"Oh, fuck, why would Quinn even want this slave boy costume? He's not
even dating any girls that I know of - and even if he was, why would
he choose the one labelled "GAY SLAVE BOY" it even has a friggin' pink
triangle dog tag hanging from the collar!" you say as you lie on his
bed too weak to get up. You feel something cold on your chest. You
reach and touch hard metal. It's raised on the surface of your skin,
but it's under the skin growing like a pimple. You trace the outline
with your finger. It's triangular in shape.
You hear the kitchen door open. Your brother's familiar voice calls
out, "Yo, anybody home?" He stomps around a bit, and calls out a
couple more times. You're too weak to answer. You feel yourself
collapsing, you're losing mass, you're becoming the patent leather
harness that's glowing in the sex catalogue.
"Oh, shit," you whisper as you totally transform and collapse on your
brother's bed as a slave boy harness, complete with collar and dog
tag, thong pouch with a padlock and key. You're not just leather but
you're chrome plated steel too. Your dick is now a 2 inch hard rubber
butt plug attached to the thong strap that used to be the back of your
head. Your perspective is distorted but you realize that your face,
mouth, eyes and nose are all part of the leather pouch, the rest of
your body makes up the straps, and the collar opening is your anus.
When someone wears you, it'll be like they've penetrated your ass with
their neck. This is way to sick, and you know that Quinn is totally
to blame for your current situation.
Quinn enters whispering into his iPhone, "Yeah, Max, it's totally
quiet over here. Don't know where my squirt brother is or anyone else
for that matter, so I'm going to enjoy the me time. Now talk dirty to
me, please, Maxy!"
He walks into his room. "Oh, you devil, Max, you got me the slaveboy
costume from the XXX Catalogue! I can't wait to try it on - just a min
and I'll stream a video of me in it to you."
He sets the phone down as Max tries to explain he didn't get him a
slave boy costume.
You groan inwardly as your big brother puts you on. The pouch interior
is more complex than you realized with its own tiny harness rendering
the wearing incapable of getting erect, but at the same time tight
enough to guarantee a partial hard on. The butt plug slides in a lot
more easily than you expected, he tightens the waistband and locks the
pouch in place with the padlock. Then he tightens the straps on the
harness after first securing the collar around his neck.