《The Leather Uncle and Nephew's Crazy Game》
（Extra Chapter of 《The Sports Student's Leather Journey》）
Author: Kim Fiesta
Since I started working out, I have kept the habit of morning runs for many years. That day, in the early morning mountains, the encounter with two leather men was like a secret flame that has quietly burned deep in my heart for years.
After graduating from university, I passed the exam and joined the traffic police brigade at the foot of that mountain, becoming a leather-clad traffic police officer wearing a leather police uniform and long leather police boots.
With my grades, I could have had better options, but for some reason, this mountain held an inexplicable attachment for me. Perhaps years of morning runs had already made me unable to leave this place, or maybe I still wanted to meet those two leather men from back then again. (See Chapter One of 《The Sports Student's Leather Journey》 for details.)
Every day after patrols, I would often sneak up that familiar mountain path in the leather police uniform issued by the team. I would always stare blankly at that pavilion from back then, wondering if the two of them would return to this place for their intriguing objectification games.
Over time, this often made me dream in the middle of the night of myself wearing this leather traffic police uniform, becoming the plaything of those two leather men from back then...
Sometimes, I was tied up like a zongzi and placed in the pavilion. They used a leather gag to hold my mouth open, making me a tool for their oral pleasure;
Sometimes, I was tied side by side with the man named Wang Zhiguo, kneeling together to serve the other leather man...
Most of the time in my dreams, I was completely objectified by them, emitting lewd moans of "mmm mmm mmm" while being played with, enduring their humiliation of this leather traffic police officer.
That feeling of being completely controlled and losing freedom filled me with inexplicable excitement. This sensation always stimulated every nerve in my body, becoming an inescapable secret desire.
But it also often gave me headaches, because every time I dreamed of them, I would wake up to a mess on the bed. Several times, cleaning up semen in the morning nearly made me late for work...
It was sunset again. Today, as usual, I went up the mountain after work without changing out of my leather police uniform.
My leather police boots made dull sounds on the mountain path. The slightly tight leather police pants newly issued by the team rubbed against my thigh muscles, making me both nervous and faintly excited. To make this exclusive beautiful time last longer, I carefully avoided the main paths where colleagues might spot me, wandering only on familiar small trails.
After wandering for a while and preparing to head down, I vaguely saw a black figure at the location of that pavilion from back then.
I couldn't help but stop to observe carefully, only to notice it was a man wrapped entirely in black leather. He wore a long black leather trench coat and a leather cap with a police-style brim. His face was concealed by black sunglasses and a black latex-like mask.
Wearing long leather boots, he was struggling to pull a large black suitcase. However, his walking posture looked awkward, resembling Wang Zhiguo from back then, whose upper body and thighs were tightly bound under the trench coat. But his build was slightly shorter than the Wang Zhiguo in my memory—perhaps a partner from their leather circle?
Bolstered by my leather traffic police uniform, my heart racing, I gathered the courage to approach and strike up a conversation:
"Comrade, do you need any help?"
The man did not answer. His body trembled slightly, and a muffled "mmm mmm mmm" sound faintly came from under the black latex mask. This familiar voice that inexplicably excited me made my heart stir, but I couldn't show it now.
Feigning composure, I reached out and casually pulled open the front of his leather trench coat. The coat was now loosely draped over his shoulders, while inside, brown hemp ropes and crisscrossing black leather straps tightly bound his upper arms and chest muscles, leaving only his forearms free to move. The ropes outlined seductive muscle lines on his chest, and at the collar of his leather uniform, the glossy sheen of a tight latex suit wrapped up to his neck was faintly visible.
Although his build wasn't as robust as Wang Zhiguo's back then, he was packaged in leather and ropes in an especially sexy way.
As his chest heaved with rapid breaths, the leather and latex on his body began to emit subtle friction sounds. Under the mask and sunglasses, his face started to flush slightly, exuding a charming shame from having his secret discovered yet being powerless.
I swallowed, suppressed my inner turmoil, and calmly asked:
"Were you coerced? I'm a traffic police officer from down the mountain. Don't be afraid."
As I spoke, I prepared to help untie the restraints on his body.
But he quickly pushed my hand away, shook his head, raised his chin, and gestured toward the suitcase he brought. After hesitating for a moment, I placed the suitcase horizontally on the pavilion floor and unzipped it.
When the suitcase opened, a strong odor mixed with leather, latex, sweat, and bodily fluids hit me.
Inside the suitcase was a man wrapped in a full-body black latex suit, wearing black riding boots. He was bound in an extremely complex arrangement of ropes and wide leather straps into a humiliating ball-like posture. His legs were folded and pressed against his chest, and the soles of his riding boots were tied upward by ropes, looking very uncomfortable. Especially the leather harness-like gag on his head and the latex hood that only exposed his nostrils made me fear that if left in this tight outfit and position for too long, he might be in life-threatening danger. So I began examining the restraints on the latex man's body to see if I could loosen some bindings to make him more comfortable.
