Custom-Fit [1 - A Desperate Request] (How to Train Your Dragon)

Summary: Astrid asks Hiccup to make leather restraints for her so she can live out her bondage fantasies. Hiccup is thrilled to create the tightest, sexiest outfit possible and make her more helpless than she could ever imagine.

Tags: Bondage/BDSM, Submission, Romance, Erotica

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It was two weeks after she was captured and Astrid still couldn't get the feeling out of her head.

Dragon hunters had managed to catch her when she was off guard on a flight, far from Berk, separating her from an angry Stormfly and bringing her aboard their ship. She was trussed up in tight leather straps and tossed in the cargo hold while they continued their hunt. At first she had found herself angry at her situation, but as time passed she had been slowly turned on by the sheer helplessness she had felt.

The leather straps around her had been firm and had held her wrists and ankles together in a tight hogtie, preventing her from doing anything else then wobble from side on the rough wooden deck in her riding outfit. Her mouth had been stuffed with cloth, making her unable to yell for help. The feeling of no control, of no power at all over her situation had begun to turn into a warm feeling inside of her. The tight straps became more so, and the feelings only continued to increase in intensity. Astrid had never felt that level of desire within herself before, and on the third day she found herself actively enjoying the feelings of the leather bindings around her limbs. At one point she had tried to make the hogtie even tighter.

It had been a long three days before the other Riders had found her and broken her out. She was glad to have been rescued, and the weeks had passed without further incident, but that feeling still remained. The idea of being helpless, of secure leather surrounding her body and keeping her prisoner made a low fire burn inside of her, and the fire could not be put out no matter what she did. Training, flying, and working did nothing to help her. As more time went by she found she could not stop thinking about the feeling of the smooth material against her skin.

Astrid groaned and pulled her axe out of the tree before her. Even deep in the forest with no one around it was still on her mind. Training had helped for a while to distract her but the quiet want within her was back with a vengeance. No matter what she did, her thoughts always strayed back to leather restraints.

She turned around, surveying the damaged trees near her in the morning light after she had practiced on them for the better part of an hour. There was always room to improve, and she felt her accuracy at throwing her double-headed axe was getting a bit sloppy.

Her hand shifted down the leather-bound grip of the axe as she prepared to throw it again, the smooth material with rough edges sending a shiver up her arm as it passed over her palm. It felt just like the straps that had held her wrists together…

"Aaauugh!" Astrid shouted in annoyance, swinging the weapon wildly. She breathed in quiet anger at herself before sighing. She slung the weapon over her shoulder and turned from the clearing she was in with a frown. "I can't stop thinking about it!"

She idly looked back to the direction of Berk's village. She needed to get her mind of that feeling one way or another. Maybe Hiccup was up for a flight? Her dork of a boyfriend was good at distracting her from things. With a determined nod she agreed on her course of action and set off at a jog, heading for the one place Hiccup would be in the afternoon if not flying: the forge. She shoved her fantasies out her mind as best she could and pushed on.

She passed through the forest quickly, the trees thinning out and revealing the growing village of Berk at a bright late morning, dragons gently flying above it while the ground below bustled with Viking activity. She entered without hesitation, slowing her pace to a casual walk as she strode past the busy villagers around her, dragons mixed in. She had long since gotten used to the sights of humans and dragons living together and was now only annoyed she had to dodge more obstacles on the way to her destination.

She made it to the forge before too long, finding the ramshackle building occupied as usual. Gobber was pounding away at a bent scrap of metal on his anvil, completely focused on his work. She quietly slipped past him, carefully walking through the piles of materials, tools and weapons before seeing the torn flap that marked the back of the building where the hidden workshop was. She brushed through it without a second thought, coming into the darker back room. Thick wooden pillars held up the plank ceiling from all four corners, part of the building's main supports. The thin timber walls kept in the warmth and gave their occupant a cozy place to work for hours. She had spent more time in this room than she cared to admit.

Hiccup was there as predicted, sitting at his work desk on a bent stool and facing away from her. His head turned as she entered, a happy smile coming to his face. "Hi Astrid!" He greeted, offering her a wave. "I thought you would be training for a few more hours at least. Did you lose the throwing knives again?"

Astrid's frown deepened at the question. "That was one time. One mistake. Can you please let it go already?"

"Ha, never!" he replied with a snarky grin. "The Great Astrid Hofferson makes mistakes too, I need all the reminders I can get! Anyway, what can I do for you, milady?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go for a flight right now?" she asked confidently, hoping she could pull him away from whatever he was doing. "I could use the fresh air."

