’re going to be late. Get this on fast and maybe I’ll ease up on you little bro,” Rick asserted as he extended his leather gloved hand straight out and patronizingly patted it on the side of Ryan’s boyishly innocent face. Ryan slowly struggled to stuff his arms into his brown leather jacket. He made an effort to try to pick up the pace but his attitude toward the whole journey caused him to remain somewhat sluggish. Once he zipped himself up, Rick swatted a pair of brown leather gloves up against Ryan’s leather covered chest while adding: “It’s damn cold outside.” As Ryan struggled to get the gloves over his hands, Rick was already grabbing at Ryan’s leather covered shoulders and shoving him out the door towards his four-door Jeep Cherokee.
Rick’s jeep was not unlike the one that Joey and Brian had used to transport Mark to Calm Crescent just two weeks earlier. The windows were tinted and the seats were hugged with thick leather; however, Rick’s jeep had a red, not a black exterior and the supple leather inside was grey, not black.
Having successfully wedged his hands into his brown leather gloves, Ryan finally was managing to get up to speed with his older brother. The crisp coldness of the winter air propelled Ryan to the passenger side door. Before he could open it, Rick tightened his grip on Ryan’s body and pulled him back in to his leather-covered chest. Even through the thicknesses of their leather jackets, Ryan could feel his older brother’s chest muscles press firmly against his back. “Oh hell no little bro,” jested Rick as he opened up the back door, slid the child protection lever to the active position, and proceeded to guide Ryan up on to the grey leather seat. “I’m making sure you don’t try to get out of this one! A few more favors for the ‘rents like this and Dad says I may get that Motorcycle for Xmas,” Rick explained as he slammed Ryan’s door shut. Ryan immediately tried to open his door but the child protection lock kept the door sealed shut. Rick was now on the driver’s side of the car and surprisingly opened the back door across from Ryan. Rick activated the door’s child protection device while adding, “Now strap your seat belt on and be a good little boy, bro!” Rick slammed the door and finally got in to the diver’s side, started the vehicle, and proceeded down the road towards the back highway. Ryan was used to his brother’s cocky attitude so he simply sat tight somewhat glad to be out of the cold air.
Ryan let out a sigh of relief. He was pretty much in his brother’s control and oddly enough it was making the whole journey easier to bear. He didn’t really have to do anything; his brother was practically doing everything for him. As the time on the way to Calm Crescent passed, Ryan’s mind wandered off. He imagined what it would be like to see Mark. Mark would probably be all sick and pasty, laying in some stingy room with an IV up his arm, and not being able to comprehend that Ryan was even there. Rick turned off the main highway on to a dirt road. Ryan continued his daze of what would happen: Rick would nod acceptance that Ryan had finally fulfilled his parents’ obligation to see Mark. Then they would both get the hell of out there. It didn’t seem like visiting hours would last long, especially now that they were late. Ryan would be able to put the whole thing behind him and get back to his book.
Coming out of his daze, Ryan noticed that the woods were now extremely thick and the road was becoming increasingly windy. Ryan wondered how his brother was even going to find the place. Just when he thought they’d end up turning around, they entered a clearing that revealed a steeply sloped hill. On the top there stood a large solid concrete building with very few windows. The small amount of windows the building did have were either thickly glazed small glass block or completely covered with heavy steel black bars. A large tall and thick perimeter fence with mounted security cameras surrounded the entire building. Ryan had been right about the place being more like a jail than anything else. Dang, it was Ryan’s worst nightmare. He suddenly felt the pit of his stomach.
“You better be good little bro or I’ll leave you here. Ha. Ha,” taunted Rick.
“Oh shit,” thought Ryan, who was now thinking he should have tried to come alone instead of having to deal with Rick’s ego.
Rick slowly drove the jeep up to the main gate and halted. Unlike the side “admittance” gate that Mark had been taken through, this main gate was equipped with a small hut that contained two security guards, who were dressed in black cop-like uniforms complete with thick black leather gloves. One of the guards came up and leaned his arms inside of Rick’s window. The guard’s thick leather gloves were just inches away from Rick’s black leather jacket. “Can I help you?” the guard sternly inquired.
Rick responded, “You sure can bro. How do I go about getting my little brother a room in this place?” The guard laughed, intuitively picked up on Ryan’s uneasiness, and eyed Ryan with an authoritative smirk on his face.
The security guard seemed to want to continue “playing around,” appeared to be wrestling with his own thoughts, and then finally became serious and demanded, “Now are you boys going to tell me what it is that you are up to or am I going to have to take action for disturbing an officer?”
Rick gulped before responding, “Sorry Sir. We are just here to see a friend.”
The beefy security officer, reveling in Rick’s display of submission, shifted his stance in a straddling like fashion and announced, “Visiting hours were over fifteen minutes ago. Try back next week.”
Rick, not able to hold it in, swore. “Ah fuck.”
The security guard, totally unthreatened by Rick’s outburst, slowly pushed his leather covered gloved hand against Rick’s leather covered chest and soothingly said, “Easy bro, easy, we don’t want any trouble.”
Rick passively whined, “Ah, oh man, I’m sorry. It’s just that this was important.”
“Just move along home now buddy. Take it easy,” the guard soothingly added before patting the car window’s sill with his hand in a sign of dismissal. Rick put the car in gear and slowly veered away from the closed entrance gate.
Ryan could not have been more relieved. They were going home. He didn’t even let the possibility of having to return next week get him down. His parents might be satisfied with tonight’s attempt and not push them to have to come again.
Just as Ryan thought Rick was finally going to pick up enough speed to realistically put the hospital behind them, Rick suddenly veered off to the side of the road and stopped. “What are you doing?” Ryan uneasily questioned.
“Shut up little bro. This ain’t over yet,” barked Rick as he struggled to push his leather covered gloved hand into his thick leather jacket’s side pocket. The leather of his glove and his jacket squeaked together as he pulled out his cell phone. Within moments Ryan heard him say, “What’s up Joey? Hey, I am here, but the guard’s not letting us in. He says visiting hours are over. … I know, I know, but that’s a week away. … Listen, my bro really wants to see his friend, is there anything you could do? … … You are the best man, I owe you one.”
“Well you are in luck little bro!” taunted Rick. “One of my friends, who works here, is pulling some strings just for you! You better appreciate what I’m doing for you.” Ryan sunk his head down in defeat.
Within a few minutes, both security guards came out of the hut and waved them back over to a visitor parking space next to the gate. Rick smiled with glee shouting, “Yeah! That’s more like it!” After parking the jeep, the same security guard once again planted himself and his leather gloves on the sill of Rick’s window.

“Looks like you have a friend in high places buddy,” smiled the security guard. Rick smiled like it was Christmas. The guard continued, “For tonight, you may be able to bypass our regulations regarding visiting hours, but that doesn’t mean we won’t be doing everything else by the book.”
“Yes Sir,” answered Rick, who still could not be happier.
“We are going to have to search you and your vehicle. If everything checks out okay, we’ll be able to escort you up to the main grounds where you can see your friend,” explained the guard. Rick agreed to the procedure as the second security guard joined the first near Rick’s door. They told Rick to step out of the vehicle announcing that they’d each search one of them: the first guard would take Rick inside and the second would search Ryan and the vehicle together. The first guard opened up Rick’s door and helped guide his body up off the leather seat. Taking firm hold of Rick’s leather jacket-covered body, the guard swiftly guided Rick to a small room inside the hut.

Inside the guard hut, a small table stood in the center, an oversized black leather chair sat in the corner, and up against the back wall hung a short metal rod about seven feet from the floor. The guard took out a plastic bag and told Rick to stand face against the wall near the metal rod. The guard explained that he would have to search Rick in order to confiscate all personal items like car keys, wallet, pocket knife, or anything else he found in order to protect staff and visitors against patients who might use the items as weapons. He said a majority of the patients were a danger to others as well as themselves and that the security of the institution was of the utmost importance. Rick did not really care about all the formalities. He was willing to do whatever it took to please his parents and get that motorcycle. “Remove your jacket, your gloves, and your shoes,” requested the guard. Rick did as he was told and couldn’t help but feel a loss of man-hood as he pealed off his leather jacket, leather gloves, and his leather motorcycle boots that he had purchased as a precursor to the bike he hoped to be getting. The guard took each item from Rick and extensively searched each one before laying them on to the table. He had found Rick’s cell phone and some loose paper inside of his jacket. The guard placed these items into the plastic bag.
Next, the guard took his ring of keys from his security guard belt and proceeded to unlock a drawer in the desk and pull out a bundle of black leather. When Rick got a glance of what the guard was holding, he wasn’t able to recognize it as anything he had ever seen before. It looked like three thick leather belts. A large belt with two smaller belts attached to its side. “Place your hands on the back of your head and bow your head slightly forward. I’m going to have to slightly restrain you in order to continue the search,” the guard asserted. Rick felt a little uneasy about the situation. He was definitely not one to like being restrained. Hell, he couldn’t remember a time when he had ever been restrained. Still, he felt a certain amount of trust with the security guard. He had thought of himself as being on the same level as the guard especially since the guard seemed to have shared – at least initially- in his taunting of Ryan when they first pulled up to the gate.
Thinking of a new motorcycle and wondering “How bad could it be?” Rick cupped his hands on to the back of his head and slightly bent his waist forward causing his head to bow down.
“That’s it bud. Keep cooperating and this will all be over in no time,” affirmed the guard as he moved the leather belt device up to Rick’s head. The guard pulled the strap of the larger belt around Rick’s neck. The guard gently tugged the end of the strap in to the buckle behind causing the entirety of the leather strap to press against the circumference of Rick’s muscular neck. The coldness of the leather sent shivers up Rick’s spine. Sensing Rick’s recoil, the guard responded, “Easy buddy, easy.” Next, Rick once again felt the coldness of leather as the guard wrapped his leather gloved hand around Rick’s right wrist and expertly guided the wrist down to one of the smaller belts that extended on the right side of Rick’s new collar. The guard looped this strap around Rick’s wrist and tugged the strap tight before expertly buckling the strap. The guard repeated this process on Rick’s left wrist causing Rick to now have both of his wrists strapped to his neck. Just when Rick was getting comfortable and accepting his new situation, the guard re-visited each strap to assertively tug out any signs of extra slack that remained. This time the tugs on the straps were forceful, not gentle. Rick couldn’t keep his body from being pulled up towards the guard due to the excessive force the guard was using. Once the guard was satisfied that he had taken out every last bit of slack, he snapped in three locking devices over each buckle making it impossible for Rick to use his nearby fingers to undo any of the straps.
“You’re doing real good buddy,” commented the security guard, “You’re lucky I only have to use this restraint on you. You should see some of the stuff the patients have to endure!” Not wanting to even imagine what the patients might be subjected to, Rick tried to focus on which chicks he’d have a better chance with once he got his bike. “Now bow your head down more and move slightly forward,” requested the guard. The guard leaned in on Rick and grabbed on to a small metal device that Rick just now sensed was attached to the back of his leather collar. With the guard’s other hand, the guard reached up and grabbed the end of the metal rod that was hanging from the wall and clipped Rick’s collar to the rod of the wall, which effectively locked Rick in place.
The guard then positioned himself directly at Rick’s backside and began padding Rick down with his leather gloved hands. He started at Rick’s waist and gently prodded in to Rick’s jean pockets pulling out Rick’s chunky leather wallet, a pocketknife, and some loose change. The guard placed the items into the plastic bag. The guard then moved his hands upward along Rick’s sides and padded down the area below Rick’s pits as well as his chest and stomach. The guard then rested his gloved hands back along the sides of Rick’s waist. The guard’s leather covered fingers worked their way into the crevices of the ends of Rick’s shirt and gently began pulling Rick’s shirt upwards. Surprised, Rick flinched his upper torso as the guard replied, “Easy buddy, take it nice and easy.” The guard continued moving Rick’s shirt upwards until it reached the thick leather collar. The guard wedged the shirt in to the sides of the collar effectively causing the shirt to rest on Rick’s shoulders. Rick’s entire upper torso was naked and exposed. Satisfied that the shirt would stay up, the guard moved his gloved hands back down along Rick’s chest. The guard rested his leather-covered fingertips directly onto Rick’s nipples. Rick’s entire body recoiled including a slight springing of his cock as his sensitive nipples dealt with the pressure and coldness of the thick leather gloves. Rick tried to shift his torso hoping to slide his nipples out from underneath the tips of the guard’s leather gloves, but the guard simply pressed into his nipples more firmly, securing the leather gloves more firmly in place on top of Rick’s sensitive nips. The relentlessness and pressure of the guard’s leather gloves caused more blood to flow into Rick’s cock causing it to further spring. After what seemed like an eternity, the guard finally released Rick’s nipples and continued downward padding the rest of Rick’s torso, his abs, his sides, and his lower stomach. Once the guard’s hands returned to Rick’s waist, they began prodding against Rick’s belt.
As the guard found the belt buckle, he began unfastening it and stated, “The only belts allowed in the institution are our restraints. We can’t let anyone commit suicide. Your belt is a lawsuit for us waiting to happen.” Once unbuckled, the guard swiftly tugged Rick’s thick leather belt out from his jean’s loops and rolled the belt up before placing it into the plastic bag. The guard once again returned his leather gloved hands to Rick’s waist and began tugging at the seams of Rick’s jeans. His hands moved over to the front of Rick’s jeans and began inspecting the buttons and zipper that were holding Rick’s jeans up. Rick almost didn’t notice that the guard had begun undoing his buttons and gently sliding down his zipper. Once he had, he began to panic. This was going too far he thought. Instinctively, Rick tried to move his hands down to his pants to block the guard from removing them. As the guard began to tug Rick’s jeans down over his ass, Rick’s hands were still at his neck. The thick leather of the belts would not yield to his desperate need to stay clothed. Once again Rick tugged his arms downward, which only caused his entire head to shift downwards as the thick leather collar held his belted wrists in place. The rod he was attached to on the wall, slightly shifted downwards before coming to a halt just a few inches below where Rick’s head had originally been. It was no use. Rick could not get his hands down even a few inches, let alone the few feet it would take to be able to stop the guard’s hands from removing his pants. And before Rick fully realized the extent of his restrained predicament, the guard had lowered his jeans to his ankles and had returned his leather-gloved hands once again to Rick’s sides. As the guard began prodding at the crevices of Rick’s white boxer/briefs, Rick finally managed to process speech: “Hey man, what gives?”
In a distanced tone, that suggested he really did not have to address Rick, the guard responded, “Hmmm we run a top notch security facility here and we can’t allow some punk to sneak in a nail file just because we forgot to search his pants. Now relax or I’ll have to gag you.” Rick was now scared. There was no way in hell he was going to allow this cock to gag him. That was gay – that was way too gay. To make matters worse, Rick’s cock had not gone soft since the guard’s icy leather gloves had touched his nipples. In fact, it had grown.
Doing exactly what Rick had hoped he would not do, the guard’s left leather gloved hand found its way into Rick’s boxer/briefs. The guard’s hand gently approached the base of Rick’s shaft. Rick’s cock responded and actually gently rose up to make first contact with the leather of the gloved hand. The guard’s hand responded to the contact of Rick’s cock by firmly pressing in to it and then gently rubbing down along the shaft’s entirety. The guard finally wrapped his thick-gloved hand around the entirety of Rick’s cock completely encasing it with leather. Rick was beyond shock. He thought, “This could not be routine, could it? Yes, yes, it had to be routine. It had to be.” Rick made himself believe that he had simply misjudged the level of security this place had. The guard must simply just be doing his job. Making sure no punk taped a pocket knife to his dick. It had to be routine because Rick would not be able to deal with it otherwise.

