How does it feel, wearing that jacket? Does it make you feel strong? Big? Masculine? Yes. Of course. And it comes with an added bonus.
You dont have to worry anymore, about anything. Just let go of your thoughts, let your heavy mind breathe freely. Everything, so heavy. Your arms, legs, knees, feet, your shoulder, elbows and your back. So heavy.
Just focus on me, follow my voice, deep down into your heavy heart. Doesnt it feel good to follow orders? You dont have to think anymore. Just get big. Train your body, let go of your mind.
Focus on me, my hand on your forehead. Follow my finger, from left to right, right to left. So calm, so relaxing. I can see you still resisting, but that wont change anything.
When I am done with you, you will be happy to serve me. Happy to be on your knees, mouth open, waiting for your meal.
I open the door and walk through the hallway right into the living room, spotting him. Yosef, a dear friend of mine, is standing in the middle of the room, motionless, his chin resting on his chest and his arms hanging down. Just as I love him.
I conditioned him to go under every time I send him a special voice message. A little command I inplanted deep in his mind, he is the perfect specimen for this experiment. Of course, he isnt aware of this at all. Thats even more exciting. Yosef would unlock the door, dress up in one of his many track suits, adidas is my favorite, and wait for me, his master.
Good boy, just how I like you. I think to myself and walk up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to him, whispering right into his ear. “Thats right, well done.” I say, massaging his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his jacket on my skin.
He opens his mouth, and growls deeply. I lift his head gently, and have a look into his beautiful, empty eyes. Unable to focus, and completely vacant, he stares into the void. “Thats it.” I grin, touching my erect cock through my pants.
I walk behind him, and hug him from behind, running my hands across his chest, his tits, nipples until I unzip his jacket, and grab his bare chest. Yosef breathes deeply, and I feel his whole body react to my touch. Every fiber of his body gets stiff and rigid, including his massive cock now tenting in his joggers.
My hands slip inside his trousers, and I grab his leaking meat, starting to jerk him off. He begins to thrust against my hand, and I slirk deviously. “Finally.” I lick his ear, making him moan. But before he cums, I release him, and walk around once more. “On your knees.” I demand, and he does. Instantly, he presses his head against my crotch, licking me through my bulging jeans.
“You hungry?” I open my pants, pull them down, including my underwear and he begins to suck my dick. I was waiting for this moment for a month now. And it feels so good.
Pasquale was so happy when he finally got his bike license. As always, safety goes first, so he visited a little bike shop out of town. A few of his friends, and the reviews on google told him that this place is worth its money.
He slid into the leather pants, leather jacket, gloves and boots, loving how the whole attire formed around his skin, his muscles and his whole body. Something felt off though. Somehow, he felt a tickling sensation on his skin, draining him, but making him happier than before at the same time.
Stepping outside, the owner handed him a fitting helmet, with a sly grin on his face. “Found this in the back, limited stock.” He said, his voice sounding deeper than before. Pasquale got turned on by this, feeling his cock already bulging against the tight leather pants. Maybe this was just the excitement, the arrousal of wearing a leather outfit. “Thanks” He nodded, and put the helmet on.
As soon as it went down his face, it happened. The helmet sent out a high pitched sound, virbrating through every fiber of hid body. Without being able to fight back, his mind got overpowered easily. Just 29 seconds later, his whole body went stiff and rigid. His eyes went vacant, and his mind dull. Pasquale let out a soft moan, his voice muffled by the helmet.
“Very good dude.” The owner rubbed his hands and took a step closer towards the leather man. “Told you, youd look hot.” He said, taking a good look of Pasquale from every angle. Then, he hugged him from behind, feeling his pecs, his arms, his chest, his hips, down to his crotch, feeling his rock hard cock through the pants.
“Now. Give the suit what he desires.” The owner whispered, and instantly, Pasquales body compulsed slightly, as he shot load after load into his pants. The suit taking this gift quickly. The man lead him to the back of the shop, placed him in a corner and enjoyed hearing the young man releasing himself time and time again as the suit reprogramed Pasquales mind, making him a leather drone for his new master.
Lukas was just minding his own business, taking a short cut through an alley way when that strange, but handsome looking man approached him. Something about this man was strange. He was wearing a black, biker leather jacket, leather pants and his hair, was really messy.
At first, Lukas wanted to take a step back, but that man put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed his body, so tight, that he couldnt move anymore. But Lukas didnt feel any pain, instead, a warm, comforting feeling spread across his whole body.
The man told him, that he can get anything he wants, anything he desires for a simple price. Wearing the mans leather jacket. Unable to think clearly, he nodded, and quickly, the stranger took of the leather, swung it around Lukas shoulders and smirked.
