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Leather Capped
🕑 Added 2023-09-08 00:41:38 +0000 UTCHank had always been a big man. He couldn't help it, his body always heading in a larger direction no matter how he dieted or exercised. He struggled with the hair on it too, unable to stop it as it spread across his entire skin. He had no chance against his stubble, always having a shadow by noon. He was left with no option but to let it grow out.
He was walking through town when he noticed a leather shop that hadn't been there before. It intrigued him, so he ended up taking a peek inside. He came face to face with a man that could have been his brother once he entered. Even though the man stood taller, they had a similar build, thick torsos with bulky limbs surrounded by fur. The man's eyes raised, looking over Hank before speaking.
"Looking for anything in particular?"
Hank had never felt intimidated before, but in this moment facing a larger man he was unsure of himself. He decided to commit to his action, stepping in and replying he was just looking around. The man didn't seem to believe that answer, but nodded none the less. Something about that action made Hank feel threatened, causing him a need to spend enough time looking through the store.
The store was narrow as Hank walked through, his shoulders bumping into the racks neighboring him. They were full leather coats, uniforms, all the like, but as he made it to the back of the store he started noticing some other forms of wear he didn't recognize. Belts looped through rings of metal in some fashion, pants without a groin, even jockstraps.
It wasn't long before he was walking past fetish gear, whips and slings, beginning to encroach on the back of the store. What surprised him when he reached the wall however, where he expected the most lude paraphernalia to be, seemed to be just normal everyday wear. Belts, wallets, more jackets. He assumed it was the clearance area, but nothing else pointed toward that idea.
He glanced over the items until a cap caught his eye. He didn't know why but he felt drawn to it. He stepped toward it without thinking, picking it up off the shelf.
"Find what you were looking for?"
Hank jumped, finding himself suddenly beside the man of the store. Hank felt like he'd been caught, holding the leather cap, eyes locked in a gaze with the store's supervisor.
"You should try it on, see how it feels" The giant said with a smile.
Hank had the most creeping feeling that those words were ill intended, as if they were a dare. He managed to break the gaze of the shopkeep and turned toward the mirror he had noticed on the side, making direct eye contact with himself. He held the cap up tentatively, beginning to lower it to his skull. Just for a moment, he had a sinking feeling that he shouldn't put it on, the strangest thought that this was the last time he'd see himself the same way. In a second however, the cap was on his head, and his thoughts vanished.
The man who had been Hank came too in a black room, but the only identity he knew himself as was Sir. Strong lights shone right above him, a cap on his head shielding his eyes from their beams. He was staring into a mirror, gazing at his exposed body sitting on the floor. Something was pressed inside his ass, rooting him to the floor. He wouldn't dare try to get up.
Strong hands kneaded his nips in the pelt of his chest, sending sparks of arousal constantly through his mind. The hands were attached to two thick arms leading up above Hank's head, connected to a hirsute body. Sir recognized the man, remembering seeing him inside a leather shop. Sir's brow furrowed. He couldn't recall anything else, any memory of his previous life having been dug from his mind.
The man behind him finally spoke. "Is Sir awake?"
Sir felt his mind light up at the question. He didn't understand the feeling, but he felt whispers of that voice sunk deeply in his mind, planted far inside his head. He couldn't recall exactly what they said, but felt them there, telling him exactly who he was.
"Yes" Sir replied, voice empty, a blank slate.
