(Part 2)
Ten years ago, while still in high school, the leather-coat guy and the leather-short-sleeve guy were both classmates and neighbors.
The leather-coat guy was named Wang Zhiguo, and the leather-short-sleeve guy was named Li Jianfeng.
At that time, Li Jianfeng was a slender youth with delicate features and skin so pale it was almost translucent, as if he spent all his time buried in books away from the sun. Though his hair was often a bit messy from studying, his eyes were large and bright, brimming with sharp observation.
Wang Zhiguo, on the other hand, was a campus celebrity.
As captain of the school basketball team, he stood 1.85 meters tall, with broad shoulders and muscles subtly outlined beneath his tight athletic wear.
His face was sharply defined, and beneath his thick brows, his eyes always carried a hint of arrogance. When he smiled, he revealed a row of white teeth, radiating the bold confidence unique to youth.
Normally, Wang Zhiguo never spared a glance for a “bookworm” like Li Jianfeng, and even when passing him on the school field, he would only cast a disdainful look.
However, once he learned that Li Jianfeng’s family ran a leather goods store, everything began to change.
It was a snowy afternoon, and the shop was nearly empty.
Pedestrians on the street were bundled in heavy cotton coats, hurrying along as the cold wind howled.
Inside the leather shop, Li Jianfeng sat alone behind the counter.
He flipped through an old magazine to pass the time; the warmth of the heater made him drowsy.
The doorbell jingled, and Wang Zhiguo pushed the door open. A gust of cold air jolted Li Jianfeng awake.
Wang Zhiguo wore the black athletic jacket issued by the school basketball team, its cuffs slightly faded from wear. Below, he had on gray sweatpants with traces of mud from the field.
He grinned, his tone deliberately familiar:
“Hey! How’s business, bro?”
Li Jianfeng looked up, startled, a flicker of suspicion rising in his chest.
Since when had this guy become so friendly?
He replied politely and let Wang Zhiguo wander around the store.
To avoid eye contact, he picked up the magazine again and pretended to be busy. Only after the other left did he let out a sigh of relief.
At first, Li Jianfeng didn’t think much of it, assuming Wang Zhiguo was simply bored and dropping by.
But over the next few days, Wang Zhiguo appeared every time Li Jianfeng was alone in the shop.
Each time he entered, he would first act relaxed, pretending to look around, before his gaze inevitably drifted toward one corner of the store.
In that dim corner sat several old wooden crates, beside which stood a battered plastic male mannequin. Its surface was covered in scratches, and its joints were loose, as if it might fall apart at any moment.
The mannequin wore a black leather jacket, thick and heavy like a prop from an 80s crime film, paired with black leather pants whose glossy surface contrasted sharply with the other garments in the shop.
Yet the outfit had long gone unsold, left to gather dust in the corner, as if destined to be forgotten with time.
Li Jianfeng hadn’t paid it much attention at first, but Wang Zhiguo’s behavior gradually aroused his suspicion.
Every time Wang Zhiguo approached that corner, he would linger, fingers idly tracing the edges of the leather jacket and pants, his eyes filled with an indescribable focus.
Once, as he left, Li Jianfeng caught a glimpse of a damp patch at Wang Zhiguo’s crotch, bulging as if hiding some secret.
A sensitive intuition made Li Jianfeng’s heart tighten; he began to watch the usually arrogant athlete more closely.
One chilly afternoon, Wang Zhiguo came again to chat. After he left, Li Jianfeng couldn’t help checking that corner.
The air was thick with the strong scent of leather oil, mingled with a faint, familiar fishy odor. He crouched down to examine the leather outfit.
The leather surface had been polished to a shine, reflecting the dim light. When he touched the cool, thick material, his fingertips produced a soft friction sound.
Suddenly, a crumpled tissue in the corner made him frown.
He picked it up and realized the familiar fishy smell came from it.
A few days later, Wang Zhiguo returned.
On the snowy day, the street outside was almost deserted; a thin layer of frost had formed on the shop window, blurring the outside world.