As Rick was trying to justify the situation, the guard continued to firmly clasp Rick’s cock deep into his leather gloved left hand. The guard then moved his right hand, which was still on the outside of Rick’s boxer/briefs, on to the front of Rick’s package and gently began groping Rick’s balls through the thin cotton. Rick squirmed, but the guard’s gloved hand wrapped firmly around Rick’s cock kept Rick’s body steady. After probing and prodding Rick’s balls through his briefs, the guard told Rick to spread his legs. Rick let out a slight whimper of regret before slowly widening his stance. As he did so, the guard moved his hand further down around Rick’s balls and firmly groped the area between Rick’s balls and thighs. The guard then took this hand and slid it past Rick’s thin elastic band so that both of his leather-gloved hands were now inside of Rick’s underwear. Still keeping his left hand firmly locked around Rick’s cock, the guard placed his right hand back on to Rick’s balls. His hand was on the exact same spot of Rick’s ball sack that it had been before only this time there was no layer of cotton to protect Rick from the coldness of the guard’s supple leather glove against his sensitive skin. Keeping four of his fingers still tightly wrapped around Rick’s balls, the guard extended his index finger in to the crevice between the underside of Rick’s balls and his shaft. The guard pushed gently in to the crevice, which placed pressure on to Rick’s prostate causing his cock to enlarge to full mast. Responding to Rick’s added girth, the guard gently used his left hand that was still wrapped around Rick’s cock to slightly stoke his shaft. Just as Rick was starting to moan in regretted pleasure, the guard released Rick’s shaft and slide his left hand along the side of Rick’s body towards his ass. Applying extra pressure to the area below Rick’s balls with his right hand, the guard pressed Rick’s body backwards and began groping and inspecting the area between Rick’s ass-cheeks with his left hand. Rick’s crotch and ass were being sandwiched in between the guard’s thick leather gloves making it extra hard to squirm against the guard’s actions.
As the guard’s fingers neared Rick’s hole, Rick panicked and shouted, “What the fuck man!” To Rick’s amazement and relief, the guard stopped. He removed his left hand from Rick’s hole and his right hand from Rick’s balls. The guard took his gloved hands out of Rick’s boxer/briefs and stepped away from Rick. Rick heard the guard using his keys as well as the sound of the desk drawer sliding open. The guard stepped back behind Rick as he slid something around Rick’s head pressing it firmly against Rick’s mouth. It was a gag. Rick panicked at the site of the large oversized black leather gag and began to struggle. He tried to use his hands, which were at his neck to try to push the gag away; but his finger tips stopped just short of the guard’s thick leather gloves firmly holding the large leather strap of the gag.
“I told you that if you did not behave, I would have to gag you. You leave me no choice. Now open up,” ordered the guard.
“FUCK YOU,” shouted Rick, “I don’t want a fag probing at my ass. I demand to be - ” Before Rick could finish, the guard clamped Rick’s nose shut with his thick leather covered index finger and thumb. Rick began to hold his breathe immediately, not wanting to open up his mouth to breathe since he knew that if he did, the gag would be going in. There was something about allowing a man to gag his mouth that Rick could not allow to happen. It was like the ultimate humiliation for him. At this point, Rick would have rather allowed the guard to probe his ass all he wanted instead of being forced to deal with a thick piece of leather in his mouth. Rick’s body became more and more desperate for air. He kept saying to himself that he just needed to tough it out. Just a few more seconds and the guard would give up. “Just a few more….” he thought to himself. As air became more and more urgent, Rick began shaking his head back and forth trying to get the guard to ease up his grip on his nose, but the guard’s leather fingers firmly held Rick’s nostrils closed. Slowly Rick’s body began forcing him to exhale. Rick was releasing air from his lungs and soon he would have to replenish it. “That’s it buddy,” the guard commented, “You’re gonna need a nice deep breathe.” A tear began to well up in Rick’s right eye, as he couldn’t take it any longer. His body was forcing him to give in. Slowly Rick was made to release the firm grip of his jaw. His lungs ached, his torso enlarged, and his mouth gasped wide open. His lungs began filling with air and the guard firmly pressed the oversized thick leather gag deep into Rick’s mouth. Rick chocked. The gag halted the air intake he so desperately needed.
The gag hit the back of his throat causing his tongue to reflexively push back on the gag. But his tongue muscle was no match for the pressure the guard was applying on the gag. Rick needed air. He finally found it through his nose as the guard released the grip on his nostrils and immediately began looping the strap of the gag through the rear buckle and then tugging out any extra slack. As Rick’s mouth began filling up with salvia the guard clicked a locking mechanism shut at the back of the gag. Before Rick even began to fully negotiate the gag, figuring out how to deal with the extra salvia the gag was causing his mouth to produce, the guard’s gloved hands were back on Rick’s ball sack and in between his ass crack, right where he had left them prior to Rick’s outburst. Rick finally figured out that he had to constantly suck on the leather gag in order to get the salvia down his throat so he wouldn’t choke on it. This meant he was helping the gag stay in place by constantly sucking on it. Any attempts to push out the gag only made the salvia build up around his windpipe. It would cause him to choke and the gag couldn’t be pushed out anyway. As Rick’s tear found its way down his face, he began to submit to the gag. He had been broken. The gag was the straw that broke his back. He did not want it in him and here it was, deep inside. It was so humiliating that Rick’s will simply shut down. He allowed the guard to probe his ass and gently stroke his cock. The guard pressed his leather-covered finger gently up to his ass crack and slowly pressed it inside of Rick. Rick had been penetrated for the very first time. And it was by a man. The guard gently wiggled his finger inside Rick’s ass and then gently slid it back out. With one last stroke of Rick’s cock, the guard finally removed his leather-covered gloves from Rick’s underwear, pushed down Rick’s shirt, and pulled up Rick’s pants zipping them up and buttoning them into place. Even though Rick was once again fully clothed, he still felt completely naked.
Sensing his full state of submission, the guard patted Rick on the ass and soothingly said, “Now that wasn’t so bad now was it buddy? You’ve passed the inspection and I’m going to allow you onto the main grounds. Just sit tight, I’m going to check on your little bro.” The guard left the small room and Rick could hear the sound of two deadbolts being locked shut. Rick, still suckling on the gag, broke down into tears.
While the first security guard had been searching Rick, the second guard had started inspecting Rick’s vehicle. After the first security guard had guided Rick out of the front seat, the second guard leaned into the driver’s side of the vehicle and began searching the seats completely ignoring Ryan, who was still trapped in the backseat. The guard’s leather gloved hands creaked against the leather seats as he pressed his hands deep into the seat’s crevices. He made a few passes underneath the seat before closing the door and walked over to the front passenger side to repeat the process. Once finished up front, he then opened the back hatch and inspected the spare tire as well as some built-in compartments. Ryan grew anxious knowing the guard would soon be entering the backseat and would eventually be searching him. But once the guard was finished with the back of the hatch, he shut the door and proceeded to walk into the hut. Moments later he returned with a thick black leather duffle bag. The guard opened the door across from Ryan and eyed the child protection latch built into the inside framing of the door. The guard smiled, looked up at Ryan and rhetorically asked, “Your bro uses the child protection on you?”
Ryan searched for words to use to respond but the guard, who – without deactivating the child protection lock – closed the side of the door before any words could come to Ryan. Soon the guard was at Ryan’s door and upon opening it instructed, “Go ahead and slide back little buddy.”
As Ryan moved his body to the other side of the backseat, the guard climbed in. The weight of his body was much greater than Ryan’s causing the supple grey leather seat to sink in. The guard deactivated the child protection lock on the door he just entered and closed it shut. Ryan was now trapped between a door that would not open and the security guard.
“Well kiddo,” the guard spoke, “I’m just going to need to do a quick search and have you give me anything that could be dangerous to take inside. We gotta make sure everyone stays safe, understand?” Ryan nodded. The guard opened up his leather duffle bag revealing a plastic bag exactly like the one the first guard was using with Rick. “Go ahead and empty out your pockets for me,” the guard said. Ryan removed his wallet and a few candy wrappers but appeared to be unclear as to what to do with them. The guard smiled and moved his leather clad hand to take Ryan’s wallet. As he did, his leather glove rubbed up against Ryan’s delicate fingers. Ryan awkwardly placed the candy wrappers into a built in ash tray. “Okay now bud, I hate to have to do this, but it’s routine. I’m going to have to place your hands in to restraint in order to complete the inspection process. It will all be quick and painless,” informed the guard.

Ryan wasn’t exactly happy about what he was being made to endure all in the sake of friendship. He didn’t think the visit would be all that beneficial to Mark anyway, but he nodded in agreement to the friendly guard. The guard reached into his leather duffle bag and pulled out a device that was exactly the same as the one the other guard was currently using on Rick: a thick leather collar with two wrist cuffs attached to its sides. Ryan began to quiver and regret having nodded in agreement to the procedure. “Bow your head,” the guard ordered as he placed the collar portion around Ryan’s neck and securely fastened it in the back. One by one, he placed Ryan’s small wrists into the adjoining cuffs. The guard had to really tug at the straps in order to get the restraint to tightly encapsulate Ryan’s small wrists. It took getting the very last notch of the leather strap into the buckle before Ryan’s wrists were properly secured. Satisfied, the guard locked the collar and wrist cuffs and then wrapped the middle seat belt around Ryan’s thin waist and firmly tugged it tight. His leather gloved hands gently rested on Ryan’s waist and began to lift up Ryan’s shirt. Once the shirt was resting on Ryan’s shoulders, the guard began padding down Ryan’s naked supple torso with this thick leather gloves. Next, the guard removed Ryan’s shoes and inspected them. His leather gloved hands then returned to Ryan’s waist and began tugging at Ryan’s belt. The guard removed the buckle and slid the belt out from Ryan’s jeans; he wrapped it up and placed it in the plastic bag. His hands once again returned to Ryan’s waist, quickly unsnapped and unzipped Ryan’s pants, and began wedging Ryan’s jeans across his thighs.
In a less friendly tone than before, the guard firmly said, “Raise up your hips.” Ryan struggled to lift his body away from the supple leather seats. The guard was then able to wedge Ryan’s jeans down to his ankles. The guard then placed his leather-covered hands on to Ryan’s briefs, slightly groping at his thighs and subtly groping at his small soft package. Soon the guard’s thick leather gloves were at Ryan’s waistband and they began tugging his briefs down. Instinctively, Ryan once again lifted up his hips to allow the guard to get his briefs down. “Good boy,” praised the guard. The guard slid the briefs to Ryan’s knees and Ryan lowered his naked ass on to the leather seats. The guard gently groped Ryan’s shaft and balls and quickly slid his hand down under Ryan’s ass slightly probing his ass crack. Fully confident that Ryan was an innocent boy who wasn’t trying to sneak in a weapon, the guard ended the inspection by unlocking Ryan’s wrist cuffs and neck collar. Ryan slid his shirt back down, and raised his briefs and pants back up feeling somewhat violated but happy for it to be all over. As the guard opened up the car door next to him and helped guide Ryan out of the Jeep and into a waiting area inside the hut, Ryan whimsically wondered if they had found his brother’s pocketknife. Ryan plumped himself down onto the thick leather couch on the far side of the waiting room as the guard disappeared into the back hallway. After several minutes, the guard returned and informed Ryan that his brother had also passed the inspection and would be out in a few minutes.
Rick could hear the swing of the two deadbolts unlock behind him as both guards entered the room. Rick had begun to regain his composure but regretted that his restraint prevented him from being able to wipe away his dried tears. He’d hoped the guards would not notice. As the guards released Rick from his gag and began unlocking and un-strapping Rick’s wrists, the second guard asked, “Are you okay buddy?”
Rick nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine man, thanks.”
“He’ll be alright,” said the guard who had searched Rick. Rick just wanted to get his little brother up to see Mark and then get the hell out of there. He wasn’t about to jeopardize his chance at his motorcycle by leaving now, but he wasn’t eager to stay any longer than the visiting obligation called for. He felt that the worst was over and that since they had come this far, they may as well finish the visit. He tried his best to regain his composure. Yet, when he found his little brother waiting in the front area, he went up to him and gave him a hug.
He whispered in his ear, “Did they hurt you in any way?” Surprised, Ryan nodded his head no. “Good,” Rick whispered as he hugged tighter before releasing Ryan and patting him twice on the back.
As Rick turned to face the two guards, the second one began, “I can lead you guys up to the main complex. Joey’s expecting you, Rick.”
“Great,” Rick affirmed while glad that the guard who inspected him would not be joining them.
As they left the hut, Rick stayed close to his younger brother, Ryan, who was confused as to why Rick had such a sudden change in attitude. “Maybe Rick didn’t like having his genitals looked at,” Ryan hypothesized. The guard unlocked a small iron pedestrian gate in the massive perimeter wall and motioned them to enter. The guard relocked the gate and the three began the steep climb up the hill.
“We’ll go through a side entrance since visiting hours are technically over. Joey will be there,” informed the guard. They approached a door marked “Admittance” and the guard unlocked two deadbolts and motioned them inside. They entered a small room. Another large metal door stood on the inside left wall with two more deadbolts. In the right corner sat a blue eyed, blonde haired solidly built man fully dressed in a white orderly uniform. A thick chunky brown leather belt wrapped snugly around the man’s waist accentuated the V-shape of his torso. Keys dangled from the belt’s side. He was sitting in a thickly padded brown leather wheel chair. Straps hung off all sides and in all directions, but the energetic yet solid man was not restrained in any way. He was slouching and relaxed. He peered up to Rick and Ryan with excitement.
“Joey, my man!” exclaimed Rick.
“I had begun to think you guy’s wouldn’t show!” jested Joey. Joey then informed the security guard: “Thanks Rob, I’ll take it from here.” The guard nodded, closed the door, and bolted the two dead bolts shut. “Did everything go okay at the gate,” questioned Joey to Rick.
Rick hesitated, “Er, yeah, but is it really necessary to be searched so extensively?”
Joey became serious: “Hell yeah dude, if you knew some of the shit that went on here, you’d want even more security man!” Rick slightly agreed wondering what else could possibly go on that could be worse than what he endured. “So you must be Ryan,” Joey smiled.
Ryan responded with slight energy: “Yeah, um, thanks for letting us in.”
“For you my friend, anything,” Joey boasted. “Now let’s get you off to see your friend, er uh, what’s his name again?” Joey questioned.
“Mark,” Rick interrupted.
“Ah yeah, Mark. Oh he’ll be glad to see you,” Joey suspected. Joey took a ring of keys off his thick brown leather security belt and unlocked the two deadbolts in the massive door. He propped the door open as Rick stepped forward. Joey motioned to the wheel chair and eyed Ryan asking, “Wanna go for a ride?”
Ryan looked at the massive straps overflowing from the wheel chair and recoiled, “Ah, I dunno about all those straps.”
Joey laughed, “Nah, we won’t strap ya in.” He winked at Ryan.
“Okay then,” Ryan agreed as he sat down on to the leather wheel chair. He was surprised at how far he sunk in. Joey leaned in on Ryan and began tugging one of the straps near Ryan’s waist gentling working the strap in to the buckle mechanism. Ryan’s hands instinctively gently grabbed on to Joey’s thick wrists. Ryan wasn’t trying to physically stop Joey; instead, he was trying to non-verbally communicate that he did not wish to be strapped in. Joey’s hands stayed firm showing no signs of notice towards Ryan’s weak hands that lightly rested on top of them. Instead, Joey’s hands finished locking the strap tightly around Ryan’s waist. “I thought you said - ,” Ryan began.
Joey interrupted, “Well you have to at least have the seat belt on!” Ryan conceded his weak protest as Joey firmly grabbed hold of Ryan’s right wrist firmly pressing it against the inside of the thick brown leather cuff of the arm rest.
As he began to loop the strap, Rick’s strip search experience made Rick become protective and caused him to place a firm hand on Joey’s chest to try to move Joey back while saying, “Whoa, whoa dude, don’t strap him in like that.” Joey was stronger and bigger than Rick and his body didn’t flinch. He had the strap looped and locked around Ryan’s wrist before Rick could even realize that he would need more force to move Joey’s body, force that he may not even have.
Grabbing hold of Ryan’s other wrist, Joey moved to the other side of the wheel chair, finally looked up at Rick and said, “Don’t worry buddy, it’s just for safety. You don’t mind, do you Ryan?” Before answering, Ryan tugged his right wrist gently against the smooth chunky brown leather of the wrist cuff he was locked in and felt a tickle of energy flow through his arm up to his neck and down his spine. Ryan had never felt such a sensation before. It was mysterious and Ryan kind of liked it.
He looked up to Rick and then to Joey saying: “Nah, it’s kind of cool.”
But Rick felt uneasy about the whole situation and stated, “At least unlock his wrist man. I don’t like to see my brother like that.” Joey nodded, released Ryan’s left wrist and found a small key in his ring to unlock Ryan’s right wrist. Once the locking mechanism was released, Rick moved in and got the strap out of the loop. He was surprised at how much effort was required to tug the tightly bound strap up and out of the buckle. Joey had made handling the thick leather straps look so easy. It took Rick longer to simply release the strap than it did Joey to loop it tight, synch it tighter, and lock it. The thick leather slid away from Ryan’s wrist and the magic Ryan had experienced slowly subsided. Joey moved behind the wheel chair and began pushing Ryan forward as he motioned Rick to walk through the door. After wheeling Ryan past the threshold, Joey stopped to re-close and relock the two deadbolts of the massive door and returned his keys back to his leather belt.
Soon they all neared a central counter with a solidly framed, black haired, brown eyed man sitting behind it. His composure was solid and assured. He came off as a lot more serious than carefree Joey. “Yo Bri- these are the guys,” exclaimed Joey to the man at the counter. The man slowly looked up and individually eyed both Rick and Ryan. His gaze into their eyes was strong and left both Ryan and Rick almost transfixed.
“Ah, welcome guys,” offered the man as he stood up to greet them. Ryan was shocked to recognize the guy; it was Mark’s fixation.
Ryan’s mind raced, “The guy Mark couldn’t stop talking about. It was the guy with the thick supple leather jacket. He worked here?” How this all fit together, and yet didn’t fit together confused and intrigued Ryan.

