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rrrubber-c · 25 days ago

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Leather Bound

Ethan Matthews had always been sure of who he was—straight, muscular, and confident, with a clean-cut look that had never failed to turn heads. At 6’2” and with a powerful build honed from years in the gym, his life was simple and satisfying. He was the type of man who thrived on routine, his days filled with work, workouts, and the occasional casual date.

But when Kyle, a regular at the gym, invited him to a bar one night, Ethan’s world began to shift. He hadn’t expected Kyle to mention it was a leather bar—let alone a gay leather bar. At first, he’d been hesitant, but Kyle had brushed it off casually. “Just come out, man. It’ll be fun. You might learn something new,” he had said with a grin that made Ethan curious enough to tag along.

As they entered *The Hideout*, the atmosphere was nothing like what Ethan was used to. The room was filled with the rich, intoxicating scents of leather and cigar smoke, and the air hummed with a strange energy. Muscular men in leather jackets, pants, and boots leaned against the bar or lounged in booths, their eyes flicking toward Ethan with interest.

Kyle handed him a drink and encouraged him to relax, but something in the room had Ethan’s blood humming in a way he couldn’t explain. He tried to shrug it off, but he couldn’t help the magnetic pull he felt toward a large mirror at the back of the room. Drawn to it, he made his way over, his heart pounding in his chest.

Then, he saw him.

The man in the mirror was everything Ethan had thought he admired—tall, broad-shouldered, and exuding an aura of raw masculine power. He was dressed head to toe in tight black leather, from his perfectly fitted jacket to the gleaming leather pants that clung to his muscular thighs. His thick beard, well-groomed and dark, framed a face that was both rugged and striking. A BLUF cap sat atop his head, completing the look of dominance and control.

For a moment, Ethan felt a pulse of desire he couldn’t understand. He was drawn to this man, to the way the leather hugged his body, to the confident, commanding energy he exuded. A low, primal need stirred within him, something that he had never felt before. His eyes traced the man’s powerful frame, lingering on the tightness of his leather pants, the curve of his muscular ass, the bulge straining against the front of his pants.

Then it hit him—the man he was staring at was *him*.

Ethan’s breath caught in his throat as he stumbled back, his body trembling with shock and something else—desire. He blinked, trying to make sense of the impossible. He had come into the bar wearing his usual gym clothes, but now, somehow, he was dressed in leather, transformed into the very image of the man who had captured his attention. The reflection staring back at him was himself—yet it wasn’t. This man, this leather-clad figure, was something new, something darker, something more… *primal*.

His hands moved instinctively to his body, running over the smooth leather that now covered his chest and arms. It felt incredible—soft, supple, and yet so commanding. His fingers grazed the beard that now framed his jawline, thick and full, giving him an air of rugged masculinity he had never known. His heart raced as his hands moved lower, feeling the tightness of his pants, the powerful muscles of his thighs encased in leather. He had never felt this way before—so powerful, so raw, so *alive*.

But it wasn’t just his body that had changed. A deep, primal hunger surged through him, and it was centered on one thing—his cock. Ethan’s eyes widened as he glanced down at himself, his breath quickening. The bulge in his leather pants was larger, more pronounced than he had ever seen it before. His cock was growing, thickening, swelling with an undeniable need. He could feel it pulsing, pressing against the leather, demanding attention. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to bear.

With trembling hands, he reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from the confines of the leather. What he saw made him gasp—his cock was huge, far larger than it had ever been before. Thick veins ran along its length, the head swollen and flushed with arousal. It throbbed in his hand, heavy and full, aching with a desire that consumed him.

A deep, guttural groan escaped his lips as he stroked himself, the sensation of his leather-clad body and the tightness of his grip on his cock driving him wild with lust. His mind was a blur of primal need, his previous thoughts of who he was dissolving in the heat of his arousal. He wasn’t just Ethan anymore—he was someone else, someone more powerful, more dominant, more in control of his own desires.

His strokes became faster, more frantic as his cock pulsed in his hand, thick and dripping with precum. The smell of leather and sweat filled his nostrils, mingling with the heavy scent of his own arousal. He could feel the tension building in his body, every muscle taut, his mind lost in a haze of erotic pleasure.

In the mirror, he watched himself—a primal, leather-clad beast stroking his massive cock with abandon. The sight of his own transformation, the power radiating from his new body, sent him spiraling closer to the edge. He groaned again, louder this time, his voice deep and rough, filled with an animalistic need.

Kyle appeared beside him, watching with a knowing smile, his eyes dark with lust. “I told you, man. Leather changes everything.”

