Leather

Billy looked out from the bar he was dancing at to the biker bar across the street, now those were some real men. Guys that wore leather, who looked tough, who were dominant and unapologetic for their unbridled masculinity. Billy sighed as he went back to dancing in his skimpy red undies, his bubble butt on show for all the men gathered around him. None of them were what he was looking for, the skinny prancing twinks, the cute, hairy bears and the older but sweet guys that all worshipped his body and butt, that’s not what Billy wanted. 

Billy wanted someone tough, someone protective and someone even a little frightening. These others guys were so desperate to make him happy, to make sure he was alright that they ended up sounding pathetic to Billy. He needed someone to take charge, someone to take control and someone that wouldn’t always put him first and baby him. As Billy strutted off his podium, getting the last few bills shoved into his briefs, he let his lust and desire get the better of him. The green smoke was waiting for him as he got backstage. 

As Billy pulled out the assorted notes from his underwear, his thoughts drifted back to his perfect man. “I just want a man like those bikers across the street, someone who doesn’t take no shit, someone dominant and in charge, a real tough guy that…” 

Billy hadn’t even finished his thought before the hungry trickster pounced on his prey. The green smoke was quick as it rushed into Billy’s right ear and out the left, only having to make minor changes as it rushed outside to make the real change. 

Billy shook his head and shivered unaware of the magical fog that had just passed through him. Although he did feel slightly strange, somewhat anxious, like he was late for something, but he dint know what. It was then that the outside door was kicked open and the doorway filled with a large imposing figure.

“You better have made a lot of money for me bitch boi! Because you know I hate it when you make me wait!” The looming figure boomed at Billy.

Billy was both terrified and angry, who was this guy to talk to him in such a manner and call him ‘bitch boi’? Billy was ready to confront the man that had barged in and demeaned him but as soon as the figure came into view Billy found himself retreating. At the sight of the man Billy felt a feeling of shame and fear wash over him, his confidence disappeared and his body language shrunk inwards. Billy couldn’t explain it, he would never be spoken to in such a way, but it was as if his body had almost given up and as it felt like any minute he would fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness. Billy could have mistaken the man to be one of the bikers he had just been lusting after but the man was dressed far too crudely to be a biker. The man was dressed in leather or partially dressed as the case maybe, his torso was bare besides a leather vest, gloves and cuffs leaving his hairy, muscled chest out on display, his pectorals big and his nipples even bigger. The man wore leather chaps with leather underwear his bulge extremely large and extremely prominent. His leather boots slammed down on the ground as he marched closer adding to his intimating aura, his muscles bulged and tensed as he moved making him look frighteningly strong but what terrified Billy the most was his face, partially covered by his leather cap, all that could be seen was a curled snarl on his weathered face.

Billy was petrified and the overwhelming feeling of guilt and shame was getting stronger the closer the man got to him. Billy wanted to run, to call for help after all a strange frightening man had barged in and demanded money from him. Yet while his mind wanted to flee his body had other ideas as it remained still and what’s more much to Billy’s confusion was evidently aroused as an obvious boner bulged out of his tight underwear.

The man now inches away from Billy growled and then spoke “Well boi? How much did you make!”

Even though the man was only speaking the tone and the ferocity that it was spoken made Billy shake with fear. Billy planned to stay quiet, to hope someone would hear and come help but without his consent his body answered back.

“256 tonight sir” Billy answered with a look of shock on his face. Why had he answered?

“That will have to do” The man said visibly annoyed as he reached out an open palm.

Surely this man couldn’t be serious? Billy wasn’t going to let this man barge in and steal his money; he had worked hard for that. However, as Billy stood there staring into the icy gaze of the terrifying man, his mind begun to question itself. He shouldn’t keep him waiting; He didn’t want to make him angry. Shouldn’t he give his money to him? He shouldn’t be keeping his own money anyway? He belonged to the gang and so did what he earned. Billy shook his head, gang? What gang? He didn’t belong to any gang, did he? While Billy was having his internal struggle he didn’t realise his hand had already placed his nights earning into the calloused paw of the biker bully. Immediately Billy wanted to grab them back but his body didn’t respond, instead the feeling shame washed over him, he shouldn’t be feeling such thoughts the money belonged to master.

Billy didn’t even have time to dwell on the last disturbing thought as he felt a leather glove wrap around his neck and push him to the ground. Now on his hands and knees, Billy couldn’t even comprehend what was happening as he looked up at the leather bear, his body not even attempting to stand back up.

“Come along bitch boi, the gangs waiting” The man growled as he walked towards the exit. Billy had no intention of following, the man was crazy and he needed to get away from him, but as obediently as a dog Billy found himself crawling behind the scary man, out of the bar and across the street where a circle of bikers and the motor cycles were waiting.

Billy was frantic with panic as he knelt on the floor, surrounded by bikers in nothing but a pair of red undies. Why had he followed the man? Why couldn’t he speak and call for help? Why were all these dirty, sleazy bikers leering at him? Billy looked around wildly looking for some way out of his strange, dire situation but as he was looking around something caught his eye on one of the motorbikes hub cups. Looking at his the shiny metal he expected to see his reflection but that couldn’t be him; he was wearing red underwear not black. Billy quickly looked down at himself and was shocked to see his underwear had changed and it was far worse than he thought, because they had not just turned black, they were also now leather. Billy wanted to get up and run, to scream for help or at least show any kind of disapproval of what was happening but his body remained frozen in place, on all fours, surrounded by bikers as he begun to change. Billy could do nothing but watch and sob as his reflection changed in the hub cup of the bike, his toned body lost some of its muscle mass as a layer of fat appeared across his chest. His face aged as ten more years flashed past leaving his youth far behind. The hair on his head became shaven, while the hair on his body grew outwards; the matted field of body hair on his chest became a smattering of black and grey. His leather underwear expanded to form a matching pair of chaps as well as a heavy pair of boots. Billy was in tears as the last of the changes made him almost unrecognisable, large holes appeared in his ears as gauges stretched out his earlobes permanently, a large heavy metal padlock and chain locked itself around his neck and with a searing burning pain a new tattoo appeared on his lower back. The large black lettering would be impossible to hide as it read for all to see ‘BIKER BITCH’.

Billy let the tears roll down his face as one of the men grabbed his cheeks “I can’t wait to use that mouth of yours later. I’ve been dying for a good blow job all day”. The man was just about to pull out his cock when a loud booming voice made him stop.

“BITCH BOI, HEEL”

Billy knew he couldn’t respond, that he wasn’t some bitch for a gang of bikers to use, bully and mistreat, but the more he waited the worse his body felt and the more his body ached for the cock of it's new master. Under normal circumstances Billy may have been able to escape the grasp of the horny bikers but this was the month of October and the trickster’s powers were unmatched. With a raging hard cock and screaming mind Billy’s body crawled over to his new master and buried his face into his leather crotch, lapping and sniffing at the material trying to get what was inside.

Billy was lost forever, trapped at the back of his mind as his body lived out its new life as biker gang’s fuck toy. All Billy could do was scream, he’d be taking at least twenty other cocks this evening but first he had to satisfy his master who had just pulled down his leather chaps and unleashed his fat, throbbing 12 inch cock.