“Rick, Ryan, meet my good buddy, Brian,” announced Joey. As Brian extended his hand to shake Rick’s hand, Ryan was about to stand up in order to be the next to properly shake Brian’s hand but the thick leather strap tightly cuffed around Ryan’s waist prevented him from moving upwards, let alone much in any other direction. Ryan became embarrassed that he allowed Joey to put him in the wheel chair. But without any sense of judgment, Brian walked around the counter and up to Ryan extending his muscular arm outwards. Ryan raised his hand and Brian firmly clasped it in a firm handshake. The tightness of his firm yet supple soft grip was much like the tightness and softness of the leather wrist cuff Joey had strapped on to Ryan. It sent the same mysterious tingle down Ryan’s spine.
When Ryan tried to break the spell and pull his hand away, Brian kept it firmly clasped. “Wait a minute, I know you,” stated Brian, “I’ve seen you around school before.”
“Yeah,” responded Ryan, “I think I’ve run into you a few times.”
“Well good to finally meet you kid,” Brian commented.
“Room 3?” questioned Joey to Brian.
“Yeah, room 3,” responded Brian, “There, we can all discuss a few things before you meet your friend.”
They all walked down the hallway to a room marked 103. Ryan became increasingly nervous about having to see Mark and yet hoped he’d be able to get some questions answered that were spinning in his head: “What exactly was wrong with Mark? Was it just a coincidence that Brian worked here? What else didn’t he know?” Brian unlocked three deadbolts on the door and motioned Rick to enter. Pushing Ryan’s wheelchair, Joey followed. Inside the room, two big huge black leather couches sat against an inside wall.
“Have a seat Rick,” Joey ordered as Brian closed the door locking all three deadbolts. Rick sunk down in to one of the leather couches and Joey wheeled Ryan next to him. Brian sat on the other couch to the side and Joey straddled the oversized leather armrest next to Brian.
Brian began, “We just want to prepare you Ryan before you see Mark. Rick, we can only allow one visitor at a time and since it’s getting late, well, just Ryan will be seeing him.” Rick could not care less. He’d rather not see the freak and it was one less thing to have to worry about tonight. Brian concentrated his attention on Ryan. Joey leaned in further towards Ryan as well. Brian continued, “Mark isn’t doing too well. I’m not going to go into the specifics, but I just want you to realize that he might not appear to be the same person that you know him as. He might look different; he might act different, from what you can remember. He also may try to threaten you or say things that just don’t make sense. We need you to be aware of these things before you see him. The goal is to not cause conflict or upset him. We want this to all be non-confrontational and a peaceful visit. If you have to agree with him, even if it’s a lie, it’s probably better than trying to argue with him if he’s not making sense. Of course Joey and I will both be there with you and we’ll end the visit anytime you want if you start to feel uncomfortable or if we think Mark may be adversely affected. We don’t want to hinder any of his progress.”
“Are you comfortable with all this?” Joey asked.
“Yeah, I understand. I’m prepared,” Ryan affirmed.
“Okay then, we just don’t want any trouble,” Brian remarked. He continued, “Rick, we’ll have you wait here.” Brian and Joey both stood up and Brian walked over to the door to begin unlocking the three deadbolts. As Joey grabbed onto the handles on the back of Ryan’s wheelchair and began spinning the chair around towards the door, Rick struggled to lift himself out of the overly padded sunken in leather couch to grab hold of Joey’s arm. He was surprised at how hard it was to get out of the innocent looking couch as well as how thick Joey’s arm actually was. Joey’s body was more powerful than he realized, and much bigger than his own. Joey noticed Rick’s struggle against the leather couch as well as the lightness of Rick’s uncoordinated touch on the side of his arm, slightly turned his head to meet Rick’s gaze and smiled in a cocky manner.
Rick requested softly, “You’ll watch out for Ryan, won’t you?”
Joey’s cocky smile expanded as he responded, “Of course bro, you can trust us – both Brian and I.” As Brian held open the door, Joey wheeled Ryan out of the room.
Brian followed them turning to say one last thing to Rick: “Don’t worry; we’ll take good care of him.”
Somewhat relieved, Rick stated, “Thanks.”
As Rick slouched back into the depths of the leather couch, he heard the three clicks of the deadbolts being bolted shut.
Once inside the hallway, Joey put the brakes on Ryan’s wheel chair. Brian firmly gripped Ryan’s right wrist and pushed it firmly into the leather wrist cuff. Joey tightly belted the strap and locked it into place saying, “Your brother can’t save you now little buddy.”
“Huh?” Ryan questioned.
“He’s locked up in that room and all the walls in this place are soundproof so he’s completely clueless,” Joey added. Ryan wasn’t sure if he should panic or enjoy the return of the mysterious feeling the leather restraints caused.
Brian then moved Ryan’s left wrist on to the second wrist cuff and interrupted, “Just the wrist straps Joey. This is just for safety Ryan.” Joey let out of a sigh of disappointment and firmly tugged, buckled, and locked the heavy-duty brown leather cuff around Ryan’s left wrist. Joey released Ryan’s brakes and Brian led the way down several long corridors and into an elevator. The elevator descended and several long corridors, twists, and turns later, Brian approached a door and unlocked three deadbolts. Brian held the door open as Joey wheeled Ryan inside. The room was small and completely empty. The floor was concrete but the walls were soft. Ryan soon realized that the walls were padded – deep soft pads from floor to ceiling. Once Joey had moved Ryan’s wheel chair into the far corner and had spun him around to face the center of the room, Ryan realized that the material of the walls was thick brown leather.
“Okay, I’ll be back with him,” Brian stated. Joey simply nodded and he and Ryan both heard the sound of Brian locking the three deadbolts behind him.
“Why are the walls padded leather?” bravely asked Ryan.
“Oh that,” Joey began, “they need to be soft in case things ever get rough. It’s hard to hurt yourself or someone else by banging up against nice soft leather walls. We’re constantly having to restrain guys and its much better for them if we ram them up against a leather padded wall to cuff ‘um, instead of hard concrete, don’t you think? Just like your wheel chair kid, you can’t hurt yourself in it now can you?”
Ryan began tugging at the restraints realizing that even though they firmly held him in place, they were extremely soft. Joey smiled at Ryan’s futile struggles against the straps as he squatted down in front of Ryan and began tugging at the straps that hung loosely around Ryan’s ankles. Joey began, “I know Brian doesn’t want me to strap you in more, but it’s just too much fun!” Joey tugged and worked the straps around Ryan’s ankles and locked them in to place. With each additional strap, a tingle shot up Ryan’s body and down his spine. Ryan became lost in the euphoria of the restraints as Joey continued positioning every single strap that had previously innocently hung loosely around Ryan’s body.
Joey synched straps around his calves, his thighs, and additional strap around his stomach, more straps around his chest, his biceps, and even his neck. Ryan was completely encased in the leather straps and Joey could not have been more gleeful. As Joey stepped back to admire his handy work, Ryan soon realized that Joey was starring at his crotch. Looking down, Ryan realized that his cock had grown full mast. Joey leaned in towards Ryan and once again squatted in front of him. Joey extended his hand towards Ryan’s crotch and firmly tugged against Ryan’s shirt and jeans. Ryan immediately shot his hands towards his crotch to protect himself from Joey, but the thickness of the brown leather cuffs held Ryan’s wrists firmly against the handrails of the leather brown wheelchair. Taking no notice to Ryan’s frustrations, Joey’s thick hand synched its way past Ryan’s cotton shirt, the denim of his jeans, and even the thin layer of cotton of his briefs. Ryan’s index finger and thumb found Ryan’s cockhead and firmly pinched it. The firm softness of Joey’s masculine hand made Joey’s cock arch further upwards as it pressed back against Joey’s thumb and finger. Joey wormed Ryan’s cockhead up out of his briefs exposing it to the musk air of the room. Joey released his pinching grip, moved his hand slightly back, and flicked his finger hard on to Ryan’s cockhead, further causing it to spring.
Joey laughed, “You’ve got a problem!”
Fully gagged and tugged tightly inside a thick leather strait jacket tucked deep inside a leather prison of thickly padded black leather walls, flooring, and ceiling laid Mark. He had become quite used to the padded cell having spent most of his time in it during the last two weeks since he had been committed here. Of course, he had no idea how long it had actually been. He had only been removed from the windowless cell to be taken to the bathroom and to be spoon-fed a few meals. Twice he had been allowed to exercise his body and to shower. But of all the activities, every single one of them involved restraints. Mark was either held down by thick black leather or the thick muscular bodies of Joey and Brian. Even the weight machines Mark was infrequently allowed to use contained thick leather restraints and with both Brian and Joey spotting him on the machines, there was no room to make maneuvers that they did not control. Mark had not been allowed to talk much. The drugs mixed in with his food or that had occasionally been firmly injected into his flesh caused Mark to spend most of his days sleeping. He was constantly groggy. So when Mark heard the sound of three deadbolts unlocking he expected to be dragged off and strapped to a toilet, but Brian had other plans in mind.
Brian struggled to make his way over to Mark. Even though he was in peak fitness, the overly thick heavy leather padded flooring and walls provided no friction for him to maneuver. “How you doing kid?” Brian asked as he finally managed to lean down and firmly clutch onto one of the multitude of straps that coated the back of Mark’s strait jacket. He began tugging Mark’s body upwards while the gag in Mark’s mouth prevented him from even beginning to try to address Brian’s question. Mark made no gestures of resistance as Brian slowly dragged Mark’s body towards the entrance of the cell. As usual, a thick black leather wheel chair waited for Mark at the threshold of the door. Knowing the routine, Mark plumbed himself down into the wheel chair as Brian began firmly restraining him to the thick padding. Mark already had tried everything to escape. Nothing worked. There were always too many straps, too many restraining devices, too much leather, too many muscles applying too great a force holding him into place, and too many drugs that were much too strong.