Hiccup pondered for a moment before shaking his head. "Sorry Astrid, but I need to finish this today to stay on schedule," he said and pointed at his desk. "I don't want to fall behind when Gobber likes to throw surprise busy work at me."

Astrid walked forward to look over his shoulder. Resting on the desk in front of him was a patched leather sleeve from his armor, the brown material mid-stitch in a damaged spot from the swipe of a sword during Astrid's rescue from the hunters. It appeared she had interrupted him while he was repairing it.

She looked back at him opened her mouth to reply with a sarcastic comment, but her eyes strayed back to the leather. It looked to be far smoother than the old straps around her axe, and she knew it was from firsthand experience touching it when Hiccup wore it. He did like to comment on how comfortable it was. And it certainly looked good on him, as tight as he liked to wear it.

Tight.

Astrid stared at the pieces of leather, the warm feeling from before rising back up uncontrollably. A thought crossed her mind, of that same leather pulled off the desk and wrapped around her, tightly. Keeping her from moving, restraining her against herself. She kept her eyes on the desk for far too long, not noticing as Hiccup called her name.

"Astrid?" he called louder, shaking her out of her stupor. She took a step back, the low fire within her having grown larger in the few seconds it took to stare at the material before her. She shook her head quickly and turned to Hiccup. "Sorry, I was thinking about something."

Hiccup frowned but nodded. "Anyway, I was saying I have to stitch this back up and then make some new straps for the wings."

The mention of straps made her heart jump slightly. She fought it down and smiled for him to go on.

"The old ones weren't strong enough in my opinion – I'm going to use thicker leather this time, and then make the mounts waaaaay tighter. I don't want them to move at all."

Astrid grit her teeth as every word seemed to make the fire brighter within her. The words shot through her head, giving her inappropriate imagery of the straps tightening down into her own skin. She tried to fight the ideas sifting through her mind, her hands gripping the sides of her skirt with white knuckles.

"And the dagger sheath is too loose as well. I need to make better buckles for it so the straps stay completely secure, no matter how hard you pull at them. The goal is to make it so secure that you can fight against it for hours and it won't budge."

The imagery of said leather around her own body kept coming, and Astrid crossed her legs in discomfort as the heat began to spread. She so desperately wanted him to shut up, while another side of her that was growing stronger by the second wanted him to never stop. The fire grew brighter and brighter, and beads of sweat started to form on her skin.

"Lastly I need to work on my saddle. The leather is getting rough and it rubs uncomfortably against me and Toothless when we ride, and we can't do anything about it when w-"

Astrid wanted to scream. She jumped forward and clamped her hand over his mouth, her crimson-red face a breath away from his surprised one. She panted quietly, warm sweat slipping down her face. "Please, please shut up," she asked in an almost begging tone.

Hiccup stared at her in worry, and gently removed her hand. "Are you okay? You don't look so good."

"I'm… fine," she managed to get out, eyes wandering to the desk behind him. The smooth leather was an arm's reach away from her fingers. Oh, Odin help her.

"Is something wrong? I can help, you know that," he asked with a warm smile.

Astrid kept staring at the leather armor behind him, handcrafted by Hiccup. He was the blacksmith's apprentice and was the best metalworker she knew, plus he was very skilled with leather. She could almost imagine him making certain things just for her…

Her face became two shades redder as the idea came into her mind. Hiccup, making custom bindings just for her. Leather contouring to her curves, wrapping around them just perfectly. Him putting them on her, and tightening them more and more and more-

Astrid snarled and spun around, walking over to the room's wall and slamming her head against it. She couldn't get the damn thoughts out her damned head!

Hiccup remained quiet, looking at her in worry from his stool. The genuine care on his face made her relax her tense muscles. If she kept this up he would probably think she had gone insane.

Her eyes darted to back to the desk. The last idea was still fresh in her head, and the more she thought about it the more appealing it sounded. The rational part of her spoke up. It had been weeks and the feeling of desire for being bound in leather had only increased. She wasn't going to be able to escape it at this rate. Maybe she could fight back against it in another way.

The realization came to her fully. If she gave into it somewhat, tied herself up with leather for a while, maybe her body would be satisfied for some time. Enough to give her some breathing room. She slowly accepted the idea the more she thought about it, letting out a frustrated breath. Maybe she just needed give into it for a little while.

"Sorry. I have a lot on my mind," she offered to her boyfriend with an apologetic glance.