Wang Zhiguo pushed the door open, his cheeks flushed from the cold wind, tiny beads of sweat clinging to the tip of his nose.
He made small talk with Li Jianfeng, then excused himself to browse and headed straight for the corner.
Li Jianfeng happened to have an errand and casually asked him to watch the shop.
Wang Zhiguo nodded, a barely noticeable smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
When Li Jianfeng returned, it was already dark. The heater in the shop burned brightly, casting Wang Zhiguo’s shadow long across the floor.
Seeing Li Jianfeng back, Wang Zhiguo immediately made to leave.
His steps were hurried, his face slightly flustered, his eyes avoiding direct contact, which only deepened Li Jianfeng’s suspicions.
After Wang Zhiguo left, Li Jianfeng returned to the corner.
The air carried an even stronger, more pungent odor, reminding him of the tissue he had found earlier.
This time the fishy smell overpowered the leather oil, making him realize it was the trace of something forbidden.
Looking down, under the dim light, he saw a conspicuous white wet stain on the thick leather pants—viscous and startling.
He leaned in and smelled it; the odor hit him straight in the nose, making his stomach churn.
Li Jianfeng stood frozen, his heart racing.
He finally understood the secret behind Wang Zhiguo’s frequent visits.
The proud basketball captain harbored an unspeakable fetish for this old leather outfit. At the thought, his cheeks inexplicably grew warm.
That night, Li Jianfeng lay in bed, his mind churning with complicated emotions.
Over the past few days—whether because Wang Zhiguo kept chatting with him or because of that corner—he had begun to feel an indescribable attraction toward Wang Zhiguo.
Though Wang Zhiguo usually seemed arrogant,
his handsome face and upright posture often slipped unbidden into Li Jianfeng’s dreams.
Yet various reasons forced him to bury those feelings deep inside.
Now, this unexpected discovery was like a key, unlocking a hidden possibility.
Shocked yet curious, he even felt a thrill at the thought of gaining control.
He decided to take a risky step and see where this secret might lead them.
A few days later, the snow eased, and Wang Zhiguo visited again.
He still wore his familiar athletic jacket. Though the wind was less fierce than before, his hair was still tousled by it.
Seeing Wang Zhiguo arrive, Li Jianfeng’s face changed from its usual awkwardness; he greeted him with a genuine smile, his lips carrying an unmistakable hint of anticipation.
Wang Zhiguo once again pretended to wander casually toward the corner, but today he found the old mannequin—and the leather outfit—gone.
A flash of disappointment crossed his face, as if he had lost something precious.
Li Jianfeng stood behind the counter, pretending to sort ledgers while secretly watching Wang Zhiguo from the corner of his eye.
When Wang Zhiguo asked about the outfit’s whereabouts, Li Jianfeng deliberately slowed his speech and said casually:
“The mannequin was too old, and no one bought the clothes, so I put them in storage to get rid of them.”
Wang Zhiguo’s eyes lit up instantly, and he blurted out:
“Then sell them to me!”
The moment the words left his mouth, he realized how eager he sounded, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
“Sell them? That outfit costs over a thousand yuan. Can you afford it?” Li Jianfeng asked.
Wang Zhiguo was speechless.
Suddenly he spoke again:
“That outfit is special. I really like it. If possible, could I try it on?”
Li Jianfeng smiled inwardly but kept a straight face, pointing toward the narrow storage room down the back corridor: “Go ahead. It’s in there.”
The storage room was dim and cramped, filled with clutter and old goods. Though a faint musty smell lingered, it couldn’t mask the rich scent of leather.
Wang Zhiguo eagerly found the leather outfit. His hands trembled slightly as he picked it up, as if handling a treasure.
He quickly shed his jacket and slipped into the heavy black leather coat. The tight leather wrapped around his broad shoulders with a soft friction sound. The leather pants clung tightly to his muscular thighs, outlining his perfect leg lines as if custom-made for him.