Once Mark was firmly strapped and locked into place, Brian began wheeling him toward the elevator. “We’ve got a surprise for you today kid,” Brian informed. Mark wasn’t even sure what he had said. His eyes were still trying to adjust to the lighting of the hallway after having sat in darkness for what seemed an eternity. His head still spun from the previous drug he had been injected with and his muscles ached from atrophy. Once inside the elevator they began ascending.
Brian continued, “You’ve got a visitor.” Mark wondered if he had heard him right. “It’s your friend from school. He made a special trip to see you so you had better be a good little boy,” Brian taunted. Mark’s brain went into over-drive. If there was a friend of his waiting to see him, hell if there was anyone from the outside waiting to see him, then there was hope. Hope that he could communicate his predicament. Hope that he could send a message to the outside. Hope that someone would discover that he had been tricked into being here. Hope that he’d have a chance at getting out. Suddenly Mark was overcome with energy; which unconsciously caused him to fight against his restraint. His arms tried to extend, his hands tried to reach, and he even tried to stand up. Of course, Mark didn’t move but less than an inch here and there. The thick leather of his strait jacket held Mark’s entire upper body in a supple soft embrace. His hands were firmly pinned under his armpits deep inside the thick folds of the double thick leather sleeves.
Reaching out had only caused his fingers to rub against the internal sleeve’s thick leather. The leather caused his fingers to bend back inwards. The outer layer of leather didn’t even move. The inside layer didn’t allow the futile movement of his finger’s to show through to the outside world. Extending his arms had meant that his elbows tried to move away from the center of his body to his sides. But again, the leather sleeves were snugly attached and firmly held Mark’s elbows near the center of his stomach. Trying to move them to the sides immediately strained what little extra slack the jacket provided, which Mark required in order to be able to extend his lungs in order to breathe. Needing air, Mark’s body unconsciously returned his elbows, which had not even moved a whole inch, back to the center of his body. From the outside, Mark had not extended his arms at all. The deep breath he required to take after his futile attempts to reposition his elbows was barely even noticeable to the outside. Brian was wondering if Mark had even heard him announce the presence of his visitor. Not even Mark’s attempt to stand showed any signs of movement. The thick leather ankles cuffs of the wheel chair were wrapped tightly against Mark’s legs. They extended from the bottom of his heel to nearly his knee. Three thick leather straps held them in place. The cuffs were extensively padded and had only slightly creaked when Mark tried extending his legs to stand. Mark couldn’t even hear the creak. Brian did and slightly grinned in response.
He placed his hands on Mark’s shoulders gently kneading into Mark’s back and stated, “If you try anything funny, you’ll regret it.”
Mark had figured taking advantage of this opportunity would not be easy. He knew Brian and Joey were smart and he had to come up with a way to get a message across without making it obvious as to what he was doing. If only he knew who the visitor was, he could start plotting. His head hurt so badly that it was hard for him to begin to think. And he didn’t have much time. The elevator doors slid open and Brian began moving him down the long corridor. Brian stopped at a door but didn’t proceed to unlock or open it. Instead, he reached in to the chest pocket of his white uniform and pulled out a small leather pen-sized case. He opened the leather folds of the case and removed a small syringe filled with a thick liquidly substance. Brian cocked Mark’s head to one side from behind with one hand and Mark began to realize what he was doing and panicked with frustration.
“No, no, no,” screamed Mark. But the thickness of his leather gag only allowed the release of a faint “mmmph” sound. Mark knew Brian’s thick muscular grip would be too strong for Mark to be able to push away so he didn’t even try to buck his head and soon felt the familiar prick of the needle against the side of his neck.
Brian slowly returned Mark’s head to his original position stating, “That’s a good boy. Either the restraints are too strong for me to notice or you didn’t try to resist that time. Pretty soon I won’t even have to use force.” Irritated, Mark tried to focus on a plan of action. He didn’t feel any affects from the drug yet, which still meant he had time. Brian unlocked the three deadbolts and pressed open the door.
Inside Mark could see Joey’s back and it looked like he was hunched over someone. Brian wheeled Mark in stopping the wheel chair a few feet from Joey’s back and closed the door, locking all the deadbolts back into place. Joey tugged the bottom of Ryan’s t-shirt neatly over Ryan’s cock-head that he had been playing. Joey then extended his back upward to stand before turning over to face Mark with a playful smile. “There he is!” he exclaimed as he gently reached forward and patted Mark’s leather covered shoulder with his hand. As Joey stepped to the side, Ryan finally took his first glimpse at Mark. He was stunned and wasn’t sure at first if it was really him. All he could immediately process was the extensive amount of black shiny leather. There was leather all over Mark’s body. His upper torso was completely encased in a jacket. His legs were barely recognizable as all Ryan could make out were thick heavy cuffs that extended almost the entire length of Mark’s calves and thighs. Mark’s mouth was completely covered by a band of leather that wrapped around the back of his head. Ryan was finally able to see past the leather and recognize Mark’s brown eyes peering anxiously into his own. Glancing up towards Mark’s gently combed brown hair; Ryan finally knew it was him. Ryan’s body reacted to his recognition of Mark by trying to extend closer to Mark but the leather wheel chair he was strapped into halted any of his attempts. The leather cuffs were not sending any tingles up Ryan’s spine this time. They were making him mad and frustrated.
It had also taken a few moments for Mark to recognize Ryan. As soon as Joey had stepped away from blocking his view of Ryan, Mark had realized that whoever was visiting him was extensively strapped in the brown leather wheel chair Mark had been so expertly restrained in the first day he got there. Once Mark’s eyes moved past the leather restraints and up to the victim’s face, his head filled with hope and regret that it was Ryan. Mark was so glad someone he knew and trusted was feet away from him and so frustrated and scared that he was also fully restrained. Mark fully remembered that wheelchair and knew there was no way out of it.
“Could you let me out of this chair now?” Ryan anxiously requested looking up to Joey. Joey had not yet responded when Ryan continued, “please Joey.”
“Nah,” stated Joey as he shook his head, “not until after the visit. Remember what we talked about, no conflicts.”
“Mark. Hey…” Ryan began as he attempted to lean forward as best he could. The straps around his chest did not allow him to get far. Having trouble breathing, Ryan returned his chest back to its original position.
Mark tried to communicate his knowledge of an urgent message to Joey through his eyes. Ryan could sense that he had something desperate to tell him.
“Can, can, you at least let him talk?” asked Ryan.
“Of course,” Brian answered, “but let’s just give you guys a few more moments to adjust to each other. It’s best to take these things slow.”
With great hope Mark started thinking of what his first words would be. He was still not feeling any effects of the drug.
“Just relax guys,” Brian soothed, “just relax. It’s been a while since you’ve seen each other huh?”
“Yeah,” Ryan quickly responded, “It’s been two weeks now.”
Mark wondered if his head was beginning to feel heavier or if it was just his own brain playing tricks on him. Thinking that Brian might be waiting to see signs of the drug working, Mark slowly closed his eyes and gently opened them half way. Brian’s only response was placing his hands on top of Mark’s shoulders and gently rubbing into his back, firmly kneading his shoulders like he had done so many times before. Soon Mark began to feel a lot weaker and he knew it must be the drug. Brian’s hands moved from Mark’s shoulders to the back of his head and slowly began unlocking and unbuckling the strap that held Mark’s gag firmly in place. Mark tried to fight the sedative that was making his brain increasingly foggy and his whole body weak. “You feeling okay buddy,” Joey offered. Mark hated how they constantly asked him how he was doing when he had a gag in his mouth and could never respond. Soon the strap of the gag was loose but Mark didn’t have enough energy to try to force the gag out. He needed Brian to tug it out for him and then he’d scream at Ryan to get him out of there. Recognizing that Mark needed some help, Brian slowly moved his hands to Mark’s mouth and slowly began working the gag outwards. Then he stopped.
“No, I need it out now,” thought Mark causing a surge of pain to throb through his brain.
Brian looked up at Ryan and asked, “Do you know what you are going to say to him?” Ryan nodded enthusiastically. Brian returned to gently tugging the gag out of Mark’s mouth. The salvia in Mark’s mouth clung to the gag resisting its movement outward. Finally, cold crisp air met Mark’s lips and then his tongue as he began to cough. The gag was out and here was Mark’s chance. Mark tried to scream at Ryan to let him out but his vocal chords weren’t screaming; they were trying to fight against the effects of the drug to even manage the formation of a whisper.
“Ry- Rya- “ Mark began to utter. He couldn’t help but stutter on his own words and wasn’t exactly sure if he was even talking out loud. The drug was taking over.
“Yes Mark? I’m here,” Ryan enthusiastically replied.
“It’s no, It’s not, It’s not righ-,” Mark continued.
“Huh?” Ryan asked.
“Easy Mark,” Brian instructed as he cupped Mark’s forehead and then gently groped his neck in a massaging manner causing Mark’s vocal cords to further relax and give into the drug. “Don’t over-strain yourself. You’ve been very weak today,” Brian continued.

The sedative Brian had administered was almost in full control of Mark’s body and for a moment Mark forgot where he was or what he was doing. But just like your brain can, out of nowhere suddenly alert you that you’ve over-slept, Mark’s brain suddenly jump started Mark’s alertness. “I shouldn’t be here,” Mark blurted. He tried to continue, “I was trick-.” But before he could finish the word “tricked,” Brian’s thick muscular hand had cupped Mark’s mouth shut.
“You’re over exerting yourself and you might faint. Just relax,” Brian ordered. Trying to cope with Brian’s thick muscular hand pressing smoothly into Mark’s lips, Mark’s brain began to drift off. The sedative had become too much for him to handle. His brain left the room completely and his head slowly began to drop to one side. Brian released his grip from Mark’s mouth and gently guided his falling head down to his shoulder.
“What was he trying to say?” Ryan stammered. Joey clamped Ryan’s mouth shut just as Brian had done to Mark.
“Easy buddy, this has become too intense for him,” Joey stated. Joey and Brian exchanged nods. Ryan relaxed his mouth in to Joey’s supple hand.
Finally, Joey slowly removed his hand from Ryan’s lips and Brian started, “Mark thinks he doesn’t have a problem and he thinks he doesn’t belong here. But as you can see, he can barely work up enough energy and selfhood to address his own friend.”
“It’s really sad,” Joey added, “we really wish he would come to grips so we could help him get better.”
Ryan looked down in regret. He wasn’t sure if Mark was in trouble because of what this place was doing to him, what his own mental state was doing to him, or if it was a combination of both. He wished there was more he could do to help Mark’s situation and he felt determined to get to the bottom of it all. Brian unlocked the door and began wheeling Mark out of the room. Ryan watched Mark’s lifeless body disappear into the hallway. Brian closed the door and relocked the deadbolts and gently looked down at Mark who was now sound asleep in the chair. “That was a good boy Mark,” Brian said to himself, “That’s it, let the drug do its job, just relax.”
Back inside, Ryan asserted to Joey, “He said he was tricked?”
“He’s so confused right now Ryan” Joey explained, “He’s said so many things to us that just don’t make sense.” Joey began un-strapping Ryan from the wheelchair. Ryan’s mind was so focused on the state of his best friend that he didn’t even recognize his increased freedom. Soon he was fully unbuckled. Fully concentrated on Mark’s situation and fully free from the confines of the wheel chair, Ryan unconsciously dismissed Joey’s previous actions as playfulness.
After placing Mark back into his leather cell sound asleep, Brian returned to Joey and Ryan and the three of them headed back to room 103. Rick could hear the swing of the three deadbolts. Ryan entered first and a sigh of relief passed over Rick. He was so glad to see his brother all in one piece. Rick extended his hand to Ryan’s shoulder and as Joey and Brian entered the room, Rick asked, “How did it go?” They explained that Mark had been completely out of it and Ryan expressed his concern of how he hated to see Mark like that.
With Ryan and Rick sitting side by side on the large leather couch and Joey snuggled firmly into the couch opposite them, Brian straddled the oversized arm-rest next to Joey and began, “You know Ryan, there is something you could do –.” Ryan eagerly looked up to Brian as Brian continued, “You seem to be the only friend Mark’s got and he really seems to respond to you.”
“Yeah,” Joey added, “I’ve never seen him so anxious and desperate to connect to someone.”
“Maybe you’d be willing to help us with Mark. Stick around for a while or –,“ Brian suggested.
As Ryan’s eyes perked with interest, Joey interrupted, “Hell, work for us for a few days, spend the night here, anything you could do.”
Brian continued, “It would be best if you could be here when Mark has more energy but we never know when that is going to be and as you guys know, visiting hours are so limited here.”
“What are you guys talking about,” Rick interjected, “You want Ryan to stay here and help?”
Brian responded, “Well, we could set something up so you get paid, like for community outreach or something. We’ll think of something. But I really think if you could be here and catch Mark on one of his upbeat moments that you could help us communicate with him and get him back on track.”
Joey asked, “Could you stay the weekend? At least just the weekend?”
Ryan couldn’t get the image of Mark’s helplessness out of his mind. “Can’t I stay the weekend?” Ryan asked Rick.
Rick looked down in hesitation. He was reluctant to leave his bro at this place. “You guys even have a place for him to sleep?” he asked.
“Hell we got tons of beds here,” Joey smirked, “We’re always spending the night here. You know you can trust us both with him, Rick? Didn’t we take good care of you while your bro wasn’t around?” smiled Joey to Ryan.
Immediately Ryan nodded yes. He wanted to help his friend.
“Alright, but you’ve got to call Mom and Dad and make sure its okay with them,” Rick conceded.
“Oh, they’ll love me for doing this,” Ryan exclaimed, “Thanks guys, I really want to help.”
After a quick phone call to Ryan’s parents from the main station where they had first met Brian, Ryan was allowed to spend the night. His dad had to fax in a note giving Rick, who was legally of age, proxy to vouch as Ryan’s legal guardian. Rick and Ryan had to fill out a few forms. Joey and Brian explained that it was just a formality to make sure no one got into trouble and explained that they had extra clothes and toiletries that Ryan could use. They’d plan on him staying for the weekend with the possibility of cutting it short if Ryan needed or extending it if things worked out. Rick told Ryan that he was to call him at any time if he needed to come home. Rick said that Ryan need not feel bad if he needed to come home because he could always come back another time to help Mark.
Once Joey was ready to escort Rick back down to the gate, Rick gave his little brother a firm hug. It was an emotional moment. Rick was giving up his ability to protect his brother and placing that responsibility into Joey’s hands. Rick had hoped he’d be taking his little brother back home with him. He was even going to let him sit in the front seat.

