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A Meeting In Leather - Part 2. free porn video
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- A sequel to: https://xhamster.com/stories/a-meeting-in-leather-part-1-925923
After having had sex with a leather biker bodybuilder for the first time, I was dumb struck to see the note, keys and the leather when I went to get my bike out of the bike rack at the gym. I quickly fumbled the stuff that the biker had left under my saddle into my sports bag. And hoped no one had seen it. Grabbed my bicycle key and took it off the lock.
I felt incredibly self aware. Could he know where I lived? Would I ever meet him again? Did I even want that? Or did I not? I was completely taken aback. Nervously I cycled home. My thoughts only halfway on the traffic around me and constantly repeating the memory of this first Gay Leather experience in my head.
I was almost at home and got the fright of my life. I heard a biker coming up quickly from behind, in my direction. It could not be, could it? Quickly I went up a side path. And almost lost control of my bicycle.
Of course that was not him. But I was clearly shook up about it. When I got home I first grabbed a glass of soda and an ice cream. That was not a good idea. Licking that ice lolly made me notice that my throat hurt. Man, what had that big leather cock been fucking me hard in my mouth. But it had been well worth it. I was one experience richer, I told myself. And a dammed hot one at that. Yet, I immediately started to doubt myself again. I spontaneously felt really dirty.
The only thing I was sure about was that I wanted the feeling of leather on my skin once more. I was pretty sure about that!
I ate the ice cream and drank something. First a shower and then just watch some TV, I thought. After having showered, I took out my sports bag to put my Judo pants in the washing machine. I opened up the sports bag, and there they lay on top. The Leather cockstrap and the fingerless gloves. I had almost forgotten about them. Quickly I put the Judo pants and other things in the laundry and turned on the machine.
I took my sports bag to my bedroom. And turned its content over on my bed. First removed the unused Judo jacket. And saw that the biker had left a few more things for me in there. I found, apart from the Leather, that note with instructions and the bunch of keys, also a box of condoms, lubricant and a small black dildo. He clearly had something else in mind for me. Excitedly I put the things he had given me on my desk. And took place naked on my leather desk chair. God, what was this a nice feeling on my naked arse. That I had never thought of doing this before. Yes, Leather, was the best part that I had taken away from that experience in the shower room of the gym. I was sure now, I wanted a leather jacket or leather trousers. Or a pair of those cool cowboy boots, like those the biker wore.
I took the gloves and sniffed. Immediately I was back in the arms of that macho bodybuilder. And I could fully recall the feeling of his classic leather motorcycle jacket on my shoulders again. I put on the gloves. The fit was perfect. Put the Leather cockstrap on my half stiff cock and balls. And stood in front of the mirror. Wow, this was really exciting me. My boy cock was completely stiff again, and I started playing with it. That felt different from those hundreds of other times that I had done that. It felt much better. Much hornier.
But I stopped myself. I did not want to cum yet. Now I wanted to know what that leather biker had written in that note and what I was supposed to do with that bunch of keys. Usually when I stopped jerking me off, my dick often quickly became limp again. Even if I had not finished. But that was different this time. That must have been due to that Leather cockstrap, I thought to myself. Leave it on. the voice in my head said. Enjoy it, you deserve it. Even if you would never see that biker again. With a stiff cock I walked back to my desk chair.
I unfolded the note with trembling hands. The master wrote:
"Robby,
Take my cockstrap and gloves as a permanent reminder of our Leather encounter and use them. I have put some more stuff in your sport bag to practice with. You certainly need that, before you continue on this path.
On Friday between 12:00 and 3 PM, you will go to the 7th floor of the large flat, number 117, near here. Use the keys to enter. Take a big weekend bag with you. More instructions will follow. You can find them in my apartment. You are going to do exactly what I write. I am not there myself, so let yourself in. Read the instructions and then go directly to the cellar.
If you don't dare it, you're fucked. In that case put the keys in the mailbox of the flat and never go there again. Otherwise I know how to find you.
Leather master Mike,
P.s. Fuck you next time ... so prepare your arse!"
Man, he really knows how to excite me. But I really do not dare to go. and yet it seemed exciting to me too, my drooling cock was the living proof of that. Without even touching my dick, I had shot a load, while reading that note.
So he was called Mike. And I knew where he lived. From the note I could tell that he wanted to teach me more about Gay Leather and sex. And that was exactly what I needed, but was I man enough to follow his instructions?