"I… can tell," he replied cautiously.

"Could…" she bit her lip in nervousness, the feeling rare for her. "Could I borrow some leather straps from you? Ones that can tighten down?"

Hiccup's face brightened, happy to be of use. "Of course! I have some spares around here from the saddles, and the old straps from the wings I mentioned. Depending on what you need them for, I can also cut some new ones. We can get the exact size you need, and make sure they are just tight enough."

Oh gods, he needed to shut up. "Whatever you can spare, I can work with," she replied, trying to keep her voice level. Please don't ask more…

"What are you doing with them?" He asked. "You know me, I'm happy to help on whatever project you're working on."

Astrid opened her mouth, her normal confidence long gone. She didn't know what to say anymore. She felt hot to the touch and almost sticky, and desire burned inside of her. This was getting really bad. She tried to respond but didn't know what to say, anything she said would only make him ask more questions.

She stared at his gentle eyes even as her skin got hotter and hotter from both discomfort and leather cravings. She wanted to get out of her tunic and skirt now more than ever before in her life. She knew he wanted to help, but she wanted to do this herself! She didn't want to make this any more awkward than it was already!

Astrid suddenly realized a flaw in her plan. Getting the straps to truly bind her would be extremely difficult, and even if she did succeed, she risked getting trapped in them.

She needed help. Oh gods, she needed help to do it.

Astrid's face grew hotter and hotter, the warm air in the forge becoming unbearable. Her willpower slipped away quickly.

"I want to be tied up in leather!" She almost shouted, her face redder than ever before.

Pure humiliation and embarrassment shot through her as the words left her mouth. Hiccup seemed surprised as well, eyebrows raising. He stood up from the stool and slowly walked over to her.

"You… want to be restrained? In leather? Willingly?" he asked, voice seeming more confused than judgmental.

"Oh Hel, Hiccup!" she shouted angrily, grabbing his shoulders and starting to shamefully vent her frustration. "I can't stop thinking about it! Every hour of every day! Ever since the hunters tied me up on their ship I can't get it out of my head! All I can think about is being tied in leather, struggling and… and helpless, and unable to get out of it no matter how hard I try! It won't stop turning me on! The only way I think I can get this to stop is to just give into it!"

She breathed heavily after her outburst, partly glad to have gotten it out. It was Hiccup's turn to be red though, as his freckled face had darkened with the color during her yelling. Astrid wasn't sure what he would say next, but she knew it would probably be super awkward for both of them. Why did she even-

"I can help with that," he said quietly.

Astrid paused her stressed-out breathing and cocked her head to the side. "Wait, what? Really?"

"Of c-course!" he replied, pushing her hands off of his shoulders with a dorky smile. "I'm happy to help!"

"Just like that?" she asked disbelievingly. "Your girlfriend asked you to help tie her up because leather won't stop turning her on, and you want to help?" Gods, that felt weird to say. This was a hel of a day.

"Sure," Hiccup smiled, seeming much less phased about the subject than her. "Right now?"

Astrid's heart sped up at the question. Now? In the middle of the day? In the back of the forge, so close to Gobber and rest of the village? The idea was both frightening and yet seemed to turn her on even more. She got control of herself and shook her head. "Not now, no," She thought embarrassedly for a moment. "But later? Can we – maybe - use those straps from your suit's wings?"

Hiccup laughed awkwardly. "Those are too short. And the ones for the saddles are way too long. I probably need to cut some new ones just for you."

Custom-fitted bindings? The thought was only adding to the fire within her. She could have them tailored to fit her body perfectly, to push against her skin in all the right ways. She shivered in anticipation even as her body continued to burn.

"Do you…" Hiccup started, "Want anything else other than straps?"

Astrid paused uncomfortably and looked at the ground. She wasn't sure how far she should take this, it was already extremely awkward. But the feelings of desire still twisted inside of her, and she wanted to deal with them. She had come this far, why stop now? "Can you make a gag? A big one that keeps me from talking… and that I can't get out of my mouth?" Asking the question made her face blaze in mortification.

Hiccup nodded. "S-sure, I can do that. What else?"

Ideas started to shoot through her head, all of the scattered daydreams from the last two weeks coming to mind. If she was going to do this she might as well go all in. "Can you make a leather sleeve-thing for my arms so that I can't move them? Or use my hands at all? I don't want to be able to escape, no matter what."

Hiccup nodded again, walking back over to the desk and grabbing a charcoal pencil and a scrap of paper. "Doable. What else?"

