Captain Leather (Chris Evans)

“I did it!” shouted the mysterious man, who looked proud of what was in front of his eyes.

A hunky and big man, tied up and looking absolutely dumbfounded was now kidnapped in his lair, and completely under his commands.

This man was none other than Steve Rogers, The Captain America.

Tied into a side of the room, he was sitting there, his mouth open and drooling and his head moving side to side, completely hypnotized.

“I’ve tried and tried millions of times, and finally, after so much trying… You are mine!” He clenched his fist, almost jumping from excitement.

“I knew this would have to be my final experiment. After trying so hard I realized that dumb pieces of meat like you will fall on the simplest of traps…”

The man which was dressed in a bodysuit made of later, covering every single section of his body, except for his penis which was throbbing despite not being hard stepped closer to him, caressing his face with a look of love.

“Hypnotism. My dumb head really couldn’t have thought of it before. How foolish of me.”

He stepped back, gathering himself together and from his palm started reading out loud:

“Von nun an bist du Sklave. Du wirst alles tun, was ich befehle. Und von jetzt an bist du nur noch mein Eigentum.”

Steve’s body start twitching, looking as if he was possessed and suddenly shutting down like he ran out of power.

The mysterious man stepped further once again, taking the glasses off Steve’s face, reveling his bright blue eyes who look as if he’s just woken up from a deep slumber.

“Slave.” Says the mysterious man, and Steve automatically wakes up, his eyes wide open staring directly into the man. “Slave, show me that meaty cake. Hurry!” he shouts in a more aggressive tone and Steve automatically gets up, breaking his ties with his super strength and laying on top of the small stage that was in the center of the strange room.

He sticks his butt out giving a peek of his brown tight hole. Perfectly untouched and hairless.

Steve had no control of his body, but inside of his head he was fighting to break out of the hypnosis. It’s like he had been trapped inside his own body, but he can’t scream or move or use his body in any sort of way.

“You are eager to get fucked, aren’t you Slave?” the man chuckles rubbing his hands together as if there was a huge meal in front of him. (There was.)

Steve only moved his head and butt as if he was a dog, stupidly smiling.

The man moved closer to Steve, entranced in the size and shape of his butt. Caressing it in awe.

“I’ve been waiting for this…” He digs his nose into it, tickling his rump with his tongue. The manly and sweaty odors from his asshole made the man almost go into ecstasy. “Slave. Surprise me.”

As soon as he’s done talking Steve moves and with all force grabs him, then throwing him into the floor.

“Ow! What the hell are you do-” Steve throws his ass into the man’s nose, almost smashing it in half.

The man tries to escape by pushing him, but he can’t with Steve’s whole weight on him.

Now all he sees is darkness, his huge ass cheeks covering his sight and all he can smell is the scent of Steve’s musky hole.

“Srehv… Stahp!” he tries to cry out but he can’t even talk either because his round balls are now filling his mouth. He gives Steve’s ass the loudest slap ever which echoes in the room. Making Steve flinch.

“Get off me! Now!” like a robot once again, Steve gets off his face and sits beside him, a blank expression in his face. “Are you crazy?! You were going to kill me, even hypnotized you’re still an idiot!” Steve’s blank face has no reaction at all to his master’s scolding.

“Robot mode. Off. Steve, you can talk now.” Steve’s face changes from a blank face to crazy screaming, despite this he still can’t control his body, only from his neck up.

“Couldn’t you control yourself? You almost killed me.” The master chuckles, cleaning himself and rubbing his nose, still in pain.

“Why are you doing this to me? Just kill me already!” Steve talks for the first time. Like never before, the tone of his voice is anxious and trembling, out of breath because of how much he was screaming (inside of his head).

“Really? You’d rather die? I’m not even planning on killing you, Rogers. Or should I say… slave?” Once he says the word, Steve’s body twitches like it’s powering up again.

“I have a family to come home to, I’d rather be dead than rot in here.” Says Steve, lowering his head and tears rolling down his face.

“Well I did too. But now they’re dead. Because. Of. You.” Responds the master, showing no remorse for Steve.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers.

“Oh, you’ll be sorry slut.” He stands up on the stage, looking down at Steve. “Slave. Spread your legs.”