With one last goodbye, Joey led Rick away past his little brother, past Brian who was currently kneading his hands into the back of Ryan’s shoulders, past the small side entrance room, past all the dead bolted doors and gates, and into the small entrance hut which had been completely closed down for the night. Rick was relieved that he did not have to run into the security guard that had searched him. Inside the hut, Joey returned Rick’s items and led him back outside to his car. From inside his red jeep Cherokee, Rick waved one last goodbye to Joey as he veered his car away from the gate and slowly proceeded into the woods down the long windy road.
Joey and Brian found Ryan a room for the night. It was a small bedroom with an attached mini bath, which contained new toiletries wrapped in plastic. Neatly tucking himself into the bed, Ryan had trouble falling asleep. All he could think about was Mark.
Mark’s brain slowly regained consciousness as his eyes slowly crept open. He soon realized that he was not in his strait jacket or his leather cell. Instead, he was laid out on a bed in a small conventional room. His wrists and ankles firmly locked into thick chunky brown leather cuffs that were firmly attached to the mattress. A strap wrapped his chest, his waist, and his thighs. It was the same room he had spent several nights in every so often when Brian had figured his arms were getting too sore from the strait jacket. Soon Mark heard the familiar swings of the door’s deadbolts and wondered if it was going to be bathroom or feeding time. As the door swung open, he was stunned to see a familiar face. It was Ryan. “Ryan!” Mark exclaimed as Ryan quietly closed the door behind him and rushed to Mark’s side.
“Shhhhhhh!” Ryan whispered, “We don’t’ have much time.” With keys in his hands, Ryan swiftly began unlocking Mark but struggled to remove the straps. They were done up way too tight.
“How did you…what are you…what’s going on?” Mark asked.
“I’m getting you out of here, that’s what buddy,” replied Ryan.
“Oh Ryan!” you don’t know what they’ve done to me; you don’t know what I’ve been through. Oh, you don’t know how happy I am to see you! I tried talking to you and telling you but they drugged me. I couldn’t help but fall asleep in front of you,” Mark expressed.
“Look,” Ryan responded, “none of that matters now.” Once Ryan had finally managed to tug out the thick strap around one of Mark’s chunky wrist cuffs from the buckle, Mark finally had a free hand to help Ryan finish getting him out of the restraints. The whole process was arduous because neither of them were very strong, they were both in two much of a hurry, and Mark’s head was still foggy from all the drugs he’d been dealing with.

Once Mark was finally fully free, he asked, “How are we getting out of here?”
Ryan quickly responded, “Both Joey and Brian are asleep. I’ve got all the keys we need and I know the way. We just have to keep quiet and watch out for any cameras.”
“Oh man, I love you dude,” Mark enthusiastically expressed. Mark struggled to make his way off the bed; his body was unfamiliar with the ability to freely move. Once on both feet, Mark’s body instinctively stopped to stretch. It just had to and boy did it feel good. Extending his muscles in all directions, Mark let out a huge sigh of relief: “Oh man, to be able to breathe freely again!” As they both headed for the door, Ryan began searching for the key to release the latch on the door, which had snapped and locked shut once Ryan had closed it. Before finding the correct one, Ryan’s gaze was adverted away from the keys and onto a shiny object that sat crumpled on the floor against the wall. It was thick, supple, black, and leather. It had straps extending from it in all directions, heavy-duty metal buckles, and damn it was so shiny. It was Mark’s straitjacket. Mark realized what had caught Ryan’s eyes and stated, “Isn’t that an insane contraption?”
“Yeah, no shit,” Ryan responded as he bent over to touch the thick supple leather. Ryan went deep into thought.
“What’s wrong?” Mark asked.
“Listen Mark, we’re getting out of here, I know we are. But, I can’t help but think of all those things we’ve talked about. You know…” Ryan expressed.
“Ah, you mean leather and stuff?” Mark responded.
“Yeah, exactly,” Ryan responded. “Listen,” Ryan continued, “I have to say once we’re out of here we’ll never be back.”
“Hell, you’ve got that right,” Mark interrupted. Ryan began picking up the leather strait jacket; its thick leather glistened in the light.
“We’re never gonna see a jacket like this ever again,” predicted Ryan.
“You want to take it with you?” Mark probed.
“No, it’s too noisy. The clanking of the buckles and straps might hinder our escape,” informed Ryan.
“Forget it then dude; let’s just get out of here!” Mark exclaimed.
“I wanna look at this; we’ve got plenty of time. Their shift isn’t for another five hours,” Ryan asserted.
Mark trusted his best friend and was pretty sure they’d be getting out. After all, Ryan had the keys to the kingdom. But Mark was still eager to leave sooner than later. Mark impatiently watched Ryan inspecting the jacket. Ryan opened up the back and moved it towards Mark saying, “Don’t you wanna see how it felt, just one last time?” Mark’s gut reaction was to reject the jacket as he began turning his head away. But his eye caught glimpse of its supple exterior shimmering against the light and caused Mark’s gaze to linger on the supple leather jacket. “That’s it,” Ryan softly responded, “just feel it again Mark; feel into the sleeves.”
“Nah Ryan,” Mark rejected.
“Just have a seat Mark, we need to talk,” Ryan asserted as he began gently moving his body and the jacket towards Mark causing Mark to gently move back and press the back of his thighs gently against the foot of the bed. Ryan slowly continued moving closer causing Mark’s knees to buckle and sit on the edge of the mattress. “I want you to just put your hands in the sleeves again; that’s all you have to do. I need you to prove something to me.” Mark slightly moved his hands forward but stopped short of the jacket’s sleeves.
“What do you need me to prove?” Mark began as Ryan pressed the jacket against Mark’s half extended arms.
“You’ll see. Now just feel inside,” Ryan continued as Mark’s hands made further contact with the thick leather sleeves. “That’s it, we’ve got plenty of time to leave; this will just take a second. Now close your eyes Mark; just close your eyes,” Ryan repeated.
The repeated suggestion caused Mark’s eyelids to slowly close causing his sensations to get lost in the jacket. Ryan eased the jacket’s sleeves up over Mark’s shoulders and Mark once again found his home inside the leather strait jacket. It was cool and soft. It embraced Mark and offered no signs of overt authority. Un-strapped, the jacket was completely harmless and Mark felt at ease. He couldn’t resist the jacket’s innocence. Ryan was being assertive for the first time and Mark couldn’t help but trust him. “I think I should get my arms out now,” Mark began as his brain tried to return to reality.
“No, just a few more seconds, just relax,” ordered Ryan as he moved on to the bed behind Mark synching up the jacket’s sides over and around Mark’s back. “I just want to see how this works,” he informed as he tugged at some of the back straps and looped the middle one tightly around Mark’s back.
“Ryan, don’t be doing that okay?” Mark weakly requested.
“Mark, it’s only one strap, you’re still completely free. You’ll be fine. We’ll never be back here again,” Ryan responded.
Mark wanted to stand up and leave the room. But the door was still shut and he needed Ryan’s keys to unlock it. Hell, his arms were back in leather-covered sleeves. He’d need Ryan to unlock the door even if he had the keys.
"You like the feel, don’t you Mark?” Ryan asked as he strapped up a second back strap.
As Ryan began strapping a third back strap, Mark was beginning to feel uncomfortable about the whole situation and asked, “You’re not going to strap up the whole thing are you?”
“So what if I do Mark? You know I’ll let you out. This jacket is just so intriguing. You have to realize, I mean, you kind of look transfixed in it. I’m beginning to understand why you like leather so much,” revealed Ryan.
Mark tried to process Ryan’s words as Ryan finished the final back strap and clasped his hands over Mark’s arms to begin crossing them around his chest and pull the arm strap around Mark’s back.
“Don’t strap the arms, Ryan, okay?” Mark requested.
Ryan stopped, leaned in to Mark’s ear, and whispered, “You’ll be fine.”
Mark didn’t begin to resist until the strap was firmly pulled into place. Once he began to try to extend his arms away from being strapped, the thick grip of the supple jacket was already holding his arms firmly in place. They were trapped. In defiance, Mark stood up.
“Let me out now. Okay? We need to get out of here,” Mark exclaimed.
“Sure thing,” said Ryan, “All I gotta do is the crotch straps. I’ve come this far with it, I gotta complete it.” Ryan reached around Mark’s crotch and strapped one of the straps in to place. It was then that they both heard a noise from the hallway.
“We gotta go Ryan!” Mark exclaimed.
“Just this last strap, damn I just need one more strap to finish it,” Ryan urged completely transfixed with the jacket and unable to leave it incomplete. Mark couldn’t wait any longer. He turned to Ryan and arched his body to Ryan’s jean pocket where the keys were. Ryan backed his waist away.
“You want the keys?” he taunted. “Go ahead, take um,” he finished as he moved his waist back towards Mark.
Mark bent over to Ryan’s waist positioning the thick leather sleeve that contained his hand up to Ryan’s pocket. He could see the keys budging out of Ryan’s jeans. But his fingers couldn’t even feel them. All his fingers could feel was the thick leather of the jacket. He couldn’t feel the denim of Ryan’s jeans. He couldn’t feel the keys, but he knew the jacket was rubbing against them. All he could feel was the supple leather deep inside the jacket. His attempt was useless.
Satisfied, Ryan laughed, “You can’t get them can you? You’re trapped up in the jacket. Now let me get the crotch strap so we can go.”
Mark reluctantly consented and Ryan grabbed the crotch strap and tugged Mark in. Mark rushed over to the door and anxiously waited for Ryan to unlock the deadbolts. Ryan slowly reached into his jean pocket and took out the keys stumbling to find the correct one. Finally, Ryan got the door open. Fully strait jacketed, Mark desperately peered his head out of the doorway only to see the backside of a beefy orderly walking down the corridor away from the room.
“Shit,” Mark cursed.
Ryan interrupted, “We can still sneak to the elevator; he’s walking the opposite way.”
Mark desperately looked down to the jacket he was strapped in. Noticing his predicament Ryan offered, “There’s no time! I’ll unstrap you once we’re in the elevator.”
As the orderly turned a corner at the end of the long hallway, the coast was clear and the two quietly snuck down the hallway in the opposite direction. Once at the elevator, Ryan hit the “Up” button. After a few moments the door opened.
“What floor leads out?” asked Mark.
“I think it’s L,” said Ryan. Mark impatiently pressed the button with his forehead causing “L” and “G” to light up.
“Fuck,” said Mark.
“Relax, it’s on the way,” soothed Ryan.

The elevator doors slowly closed and they began ascending. “Start un-strapping me,” Mark requested as he turned his back to Ryan. Ryan began tugging on Mark’s crotch straps. Having released one, the strap fell down and loosely hung between Mark’s legs.
“No, no, do the arms first, not the crotch,” insisted Mark. Ryan moved his hand up to the arm strap as the elevator door swung open at “G” revealing a small empty reception style room with two massive black leather couches. Ryan released his hands from the arm strap’s buckle before being able to unbuckle it. He needed his hands to hit the “close door” button. Frantic and distracted, his hands returned to Mark’s straitjacket and began undoing the other crotch strap instead of the arm strap he had been starting to work on. As the elevator rose to “L” the other crotch strap fell loosely between Mark’s legs. As the elevator doors began to open on to floor “L,” Ryan was finally able to undo Mark’s arm strap. Sensing the slack in his arms, Mark quickly began trying to wedge his arms out of their hug as he and Ryan both looked up out of the elevator to discover the same set-up as found on floor “G.”
Two leather couches sat against a wall. With Mark’s arms still fully encased in the leather sleeves, but finally free from hugging himself, Mark began trying to tug on the buckles behind him. As they both stepped into the small room, they noticed two large front doors to their left and a front counter on their right. Mark didn’t recognize the man behind the counter, but Ryan did. It was Rob, the security guard that had searched Ryan. Rob looked up in surprise as both Mark and Ryan sprinted towards the front doors. Of course they were locked but Ryan began fumbling through his keychain to find the correct key.
Slowly getting over the shock of seeing Mark half-way trussed up in a strait jacket being accompanied by Ryan, the little innocent boy he had searched, Rob made his way out of his thick black leather chair and began moving towards them asking, “Hey buds, what’s going on?”
Still frantically searching for the right key, Ryan whispered to Mark: “He may be on our side. I met him at the front gate earlier.” Waiting for Ryan to find the right key, Mark kept prodding at the straps on his back; the thick leather encapsulating his fingers made trying to grab hold of any of the buckles futile.
“I’m not supposed to be here. I was tricked into signing in,” shouted Mark to Rob who was half way across the room.
“Let’s just go back and talk about it,” Rob informed as he slowly neared them.
“You don’t understand,” Ryan added as he finally found the correct key and began sliding one of the two deadbolts into the unlocked position.
“Easy, easy,” Rob informed, “I understand that something doesn’t seem right here, but in order for me to right the situation, I’ve got to figure out what’s going on.” Ryan quickly unbolted the second lock and pushed the front door wide open. By then Rob had gotten too close, his right thick muscular hand firmly clasped hold of the thick double layered leather sleeve containing Mark’s right wrist. Ryan stopped at the threshold of the door anxiously peering into Rob’s eyes. As Rob’s other hand grabbed Mark’s other wrist and tightly swung Mark’s arms around his body in a firm hug, Rob continued, “Just trust me Ryan. I’m on your side. Let’s just have a seat and talk about what’s going on. You can even leave the front door open.”
“What are you going to do with Mark?” asked Ryan unsure of which way to go: towards Mark or out of the front door.
“I’m not going to lie to you buddy, I am going to have to immediately restrain his strait jacket. It’s what I’ve been trained to do and it’s unsafe for Mark and us to have a restraint incompletely strapped. It’s against regulations. But then I’m going to help you guys.” Rob’s face was friendly and his manner was genuine. Rob could sense his gaining of Ryan’s trust and continued, “That’s it buddy, easy.”
“And if I don’t run, what are you going to do?” Ryan blurted.
“I’m going to have you both sit down on the couch so all three of us can talk. Nice and easy. You don’t have anything to worry about,” explained Rob with an assured tone of control.
“Are you going to put restraints on me?” quivered Ryan.
The guard shifted his hips causing the stance of his legs to arch his crotch in a manner that signified complete control of the situation. The guard informed, “Absolutely not. You have my word.”
Satisfied, Ryan released the front door causing it to gently swing closed and latch-lock firmly shut. Rob eased Mark towards the leather couch and Ryan followed. Rob looped Mark’s arm strap tightly back around his body and buckled it shut. He then quickly tugged both crotch straps back in to place. Rob guided Mark’s fully encapsulated body down into the depths of the leather couch. “Now have a seat,” Rob suggested to Ryan. Ryan sat down into the plush leather couch next to Mark and Rob leaned in to the front of Ryan’s body and tugged Ryan’s keys away from him. The guard snapped them into his chunky leather belt and then Rob placed his hands around Ryan’s wrists and guided them upwards to lean them firmly against the back of the leather couch above Ryan’s head. Rob then raised his right knee and firmly slid it in between Ryan’s legs lightly pressing his knee up against Ryan’s crotch to firmly hold his body in place on the leather couch.
“Hey, you promised not to-,” Ryan began.
“Just relax. I’ve kept my word. I’m not putting any restraints on you,” the guard informed, “You need to relax. Just let my body’s firm grip guide you into relaxation.”
It was then that Mark saw two familiar faces approach the room from behind the counter. The leather pants coating their thick muscular legs caused loud creaking noises. The wheels of the stretcher they were pushing squeaked along the hard floor. The guys’ bodies were fit and solid. One was blonde and the other had black hair.
They swiftly approached Mark as he whined, “Nooooooo, please don’t, please.” Taking no notice to Mark’s pleas, they smiled, firmly picked him up, and placed him onto the stretcher. Rob eased and released his restraining grip on Ryan and began helping Joey and Brian restrain Mark’s body into the stretcher’s multitude of straps. Realizing that Ryan was now free, Mark yelled, “Ryan, help me!” Ryan continued sitting and began to cry. “Ryan, run! Go, get help!” Mark shouted. But Ryan continued to sob and remain seated in the supple hug of the leather couch.
Finally, Ryan worked up the ability to say, “I can’t do that Mark.”
“What, Why not?” yelled Mark.
“Because you need help,” Ryan began as his tears flowed, “Don’t you see Mark? It was a test. It was all a test. You had a chance to leave this place and you didn’t take it.”
Joey mockingly added, “Yeah, it was all pre-planned. You were never really going to get out of here, Mark.”
Ryan continued, “You let the jacket control you. I didn’t believe them Mark. I didn’t believe them when they said you had a problem. I began to believe you that they were wrong in keeping you here. But you failed the test. You couldn’t resist the strait jacket. You’re supposed to be here Mark. You need help,” Ryan continued still sobbing and tormented.
Mark was speechless and finally began to softly say, “You tricked me. I trusted you.”
Ryan yelled, “I didn’t do anything you didn’t let me do!”
The stretcher Mark was now completely restrained to was the same one Brian and Joey had placed him into the first night he had arrived at Calm Crescent. Straps covered him in all areas of his body. He was sunken into thick leather pad of the stretcher deeply and the tightness of the stretcher pressing firmly against his leather strait jacket that in turn was pressing firmly into his body felt, regrettably, familiar.
Satisfied with the security and completeness of the stretcher’s hold on Mark’s body, Brian disappeared behind the counter and Joey and Rob approached Ryan. Joey plumped himself onto the leather couch next to Ryan and extended a hand to his face wiping his teary eyes and said, “You did well, Ryan, you did real well.”
Ryan exclaimed, “I don’t want to see him anymore; I’m done trying to help.”
“Ah, there, there,” Joey continued, “It’s okay. We don’t need your help anymore.” Joey moved his hand from Ryan’s face and down to his lap. He gently clasped Ryan’s hand in a comforting embrace.
“That’s right,” Rob agreed as he slowly lowered his body to sit next to the opposite side of Ryan. Brian slowly returned to the room as Rob continued to comfort Ryan. Rob gently clasped Ryan’s other hand and said, “We can take it from here.”
As Brian approached the front of Ryan, both Joey and Rob moved their gentle grips from Ryan’s hands to his wrists. Ryan sensed the tightening of their grips around his wrists and peered his teary eyes up to Brian, who was loosely holding a contraption in his hands. Ryan recognized it immediately but was too overcome with everything to correctly respond. His body simply allowed Rob and Joey to firmly raise his wrists effectively extending his arms up into the sleeves of the contraption that Brian was readily holding open.
The three men worked efficiently and expertly. It was a task they had completed many times before and one that they would complete many times more.
Rob left the group to fetch another stretcher and soon Ryan felt his strait-jacketed body being placed horizontally into the deepness of the second stretcher’s leather padding. Ryan’s brain was completely lost in the sensations of thick leather straps being pulled, re-tugged, buckled, and locked.
Soon Rob went to return to his post at the front counter as Brian and Joey wheeled the two stretchers into the elevator. Having made their decent to the lower level, they placed Mark back into his leather cell and laid Ryan by his side.
Ryan finally understood the fullness of what Mark had experienced: the tightness, the frustration, the gentle tingling, and even that special sense of finally being home.
Before closing the door, Brian began, “Don’t worry guys, we won’t let you leave. And, the state isn’t going to ever make us give you up.
Ryan, your dad gave legal guardian status to your brother, who in turn signed you over to us. And, because you signed too, we also have your full consent.”
Joey continued. “Both of you need help. Mark, you can’t resist a chance to be in leather restraints. And Ryan, bud, you crossed the line when you put one of our patients into restraints. And, I’m not so sure you don’t enjoy them just as much as Mark does. Lucky for you guys, we got you both in here so that we can help you.”
Brian finished, “There’s no need to struggle. No need to fight. This is really the best thing to happen to you guys. You both can trust us.”
“Yeah,” Joey added, “TRUST US BOTH.”