Oh gods, she was getting excited. Even as embarrassing as this was, she got to choose exactly what she was going to be bound in and it thrilled her, pushing genuine excitement through her body. She wanted to be as helpless as possible, completely at the mercy of Hiccup. The idea of him being involved was only fanning the fires within her.

"I want more than just straps!" she exclaimed eagerly, gesturing to her body. The idea of having more leather in contact with her skin made her toes curl with glee. "Could you make a whole leather outfit? Super tight everywhere, so it presses into me?"

"That would, uh, be pretty simple to do, I'd just make it a size or two too small for you," Hiccup replied. "How would it fit over your clothes though?"

Astrid shivered again, thrills and her confidence racing back through her. "Who said anything about wearing clothes?"

Hiccup's eyebrows show up at this, and their gazes locked on each other. Astrid held it firmly, trying to convey her trust of him and just how much this was turning her on at the same time. Clothes would only get in the way, right?

"A-alright," he stuttered. "No clothes. That will make measuring this easier, I guess. Any other requests?"

Astrid thought carefully about all her ideas, but none of them were coming close to the excitement of a custom-made leather prison for her. "That's all I have," she offered. "Just make it extremely tight, helpless, and… and maybe even embarrassing to be in. But it really needs to be so secure that I can't get out by myself, no matter how hard I try."

Hiccup wrote it all down on the scrap of paper, and she could see his mind already conjuring up new ideas for making it work. She stood there impatiently for all of a few seconds before speaking again.

"How long will it take? To make it?"

He glanced at her before looking back down at his planning. "Probably by the end of the week, I can push things to the side but it wi-"

"Hiccup," she half-whined, half-growled. She was barely making it through the day as it was. A week would make her start crying, if not go insane.

"Alright!" He grinned bashfully. I'll shelve everything I have going on. I can cut the leather from our stores tonight and trim and stitch it together it tomorrow. Belts will take me some extra time to forge the fittings for. All in all I should have it put together by late tomorrow night."

Astrid smiled genuinely. She could wait that long. Probably. "Then it's a date tomorrow? Back here, after everyone is asleep? You'll have it all ready?"

"I should," Hiccup responded, looking up from the notes. "I'm gonna need some measurements though if I'm gonna get this right the first time."

"Measurements?" Astrid asked curiously. His pointed look down the length of her body made her blush. "Oh, right. Yeah. I guess you need those. Should I…"

"You want it to fit perfectly and be tight, right? If you're gonna be n-naked tomorrow I need to have as accurate numbers as possible for sizes. So I guess you should, um, take off your clothes."

Astrid blushed harder. She was already feeling awkward enough about the next day. She hesitated to do so, before reminding herself that if she wanted the leather to fit tightly on her she needed to play along. With a bashful smile she unslung her axe and leaned it against the wall.

She glanced back at the door to the forge, and satisfied no one was coming in, reached down and lifted her tunic. She pulled it over her head shoulder pads and all, revealing a thin cloth wrap to hold her breasts against her chest. Her bare stomach felt exposed considering she always had it covered, and she felt abnormal to be around someone else without the tunic on. Hiccup looked at her with his full attention, and Astrid looked away as she kicked off her fur boots to the side of the room. She slid her skirt down past her hips and stepped out of it, leaving her in just her blue leggings and undergarments.

"Do I need to keep going?" she asked bashfully, thoroughly embarrassed but enjoying the fact that Hiccup felt very much the same, judging by his red face.

"Y-yes, you do," he stuttered.

She continued stripping, pulling the cloth leggings off and tossing them into the pile with her skirt and tunic. Now standing in the middle of the room with bare feet and thin cloth covering her remaining skin, the true awkwardness of the situation started to hit her. She shoved it down with her excitement and kept going. Astrid carefully untied the back of the cloth around her chest, the compressing knot loosening and releasing her breasts outwards. She threw it to the side and watched Hiccups eyes move to her chest, glistening with sweat from the last several minutes of intimacy and internal feelings. He had never seen the full size of her bust since she always cinched it down with bindings. She couldn't help but smile with pride as her generous breasts, now almost double in size, hung out for display. Her perky nipples were now presented to him, large and hard from the ongoing sensual tension of the situation.

Astrid moved her hands to her underwear, slipping the comfortable cloth down her wide hips slowly, coming off her round ass before bringing them off her ankles and carefully dropping her into the other clothes. Her smooth crotch sloping downward to a narrow gap between her thighs was now clear as day, showcasing her most private parts openly. She was very internally flustered at revealing herself completely to him but tried to keep her mind on the prize. He would have seen it all eventually. She stood confidently before Hiccup, crossing her arms below her breasts, well aware that the action made them stick out further. "So, measurements?"