I had 2 more days to prepare, I thought. I wiped the load of sperm from my stomach and tasted it. It was not bad, it tasted salty, more or less the same as that of the master. I put my feet up on the desk and spread the rest of the cum over my butt hole and made it nice and smooth.
Then I grabbed the little black dildo and made it wet with my tongue. I carefully pressed it against my butt hole. I was so tense that the thing certainly did not want to go in at all. I feared that I would never be able to fit such a long cock as Mike's in my arse. In porn movies I had seen that there were men with much longer and thicker cocks. Man, that would really hurt, I feared. My hand reached for the bottle of lubricant and I read the instructions on the label. I took a small amount of lubricant on my fingers and rubbed it over my dick. Wow, that was nice and cool. In no time at all I was completely stiff and horny as hell. I spread it over my arse and put a slippery finger into my hole. It slipped quickly and deeply into it without any difficulty. That was pretty hot. I took some more lubricant, and that worked wonders. My hole was getting nice and smooth now. I smeared a bit more on the dildo. And yes, that too slid in now. Was this what it was like to be fucked? I asked myself. Awesome. Playing with the dildo in my arse hole I came very hard for the third time that day.
It was a day full of new experiences. I was not the timid little boy of this morning. No, I felt more and more confident working towards masculinity.
I could not sleep that night. I had safely put away that leather cockstrap, gloves and dildo. So that no one could find them. In my mind, the entire experience in the gym, played out image by image several times. I came to the conclusion that I would not respond to Master Mike's orders. I was not ready for that yet. And because of his threats, "If you don't dare it, you're fucked. And otherwise I'll find you", it made me break out spontaneously in a frightful sweat. No one should find out about this.
That next morning I woke up with a hard morning stiffy. I grabbed the lubricant and started to wenk off. That was much better than usual. My arse got some lube too and I quickly grabbed the dildo and a condom. Let's see how that's done, I thought. Without thinking about it, I pulled the rubber around my stiff dick. And pushed the dildo without any extra lube into my arse. It slid in, unlike the day before, without any effort. It pressed against my prostate and that made me tremble with pleasure. I think I must have spent an hour playing with myself before I ejected a load of sperm into the condom.
The thought of the note from Leather Master Mike continued to haunt me that day. After reading it several times more, I decided to take a look after all. If I would not like it I would be able to leave again, I thought.
That Friday I was fairly relaxed, and was really horny. After a shower, I grabbed the lubricant and the condoms and put them in the big weekend bag. Snapped the leather cockstrap around my dick and balls and put on some thin clothes. I had decided to go early, and see if I would spot Mike's motor bike in the parking lot of the flat. And even could go listen at his apartment door if necessary. Once at the flat I hid behind some bushes. I heard a motor bike ref up and saw that Mike was just riding away on his bike. He had no leathers on. That disappointed me. But it was not that surprising either. It was pretty hot that day.
More or less relieved that he was gone I made my way to the entrance hall of the flat. It was not yet 12:00, but he was gone anyway. And I did not expect anyone else to be inside. I had taken his note with me. As proof that it was okay if I found someone in the flat, I thought. I first walked into the basement. Standing at his cellar box I was listening very quietly at the door. I did not think anyone was inside. But I did hear some chains rattling. It must be the wind, I thought.
Once on the 7th floor, I walked past his house and tried to look inside. But the bedroom window and the door were covered with a kind of cheap black plastic. The kitchen looked messy, even a bit dirty. I knocked. But no one answered, so I let myself in as instructed. The doubt really rose again. What was I doing here? Should I do this? Yes, was my conclusion. You want to learn more about Leather and Sex, then you have to take this opportunity, said the voice in my head.
In the hall, on the first door that I encountered, hung an envelope. "For Robby." it said. The hall was otherwise bare and empty. There was only a coat rack. Hanging from the coat rack were a studded Leather dog leash with metal chain and a black ball gag. As well as a pair of leather wrist cuffs and metal handcuffs with the keys still in it. What was the purpose of that? I hoped that they were not meant for me. Leather okay, but that stuff was certainly a few steps too far for me. Actually, at that moment I wanted to leave quickly.
