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There was relief as I opened my car door and stretched my legs to climb out of my Toyota 4Runner. Placing my Nikes on the pavement of the gas station, I had traveled a couple of hundred miles in the past few hours. This was a relief break to gas up, hit the head and grab snacks and drinks. 

The gas station in Birmingham, Alabama, wasn’t very busy and had good gas prices. I had a few more hours of driving as I headed to the Gulf of Mexico for a weeklong vacation. It was humid out today; I was glad I was wearing my short and a black T-shirt from Wesco boots. 
After stretching, I moved to the pump when I heard the sound of an expensive, powerful street motorcycle. The distinctive sound made me look around, and I saw a bright green Kawasaki Ninja 1000SX with a rider and pillion. They pulled up to the pump behind me, both of them in heavy-duty riding leather, boots, gloves and helmets. 

I caught myself staring at them a little too long, so I put my credit card into the pump and started the authorization. As I was waiting, I turned my attention back to the Biker as he climbed off his ride after the Pillion stepped off. As the rider straightened up, he looked in my direction through his mirror shield, and I quickly changed my gaze to the pump display. With the authorization complete, I grabbed the nozzle, opened the fuel door on my vehicle and started the gas flowing.

I needed to piss something wicked, but I wanted to fill up first, then go into the store to piss and get some food. While the fuel loaded, I kept glancing over at the Biker and his Pillion. Now the rider had removed his helmet and was pulling his credit card from his bag secured to the top of his gas tank. 

It was interesting when the Biker handed the card to the Pillion, who inserted it into the pump and started pumping. As the Pillion fueled the sport bike, he never removed his helmet or gloves—the Biker went through a stretching routine while watching the Pillion fuel up.

My fuel nozzle clicked; I added a bit more gas, and concluded the sale. Climbing into the car, I looked at the bikers again, admiring their gear one last time. After starting the 4Runner, I moved it to a parking stall, went into the store and found the restroom. 

The restroom was empty as I approached the row of urinals. Unzipping my Adidas shorts, I pulled my cock out from my Under Armor underwear and released the fire hose flow of piss. As I lifted my head in relief, I heard the restroom door squeak open, and the tile click as it sounded like two guys were entering. In a matter of moments, the two bikers were on both sides of me as I was releasing my piss. The rider was not wearing his helmet, and the Pillion was still wearing his. The Biker’s leathers were unzipped, and I admit I took a swift look at the Biker’s manhood and was impressed. I couldn’t see the dick of the Pillion as they both started pissing. 

Finishing my flow, I zipped up and stepped away. I decided to take a moment, taking in the scent of their well-worn leather as I washed my hands. Looking at them in the mirror, I was impressed by how tight their asses were in the leather and the bright colors. It was interesting that their leather matched in some ways. The gear was mostly red, with red accents on the back, made by Alpinestars. They wore Alpinestars boots and black gloves. The Pillion also wore a red full-face helmet with a dark shield that hid his face. The rider wore a black helmet with a silver shield, but it seemed he left it on his bike to use the restroom. 

I heard the urinal flush, and the Biker moved to the sink next to me. Looking into the mirror, he nodded his head and greeted me. Shyly, I returned the greeting as he was washing his hands. I reached for the paper towels, but he reached first, took one sheet of paper towel and handed it to me. 

“Thank you.” I responded as I dried my hands.

The Pillion came to the sinks but didn’t wash his hands as he was still wearing gloves. 

As he was drying his hands, the Biker looked at me in the mirror, “You into riding?”

That question surprised me, and I wasn’t sure how to respond. Pausing, I thought for a moment, then answered his question, “I rode motocross when I was a kid but haven’t ridden in years.”

Nodding, the Biker turned and looked at me, “You like our leathers, don’t you?’

That shocked me with the confidence he was asking. But, fuck, he was right; I have thought of getting myself a set of riding leather but never had the guts to do so. 

The Biker looked me over, then nodded to his Pillion. “We’re taking a break on our ride. You’re about the size of my Pillion. What would you think about trying on his gear?”

I was speechless at his question. Why would he want me to put on the gear his Pillion was wearing? A hum came out of my throat as I wasn’t sure how to respond.

“You live here in Birmingham?” asks the Biker.

I shake my head in the negative, “No, I’m on my way to the coast for vacation.”

The Biker nods, then speaks. “Interesting, we are headed that way also. Tell you what, how ‘bout we gear you up and you can ride with me for a few hours.”

The Biker can tell I’m growing in my interest in this proposition. He continues, “My Pillion can drive your vehicle behind us and then you can switch back when we’re either near or at the coast.”

“Why are you offering me this?” I inquire.

“Ask my Pillion, I love motorcycle and enjoy encouraging others to get involved.”

I hesitate for a moment, and he adds, “If you gear up, you have to put on all the gear my Pillion is wearing!”

The Biker steps closer and looks me directly in the eyes. “Everything.”