Standing before a mottled mirror in the corner of the storage room, he gazed at his muscular frame fully encased in black leather. Paired with his sculpted features, he looked like the protagonist of an 80s crime drama.
Staring at his reflection, Wang Zhiguo’s eyes gradually grew hazy, his chest heaving violently as if driven by some primal urge.
He reached out, slowly caressing the smooth leather surface, savoring the sensation. Gradually, his breathing quickened.
Seeing no one behind him, he quietly pulled out his already-hardened member from his pants. It seemed to have been leaking even before he took it out.
Unable to hold back, he began masturbating in front of the mirror while wearing the leather.
Just as he was immersed and about to climax, he heard soft footsteps behind him.
Before he could react, his hands were twisted behind his back, and a palm covered his mouth.
He jerked his head around and saw Li Jianfeng’s delicate yet coldly smiling face.
“I didn’t expect you to be such a pervert!”
Li Jianfeng’s voice was low, laced with mockery.
Wang Zhiguo’s face flushed crimson, shame and an excitement he hadn’t noticed intertwining.
His body twisted involuntarily, the sound of leather friction echoing sharply in the cramped storage room.
The erect pink flesh stood in stark contrast to the black leather pants.
Li Jianfeng’s heart pounded with the thrill of exposing the secret and a strange sense of anticipation. Excitedly, he pinned Wang Zhiguo with his body, preventing escape.
Though Wang Zhiguo could have broken free, he acted like a prisoner awaiting judgment—offering only weak struggles instead of full resistance.
In the mirror, beneath his thick brows, his eyes mixed shame, fear, and uncontrollable excitement.
His breathing grew rapid; sweat slid from his temples down his high nose and dripped onto the glossy leather with soft “tick” sounds.
“Want to jerk off in leather? Fine, I’ll let you wear it to your heart’s content!”
Li Jianfeng stuffed a nylon fabric he had already prepared into Wang Zhiguo’s mouth, the fibers scraping his lips and muffling his low whimpers.
Then he pulled a belt from his waist and swiftly bound Wang Zhiguo’s hands behind his back. The leather dug into his wrists, leaving red marks.
Wang Zhiguo struggled, muscles tensing, the leather jacket sleeves tightening to reveal his solid arms.
Before he could react further, Li Jianfeng bound him from head to toe. Even his mouth was secured with a soft leather strap covering from below his nose to his chin, ensuring he couldn’t spit out the gag.
He turned his head toward the mirror and saw he had been turned into a leather-bound human stick. Behind him, Li Jianfeng held another leather strap.
With a twist, Li Jianfeng blindfolded him with it, stripping away his vision as the strap tightened.
Li Jianfeng’s gaze swept over Wang Zhiguo’s exposed lower body, the thick organ protruding from the tight leather pants with unmistakable masculine tension.
A sudden surge of heat rushed from his chest to his abdomen; his own crotch began to tent.
Though Wang Zhiguo was blindfolded, Li Jianfeng clenched his teeth and suppressed his excitement, telling himself he must not show weakness in front of this “pervert.”
From a cabinet he retrieved a discarded black shoelace and approached Wang Zhiguo with ill intent. He bent down, looped it around his genitals and testicles, and pulled hard. Wang Zhiguo’s body jerked violently, emitting a muffled groan.
The sensitive area stung as the lace bit into the skin.
Feeling the strange sensation, Wang Zhiguo’s leather-covered face twisted in pain, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Yet inside, something seemed ignited—a pleasure he had never known drove him to let out lewd moans.
Li Jianfeng was startled but quickly straightened up.
After glancing around, his eyes fell on an old wooden crate nearby.
The crate was an old wooden structure, its surface scratched, emitting a damp musty smell. A rusty iron lock hung on its door.
With all his strength, he grabbed Wang Zhiguo’s arm and roughly dragged him to the crate.
Wang Zhiguo stumbled; the sound of leather rubbing sounded like a secret invitation.
Li Jianfeng used every ounce of strength to force him into the narrow crate.