But then I looked at the envelope that Mike had stuck to the bedroom door again. I grabbed the envelope and softly opened the door to peek inside. A large mattress lay on the floor in that room. The walls, floors and ceiling were equipped with sound-proofing insulation mats. And ropes and leather straps were attached to the dirty mattress. I quickly closed the door again and looked for a lighter place to read the instructions. I walked through the hall to what I thought to be the living room. In the living room there was a black leather couch, a bar with stools and bottles of liquor. And a very large TV with video equipment. On the floor lay a black Leather cowhide, as a rug. Pretty horny. It seemed like a set for an American porn movie. There were two VHS video cameras and a few large studio lamps. Everybody need's a hobby, I thought. But it made me a bit suspicious. For fear of secretly being recorded, I first checked if I did not see hidden video cameras.
I sat down on the Leather couch and looked calmly around me for a while, to take it all in. His housekeeper had probably not been around yet, I smirked . The used condoms and cigarette butts were still on the table. I looked at the video recorders for a moment. There was a tape with the label "For Robby." in one of them. That surprised me enormously. I turned on the TV and Video recorder, pushed the VHS tape in and pressed play.
"So. Robby! Do you think you can just walk in anywhere now?" said the Leather Master Mike sternly. He laughed hard. "You see, you dare much more than you credit yourself for." I had to agree with that right away. Mike was wearing a Leather body harnas accentuating his muscular upper body. And a pair of kinky crotchless leather pants. A pair of engineer boots and gloves. And a leather mask, covering half his face. He was holding a leather crop. I started to drool spontaneously. "If you have not read the note from the corridor yet, I will tell you what it says via this video message," he said. He started to play with his stiff dick as he pulled his legs up. I looked him directly into his butt hole again. But this time it was gaping open. Apparently he had been playing with that big dildo next to him, before he had recorded this video.
"You will go to the cellar box of number 117. Inside there is also the key of box 119. You will immediately undress and slik up your hole well with lube, but you do not play with your dick!", he commanded sternly. And hit his gloved hand with the crop. "At the gym I have written down all your clothes sizes. And, especially for you, I collected a nice selection of Leather and Denim clothing. There is more horny stuff in the basement that a tough leather boy like you can use. You must try on all the clothes. Then go and stand in front of the mirror and take a picture of every outfit!". He looked very sternly, and said, "You are going to do exactly what I say, otherwise I will know how to find you, 'Robert'. and then your arse will be hurt." I was shocked. He knew what my real name was.
He continued; "Then you are going to pick the most horny full-leather outfit you can put together and put it on. But remember to put chaps under the leather pants, just like what I'm wearing now."
Ah, such leather pants without a crotch are called Chaps. Again learned something new from the master, I thought with a smile. That is going to look very horny.
"You will make a few last photos of that outfit in front of the mirror. Then put your own clothes, and the other things you think you can use, in your weekend bag, and go to box 119. There I have an 18 year old surprise for you, you can keep the complete outfit, when you're done in box 119. But you make sure you're gone before 3:00 PM and you put the keys in my mailbox when you leave, Leather boy!" He said in closing. "Oh, and yeah, do not lie to me, I will not tolerate that! You're going to do exactly what I tell you, or I will find you!" More instructions will be given in the cellar. "
The last images of the video message were photos of the cellar boxes. There was a basement with indeed a lot of Leather and Denim clothing. But also boots, harnesses and masks. Dildos and other toys. In the other was a motorcycle and there was a leather sex swing hanging on chains from the ceiling. According to my older brother, that was called a Sling, where people could be tied on to, to be able to fuck them hard. I had seen some pictures of it in one of his porn magazines. There were also some other sex devices attached to the walls, such as a leather-covered cross, whips, paddles and handcuffs, and so on.
It was not yet 12:00. So I had to wait. Spontaneously I started to clean up the dirty mess in the sitting room. I found a vacuum cleaner in the dining room next to it and I used that to clean the dirty floors. Leather leg cuffs were permanently attached to the legs of the dining room table. Apparently the table was used for more than just for eating. There was a shower near the other end of the corridor and another bedroom on the other side. I secretly looked around it for a moment. It must be Mike's bedroom, I imagined.
He slept on a large bed with a Leather cover and Leather cushions. On the wall were photos of scantily clad Leather men, many bodybuilders and bikers. Mikes bodybuild trophies stood on a shelf on the wall. There were various sex attributes on the bedside table next to the bed. He did not have a clothing closet. Instead, he had a large clothing rack with mostly leather clothing and a few regular outfits. There must have been 10 pairs of different kinds of boots on the floor under the trousers and jackets. I immediately recognized his pointed Sendra Cowboy boots. He had them on during our first meeting. I noticed that his feet were a few sizes smaller than mine. So I could not try them on secretly. But boy, I would have like to!