Trust Us 3:
Trust Us Both Forever

Supple leather slid from side to side as they both worked the shiny smooth material of their jackets down over their backs. “Why did you wish to see us, Mr. Director?” one asked as they both plopped themselves down in to one of the multitude of thick black leather couches that filled the executive’s plush office.
“Brian, Joey, I have a serious matter to discuss with you,” stated the young director of Calm Crescent Psychiatric Hospital for the Mentally Ill. Having been thrown in to the job since his father’s recent passing, Mike tried to sound authoritative, but his fear of not being able to live up to his father’s role showed around the edges. His calves slightly shook with nervousness and Brian noticed.
With a slight smirk on his face, Brian moved his glance from Mike’s calves to his eyes and asked, “What’s this all about?”
Now slightly more uncomfortable with having to give Brian and Joey orders, the director tried to hold composure and began, “Well, uh, how do I put this?” As he started to nervously pace in front of the two hunks, who were so solidly and comfortably hugged inside the plush leather cushions of the leather couch, the director continued, “some of your paper work, well, it just doesn’t add up.”
Joey extended his lower lip over his upper lip in defiance. Mike continued, “I’m not exactly sure what you guys have been up too, but I’m confident that you know what recent admittances you’ve processed that I’m talking about.” Mike stopped pacing to look directly at Brian and Joey in order to gauge their reaction. They were calm and as self-assured as ever. Mike continued, “Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue because I trust you guys, but I’ve got some state legal officials that have been snooping around, requesting records, and such. So we need to fix the situation as soon as possible. Make it right. Understand?” After an awkward pause, Mike began to regret giving such a direct order.
But soon Joey smiled at him and said, “Of course we understand bud. We’ll take care of everything. Don’t you worry.”
“So you’ll make sure they get released?” Mike passive aggressively delivered the order.
“First thing tomorrow,” Brian uttered.
In relief, Mike sighed, “Great.” Mike began walking back to his large mahogany desk while stating, “So unless there is anything else that we need to discuss, you guys are free to leave.”
“Well, actually there is one thing we’d like to bring to your attention, Mr. Director,” Brian interjected.
“Yeah,” Joey added, “We thought since we had to come in here, that we’d show you something that we’re, well frankly, pretty disturbed about.”
Mike raised his eyebrows in anticipation. He wanted everything at Calm Crescent under his new leadership to be perfect and did not like to hear about something that was amiss.
“It’s the new restraints you’ve ordered,” Brian informed as he effortlessly raised his body up from the deep sunken cushions of the couch.
“What about them?” defended the director as Joey slid his body across the leather couch towards his thick black leather duffel bag that sat near his feet.
“They’re shotty and useless,” Joey explained as he unzipped his duffel bag and wedged out a mass of thick shiny black and brown leather with shiny steel buckles and thick straps coiling in all directions. Mike immediately recognized the restraint. It was one of the new extra high security model straight jackets he had ordered. He’d spent weeks researching new and better restraints and had paid thousands of dollars for the new items.
Brian added, “The craftsmanship on the new jackets is, well, ‘poor’ would be giving them too much credit. We can’t use them.”
Mike was shocked: “But these jackets are more extensive than the old ones. They’ve got extra reinforced layers and more straps.”
Joey now had the straight jacket fully out of his duffel bag and said, “Sure there are more layers and straps, but the stitching is laughable. Anyone can easily get out of this jacket.” The director moved up to Joey and the jacket and started inspecting the stitching and the reinforced extra layers of leather. Like the old jackets, the strait jacket was primarily black, but brown patches of leather reinforced the areas where the patient’s elbows, hands, and chest would be.
“Well there doesn’t look like there is anything wrong with it to me guys,” the director stated in astonishment.
Joey laughed, “You’re kidding us dude.”
“No, no,” the director explained, “I mean just look at it! There has to be three layers of leather here on the patient’s chest alone. The company said it would deter the patient from trying to bite their way through. They wouldn’t get past the first layer.
Brian bullied, “You believe everything you hear? Since when is biting through a strait jacket a concern? You know most of our patients are fully gagged.”
Mike was insulted with their doubts and asked himself, “Did I really misjudge the new jackets?” But the jacket was so thick and heavy and as he pulled on the straps, they seemed so secure and unyielding. His arm muscles began to tire from handling the massive jacket and he wasn’t even in it. “This jacket looks more secure than the old ones for sure. I can’t see how you guys think its not,” the director spoke.
“You think this could hold someone? Ha-ha,” Joey taunted, “There is no way man! No way!”
Mike began to get really discouraged and frustrated. He had to make them see the jacket was unbeatable. Why couldn’t they see that this was not only very capable of holding someone, but also that it was the most heavy duty straight jacket that he knew existed? “Well have you tried putting someone in it?” Mike asked.
“Huh, and let them escape? No way,” Brian informed, “We may as well escort them past security ourselves.”
“You’re crazier than the guys that are in here,” Joey mocked, “if you think we’d be able to restrain someone with these things.”

Mike was so frustrated now. “Put me in it,” Mike demanded, “I won't be able to get out, you’ll see!”
Joey laughed hysterically.
“What man?” Brian asked in disbelief, “Why waste our time with this thing? It’s a joke.”
Mike struggled to find the openings of the sleeves for his hands: “C’mon, just help me get in to it. You’ll see, I swear, I’ll prove that these jackets are good.” Brian hesitantly moved over to Joey, whose abs were hunched inwards still laughing hysterically at the director’s request. Brian slowly grabbed on to the massive contraption of leather and easily wedged the sleeves up to Mike’s hands. He was so much more capable of maneuvering the thick leather than the director.
“This is stupid. This jacket will practically be falling off of you before we even start strapping it up bud,” Brian predicted. Mike furiously struggled to wedge his arms toward the sleeves. Just as Mike’s hands reached the holes, Brian quickly tugged the strait jacket away from Mike stating, “No, no, this isn’t right. If you’re going to try to prove that this thing can hold someone, then you have to loose the shirt just like all the rest of the patients. I’m not going to let your clothes snag you in and let you try to say the jacket works.” Frantic to prove Brian and Joey wrong, Mike consented and yanked at the bottom of his shirt and swiftly pulled it up over his head revealing his washboard-abs stomach and ample pecs. “That’s it,” Brian soothed as he repositioned the sleeve holes back against Mike’s hands. Mike firmly pressed his arms deep down in to the sleeves. He wanted nothing more than to prove these meat-heads wrong. He was so frustrated at their doubts. He loved the new jackets and he couldn’t stand to see them taunted so badly. “C’mon Joey, give me a hand,” Brian requested, “I’m going to need someone to help me keep this jacket from falling apart on us, ha-ha.” Joey laughed even harder and slowly began maneuvering himself to Mike’s back. Both Brian and Joey continued laughing at the director and his prized strait jacket. Brian slowly pressed the leather up over the director’s chest and Joey helped maneuver it around his back. The weight of the jacket was heavy and as the thick brown yolk of the chest region planted itself firmly below Mike’s chin, Mike realized how impossible it would be to try to chew on the leather. The thick layers on his chest pressed heavily against his rib cage and caused him to need to work hard at expanding his lungs for air. Joey tugged at the back straps to secure them in place.
“See how tight and heavy this is going on me?” Mike asked.
“Whatever,” Joey mocked, “You’ll be out of this thing in no time.”
“Yeah,” Brian added as he firmly grabbed hold of Mike’s wrists holding the thick leather sleeves in place, “this is a complete waste of our time.” Joey finished tugging and restraining all four back straps and Brian forcefully crossed Mike’s arms around his chest still holding tight on to the sleeves encapsulating Mike’s wrists. Brian was effectively hugging Mike as Joey strapped the sleeves in to place at the back. Next, Brian looped and locked a strap that vertically wrapped around Mike’s arms in the front. He then strapped a belt that ran horizontally along his arms in the front. The new jacket’s design prevented Mike from moving his arms too far up or down.
“This thing is so soft. It’s just like butter,” Brian stated, “You could press past the leather right now if you wanted.” Mike defiantly tried pressing his hands past the butter soft sleeves but they held him in to place. Brian began tugging at the crotch straps and looping them around Mike’s crotch.
Joey saw this and said, “Nah Brian, just like the shirt, we have to do this right.” Brian cocked his head and smiled at Joey and moved his hands away from the crotch straps and on to Mike’s waist. As Brian’s fingers found the button on Mike’s pants, Mike jerked his hips.
Brian stated, “Joey’s right, we can’t let your pants snag up the jacket and let you think the jacket works.” Brian unsnapped the button, slid down the zipper, and began wedging Mike’s pants down his ample thighs. Brian then placed his hands on to the upper edge of Mike’s boxers and tugged them straight down exposing Mike’s cock and balls to the crisp air.

“Hey man, not my boxers too!” Mike exclaimed.