The latex suit on the latex man seemed oiled, appearing shiny and highlighting every muscle on his body, especially his solid chest muscles and thick thighs. The firm, sexy curves were clearly visible under the latex wrap.
His crotch was unabashedly exposed, allowing me to clearly see his shaved pubic area. Surprisingly, his penis, the symbol of his masculinity, was firmly locked in a metal chastity device. Perhaps sensing the temperature change inside and outside the suitcase, the metal lock on his lower body twitched slightly just now.
Upon realizing he had been discovered by an outsider, the latex man began struggling violently under the ropes and leather straps. The latex surface emitted its characteristic squeaking sounds from friction, and his charming moans softly escaped from under the latex hood, seemingly from a gagged mouth. At this moment, he looked helpless yet irresistibly sexy, making one want to reach out and touch him.
My heart pounded as I watched, and my crotch in the leather pants had noticeably swollen without me realizing.
"Are you two... playing some kind of game?" I tried asking them.
The leather man shook his head.
Then I asked again: "Then are you in some kind of trouble?"
This time, he nodded.
Although I wanted to untie them immediately, thinking of how that leather man back then had plotted against me using Wang Zhiguo, I still asked in a low voice to probe:
"Is anyone monitoring you?"
He shook his head.
Out of caution, I quietly checked the surroundings. After confirming there were no suspicious people lurking nearby, I felt slightly relieved.
Compared to the leather man who still had some mobility in his hands and feet, the latex man in the suitcase, completely immobilized, clearly needed my help more.
So I took a deep breath and began trying to undo the complex restraints on his body.
Although I had participated in the team's bondage release exercises, facing this situation made me somewhat nervous. Especially when my fingers touched his sexy body tightly wrapped in latex, I couldn't help but feel waves of excitement inside.
The smooth, hot, strange sensation of the latex man's body, the muscles trembling slightly from the ropes, and the man's rapid breathing sounds wrapped in latex all made me both nervous and inexplicably excited.
Although the leather man's arms and thighs were still bound with ropes, he still walked over stiffly to help.
To prevent the latex man from suffocating due to prolonged wrapping and tight bondage, I prepared to first undo the restraints on the latex man's head. The leather harness on the latex man's head was intricately tied with leather straps. Fortunately, with the leather man's help, we finally managed to remove it from the latex man's head. Under the harness was a black latex hood. The full-coverage latex hood clung tightly to the man's skull and skin, with water vapor seeping from the small nostril openings as he breathed.
After I unzipped the back of the latex hood and removed it from the man's head, the latex man let out a long breath. Taking advantage of his gasping, I quickly removed the black blindfold from his eyes. After taking off the blindfold, his moist eyes slowly opened. His gaze seemed to carry humiliation and a hint of desire, presumably wanting me to free him as soon as possible. So I quickly undid the restraints on his mouth. I unfastened the button on his gag and slowly pulled out the thick dildo stuffed in his mouth. Then, the black silk cloth ball stuffed in his mouth, already soaked with saliva, was gradually pulled out, trailing sticky silver threads and making a "pop" sound.
Just freed from the gag, the latex man's mouth couldn't close for a while. Crystal-clear saliva dripped from his chin onto his shiny black latex chest, looking extremely seductive.
After staring for a few seconds, I continued undoing the wide leather straps and ropes fixed on his body. With each segment released, his long-compressed muscles would slightly relax. The smooth, tight latex suit under the ropes had developed marks from prolonged pressure.
When his limbs were completely freed and he crawled out of the suitcase unsteadily, his black latex skin stood out strikingly against the green mountains.
His perky butt, clearly showing training marks, and the evenly muscled curves of his calves and thighs looked especially alluring under the latex wrap, cast in the sunset glow.
After finally freeing the latex man, just as I was about to ask about their situation, a hand wearing a black leather glove suddenly covered my mouth and nose from behind with a white cloth that had a faint sweet scent.
As I struggled desperately, the latex man, just freed, also quickly pounced over and pinned down my shoulders and arms.
Controlled by two people and with my mouth and nose covered, I didn't struggle for long before a strong dizziness overwhelmed me, making my whole body go limp like mud and collapse to the ground.
Fortunately, my consciousness remained clear, but I temporarily lost the strength to control my body. When I tried to speak and question them, I found I didn't even have the strength to talk, so I could only lie on the mountain pavilion floor like this.
I watched helplessly as the leather man and latex man approached me with the ropes, leather straps, and various props just removed from the latex man's body. Fear, like ice water, poured into my chest.
"Pretending to be a passerby to save us, I didn't expect you to bring such a handsome outfit. Looks like we two should properly reward you."
The latex man sat beside me smilingly sorting the ropes, speaking while flashing a roguish grin.
Pretending to be a passerby? Reward? Why couldn't I understand what he was saying?
Listening to the latex man's words, my mind was full of confusion.
But before I could think further, the leather man flipped me over face-down on the ground. Wearing my neat leather traffic police uniform, I lay on the ground letting the two manipulate me.
They skillfully twisted my arms behind my back. I could feel the rough ropes wrapping around my wrists, then tightly crossing and securing my hands. To bind me more firmly, after restraining my hands, they pulled upward, forming a W shape. Now, even if I had strength to struggle, it would be hard to break free.