The space inside was tight; Wang Zhiguo’s body was squeezed into a curled position, leather scraping against the wood with a low thud.
After one last look, Li Jianfeng reluctantly locked the door. The iron lock clicked shut, cutting off Wang Zhiguo’s muffled moans, leaving only faint struggling sounds from within.
Li Jianfeng turned and left the storage room, closing the door behind him…
Night fell; the cold wind once again swirled snowflakes along the bluestone path.
Inside the leather shop, the heater had long gone out, leaving only a trace of residual warmth.
After closing, Li Jianfeng opened the storage room door.
Dim light illuminated the upright crate. Low whimpers occasionally escaped from inside, as if Wang Zhiguo was on the verge of breaking down—intermittent and weak.
Li Jianfeng stepped forward and slowly opened the door; the wood creaked long and gratingly.
When the door opened, Wang Zhiguo nearly collapsed, his limp body falling into Li Jianfeng’s arms.
The damp, stuffy air inside had soaked his hair with sweat, strands plastered to his forehead.
After removing the two leather straps from his face, Wang Zhiguo’s handsome features were etched with exhaustion.
Seeing Li Jianfeng, his eyes held a complex expression—half shame, half pleading, like a drowning man grasping at straws.
Wang Zhiguo gently rubbed against Li Jianfeng; the cool touch of the leather jacket made Li Jianfeng’s heart tighten. But soon he spoke in a cold tone:
“Will you dare do this again?”
Wang Zhiguo shook his head vigorously, the nylon gag still in his mouth allowing only muffled whimpers.
Li Jianfeng hid a smile, narrowed his eyes, and spoke more sternly:
“What if you do it again?”
Wang Zhiguo let out another vague moan from his throat, like an unspoken plea for mercy.
Li Jianfeng snorted coldly and leaned close to Wang Zhiguo’s ear, speaking softly but sharply: “If you do it again, I’ll tie you up again!”
Wang Zhiguo closed his eyes and nodded desperately; sweat from his temples ran down his chin and dripped onto the dusty floor.
Soon after, Li Jianfeng began untying him.
When the final shoelace was removed, Wang Zhiguo’s body jerked violently, as if liberated from some restraint.
His lower body remained erect even after so long; it even twitched the moment the lace came off, a defiant presence.
Li Jianfeng paused, then glared at Wang Zhiguo.
“Don’t let me catch you doing this again!”
Wang Zhiguo lowered his head like a child admitting fault.
In the dim light, a faint gleam shone in his eyes, as if hiding some unfinished desire…
Just as Li Jianfeng thought the absurd game had ended,
a few weeks later, Wang Zhiguo came again.
That day, Li Jianfeng’s parents had gone out to restock, leaving him alone in the shop once more.
In the evening, just as he was about to close, the doorbell jingled and Wang Zhiguo walked in.
Seeing Li Jianfeng, his face flushed red, as if suppressing some impulse.
The familiar athletic jacket was unzipped wide, revealing his chest tightly wrapped in a compression shirt. Perhaps fresh from training, sweat glistened on his neck.
Li Jianfeng sneered, his tone laced with sarcasm:
“What are you here for again? Didn’t get enough punishment last time?”
He expected Wang Zhiguo to back down, but to his surprise, the other nodded, staring straight at him with almost defiant honesty.
Li Jianfeng froze; anger and curiosity tangled inside him. This guy was a complete pervert!
He said coldly:
“Go home. You’re not welcome here.”
But before he finished, Wang Zhiguo suddenly stepped forward and grabbed him with a strong arm, the force making it impossible for Li Jianfeng to break free.
“Stop pretending!”
Wang Zhiguo’s voice was low and urgent, trembling slightly.
“You were hard as hell last time too—I saw it. No less than me!”
The words struck Li Jianfeng like a heavy blow.