Instantly, Lukas’ mind was flashed with different images, different mantras, different voices. His dick hardened harshly, as he let out a long, guttural moan. “Feels good, huh?” The man giggled, and helped Lukas inside the leather jacket. Without hesitation, Lukas creamed his underwear, with multiple loads of cum.
The jacket was slowly, but steadily taking over him and he was awarded with streams of endorphins pumping through his veins. “Fuck.” Lukas groaned, leaning back against the house. Before he could react, the man dropped down to his knees, and sucked Lukas’ throbbing cock. His mind was overcome with pleasure, and once he came into that mans mouth, his mind was plagued by one thing.
Obey.
Since then, Lukas spent most of his time working out, toning his body, and wearing that jacket every where he went. He loved the feeling of his muscles bulging against the leather, the way he looked tougher than usual. The jacket awarded him with more and more orgams, it just needed a host to live, and Lukas was a perferct fit.
He looked after hisself, got a new haircut and changed everything about him. He went to clubs, skipped university and had a new toy every night. Men, women, he didnt care. He was programed to obey, the jacket controlling his every move.
Like a drug addict, Lukas wasnt letting anything happen to his jacket, he kept it with him 24/7. Nothing could tear them apart.
Joe came home from work this afternoon, noticing a box lying in front of his apartments door. There was no info about who sent it to him, or what it was, but still, he decided to take it inside. At first ge tried to figure out whos package it is, but there was no name on it whatsoever. For a while, he ignored it, but not an hour later, curiosity got the better of him.
He openef the box and found a pair of black leather pants inside it. With a shy smile, he pulled it out of the box and took a closer look. The leather felt good, soft but tight. Then he noticed a letter lying underneath it.
“Put me on”, Joe said softly, raising an eyebrow in confusion. This must have been a mistake, he didnt order leather pants. Joe had never worn such trousers. But something inside his mind was intrigued. How would it feel to wear it? Without thinking about it any longer, he unbuttoned his jeans, letting it drop to his ankles.
Slowly, so carefully, he let one leg slip into the leather pants, and as soon as his skin touched the warm fabric, he felt good. “God.” He grunts lowly, as he puts those pants on. All of it felt right, it was a perfect fit, flattering his buff thighs, his ass and his dick. He got up and walked over to a mirror.
Joe smiled. “Damn. Thats hot.” He said running a hand down his massive chest, all of his muscles growing harder by the seconds. He never looked so good. However, Joe suddenly felt heat running through every fiber of his body, seemingly radiating from his crotch. Confused, he tried to open his pants, but something in his mind stopped him once more. His hand froze in place, right on his crotch, feeling his cock twitching through the leather.
“Very good Joe.” A voice said inside his head. “Wha- whats happening??” He said, his head hurting all of the sudden. “Your conditioning is kicking in, like we trained for months.” The voice sounded so smooth, calming him down. “Th- the conditoning?: Joe stuttered. "Yes. Good boy.” The voice said, deeper than before. “Now. You know what to do. Dont waste my time.” By the sound of these words, his whole body reacted instantly, turning stiff and rigid in just a second. His cock got harder and harder, sending waves of pain and pleasure through his whole sytsem.
“What…is…happening?!” Joe moaned loudly, unable to stand. He got on his knees, clutching his crocth with both of his hands. The pants got tighter and tighter, increasing the pressure on the mans body, while he let out deeper and longer moans. Gagging, struggling, simply in pain, joe tried to fight it, overcome the invisible force controlling his body.
“Still fighting Joe?” The voice rang inside his mind. “Adorable.” The man laughed mockingly, as Joes body tensed even harder. No matter what he did, his body wouldnt obey him anymore. With that voice mocking him, calling him a slave, a test subject, just a tool, Joe started to rub his dick, firmly, sending shivers down his spine.
To make matters worse, he enjoyed it, even though he shouldnt. Joe felt his body, all of him was pulsating, moving rhythmically. He then started to thrust into the palms of his hands, moaning, grunting, still trying to regain control over his body. “Its no use, boy.” The voice said, knowing very well that this fight was already over. Before he climaxed, however, his body stopped for a few seconds, making him feel at ease for once.
Just to compulse once more, this time, even worse than before. Joes eyes rolled back deep into his skull, as all of his attention slided into his cock, but it wasnt enough. This repeated again, and again, torturing his mind, until all he could think of was cumming, releasing this pressure. And after what felt like an hour of pain, pleasure and pure torture, the voice let him cum.
The inside of the leather pants were already stained by the mans precum, but once the tip of his cock erupted, all of it was covered in the mans fluids. Joe let out a breathless scream, his eyes white, dull. DRooling and exhausted, body slumped to the floor, hid dick still shooting load after load, with his body twitching again and again.