Hiccup shoved his mouth closed and fought to bring his eyes back upwards. "Yes! Yup! Right away!" He turned back to his desk and fumbled around in the drawer before pulling out a thin strip of leather, marked with evenly spaced perpendicular gashes for measurement. He came back over to her and stopped in front of her, clearly feeling as out of place as she did standing naked in the forge. "Can I…"

Astrid nodded, uncrossing her arms and letting them hang at her sides.

Hiccup quickly went to work, starting with her feet and beginning to take a series of measurements for just about everything. He worked upwards from her legs and wrapped around her thighs, raising an eyebrow at the size before refocusing. He moved to her rear and wrapped the strip around her hips.

Astrid let him work without a word, burning red from her face down to her chest. His hands ghosting over her thighs and ass made her body shiver with delight, and as he gently cupped her rear while measuring she fought to keep in a gasp. Astrid felt the strip of leather move across her skin as he measured every side of it. She wasn't able to stop a gasp as the strip slid between her legs and pressed against her crotch. She looked down, prepared to comment, but found her boyfriend carefully taking notes. He let the strip fall before sliding it upwards to her waist. He wrote down each number quickly as he went, slowly compiling a complex list of digits.

His measurements finally made their way to her chest. He found the length around her torso above and below her breasts, and then wrapped around her shoulders and neck. The small strip pulled tightly around her thin neck made her close her eyes and grit her teeth to restrain a moan. Hiccup paused for a second and seemed to take down an additional note, and Astrid was too busy to say anything about it.

He moved down to her arms which caused her some disappointment, getting the width of her biceps, elbows and forearms, and then measuring her hands in several different ways. He came back to her breasts quickly, gently taking his time to accurately place his tool. She closed her eyes and didn't complain as his hands gently stroked across their smooth skin, winding around each one on all sides and ghosting over the tips. He seemed to get what he needed eventually, though she certainly noticed it took far longer than the rest of her body, not that she was complaining.

She let out a sputter of surprise and opened her eyes as the measuring strip was suddenly on her face. He measured her head and face carefully, running the strip under her jaw, over her nose and around the back of her head, and then in several other ways. He finally let the tool fall off of her skin and wrote down the last numbers. Astrid let out a silent sigh of disappointment that the moment had to end.

"How big do you want the gag to be?" Hiccup asked suddenly, looking thoughtfully at his paper.

Astrid was caught-flat footed at the unexpected question. She was no expert on gags. "Um, I guess as big as it can go?"

Hiccup looked up, mind clearly at work. "Do you want it to stop you from talking, or just make your words impossible to understand, or…"

The question made her body suddenly very warm between her legs. Her impending helplessness being discussed so casually was so hot. "Whatever you think is best," she answered stiffly.

He nodded and used one hand to gently grab her chin and lower her mouth open. Astrid helped as best she could, opening her jaw as wide as possible. Hiccup used his other hand to bring the measuring strip up to her face and looked at her lips and mouth carefully, mumbling numbers to himself. He released her after a few seconds and added the numbers to his sheet. "I think that is everything I need," he said, turning back to the desk.

Astrid let out a breath of mixed relief and exhilaration. Showing herself like that was a very new experience. She glanced at her clothes near her feet and then back at her boyfriend, before grinning devilishly.

She silently walked up behind him and hugged him, pressing her bare breasts into his back, knowing he felt her skin through the coarse fabric of his tunic. "Are you sure you have everything?" she asked suggestively and rubbed the front of his chest.

She grinned wide as she felt him shudder in her arms. "T-that's a-all I need for now," he managed to reply.

Astrid released him and turned back to her clothes, redressing quickly and well aware that Hiccup was watching everything she did from the corner of his eye. She returned herself to normal dress and straightened everything out, slinging her axe back over her shoulder and walking back up to her boyfriend.

"Tomorrow night?" she asked expectantly.

"Sure thing," he replied, snark creeping back into his tone. "If you can even last that long."

Astrid frowned and pushed forward, shoving her lips against his. He tensed and then relaxed, wrapping his arms around her as they kissed. She deepened it and pushed him back against the desk, savoring the moment before releasing him with a loud pop.

"Thanks, Hiccup," She stated quietly as she turned to leave. "You really are the best."