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By *antyhoselovers OP   TV/TS
6 weeks ago

Southport

A dream of mine is to have a couple of dominating bi men that love their sub sissy encased in nylon. Pair of crotchless pantyhose on the bottom half and a pair over the top half. Where the two pairs meet, they are sewn together on the waistbands. A stocking is them placed over my head and sewn together with the top half pantyhose. You would then be 100% encased in nylon. Then my two masters could then bind and use me as they like. Would also like to be taken somewhere remote late at night dressed like this and left to try and get myself home.

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By *ornyMick16Man
6 weeks ago

Liverpool


"A dream of mine is to have a couple of dominating bi men that love their sub sissy encased in nylon. Pair of crotchless pantyhose on the bottom half and a pair over the top half. Where the two pairs meet, they are sewn together on the waistbands. A stocking is them placed over my head and sewn together with the top half pantyhose. You would then be 100% encased in nylon. Then my two masters could then bind and use me as they like. Would also like to be taken somewhere remote late at night dressed like this and left to try and get myself home."
Can I be your driver to drop you off

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By *ackiemagsTV/TS
6 weeks ago

Andover

Love the sound ot this too. Would love being left outside like this

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By *antyhoselovers OP   TV/TS
6 weeks ago

Southport

E’s knees pressed into the cool concrete of the garage floor, the rough bite of the stone against his skin a sharp contrast to the soft, whispering promise of the nylon that lay coiled at his feet. His breath came in shallow, eager gasps, chest rising and falling as he watched Mark and Jason loom over him, their silhouettes framed by the dim glow of a single bulb swinging lazily from the ceiling. The scent of leather and musk clung to the air, thick and heady, mingling with the faint, sweet odor of the fresh pantyhose that lay waiting like a second skin.

Mark’s hands were firm as they slipped the first pair of crotchless pantyhose up E’s legs. The sheer nylon stretched over his calves, clinging to the curve of his shins before sliding over his knees, the fabric whispering against the hair that dusted his thighs. E shivered as the material settled, the coolness of the nylon sending a ripple of gooseflesh across his skin. He could feel the gentle pressure of the hose against his cock, the thin fabric barely concealing the length that twitched in anticipation, the head of his erection pressing softly against the crotchless opening, a tantalizing tease that made his breath hitch. Jason’s fingers trailed up E’s inner thigh, nails grazing the sensitive skin, eliciting a low moan that escaped E’s lips before he could stifle it.

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By *antyhoselovers OP   TV/TS
5 weeks ago

Southport

Look at you,” Mark murmured, voice low and rough, “already getting hard for us.” He pulled the hose higher, the nylon hugging E’s hips, the waistband snapping softly against his stomach as it settled. The second pair followed, identical in sheer darkness, and as Mark drew it up, E felt the familiar, delicious squeeze of the fabric pressing his ass cheeks together, the nylon molding to the curve of his buttocks like a second layer of flesh. The sensation was both constricting and exhilarating, the nylon’s slickness gliding over his skin as it tightened, each movement sending a fresh wave of arousal through his core.

When the waistbands of the two pairs met, Mark and Jason paused, their eyes locking over E’s trembling form. With practiced precision, they began to sew the waistbands together, a thick, white thread pulling tight as they stitched the seam. Each pull of the needle drew a soft, audible tug, the nylon protesting slightly before yielding, the seam becoming an unyielding band that locked the two layers into a single, unbroken tube. E felt the pressure intensify, the nylon now a continuous sheath from his toes to his waist, the fabric hugging him so tightly that he could barely flex his muscles without the material resisting, the sensation akin to being wrapped in a living, breathing cocoon.

Jason lifted the sheer stocking, its silk-like texture glinting faintly in the bulb’s light. He eased it over E’s head, the opening stretching to accommodate his hair, the nylon brushing against his forehead, his cheeks, his lips. E inhaled sharply as the stocking settled, the material pressing against his scalp, the seam at the crown pulling taut as Jason began to sew it to the top layer of pantyhose. The stitches were small, deliberate, each one pulling the stocking tighter against his skull, the nylon now encasing his entire head, his vision reduced to a hazy, muted glow through the sheer fabric. He could feel the pressure of the stocking against his ears, the soft rustle as he shifted, the sensation of being utterly, completely wrapped in nylon from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes.

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By *ylonplesureTV/TS
5 weeks ago

Stafford

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By *egselevenMan
5 weeks ago

burnley

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By *antyhoselovers OP   TV/TS
5 weeks ago

Southport

A shudder ran through E’s body as the final knot was tied, the seam at his waist a firm, unyielding band that seemed to pulse with his own heartbeat. He could feel the nylon pressing against his cock, the fabric rubbing lightly with each involuntary throb, the head of his erection slick with precum that soaked through the sheer material, darkening the nylon in a small, intimate spot. His ass, cradled tightly by the dual layers, felt the constant, delicious squeeze, the nylon molding to every curve, every dip, promising a delicious friction should anyone dare to press against him.