Steve does his best to stop himself but he’s struggling, not doing any difference despite how hard he tries.

“From now on, you are my leather slave. I shall call you Captain Leather. Slave, put this on.” He hands Steve a sleeveless leather top, with Captain America’s logo in it. “Now, we’re ready. Get ready Rogers.”

He throws himself the same way his slave did, shoving his dick all the way in Steve’s tight asshole, without any type of lubrication.

“AHHH!” Steve screams hysterically, pressing his teeth together trying to handle the pain.

“What? Is it too big for you slave?” he groans out while pushing his dick in and out of him.

“I’m not your slave, you fucker!”

“We’ll see about that.” He grabs Steve by his neck, pushing his dick all the way in, reaching almost up to his stomach and getting closer to Steve’s face. “Are you enjoying it, slave?”

Steve does his best to show no reaction, not giving the master what he wants. He closes his eyes and lays his head back.

“You fucking love my cock you whore!” Master shouts out aggressively and Steve’s personality automatically takes a switch, his eyes open to roll back into his head, and his tongue falling out his mouth. Moaning like he’s being ripped apart.

“Now that’s how I like it Rogers. I tried to be nice, but if you want it the bad way, I’ll give to you that way. The rough way.” In one pull he takes his cock out, making Steve moan the loudest yet, grabbing onto his ass from the pleasure.

“Keep fucking me, Master… I’m your slave… I only belong to y-”

“Oh, shut up.” He steps back, looking behind him. A group of men like are all standing up like powered off robots. He glances at all of them.

“Let’s see, which one will fit your asshole the best…” His gaze stops on a sexy black man, dangling in his lower body a huge cut cock. “Oh, I know.” He claps two times and the man wakes up. “Slave, go eat my slave Steve’s ass to your heart’s content.” The slave nods coming closer to Steve who’s fingering his now more stretched asshole.

The man puckers his lips and digs his face into the Captain’s asshole.

He sticks his tongue in and out, licking all of Steve’s inside as he moans and groans enjoying every little bit.

“You like it, Rogers?” Master steps in, stroking his cock beside him, looking at the scene in awe.

“I love cock, Master!” Steve responds eagerly, now moving his ass to the rhythm of the other slave’s licks and slurps.

“This is fun… But it’s getting boring. I liked the real Rogers better. Slave, go back to being Steve.”

His face shifts from total pleasure to disgust, trying to move away once again.

“Stop this, goddammit! Get the fuck off my ass!” yells Steve.

“Slave, don’t pay attention to him.” The other man keeps going as if he hasn’t listened to any word they have said, not stopping for a second. “Slave, stop!” He pulls out his tongue which was deep inside his asshole in one pull, making Steve quiver once again.

“AHHH!” Steve yells from the pain… or pleasure.

“I don’t want him to be pregnant yet, so put this condom on. And get to fucking his ass.” Commands the Master, and the slave obeys.

“Can you please stop? I beg you.” Steve cries out once again.

“If you’re going to beg me for something make it be cock, otherwise, close your mouth and take it up.” Responds the Master.

In a matter of seconds, the Slave is all deep in Steve’s hole, stretching it out more than before.

“Slave, stop… Please.” Steve does his best to stop the other slave but the guy keeps fucking his hole hard paying no attention to his words.

“Rogers, your foolishness never ceases to amaze me.” The Master bursts out into laughter mocking Steve who is suffering right now.

“Fuck me harder” Steve whispers stuttering, giving up.

“What are you doing?” The Master stops laughing and turns around shocked at Steve’s words.

“I give up… I’m your slave. Master.” He closes his eyes and opens his mouth, whimpering at the force of the slave’s thick cock inside of him. “Let me ride your cock… I beg you.”

The slave starts listening to Steve’s orders, and the Master just stares shocked without any words.

The sound that echoes in the room of Steve’s moans makes the Master start rubbing his cock. Steve’s moans were now genuine, not the programmed moans he was forced to do. And there’s nothing hotter than this.

Steve takes the lead and slaps his ass into the slave’s fat cock. The meat in his cheeks bouncing while his hole sucks in the man’s dick.

“You can take that condom off now.”