Ethan’s body convulsed with pleasure as he pumped his cock harder, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. His reflection—this new version of himself—only fueled the fire inside him, the primal need to claim this new identity, to embrace the man he had become.

With a final, guttural moan, Ethan came, thick ropes of cum spurting from his cock, coating his hand and the mirror in front of him. His entire body trembled with the force of his orgasm, the leather clinging to his skin, amplifying every sensation. As the waves of pleasure subsided, Ethan stood there, panting, his cock still throbbing in his hand, his reflection staring back at him with a knowing smirk.

This was who he was now—this leather-clad, powerful man, driven by primal desires he had never known before. Ethan had walked into the bar as one man, but he had left as someone else entirely. The transformation was complete, and there was no going back.

And as Ethan looked at himself one last time, the smell of leather and sex thick in the air, he smiled. This was who he was meant to be.

A couple of hours had passed since Ethan’s transformation, but the intensity of it lingered in the air like the thick scent of leather that clung to his skin. The night was electric, the crowd of leather-clad men growing as the bar thrummed with a primal energy Ethan had never felt before. He stood by the bar, still getting used to the weight of his new persona, his cock spent but his mind swirling with desire.

He caught a glimpse of a man in the corner of the room—a tall, burly figure, exuding confidence. The man was lighting a cigar, the flame flickering briefly before the ember glowed in the dim light. He brought the cigar to his lips and took a long, slow drag, releasing a thick cloud of smoke that curled around him like a haze of power. His eyes flickered toward Ethan, locking onto him with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

Ethan swallowed hard, feeling the heat of the man’s gaze like a physical touch. His heart pounded in his chest as they exchanged glances—fleeting at first, then more deliberate. The man’s eyes traveled over Ethan’s body, taking in the way the leather jacket molded to his chest, the way his pants clung to his thighs, the way his BLUF cap sat low on his head. The man’s lips curled into a smirk, and he took another drag from his cigar, the smoke swirling between them.

The exchange was subtle, yet charged with something Ethan couldn’t ignore. His body responded instinctively, his skin tingling with the memory of his earlier transformation, his cock stirring again in his tight leather pants. The man beckoned him with a tilt of his head, his eyes dark and commanding.

Ethan found himself moving toward him without thinking, the pull of the man’s presence too strong to resist. As he approached, the man’s smirk widened. He didn’t speak at first, just blew another cloud of smoke into the air, watching Ethan with a lazy, dominant confidence that made Ethan’s pulse race.

“What’s your name?” the man asked, his voice deep and smooth, filled with authority.

“Ethan,” he replied, his voice betraying his nervousness.

The man chuckled softly, taking a final drag from his cigar before placing it between Ethan’s lips. “Here. Take a puff.”

Ethan hesitated for only a second before closing his lips around the cigar, drawing in a deep breath of the thick, smoky flavor. It hit him hard, the smoke filling his lungs and sending a rush through his body. He exhaled shakily, his eyes never leaving the man’s, who now loomed over him, his presence overwhelming.

“Good boy,” the man murmured, his voice low and approving. He placed a large hand on the back of Ethan’s neck, pulling him in closer. Ethan’s breath caught as the man’s lips brushed against his, the taste of cigars and leather on his tongue. It was intoxicating, primal. He leaned into the kiss, his body responding without thought, the earlier dominance he had felt slipping away as the man’s tongue explored his mouth.

The kiss deepened, and Ethan felt his knees grow weak as the man’s hand slid down his back, pressing him closer. His own hands, trembling with anticipation, found their way to the man’s chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles under the leather. The scent of cigars and sweat filled his senses, and all he could think about was submitting to this powerful figure in front of him.

The man broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at Ethan. “You like being told what to do, don’t you?”

Ethan’s heart raced. He could barely form words, but he nodded, his body responding instinctively to the man’s command.

“On your knees,” the man growled, his voice rough and demanding.

Ethan obeyed without hesitation, dropping to his knees in front of the man. His hands shook slightly as he looked up, his eyes locking onto the bulge straining against the man’s leather jockstrap. The sight of it made Ethan’s mouth water with desire, the primal hunger inside him roaring to life once again.

“Unzip it,” the man ordered, his voice low and authoritative. “With your teeth.”

Ethan’s pulse quickened as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over the man’s body as he reached the zipper with his mouth. His hands gripped the man’s thick thighs for balance, and his heart pounded in his chest as he carefully took the zipper between his teeth, slowly pulling it down. The sound of the zipper unfastening seemed to echo in the room, and with each inch he pulled, his arousal grew stronger, more desperate.