A chill runs down my spine. What could everything even mean? Does that mean I have to wear his underwear? That wouldn’t be so bad. I have plenty of time to get to my hotel. I look over at the Pillion again and admire his gear. Fuck, I would like to put it on for a while.

I look at the Biker, and our eyes meet. “Sure, let’s gear up.” 

Smiling, I am taken aback when the Biker takes his hand and places it on my shoulder. “Please be respectful, your response should be, yes, Sir.”

That was chilling, and I began to feel a level of submission that I didn’t expect as the Biker squeezed my shoulder slightly, exercising his authority. There was nothing to be fearful of. It just seemed natural for me to respond with a “Yes, Sir.”

He liked that, and he patted me on the shoulder. The Pillion moved to the restroom door and turned the lock. 
“We don’t need any extras involved.” Noted the Biker.

I nodded as the Biker removed his hand. “You should start stripping; you should be totally naked for the gear.”
Now I realized that the underwear was going to be part of what I would be putting on. 

Lightly using his hand, the Biker guided me to the small stall, closing the door behind me, leaving me alone. Since I was dressed casually today, it didn’t take me long to become naked, my bare feet on the cold tile floor of the restroom.

Unlocking the latch, I stepped out and realized how exposed I was to the two men, both in heavy leather riding gear, one still helmeted and in gloves. 

Nodding his head, the Biker looked me over. “Yes, you’ll be able to wear what my Pillion is wearing.” 

The Biker snapped his fingers, and the Pillion started removing his Alpinestars boots, which seemed rather complex. There was the Velcro strap, then the interior laces, before the boots came off. His white athletic socks were stained black by his boots, and his feet were sweating. I looked in the mirror and saw that my cock was displaying some excitement, which was no longer hidden as I stood in my birthday suit before the two bikers. 

Removing his gloves, the Pillion pulled the zipper of his one-piece leather suit, starting at his upper chest and down to his crotch. Then I noticed the zipper went under his crotch. As the Pillion wiggled to get out of the tight suit, his turning revealed that the zipper also exposed his ass. I found that unexpected, and it gave me a sign that perhaps these two bikers might be gay and partners.

 
As the armored leather came off, I could see the Pillion was also wearing full black latex beneath it. Damn, my cock started growing, and I noticed a winking smile come from the Biker. 

“I didn’t expect the rubber.” I noted.

With a light laugh, the Biker responded, “I’m sure you didn’t. But you did say you would put on everything.”

I started to respond, but then realized that short of stopping all this now, I would be putting on the latex before the leathers. As the Pillion began removing the latex from his body, the Biker guided me to the handicapped stall and said he would start handing me the gear to put on. He then handed me the heavy leather suit but told me to not do anything with it. In the smaller space, the leather scent was stronger, mixing with some of the sweat the Pillion had provided to the suit while they were riding. As the door was closed, I wasn’t going to see what the Pillion was wearing under his rubber. Perhaps it was nothing. That only made me reach and lightly grip my cock for a few soft strokes, feeling the pre-cum leaking from my excited organ. 

I could hear the Pillion removing the latex as it echoed off the tiled walls and floor in the restroom. There was some grunting, but it seemed that after a little bit, the suit was off, and the door of the stall was open. The Pillion entered, naked except for wearing the helmet and the shiny steel chastity device that covered his entire crotch. A surprising sound of “Oh!” came from me as I was feeling I was going to avoid being put into the chastity.

Then the door opened again, and the Biker entered, twirling the key chain with a wicked grin on his face. He ignored me and went to the weighty chastity device, unlocking it. The front of the unit popped open, and there was a little sigh of relief from the Pillion as he wiggled his body and the metal side straps slid down, and his cock was exposed as it was released from the tube that was inside the metal chastity. Another metal piece lowered from the waist, and out of the ass of the naked Pillion came a rather long and thick butt plug, with lube stringing from the rider's ass. 

Stepping out of the belt, the rider held it up as the Biker turned to me and, in a firm, commanding voice, said, “It was agreed, everything goes on you.”

I swallowed loudly, realizing I had really fucked myself for that look majorly intense to be locked in, with rubber and leather over it. Plus, my ass is seldom used, so that plug was going to be felt especially when I’m riding on the back of the bike down the interstate. 

“No hesitation, boy. This is what you agreed to.”

My hesitation was mixed with the thought of grabbing my clothes and ending this unplanned excursion into my kinky horniness. What was I thinking, to even consider it and then agree to put on this gear? I was a man of my word, so I stepped forward.

With each man on the opposite side of me, I stepped into the metal straps of the belt, and it was raised. First, the plug was gently pushed into my asshole, and it was tight as the lube helped slide it forward. Interestingly, my cock was firming up as the plug moved deeper and settled in my ass. I felt the cool leather from the gloved hand against my ass skin as the Biker gave the plug a little tap. 

Then, he and the Pillion raised the metal chastity into position, settling the metal straps on my waist as the Biker used his gloved hands to guide my hard pecker into a tube that was part of the crotch plate of the metal device. As my cock slid down the moistly lined tube, I felt small, slightly pointed nubs in the tube that were going to aggravate my cock as I got harder. I moaned a bit, feeling those, and the Biker whispers into my ear, “Don’t you love unknown surprises?”