I had to piss due to all of the tension, so I went to the toilet. There was a bottle of lubricant on the sink. I pushed some in my butt hole to make it slippery. I had a dry mouth from all the excitement. So I went to the kitchen to drink some water. And I cleaned up the empty beer bottles and put the waste from the previous days in the trash bin. There was a little washing up left on the counter top. I immediately did that for Master Mike as well. So he would see that I also wanted to do something back for him, I thought. After vacuuming the kitchen floor for a while, it looked a whole lot better. I could not avoid the impression that Mike did not really live here. But that it was only used for the kinky Leather sex with his biker friends.
In the meantime it had been twelve o'clock and I could go down according to Mike's instructions. I could not wait to try on the Leather outfits! When I arrived in the cellar, I listened at the door of box 119. And yes, there I heard the sounds of chains again that I had heard earlier. Apparently someone was inside. Pretty exciting. I went into the box 117 and locked the door behind me. I did not want any surprises. The strong smell of leather penetrated all my pores. It made me horny and dizzy.
From the door I saw the mirror, next to it was an instant camera with a remote control. I checked the basement again for hidden cameras. But did not find one. I turned on the light in the basement box and quickly undressed. Leather tiles lay on the floor. There I stood in his cellar, butt naked. Well, with the exception of Mike's Leather cockstrap. I stood in front of the mirror and made the first horny picture of my naked self. That would please the master, I thought.
I walked past the clothes racks. Some new Leathers, some clearly used. But all clean and very tough looking. And then put on one piece of clothing after another. As soon as I put on a horny outfit I made a picture of it according to the instructions. I had started very conservatively with some Denim clothing. But more and more Leather was added. I also liked the combination of Jeans and Leather. In particular a cool looking bleached Jeans jacket with black Leather sleeves and collar. I put on a pair of tight black Leather jeans beneath it. It all fit perfectly. I had also seen a nice pair of black pointed cowboy boots. They were a bit scuffed, though. But the combi was very nice. I made several more photos of other outfits.
Later I found a classic black leather highway patrol jacket, but with black snaps and black zippers. It felt even better on me, then Mikes Leather motor Jacket, that he had made me wear at the gym. It fit me like a glove! I also put on a pair of chaps, a half body harness, wristbands and black army boots. Wow, that was a picture that I also wanted to have for myself. I felt really tough and cool, and became very horny. My stiff boy dick was framed so nice by those Black leather chaps and Mikes studded cockstrap.
Now very horny, I grabbed a dildo from a box on the wall and fingered some more lube in my butt hole whilst still wearing the Leather chaps. That felt very nice. This one was twice as big as the little one I was given by Mike. But with some difficulty that thing quickly slipped into my arse. After playing with my butt hole for a while I pulled it out. It was about the size of master mikes cock, I thought as I looked at it. That realization made me proud and happy. I would also be able to take the master up my hole with some preparation. I gave a cry of excitement to that thought. "Fuck me next time, master? Yeah, Fuck me, you can. Fuck me, you will!", I moaned while taking another picture. After trying on some more outfits and boots, I decided to choose my final outfit and go to the other cellar.
I put on a pair of tough Leather chaps with black zippers and black press-studs. A pair of terry socks. Over it I put on a pair of supple straight 501 Leather Jeans. That was a bit tight, wearing them over those chaps like that. But that's how the master had ordered it. With difficulty I got that stiff cock of mine in those pants. I put on a half body harness and over it a biker vest. For my arms 2 smooth Leather wristbands. And on the Leather Jeans a tough looking belt with two rows of small metal studs. Finally I put on the classic leather jacket with the black snap buttons and black zippers. And a pair of pointed Sendra ankle boots with metal tips, to finish it off.
There I stood! In a Full Leather Outfit. I could not believe my own eyes! Then made the photo the master ordered me to make of it. My pride, excitement and stiff cock were clearly visible in the photos of the final outfit.
I proceeded to put together the other stuff I found and place them in the weekend bag. I put two different dildos in, and a couple of horny video tapes and gay porn magazines. As well as two pairs of handcuffs, various cock rings, straps and some other sex toys. Also the Denim jacket with leather sleeves and collar and the scruffy cowboy boots disappeared in the bag.
Another envelope was hung on the inside of the cellar door. "For Robby.", it said. It was the instructions for the next phase of the assignment of Leather Master Mike. So far, everything had gone according to my hopes and wishes. And I fervently hoped that the meeting with that '18 year old surprise' would also go this well.