When the zipper was fully undone, the man’s cock sprang free, thick and heavy, pulsing with need. Ethan hesitated for a moment, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he stared at the impressive size of the man’s shaft, but the man’s hand in his hair snapped him back to reality.

“Good boy,” the man whispered, his voice a dark purr. “Now, show me what that mouth can do.”

Ethan’s mind went blank with desire as he leaned in, his lips brushing the man’s cock, the heat of it filling him with a need he couldn’t control. He took the head into his mouth, the salty taste of precum hitting his tongue as the man groaned in approval. Ethan’s cock twitched in his pants, straining against the leather as he worked, his mouth moving in slow, deliberate motions, savoring every inch of the man’s thick length.

The man’s grip on Ethan’s hair tightened, guiding his movements as he began to thrust his hips slowly, pushing deeper into Ethan’s mouth. The room seemed to spin as Ethan surrendered completely, his body no longer his own. He was consumed by the man’s presence, the smell of cigars, leather, and sweat overwhelming his senses.

Every time the man pushed deeper, Ethan’s body responded with a rush of pleasure, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he knelt there, completely submissive. His hands gripped the man’s thighs tightly, his mind lost in the haze of lust and obedience.

As the man’s breathing grew heavier, his thrusts became more urgent, and Ethan knew he was close. His own cock was leaking inside his pants, the leather growing damp with his arousal. He wanted this, needed this—needed to submit, to give in fully to the man’s power.

With a final groan, the man came, thick ropes of cum filling Ethan’s mouth. Ethan swallowed greedily, his mind hazy with lust, every part of him consumed by the act of submission. The man pulled out slowly, his hand still tangled in Ethan’s hair, tugging slightly as he looked down at him.

“You did good, boy,” the man murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. He reached down, brushing his thumb across Ethan’s swollen lips, smirking as he wiped away the remnants of his cum. “I think we’ll have to do this again.”

Ethan, still kneeling, nodded, his heart racing, his body buzzing with the satisfaction of being dominated, of submitting completely to this new world of leather, cigars, and primal lust.

And in that moment, Ethan knew—there was no going back.

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“Never go into those woods,” you were told time and time again. Several people in the town had warned against this, that those woods were not to be entered. Even your grandparents, who you had been staying with for the week had repeated the warning, telling you that the woods were dangerous. But being the man you were, you stood at the edge of the woods every day, daring yourself to go in. You hadn’t yet succeeded, and always turned back at the last second. But today was the day. You were finally going to do it. These people were all superstitious country folk as far as you were concerned. It was nothing but rumours and hearsay, nothing to be worried about. It was only rational to be sure that nothing terrible would reside in these woods.

So you went in, defiantly going where no one else dared to go. The woods were as you’d expected, a vast expanse of trees with nothing but the occasional animal to be seen. You chuckled to yourself, wondering why everyone was so afraid of a bunch of trees. It was actually pretty nice in here, cooler because of the shade and the occasional sound of birdsong served to calm your nerves. You kept walking, keeping track of the way you came so you wouldn’t get lost. A rustle in the leaves turned your head, searching for the source of the sound. You found none. You stopped, heart dropping, suddenly scared by all the warnings you’d been told. No, you told yourself, you were just being paranoid. It was fine. You shook your head and continued walking into the woods.

You walked for a bit longer before you smelt it. You nose immediately recognised the smell, its distinctive odour not easily forgotten. Burning rubber. You looked around, trying to find its source or at least a plume of smoke to guide you. But no such luck. Panic set in and you started to run around, darting this way and that, looking behind trees and stumps but couldn’t find its source. You tried to use the smell for navigation but you soon realised that it would not help. No matter which direction you ran in, the smell never seemed to get stronger or weaker, but remained at the same level, as if it was coming from…everywhere.

You sat down on a fallen tree, the smell of burning rubber still lingering in your nose, tired from the running you’d just done. You never particularly liked running anyway. But as you sat and listened, a new sound was added to the forest. It started quietly, just a few squeaks here and there. You tried not to pay mind to it, guessing it was probably some small animal. But the noise grew louder until…it sounded like…rubber sliding against itself. You pulled yourself up and started to search for the sound. You were calm enough not to run around this time, but you were still a little on edge. You searched around for a while with no avail before coming into a clearing.

