You better say goodbye to your friend, cus once I transform you into his brother’s biker jacket, you’ll never wanna come back. You think that body looks good from a distance? Just wait until you’re wrapped around him every day, his rock solid muscles filling your being while the wind whisks across your leathery facade.
If you close your eyes, you can already start to feel him. You can already feel his bare skin on your fingertips. It’s cool to the touch, but that won’t last for long.
Go, grab him. Grip those muscles and feel them spill out of your hungry hands. Grope those pecs and memorize the movement of his abs.
With your tongue, taste the sweat dripping off his lats. Kiss every inch of his broad, tattooed back, until your lips grow stretched and tired.
Like leather.
You shouldn’t be able to feel your feet by now. Why? Because they don’t exist. Not anymore. All of you is wrapped around his body, writhing and stroking him like a pet. You’ll start to feel his hands now, caressing your skin… your black, shiny skin…
Try as you might to open your eyes, you can’t see if you don’t have a head. Instead, every fiber of you tingles like the sensitive head of a cock. You’ve become an object of pure pleasure, trapped in an infinite yearning that explodes into eternal orgasm every time he puts you on.
He pulls his bodybuilder arms through your sleeves, completing your metamorphosis into your friend’s brother’s leather jacket. Although from now on, you’ll only know him as “master.” He’s your owner. Your best friend. Your everything.
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