They continued until the belt was settled on my waist as my crotch and balls disappeared behind the thick shiny steel, with the straps being locked with small locks that fit into slots to keep everything smooth on the device. I could feel the weight of the metal and knew that I would be feeling that plug as it was seated into my ass when we were riding. 

The two of them didn’t waste any time as I was swiftly handed the latex suit to put on. Taking the suit in my hands, I could smell the latex and a hint of sweat from a suit that had obviously been worn for a while.  The interior of the latex was slick as it slid up my legs and wrapped over the metal that now protected my cock and ass. I pulled the suit up further, sliding my arms down the sleeves into the attached gloves. The Biker then helped pull the suit over my torso and aligned the zipper that sealed the black rubber over my naked skin. 
It was tight, and I was getting horny thinking that the Pillion had been wearing the suit and sweat into it under his leather. I lifted my arms to feel the stretch of the rubber I was now trapped in. As I was twisting, the Biker put his hand on my shoulder, and I turned to him. He held the heavy leather suit and handed it to me. 

I think he liked my submission as I put on this gear. It was way more than I expected, but I had agreed, and he knew I was trapping myself into something nearly helpless with the layers of gear I was putting myself into. 

The leather was a challenge to pull on. I had watched motorcycle racers on YouTube do amazingly complex movements to get into their riding gear. This set of leather was no different. I think the suit was smaller than I would have purchased, but I had to go with it. Both men helped me wiggle into the leather, with padding at various points on my body. The latex made me sweat as I maneuvered into the thick leather, which also carried a distinct scent from being worn a great deal. No doubt this Biker makes sure his Pillion maintains lots of time in the leather.

Finally, the suit slipped over my shoulders and wrapped around my chest. The Biker grabbed the zipper and pulled it up to my chin as I felt the leather tighten around me, pressing the rubber onto my skin and pushing the steel of the chastity closer to my crotch. Things were lots warmer with the layer of latex under the thick leather. The Pillion lightly brushed my body with his naked hand, still wearing the helmet. I began to wonder what he was hiding under that helmet. Now that I was zipped into the leather, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would find out.

The Biker handed me the socks and boots, which I put on while sitting on the toilet, followed by the gloves. With the stall door open, I could see my reflection in the mirror over the bank of sinks. As I was admiring myself in the leathers, I could feel my cock being pressed into the small, annoying bumps in the tube that my pecker was locked in. I closed my eyes briefly, sighing at how I put myself into this position, but fuck if it was horny. 

My fantasy was pulled back to reality as the Biker placed his hand on my shoulder. I noticed that the Pillion had disappeared and the Biker was holding the Pillion's helmet. I looked down at the helmet in his gloved hand, then up at the Biker's eyes. As I was gazing into his eyes, he pulled up a Mr. S leather Asylum hood. I was surprised but knew that something was under Pillion’s helmet, and now I know what it was. I was instructed to turn around as the Biker put the leather hood over my head and tightened it with the laces. After it was secured, he slid the mouth covering of the Asylum hood over my face, which gagged me. That was strapped tightly behind my head, leaving me with only my eyesight available. 

Turning me to face him, the Biker then handed me the sweaty helmet that I was allowed to pull down over my hooded head. It was tight as it settled, and the Biker reached up to fasten the strap, and I was now in the helmet. One final surprise: the Biker produced a Lost Gear Hemlock that locked the helmet strap buckle. There was no way I was going to get the helmet off. 

The Biker tapped the side of the helmet, “Looking fucking great, Pillion.”

He then moved to unlock the restroom door as the Pillion came out of the other stall wearing my clothes. He was a blond-haired dude; his hair slightly matted from being in the leather hood and helmet for a long while. He had my keys, my wallet in the pockets of my shorts as he walked directly out of the restroom with no good-bye to the Biker or me. 

“Let’s go!” demanded the Biker, and I found myself following him out of the store. 

We walked out of the store, and no one thought anything about two guys in riding leathers, one locked in a helmet they didn’t realize was locked. As we walked across the parking lot to the Biker’s ride, I watched, speechless, as my vehicle pulled out and left me behind. I had no idea when I would see my car again or the Pillion that I replaced.

Getting to the Biker’s ride, he grabbed his helmet and climbed on. I then moved to lift my leg, and I felt that plug that was shoved in my ass, unable to get out anytime soon. Seating myself on the small seat for the Pillion, I felt the plug push a little bit into my ass. The Biker heard the moan come from inside my helmet, and he chuckled. He then took my gloved hands and placed them around his waist, patting them to let me know I was to leave them there.

Starting up the machine's engine, I felt the vibration in my gear as the Biker kicked the bike into gear and accelerated quickly from the pump to the gas station exit. I was surprised once again as he headed in the opposite direction I was heading, most certainly not going to the beach as I had planned. 

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