His face flushed instantly; his throat felt blocked as scenes from that night in the storage room flashed through his mind…
To be honest, the sight of Wang Zhiguo bound and gagged, the moans that escaped despite the gag, had triggered an uncontrollable physical response in Li Jianfeng. Since that day, whenever night fell and all was quiet, he couldn’t help recalling every detail.
He wanted to refute Wang Zhiguo, but found he had no defense.
At that moment the air seemed to freeze. The heater had long gone out; cold seeped up from the floor, chilling to the bone.
Their eyes met in the dim light. Wang Zhiguo’s gaze was intense and complex—part challenge, part probe.
Li Jianfeng pretended to be resolute, but his wavering was unmistakable.
He clenched his teeth and decided not to retreat.
Since Wang Zhiguo was being so “honest,” he might as well go with the flow and teach this “pervert” another lesson.
“Want to play again? Fine, I’ll let you play to your heart’s content!”
Li Jianfeng grabbed Wang Zhiguo’s arm and shoved him into the storage room.
The air inside was still damp, heavy with the choking scent of leather.
The old leather outfit had been hung back on the mannequin in the corner. After that night, Li Jianfeng had cleaned it again; the leather surface now gleamed under the dim light with an eerie sheen.
Wang Zhiguo’s eyes lit up, as if drawn by some magic. He eagerly stripped off his clothes and donned the heavy black leather jacket.
The leather once again tightly encased his broad chest and bulging thigh muscles, like battle armor tailored just for him.
After putting on the leather outfit, Wang Zhiguo’s eyes grew hazy again, as if immersed in some intoxicating pleasure.
Li Jianfeng watched coldly, arms crossed, his tone icy:
“Turn around. Back to me.”
His voice echoed in the storage room with undeniable authority.
Wang Zhiguo hesitated, his Adam’s apple bobbing, then slowly turned, his back to Li Jianfeng. The hem of the leather jacket trembled slightly with his movement.
The air in the storage room grew heavier; the rich leather scent mingled with their breathing, as if some ritual was about to begin.
Li Jianfeng acted swiftly and decisively. From a wooden crate in the corner he pulled out a bundle of rough brown leather straps. He stepped forward, seized Wang Zhiguo’s hands, and pinned them behind his back.
The straps wound rapidly around his wrists and arms. In moments, Wang Zhiguo’s upper body was tightly bound.
Wang Zhiguo let out a low groan and tried to struggle, but even flexing his muscles to strain against the leather jacket proved futile against Li Jianfeng’s meticulous binding.
Seeing that Wang Zhiguo was now completely at his mercy, Li Jianfeng retrieved the nylon fabric he had previously used as a gag from the cabinet—it was a common men’s nylon sock from that era. After several days, the edges were slightly worn.
He wadded the sock into a ball, gripped Wang Zhiguo’s chin, and forcibly stuffed it into his mouth.
A whimper escaped Wang Zhiguo’s throat, a moan of shame mixed with indescribable excitement.
Without hesitation, Li Jianfeng tore off a wide strip of black tape and sealed Wang Zhiguo’s mouth, wrapping it three times before tightening it further with a thin leather strap. The pressure slightly deformed his cheeks.
Whether it muffled sound was uncertain, but discomfort was guaranteed.
“Watch carefully!”
Li Jianfeng deliberately left Wang Zhiguo’s eyes uncovered so that after binding him, he could drag him in front of the full-length mirror in the storage room and make him look at himself.
Forced to face his reflection, Wang Zhiguo’s face flushed crimson, while the prominent bulge in his crotch stood out sharply against the tight leather pants.
His pupils dilated; an irresistible force seemed to pull him toward surrender.
Li Jianfeng stood behind him and suddenly covered Wang Zhiguo’s mouth tightly with one hand while the other began roaming over his body.
His slender fingers slid from Wang Zhiguo’s chest down to his abdomen.
Finally, his hand stopped at the center of Wang Zhiguo’s thighs and pressed lightly. Wang Zhiguo’s body jerked violently, a moan escaping his throat.
The tighter his muscles, the more obvious his reaction below became.