Mark’s grip tightened on E’s wrists, the leather straps he’d produced from his belt snapping shut with a decisive click. The cold metal of the buckles bit into E’s skin as the straps cinched, the leather biting just enough to leave a faint, reddened imprint. Jason moved to E’s ankles, looping the thick straps around his calves, pulling them tight until the nylon stretched taut over his shins, the leather digging into the flesh just above his boots. E’s limbs were now immobilized, his arms pulled behind his back, his legs spread just enough to expose the vulnerable line of his inner thighs, the nylon stretched thin over the delicate skin there, the faintest hint of his flesh visible through the sheer darkness.

A low, guttural chuckle escaped Mark’s lips as he stood, the leather of his boots scaping against the concrete. “Look at you, pretty thing,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “All wrapped up, ready for us.” Jason stepped close, his broad chest brushing against E’s back, the heat of his body seeping through the nylon, making E’s skin prickle with anticipation. He could feel Jason’s hard length pressing against his ass through the layers of fabric, the unmistakable ridge of a cock straining against his own trousers, the promise of use humming in the air.

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By *egselevenMan
5 weeks ago

burnley

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By *needbottomMan
5 weeks ago

torpoint

Wow great story

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By *antyhoselovers OP   TV/TS
5 weeks ago

Southport

“Time to take you for a little walk,” Jason whispered, his breath hot against E’s ear, the words sending a shiver down E’s spine that had nothing to do with the night’s chill. Mark slipped a leather leash onto the collar that had been fastened around E’s neck earlier—a thin, black band of nylon that now lay snug against his throat, the leather of the leash cool against his skin as it tightened.

Together, they guided E’s bound, nylon‑encased form toward the garage door. The night air hit him like a slap, cool and damp, carrying the distant hum of crickets and the faint scent of pine from the woods beyond. Each step was a struggle; the nylon resisted his movement, the leather straps biting into his wrists and ankles, the stocking over his head muffling the world into a soft, muted roar. Yet with every step, the pressure of the nylon against his cock and ass intensified, the fabric rubbing, squeezing, teasing, sending spikes of pleasure that made his breath hitch and his hips jerk involuntarily despite his restraints.

Mark’s hand rested possessively on the small of Eli’s back, his fingers digging into the nylon‑covered flesh, feeling the subtle tremble of E’s body as he fought to keep his balance. Jason’s grip on the leash was firm, his thumb rubbing circles over the leather, eliciting a soft whimper from E each time the strap tightened just a fraction more.

They walked in silence for a few heartbeats, the only sounds the rustle of nylon against nylon, the creak of leather, and E’s ragged, muffled breaths. The darkness swallowed them, the streetlights flickering far overhead, casting long shadows that seemed to swallow the trio whole. E’s mind swam with sensations—the tight embrace of the nylon, the sting of the leather, the heat of the two men flanking him, the knowledge that he was utterly at their mercy, a living doll of silk and steel, ready to be used, to be taken, to be left alone in the night to find his way home.

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By *egselevenMan
5 weeks ago

burnley

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By *antyhoselovers OP   TV/TS
5 weeks ago

Southport

Time to take you for a little walk,” Jason whispered, his breath hot against E’s ear, the words sending a shiver down E’s spine that had nothing to do with the night’s chill. Mark slipped a leather leash onto the collar that had been fastened around E’s neck earlier—a thin, black band of nylon that now lay snug against his throat, the leather of the leash cool against his skin as it tightened.

Together, they guided E’s bound, nylon‑encased form toward the garage door. The night air hit him like a slap, cool and damp, carrying the distant hum of crickets and the faint scent of pine from the woods beyond. Each step was a struggle; the nylon resisted his movement, the leather straps biting into his wrists and ankles, the stocking over his head muffling the world into a soft, muted roar. Yet with every step, the pressure of the nylon against his cock and ass intensified, the fabric rubbing, squeezing, teasing, sending spikes of pleasure that made his breath hitch and his hips jerk involuntarily despite his restraints.

Mark’s hand rested possessively on the small of E’s back, his fingers digging into the nylon‑covered flesh, feeling the subtle tremble of E’s body as he fought to keep his balance. Jason’s grip on the leash was firm, his thumb rubbing circles over the leather, eliciting a soft whimper from E each time the strap tightened just a fraction more.

They walked in silence for a few heartbeats, the only sounds the rustle of nylon against nylon, the creak of leather, and E’s ragged, muffled breaths. The darkness swallowed them, the streetlights flickering far overhead, casting long shadows that seemed to swallow the trio whole. E’s mind swam with sensations—the tight embrace of the nylon, the sting of the leather, the heat of the two men flanking him, the knowledge that he was utterly at their mercy, a living doll of silk and steel, ready to be used, to be taken, to be left alone in the night to find his way home.

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