As Brian cupped Mike’s balls with one hand and began wedging one of the crotch straps between Mike’s balls and right thigh, Brian responded, “You know the routine; man, if I had a dime for every boy’s balls I’ve had to handle…” Joey immediately grabbed hold of the end of the crotch strap and securely buckled it in the rear. The vulnerability of his tool being handled by Brian sparked a more intense fiery in Mike’s struggles and he bucked and squirmed in the jacket.
As Brian and Joey completed the second crotch strap, Mike protested, “It’s not budging for me guys, can’t you see?”
“Nah, you’re putting us on; you’re not even trying,” Brian mocked. Mike began tugging and straining his arms forcefully but they went no where. The jacket held them firm in its embrace. Brian put his hands around Mike’s biceps and squeezed. “C’mon, squeeze back. Just squeeze back and you’ll press past the weak stitching,” Brian instructed. Mike struggled to flex his bicep which slightly pressed the three leather layers of skin against Brian’s hand. “You’re not flexing back, Mike; don’t put us on,” Brian ordered as he greatly increased his hand’s firm squeeze around Mike’s bicep causing it to de-flex.
“I can’t flex when you’re doing that,” Mike squealed.
“Stop lying,” Brian ordered, “This jacket sucks and you known it.” Joey started tugging on the final strap: a thick leather collar belt.
“I can’t believe you’ve let us get this far Mike,” Joey taunted as he firmly pressed the leather belt around Mike’s neck locking it in to place. “You better stop playing and get out,” he continued as he slapped Mike’s chest playfully. Both Joey and Brian stepped back and watched Mike struggle. He strained his arms in all directions but nothing budged. The leather simply stretched minimally and pulled him back in to place. The crotch straps were wedged up Mike’s ass and he could not get them to slide down. His fingers could not feel anything except soft supple leather. The three layers of leather around his fingers were just too much. Mike twisted and contorted in all directions, but nothing helped. He was stuck. He was so glad that the jacket was not breaking but so mad that neither Brian nor Joey had conceded defeat. Surely they must see how strong and powerful the jacket was. “Oh man, you’re unbelievable, “Joey explained, “I can’t believe you’re not letting yourself out yet!”
Brian added, “If I was in that thing, I would have been out before all the straps were even done up.”
Joey eyed Brian: “Not that you’d let anyone put you in a strait jacket man! You’re not that stupid.” Brian moved over to Joey’s side and punched him in the gut.
“Watch what you say Joe,” Brian ordered. Joey’s side recoiled. Brian reached down in to Joey’s leather duffel bag and pulled out a massive leather gag.
“What are you doing?” Mike weakly asked. Brian moved over to him surely and steadily and raised the gag up to Mike.
“Now this, Mr. Director, is something tried and true. Unlike the strait jacket, you won’t be able to get it out. So if you don’t want this in, you better get your hands out and stop us. I’m tired of you playing like your strait jacket isn’t anything less than mediocre and low quality,” explained Brian. Joey moved behind the director and held his body steady. Brian pressed the thick gag up to the director’s lips and Mike began shaking his head back and forth. Joey clipped Mike’s nose closed from behind and soon he had to open for air. Instead, he got a mouth full of leather as Brian firmly pressed the gag deep inside. Joey tightly jerked and strapped the gag’s belt to the back of Mike’s head. As Mike began suckling on the gag in order to prevent choking on his own saliva, he heard a soft knock at the door. Joey anxiously opened it and in walked Rob.
“Is he ready?” Rob asked.
“See for yourself,” Brian motioned towards Mike. Rob eyed Mike from head to toe. The rough brown leather contrasted with the thick black shiny material.
“Damn,” Rob commented, “these new strait jackets really do the trick.”
“Our new director really knows how to pick um, don’t you Mike?” Brian asked as he rubbed Mike’s shoulders.
Joey added, “I thought two layers of leather was enough, and these new hard core jackets have three! Man oh man!”
“You brought the stretcher?” Brian asked Rob.
“Yeah, the new ones,” Rob winked at Mike, who was beginning to panic big time. He tried to scream and yell for the three to un-restrain him, but all they could hear was a soft muffling. He tried to kick and scream as the three moved him over to the stretcher, but the jacket held his arms firmly in place. Brian alone could have handled him, but all three securely strapped him down. Once Mike was firmly tied down, the three wheeled him down in to a leather cocoon room. The walls were thick black leather and had deep brown reinforced patches. He had been so stupid to let Joey and Brian get the better of him and Mike soon realized that Calm Crescent was, once again, under new leadership.
Joey kicked back on a leather couch in Mike’s office as Brian methodologically sorted through various folders and stacks of paper. Joey commented, “You think Mike’s realizing that it’ll take a whole hell of a lot more than he was able to do to get us to give those two up?”
Brian smiled as he placed the papers he was working on back in to a filing cabinet and answered, “Definitely. Mike would be happy with us though. I’ve made everything ‘right’.”
Joey chuckled, “You is ‘da Man, bro!”
Brian walked up to Joey and straddled the over-sized leather armrest next to him. Kneading his hands in to Joey’s shoulders, Brian suggested, “Now, let’s go have some fun.”
Tucked deep inside their leather prison of thickly padded black leather walls and tucked tightly inside the newly styled black thick leather strait jackets with brown leather reinforcing laid Mark and Ryan. Once they heard the sound of the three deadbolts swinging open, they both began to stir inside of their strait jackets, which were even more frustrating to try to deal with than the old ones. The thick brown reinforcing made the already tight jackets even tighter. The contrasted brown color psychologically made them both feel more helpless. It was as if they had even more to deal with than before and served to make them both feel like they should give-up. They both knew they would not be able to work past the first layer of black leather, let alone the second black layer and third brown layer. Their fingers felt even more wedged together inside the deep thick padding of the sleeves because the third layer of brown leather around their hands was stitched tighter than the previous jacket’s version. The wide yolk that encompassed the area around their neck and tapered down to their stomach glistened against the black leather and weighed heavy on their lungs. The jacket was just too much to bear and they had both become more submissive in their states of mind.
As usual, Joey and Brian struggled against the thickly padded unsteady floor to get to Ryan and Mark. Joey picked up Ryan; Brian picked up Mark. They secured them both in to wheel chairs and took them down the hallway. It was Joey who stopped first and began unlocking a door. Brian stopped Mark’s chair two doors down and began unlocking a similar door. “Goodnight Joe,” Brian smiled.
Joey gleamed, “Have fun.”
Brian swung open his door and glided Mark inside. Brian switched on a light, dead bolted the door, put the brake on Mark’s wheel chair, and disappeared through a doorway at the opposite end of the room. Mark took in his new surroundings. The room was not your standard Calm Crescent room. It was more like a normal bedroom that you’d find in any normal house. The floor was carpeted, the lower half of the walls were wood paneled, and the upper half was covered in solid burgundy wallpaper. There were wooden framed pictures along the walls showing majestic scenes that featured animals such as deer and bears. There was a large bed with a large soft burgundy comforter with a night-stand at each end. A mahogany chest of drawers sat perpendicular to and a vanity chest sat opposite the bed. There was a large burgundy leather couch and chair at the opposite side of the room with a sturdy chest in between them that served as a coffee table. There were burgundy throw rugs at various locations around the room. Mark soon heard the sound of water and started to see steam coming from the door Brian had existed. Mark soon realized that Brian was taking a shower and that this room must be his personal bedroom. Mark couldn’t help but feel a sense of privilege to be inside Brian’s personal space. Despite the complete control and trickery that Brian and Joey put Mark through, Mark still possessed admiration towards his “fixation.” Nonetheless, Mark was unsupervised at the moment and couldn’t stop himself from trying to escape. He struggled and strained with his jacket as well as the restraints holding him sunken in to the wheel chair. As always, the leather gave a fraction of an inch, squeaked a little here and there, and gently pulled Mark back in a firm embrace.
Brian returned to the bedroom with a large burgundy towel wrapped snuggly around his waist, which emphasized his supple six-pack. He held a smaller towel up to his head to finish drying off his hair. “Still trying to get out, huh, buddy?” Brian smiled at Mark. Fully gagged, Mark could not respond. Brian turned his back to Mark as he neared the chest of drawers and began pulling out various articles of clothing. Mark was surprised as Brian let his towel fall to the floor exposing his smooth bare naked ample butt. Brian stepped in to a pair of black boxer briefs and pulled on a black tank top, which hugged his body and further emphasized the mass of his biceps. Brian then turned to Mark with a smile, “Ready for bed, kido?” Brian moved towards Mark and patted his head with his hand before placing both his hands on Mark’s shoulders firmly kneading them as he had down countless times before. Brian then crouched down in front of Mark and began tugging off his restraints. Once Mark was free of the wheel chair’s straps, Brian pulled Mark up from the wheel chair and positioned him alongside his bed and began un-strapping the back of Mark’s strait jacket. Once all the back and crotch straps were released, Brian extended his arms around to Mark’s front and undid the straps holding his arms in place. Finally, Brian helped Mark pull his arms out of the jacket. Brian then un-strapped Mark’s gag and gently pulled it out.


Mark was not sure what to do. He knew he would not be able to get past the locked door and was too happy to be out of the strait jacket to try to give Brian a reason to re-restrain him. Brian then opened up his comforter and said, “Go ahead Mark, climb in.” Mark did as he was told and Brian entered the bed behind Mark. Once Brian was on the bed, he began pushing Mark towards the center of the bed. Brian began tugging in to the bed’s sheets and soon wrapped his arm firmly around Mark’s waist. Mark closed his eyes and took in the nice feeling of Brian’s arm as well as the soft sheets. He was so glad to be out of the sticky hot straight jacket. Mark soon realized that Brian was again tugging in to the sheets and had pulled a belt around Mark’s waist. Mark heard some clicking and Brian next gently grabbed hold of one of Mark’s wrists and guided it to his side. Soon Brian locked a belt around it and began tugging at Mark’s other wrist. Brian locked a belt around this one as well. Mark was now strapped to the inside of Brian’s bed via built in leather cuffs. Brian next crouched down over Mark and belted his ankles before finally returning to clasp his arm once again around Mark’s waist. With Brian gently snuggling against Mark, the two soon feel fast asleep.
Upon waking up, Mark soon realized that he was being wedged back inside his strait jacket. Upon fully restraining Mark in to the jacket, Brian then picked Mark up and placed him back inside the wheel chair. Brian took Mark back to his leather cell which was already holding Ryan as well. Once Brian had left and locked the deadbolts, Mark asked, “How you doing Ryan?”
Ryan responded, “Oh, I’m okay.” He continued, “It was so weird. Joey let me sleep with him last night and didn’t even keep me in the strait jacket.” Ryan tugged against his strait jacket. Mark soon discovered that Ryan had undergone the same experience. He too had been released from his strait jacket and had been allowed to sleep with Joey. He had also been restrained in to belts that were built in to Joey’s bed. Ryan described Joey’s room similar to Brian’s, although the color was done in blue, not burgundy. Mark and Ryan both tried to brainstorm ways to escape from Calm Crescent, but no new plans came to mind. Nothing they had ever thought of worked.
That afternoon, inside a plush downtown office with sunken black leather couches sat a restless young unshaven man. Above him stood an older composed cleanly shaven man in a neatly pressed suit who stated, “I’m sorry; my unofficial efforts just are not working. I thought we’d be able to get them released but the director stopped returning my phone calls. It’s like he’s avoiding me now.”
“So what do we do now?” exclaimed the young man.
“Look Rick,” the lawyer answered, “we’ll just have to go through the legal process. Remember those forms you filled out?”
Rick nodded.
The lawyer continued, “Well, I had filed them as our back-up plan. And, I just got word that the courts have accepted our case. We meet with Calm Crescent’s representatives before a judge tomorrow morning. Now, let’s go over all the details of our case.”
That night, once again Brian and Joey took Mark and Ryan to their bedrooms. Once again, Mark saw Brian take his shower and change in to his underwear. This time, Brian put on his white boxer briefs and a white tank top. Brian again removed Mark’s strait jacket and helped him up in to his warm bed. Soon Brian’s arm was once again wrapped tightly around Mark’s waist. Brian began moving Mark’s wrist in to the leather built in cuff. Mark was expecting Brian to loop the buckle which would lock his wrist in to place. Instead, Brian moved his lips next to Mark’s ear and whispered, “Can I trust you tonight?” Mark lay still before nodding, “Yes.” Brian pressed his forehead in to the side of Mark’s head and gently nibbled on his ear. Mark slowly moved his head away and lowered it near Brian’s ample chest. Mark gently nestled his head in to Brian’s pectorals and Brian smiled. He firmly pressed his chest back against Mark’s head and gently wrapped his arms around Mark’s body. The two feel fast asleep in a firm supple embrace.
Hearing somebody knocking, Mark began to wake. His head was still gently resting on Brian’s bare chest. Brian soon also began to wake becoming conscious of the knocking at his door. Brian gently eased his body away from Mark stating, “Stay put.”
Brian stepped out of bed and unlocked and opened the door. In stepped Joey, who, upon immediately seeing Mark, stated, “What’s he doing out of restraints?”
“It’s okay,’ Brian informed, “What’s going on?”
“Well, I wasn’t so lucky with Ryan last night. He tried to escape so I had to put him in high stress seclusion.”
“The pressure cooker?” Brian laughed.
“Yeah, but he’s all ready to go now,” Joey stated as he reached back in to the hallway and pulled out a regulation looking strait jacket. It was cream canvas with brown straps. It was the least heavy duty looking strait jacket that Mark had ever seen. It was definitely more “standard issue” than the black all leather strait jackets.
Brian turned to Mark: “Bud, we’ve got some business to take care of today. Will you go willingly for me?”
Mark slowly got up out of bed and walked towards the two. He started to extend his arms and Joey eagerly raised the thick canvas up to him.
“That’s it buddy. Such a good boy,” Brian commented as he pulled the canvas around Mark’s back and securely began fastening the thick leather straps. Soon they folded Mark’s arms around his body and restrained the single crotch strap. The jacket was definitely looser than any strait jacket he had ever been in before; yet, Mark could still feel a sense of vulnerability. He didn’t think he’d be able to get out of the jacket if he tried. And, he was feeling a special bond with Brian and Joey and felt glad to be given the chance to show them that he could be trusted. He wasn’t about to risk loosing that trust by tugging on his restraint.
Brian and Joey guided Mark in to the hallway where a leather wheel chair awaited him. After Mark sat down in to the chair, he was surprised that neither of them restrained any of the multitude of straps that dangled from all directions of the chair. They simply began wheeling him down the hallway.
They passed through several corridors and took an elevator up before entering the main lobby area that Mark and Ryan had unsuccessfully used to try to escape. Rob once again was sitting behind the front desk. Tightly restrained an in identical wheelchair to Mark’s, in an identically looking strait jacket sat Ryan. Rob was gently rubbing Ryan’s thighs as he looked up at Brian and Joey. “All set?” Rob asked. Brian nodded.
Rob wheeled Ryan down a back hallway and Brian and Joey followed with Mark. Rob stopped at a massive door and proceeded to unlock several deadbolts. Once the door was open, Mark could see that the space outside resembled a loading dock. The back of an ambulance awaited them. Rob unlocked and opened ambulance’s rear doors. Inside, all Mark could see were thick white canvas walls. The entire space was a padded cell. Joey began helping Rob un-strap Ryan from his wheel chair and then lift Ryan up in to the ambulance. Brian guided Mark up in to the ambulance also before closing the doors and locking them shut. Mark and Ryan could hear the three entering the front of the ambulance and began feeling their new padded cell moving. Mark tried to talk to Ryan but Ryan did not respond. His eyes were glossy and drool ran down the side of his mouth. “He must have been sedated,” thought Mark.
About a half an hour later, the ambulance stopped and the doors opened. Rob, Brian, and Joey helped Mark and Ryan out of the ambulance. The new environment made Mark extremely conscious of his strait jacket because he appeared to be in a public space of a city. They were in a back parking lot with tall buildings surrounding them. Brian grabbed hold of Mark’s shoulders and escorted him towards the back entrance of a nearby building. Joey and Rob helped Ryan to follow. Mark noticed Joey was carrying his usual thick black leather duffel bag over his shoulder.
Soon they were all inside the building and entered a small room with several chairs and a small table. Brian left the room and returned several minutes later. “We’re all set to go,” he informed. They all re-entered the hallway and made their way towards a larger main hall. Rob propped open a large door and Brian and Joey escorted Mark and Ryan in to a room. It was a medium sized court room.
Brian veered Mark towards one side stopping just short of the front row. As Brian firmly pushed Mark down the second row of seating, it was then that Mark noticed a familiar face in the front row of the adjacent side of the court room. It was Rick. Rick darted up out of his seat and anxiously eyed Mark and Ryan. Once he realized they were both in strait jackets, anguish crossed his face. “Ryan!” Rick shouted. But Ryan remained silent. His eyes were still glossed over. Rob, Brian, and Joey paid no attention to Rick. Rob and Joey pushed Ryan down the second row of seating and sat him down between the two of them. Rick’s lawyer placed his hand on Rick’s shoulder and motioned for him to sit back down.