You looked around and your eyes fell on a figure. You blinked and suddenly it was gone. You rubbed your eyes, had you been seeing things? You walked towards the place where you thought you’d seen it and heard a sound behind you. You turned and saw it behind you but it vanished again without a trace. You were starting to panic now, realising why people avoided these woods. A figure that could appear and disappear at will certainly couldn’t be good. You turned to leave the clearing and hear the rustling of leaves behind you. It was nothing, you told yourself, forbidding yourself from looking back. You wouldn’t. What you were going to do was walk straight out of these woods and never come back. Well, at least not alone. Well, at least not unarmed and alone. You managed just a few paces before you heard the same rustle behind you. You tensed, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. No, you were going to get out of here. You took a step forward and heard the sound of rubber squeaking, the same sound that you had been searching for, louder than it had been previously. You could no longer help it, your curiosity got the better of you and you turned around to see what was making that sound.

The figure was dressed from head to toe in black rubber. In fact, they might be made of rubber for all you knew. It wore a large rubber apron over everything, shiny and with the characteristic squeak. You stood fast, staring into the soulless eyes of its gas mask. You should turn and run, you thought, but you couldn’t. It started to walk towards you and you didn’t move. You couldn’t move. Your brain was screaming at you to run, but all you could do was stand there helplessly as the figure advanced. It stopped right in front of your face as the smell of rubber burning rubber invaded your nostrils. You gagged at the smell, but couldn’t take a step back. You saw your terrified face reflected in its lifeless eyes as it stood there. It raised its gloved hand and placed it on your forehead, sending a wave of sleep over you.

You couldn’t remember how long you’d been out, it might have been days for all you knew. You blinked your eyes, trying to adjust them to the pitch blackness you found yourself in. You tried to raise your hand to your face and froze. Your face felt…smooth, plastic, nothing like you knew your face should feel. Panicked, you sat up, running your hands over your body and being met with the same smooth plastic sensation you felt on your face. Even your hands had the same texture to them. You became aware if your lower body and your hands moved to your cock. It was encased in the same material as the rest of you, erect and throbbing. You slowly realised how horny you were and started to jerk your cock a bit. But to your confusion, you felt nothing. You squeezed, pinched, rubbed and jerked, but nothing could bring your pulsing dick any further to climax. You felt as if you were going to go crazy with horniness, like you desperately needed to cum to think clearly. But nothing worked. Frustrated, you tried to turn your attention to something else, anything but your throbbing cock. You looked around the room. You could start to make out some things in the room, but everything was shrouded in a hazy black filter. You got up for the first time, your legs shaking a bit with your first steps. You felt your cock but forbade yourself from touching it, you needed to think of something else. How about your hole? It wasn’t your cock and it might make you orgasm, which might clear your head. You bent over and stuck a finger in. You felt the same material inside, and that surprised you. You couldn’t figure out why it surprised you though, maybe it was supposed to feel like something else? You couldn’t remember. But fingering yourself wasn’t any better, it just made you even hornier. You heard the noise of a key and went to go lie in the place where you woke up. You weren’t sure why, but something told you that was the right thing to do. Something else at the back of your mind fought that feeling, telling you that you should be worried, but you couldn’t figure out why. You lay there, trying to think but unable to. Any new thoughts that popped into your head vanished just as quickly, it was as if your mind couldn’t hold a thought anymore. All you could think about was your throbbing cock and hole.

“Drone 5392,” said a voice, “power up.”

You stood up where you were then stood motionless.

“Come to me.”

You followed the voice out of the room, through a house you weren’t familiar with. But your legs seemed to know the way, so you didn’t question their motion. You walked into a living room to see a man sitting on a sofa. He said nothing but your body continued to act, taking off the man’s shoes and socks, then giving him a foot massage. He lifted his left index finger and you went to bring him a remote, then got on all fours by the sofa. He switched on the TV and put his feet on you, using you as a footrest. Your mind was completely blank, and try as you might you couldn’t think about anything. Even trying to form words in your head was getting harder and harder. Eventually you just stopped trying, your mind becoming the equivalent of TV static. You barely even noticed when he gave you another command that you executed without hesitation. In fact, the concept of “you” barely applied anymore. “It” would be more appropriate, seeing as it was an object that executed its commands mindlessly and without protest. As the man fell asleep, it stayed there on all fours for three hours, not so much as trembling its muscles. It no longer felt pain, tiredness or hunger. It was an object after all, and objects do not feel. They simply are. The man woke up and took it upstairs where it assumed a position on his bed. The man fucked it, kicked it, punched it and tortured its rubber balls and cock, all which the object took willingly and without complaint. And when he was finished with it he dumped it on the floor beside his bed and fell asleep. It didn’t move from where it fell, and why would it? Objects aren’t alive, they don’t move by themselves. It was just another rubber drone, no 5392. It was now an object, forever silent, forever horny, forever obedient, forever blank. All it existed for was to be used.

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