Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2006 20:38:15 -0700
From: typetomark@hotmail.com
Subject: 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, asdid 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 righ t 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 aneasy 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 noproblem 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 letme 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 warn 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 body's. 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 this," 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 h
ave 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 well simply can 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."

The End (COPYRIGHT) 2001