Several minutes later, the court session began with the usual standard court room proceedings. The judge entered and performed several court room formalities. Soon Mark realized that Rick had filed a case against Calm Crescent and the judge was going to determine if Mark and Ryan were legally and medically bound to remain at Calm Crescent or if there was some wrong doing and should be released. A lawyer representing Calm Crescent as well as Rick’s lawyer presented various types of information to the judge, who finally said that she wished to speak with Mark and Ryan independently and alone. She returned to her chambers and a police guard neared the end of the second row next to Mark and Brian. Brian helped Mark out of the seating and escorted Mark back to the judge’s chambers. Brian helped Mark sit down in a chair before the judge’s desk and the police guard escorted Brian out of the room. Returning back inside of the room, the guard closed the door and stood next to it. The judge faced Mark and began, “I’m going to make this quick and simple. I am here to keep your best interest in mind. I just want you to tell me your version of what is going on here. Why are you in Calm Crescent; are you being fairly treated there; do you think you should be released?”
Mark wanted Brian to be in the room. He wanted to be back in his bed with his head on his chest and Brian’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
Mark finally answered, “I think I am there because they found something wrong with me concerning my mental health. I like Calm Crescent and am treated fairly. I think I should be released when they say I am better.”
“So you are not mistreated?” the judge asked.
Mark shook his head, “No.”
“Do you know of any instances where patients are mistreated?” the judge added.
Again, Mark shook his head, “No.”
“Is there anything else you wish to add that I should know about before I make my ruling?”
For the third time, Mark shook his head, “No.”
“Very well, see him out,” the judged finished. With that the police officer opened the door and in walked Brian. Mark was surprised at Brian’s stance. Within the judge’s chamber, Brian’s stance was no longer authoritative and self-assured. Instead, Brian appeared to be carrying a small sense of vulnerability on his shoulders. It was small, but it was still there. Mark was relieved to have Brian clasp on to his arms through the jacket and help guide him upwards and out of the room. They passed Joey, who was escorting Ryan to the chambers. As Brian guided mark back down in to the second row of seating inside the court room, Mark noticed the nervous anticipation in Rick’s eyes.
Ryan and Joey did not return for some time. Mark had only visited with the judge for about five minutes. It seemed like Ryan was in there forever. Finally, Joey and Ryan returned to the second row. Moments later, the judge returned.
She began, “I have received all of the evidence the two sides have wished to present in addition to all comments the patients would like to submit. I do not take such a case lightly. I have nothing but great respect to our city’s psychiatric establishment and do not like to see complaints against the institution, which has until now held a spotless record of excellence. Further – “
“Excellence?” Rick screamed as he stood up and continued to shout: “What the fuck? You call this –“
Rob immediately stood up and charged towards Rick as Rick’s lawyer tried to calm Rick down. The judge immediately began pounding her gavel and ordered Rick to silence his outburst. Joey followed Rob as they both darted towards Rick. Brian grabbed on to Ryan to make sure he’d stay seated.
Rick continued, “Calm Crescent has been nothing but –,” and Rob tackled him forcefully pinning one of his arms up behind his back. Joey grabbed hold of Rick’s second arm with one hand and wrapped his other arm around Rick’s neck.
“Calm down,” Rob ordered, “or we’ll have to put you in restraints.”
“That is enough,” the judge demanded, “Need I remind you that this is a court of law. I will have no further outbursts. Is that understood?”
Joey responded, “We can put him in to standard restraints your honor. We’ve got ‘um with us. It’s no problem to us at all.”
“That will not be necessary. Will it?” the judge asked Rick.
Rick began to settle down and nodded his head, “No.”
As Joey and Rob began releasing their firm holds on Rick, Rob whispered in Rick’s ear, “Keep it up and we’ll drag you off with your brother.”
Rick greatly resisted the urge to sock Rob square in the jaw. Rob’s prophecy was one Rick did not wish to help fulfill.
Joey and Rob returned to their seats on either side of Ryan. Brian returned his attention to making sure Mark was safe. Rick hesitantly sat back down and the judge continued, “As I was saying, Calm Crescent has had a spotless record and should not be labeled as having any part in any wrongdoing without sufficient evidence. At the same time, patient rights are something that the courts must work hard to ensure. Thus, I will need to carefully go over all that has been submitted. You will have my ruling tomorrow morning. This court is adjourned.”
Once the judge had left, Rick tried to approach his brother, but Rob stopped him short. Joey and Brian swiftly escorted Mark and Ryan away from him. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you Rick,” Rob taunted. Rick noticed the police officer eyeing him and hesitantly backed away. Rob followed behind Joey out of the courtroom.
Once back at Calm Crescent, Joey and Rob disappeared with Ryan. Brian wheeled Mark down a familiar corridor. Mark recognized it as the one that led to the leather cocoon padded cell. Brian unlocked the door and pulled out one of the heavy duty new leather strait jackets: black with reinforced brown leather. Brian silently began un-restraining Mark from the standard more innocently looking strait jacket and placing him in to the new heavy duty one. Mark could have tried to dart down the hallway; he could have put up a fight. He could have protested. But Mark went willingly. He eased his arms deep in to the leather sleeves of the strait jacket. Mark couldn’t help but notice Brian’s stance. Much like inside the judge’s chambers, Brian’s stance was somber. There was a small sense that Brian had lost a small amount of self-assuredness even though his masculinity still shown through in every way. His white shirt stretched across his pectoral muscles and Mark’s gaze got lost in Brian’s body much like the time he had passed Brian in the hallway at school. Mark had been transfixed by Brian’s leather jacket, which had been unzipped revealing his pectorals stretched tightly across his chest. Mark had looked up from Brian’s chest in to his eyes; Brian’s eyes had held Mark tightly. Just like that day at school, now halfway in to his heavy duty strait jacket, Mark once again moved his gaze from Brian’s sculptured pecs up to his eyes. Brian’s dark brown eyes locked on to Mark’s. Ironically, Mark felt that this time, Brian was trapped by Mark’s gaze. Mark could sense Brian breaking. Brian’s eyes quivered and his lips slowly moved as he released: “I might loose you, Mark.”
Immediately, Mark outstretched his leather-covered arms and clasped them around Brian in a firm hug. Brian felt taken aback and surprised, but slowly began to return the embrace. Slowly and softly, Mark released: “Brian, I love you.”
Brian nudged his head against Mark’s to contort Mark’s neck towards Brian. Brian managed to get Mark’s head in the exact position he wanted. Mark closed his eyes as he felt the soft supple lips of Brian meet his own. Innocently and slowly, Brian began sucking. Mark dared only a slight suck on to Brian’s lower lip. Upon feeling Mark’s mutual return, Brian took off like a tiger. He swiftly picked Mark up holding his ass against his crotch. Mark’s legs dangled behind Brian’s back. Brian swiftly took Mark down the hallway and up the elevator to his room. Brian lowered Mark on to his bed and swiftly tugged the thick leather strait jacket off of Mark’s arms followed by Mark’s shirt and pants and let them drop to the floor. Brian removed his own shirt and pants. He only stood in white boxer briefs. Brian gently pushed Mark down on to the bed and planted himself on to Mark’s chest. Brian bent his knees placing his thigh muscles on either side of Mark’s face. “I’m not going to force you,” Brian informed as he stroked Mark’s hair. Mark raised his chin and gently kissed Brian’s cockhead through his underwear, which caused Brian’s underwear to massively stretch. Brian smiled and slowly lowered his hips down to Mark’s. He scooted Mark towards the center of the bed and gently pressed his underwear covered cock up against Mark’s butt. Brian gently hugged Mark’s body resting his hands on the outside of Mark’s underwear. His hands cupped Mark’s balls and cock through Mark’s underwear. Mark found his favorite spot against Brian’s chest and Brian pressed his chest firmly against Mark’s head. In their firm supple embrace, they both, for the fist time ever felt truly at home. Brian felt completely in control. Mark felt completely controlled. Like leather, their embrace was firm and supple soft. Playfully, Mark tried to arch his hips away from Brian’s cock. Brian’s hands, still firmly holding Mark’s package, allowed Mark to move a fraction of an inch away before they gently pulled him back closer than ever. They both felt they could completely trust the other and fell peacefully in to a deep sleep.
“After careful consideration, I’ve made my decision,” the judge informed the next morning before Calm Crescent’s and Rick’s lawyers, “I hold nothing but respect towards Calm Crescent. Going against them as an institution is not something I ever want to do. Ryan’s testimony was strong. I also feel that Rick is sincere and has nothing but love towards his brother. My decision stands as follows: Mark and Ryan are to be immediately released from Calm Crescent. Case closed.”
“Hell yes!” Rick exclaimed to his lawyer in the main hallway.
“This police officer will escort you to Calm Crescent immediately,” the lawyer informed Rick.


The police officer wasted no time in getting Rick to Calm Crescent. He even fired up his police sirens to expedite the trip. The guard hut at Calm Crescent presented not one problem. The guard who had strip searched Rick during his very first visit smugly rushed open the main gate and the police officer and Rick trotted up the hill to Calm Crescent’s main entrance. Through the glass doors, Rick could see Rob get up from behind the front desk and walk over to the entrance. He took his keychain from his belt and unlocked the two deadbolts of the doors. “I have a court order to pick up Ryan and Mark!” Rick ordered.
“I understand,” smugly stated Rob. “But they are not here,” he continued.
“The hell they aren’t!” Rick demanded.
“I am sorry Rick; they are not here. Now, don’t make a scene Rick or we’ll have to restrain you,” Rob continued as a beefy orderly approached them from behind the desk with a massive strait jacket dangling in his arms.
“Where the hell are they?” Rick demanded.
“They were released this morning,” explained Rob, “Before any court ordered them to be released, Calm Crescent found them to no longer be in need of our care.”
“Where did they go? Where are they?” Rick demanded.
“I don’t know Rick. I assume they went home. You should go home. Your brother will probably be at home waiting for you,” Rob predicted.
“Where is Joey?” Rick further demanded.
“Rick, he’s not here,” Rob further explained, “Joey and Brian gave their notice of resignation this morning.”
“What?” Rick searched for words, “They didn’t leave with my bro did they?”
Rob hesitated and eyed the orderly with the thick leather strait jacket. Rob continued, “As a matter of fact, yes. Yes, they did.” Rob returned his gaze to Rick’s eyes, which were now filled with a combination of fear and sadness. Rob finished, “They said they were going to take them home.”


Epilogue

Two years later a young man on a motorcycle pulled in to the driveway of a modest split level suburban home. As he removed his helmet, the man neatly tugged off his leather gloves and folded them up in to a small compartment. Next, he emptied out all his pockets placing his loose change, wallet, and pocketknife in to the compartment alongside the gloves.
The man took a moment to reflect on all the events that had happened over the last two years. Most notably, how he had struggled and dealt with his sexuality and how lucky he had been to meet the guy of his dreams. With a smile on his face, he dismounted his bike.
Crossing the driveway to approach the front door, he took note of the black jeep Cherokee parked in the driveway, the three deadbolts on the front door, the lack of windows on the lower level, and that if he looked closely in to the double glass of the front window, he could see the faint image of a sofa: oversized, thick, black, and made completely out of leather.
He was anxious and excited to see his little brother as well as his brother’s best friend, who had become a second little brother to him. Hell, the guys who they both trusted were beginning to grow on him too.

The End
TRUST US BOTH FOREVER

[LK3869]

Just finished part One...
That's a massive leather addiction you've got I'm not that much into that and visited psychiatric ER for a short stay three years ago which should have vaccinated me against such stories - only strong chemical restraints for me, still they MRIed my brains - BUT it's well written and it has the strange feeling you get when you have no choice but trusting others for your "safety"...
And you're taking the time it takes to install it all. Guess others will ask for more spacing between your paragraphs, though
Your words have personality and I'm curious about where that will go, so will read the end very soon.

[Tsuhaya]

I loved it, I have a slight weakness for leather, so this story made me quite happy, although as LK said, separating the paragraphs would make the reading more pleasant and would give a less massive air since, the story is long

[mikeybound]

If I’m correct, this was plagiarized from MetalbondNYC’s website.

[cj2125]

Yeah, I found the story in MetlabondNYC's site (not providing the link since it's an adult website). That story was posted a long time ago though. If [mention]heybro[/mention] is the original author, then my apologies although you should mention that it was posted elsewhere to avoid misunderstandings.

If you aren't the author though, then plagiarizing is something serious but I suppose the mods will deal with it

[heybro]

Thanks for liking my story! I am the author and am able to prove so. Just pm me.

For anyone who has been in a mental hospital or similar, please give us details that we want to know! Where do they keep the leather restraints and what gets the guys-in-white paged to take you down!

[bondagefreak]

[mention]heybro[/mention] Hey bro

The bad news is that this is unreadable on my laptop. The good news is that on my cell phone, the chunks of text work out nicely for some reason.


I just finished part 1, and even though I know your stories were written some time ago, I can't help but think about how much better it would be and how many more readers you'd attract, IF you posted each chapter separately, with several days in between to create a certain anticipation.

You know, a lot of potential readers are going to be/are being put off by the size of your post.
But I understand that this was published a while ago and that you just wanted to share your work with us.


As for the story itself, I recognise this as being professional grade writing.
I cannot praise you enough for this exceptional piece.

Not only is it visually and physically stimulating, it's also quite entrancing and reveals much of your inner psyche and sexual fantasies.

This, and "Twisted Test" are both works of art, and I thank you for sharing this here and exposing us to your work.

Wonderful stuff my friend! Wonderful!

[LK3869]

Thanks for liking my story! I am the author and am able to prove so. Just pm me.

For anyone who has been in a mental hospital or similar, please give us details that we want to know! Where do they keep the leather restraints and what gets the guys-in-white paged to take you down!

Relieved about that autorship misunderstanding. You see the place is well guarded and full of specialists, but it's for the sake of quality

As for mental institutions, I suspect they use mostly chemical restraints nowadays, appart from emergencies situations that the drugs make unlikeky anyway.
( I'm no specialist, slept all through my week in mental ERs then spent 3 months learning to breathe and talk in a rather posh clinic... The public hospital mental ward was rather creepy, old buildings and moderate outcasts like myself. And I was paying for the clinic, so they were extra cool. Depressives were mixed with the sex-addicts and burn-outters Could make a fun story request...)

[heybro]

I cannot praise you enough for this exceptional piece.

Wonderful stuff my friend! Wonderful!

Thank you so much. This means a lot to me to have you say this especially coming from someone like YOU.

I suppose I was like a first timer who shoots in like 3 seconds. I wanted to get this out there and have you guys see it. I'll try to go slower and enjoy it more next time

[mig137]

cool storie

[mig137]

Please write more cool stories like this.