Next, the rope went around my chest, deeply constricting my torso through the leather jacket. Each tightening of the rope gave me a strong sense of pressure, making me feel helpless and desperate. But along with the chest tightness, there was also a strange, electric-like stimulation shooting straight to my lower body.
After binding my upper body with ropes, the latex man seemed unsatisfied. He found a pair of cotton socks to cover my hands, then put leather mitts over the sock-wrapped hands. Only then did he contentedly bring my legs together, preparing to bind my lower body.
The latex man used ropes to secure my thighs, above the knees, below the knees, and calves respectively, then used the wide restraint leather straps just removed from his body to add three or four more layers at the ankles of my police boots, the knees of my leather police pants, and the upper thighs. As the straps were gradually secured, my legs could no longer do anything but kick and struggle; left and right legs were completely unable to separate, and my leather police pants were stretched even tighter. My leather police boots still shone under the sunset, but now they seemed to symbolize my capture by these two men also wearing leather boots.
The scene I had fantasized about countless times was now truly happening to me. This unprecedented experience made my muscles tremble slightly under the restraints.
After roughly completing the body binding, they flipped me over to lie supine on the ground. My leather police uniform was now somewhat disheveled due to the layers of rope restraints.
Seeing this, the latex man lifted my upper body so I could sit on the ground. Then he sat behind me, his chest pressed tightly against my hands bound behind my back. He hugged me from behind, caressing my chest outlined clearly by the ropes. With my upper body movement restricted and lower body tightly bound by ropes and leather straps, I couldn't escape his fondling and could only obediently stay in his embrace, letting him rub, pinch, and touch every sensitive part of my body through the leather police uniform, feeling his hot breath on my ear.
While the latex man was still taking advantage of me, the leather man beside picked up the dildo just used to gag the latex man's mouth and walked over to us.
The latex man, interrupted in his fun, seemed unhappy. He feigned not seeing it impatiently, deliberately delaying for a while before reluctantly taking the gag handed by the leather man.
In a commanding tone, he had the leather man unzip his crotch, toss him the key, remove the silk stocking covering the penis under the chastity lock, and then lock himself up again.
The poor leather man, whose cock had been engorged the whole time, had finally been released only to have to lock it back himself now.
From this, it was clear that the latex man was the true dominant in their master-slave relationship...
But soon, it was my turn to suffer. The latex man took the black silk stocking removed from the leather man's cock, waved it in front of me, then pried open my lips and stuffed this original-scent stocking, reeking of the leather man's lower body residue and thick cum, into my mouth.
Upon hearing my moans, the latex man behind trembled with excitement. Soon, he pinched my chin, forced my mouth open wider, and deeply inserted the dildo just used to gag his mouth, along with the smelly stocking originally on the leather man's lower body, into my mouth.
Now my oral cavity was completely stuffed. The fake cock almost pushed that smelly stocking into my throat, forcing me to emit only muffled, barely audible "mmm mmm mmm" sounds.
The latex man unhurriedly secured the gag's own leather strap behind my head. He had the leather man bring two white soccer socks and layered two more over my mouth area. Then he tightly wrapped several layers of wide white medical tape over my mouth, completely hiding the soccer socks inside.
Thinking this restraint was already tight enough, unexpectedly the latex man slowly pulled the latex hood he had just worn down over my head, tightly covering my entire face, leaving only the nostrils for breathing.
With my eyes covered, the world plunged into darkness. My entire body already tightly bound, my mouth now layered with seals, I could only emit weak whimpers, completely losing the ability to resist, lying helplessly before the leather man and latex man.
Although I could no longer see what they were doing, I could feel them folding my body into a stringent hogtie position, forcing my legs to fold with the soles of my leather police boots slightly facing upward.
They also put the harness just used on the latex man's head onto mine. Through the iron rings on the harness connected with ropes, they forced my entire head to maintain an upward-tilted posture, making even lowering my head a luxury.
Then, they used more ropes and leather straps, wrapping around my body one by one to secure it, repeatedly fixing my whole body, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Finally, like the latex man before, I was packed like cargo and stuffed into the suitcase.
"I originally wanted to put a chastity lock on your cock, but unfortunately, I felt your cock staying hard, so probably can't put it on for now, haha."
The latex man chuckled while touching my lower body.
Listening to the sound of the suitcase zipper slowly closing, darkness and oppression completely engulfed me. Tightly bound, my mouth sealed with layers of fabric and a dildo carrying strange odors, I could only emit weak whimpers.
The despair of being unable to struggle, unable to call for help, completely objectified, made my heart tremble. But at this moment, my lower body was painfully hard inside the leather pants. Could it be that I was enjoying this helplessness so much?
After feeling myself being lifted into the car, I began trying to struggle and undo the restraints. But my hands were tightly wrapped in socks and leather mitts, fingers completely unable to move, let alone pick at the ropes to break free.
After failing to release the bonds, I quietly lay inside the suitcase, awaiting my next fate.