I felt like a proper tough man in this Leather outfit. Something I never had before. It felt great!
- A sequel to: https://xhamster.com/stories/a-meeting-in-leather-part-1-925923
After having had sex with a leather biker bodybuilder for the first time, I was dumb struck to see the note, keys and the leather when I went to get my bike out of the bike rack at the gym. I quickly fumbled the stuff that the biker had left under my saddle into my sports bag. And hoped no one had seen it. Grabbed my bicycle key and took it off the lock.
I felt incredibly self aware. Could he know where I lived? Would I ever meet him again? Did I even want that? Or did I not? I was completely taken aback. Nervously I cycled home. My thoughts only halfway on the traffic around me and constantly repeating the memory of this first Gay Leather experience in my head.
I was almost at home and got the fright of my life. I heard a biker coming up quickly from behind, in my direction. It could not be, could it? Quickly I went up a side path. And almost lost control of my bicycle.
Of course that was not him. But I was clearly shook up about it. When I got home I first grabbed a glass of soda and an ice cream. That was not a good idea. Licking that ice lolly made me notice that my throat hurt. Man, what had that big leather cock been fucking me hard in my mouth. But it had been well worth it. I was one experience richer, I told myself. And a dammed hot one at that. Yet, I immediately started to doubt myself again. I spontaneously felt really dirty.
The only thing I was sure about was that I wanted the feeling of leather on my skin once more. I was pretty sure about that!
I ate the ice cream and drank something. First a shower and then just watch some TV, I thought. After having showered, I took out my sports bag to put my Judo pants in the washing machine. I opened up the sports bag, and there they lay on top. The Leather cockstrap and the fingerless gloves. I had almost forgotten about them. Quickly I put the Judo pants and other things in the laundry and turned on the machine.
I took my sports bag to my bedroom. And turned its content over on my bed. First removed the unused Judo jacket. And saw that the biker had left a few more things for me in there. I found, apart from the Leather, that note with instructions and the bunch of keys, also a box of condoms, lubricant and a small black dildo. He clearly had something else in mind for me. Excitedly I put the things he had given me on my desk. And took place naked on my leather desk chair. God, what was this a nice feeling on my naked arse. That I had never thought of doing this before. Yes, Leather, was the best part that I had taken away from that experience in the shower room of the gym. I was sure now, I wanted a leather jacket or leather trousers. Or a pair of those cool cowboy boots, like those the biker wore.
I took the gloves and sniffed. Immediately I was back in the arms of that macho bodybuilder. And I could fully recall the feeling of his classic leather motorcycle jacket on my shoulders again. I put on the gloves. The fit was perfect. Put the Leather cockstrap on my half stiff cock and balls. And stood in front of the mirror. Wow, this was really exciting me. My boy cock was completely stiff again, and I started playing with it. That felt different from those hundreds of other times that I had done that. It felt much better. Much hornier.
But I stopped myself. I did not want to cum yet. Now I wanted to know what that leather biker had written in that note and what I was supposed to do with that bunch of keys. Usually when I stopped jerking me off, my dick often quickly became limp again. Even if I had not finished. But that was different this time. That must have been due to that Leather cockstrap, I thought to myself. Leave it on. the voice in my head said. Enjoy it, you deserve it. Even if you would never see that biker again. With a stiff cock I walked back to my desk chair.
I unfolded the note with trembling hands. The master wrote:
"Robby,
Take my cockstrap and gloves as a permanent reminder of our Leather encounter and use them. I have put some more stuff in your sport bag to practice with. You certainly need that, before you continue on this path.
On Friday between 12:00 and 3 PM, you will go to the 7th floor of the large flat, number 117, near here. Use the keys to enter. Take a big weekend bag with you. More instructions will follow. You can find them in my apartment. You are going to do exactly what I write. I am not there myself, so let yourself in. Read the instructions and then go directly to the cellar.
If you don't dare it, you're fucked. In that case put the keys in the mailbox of the flat and never go there again. Otherwise I know how to find you.
Leather master Mike,
P.s. Fuck you next time ... so prepare your arse!"
Man, he really knows how to excite me. But I really do not dare to go. and yet it seemed exciting to me too, my drooling cock was the living proof of that. Without even touching my dick, I had shot a load, while reading that note.
So he was called Mike. And I knew where he lived. From the note I could tell that he wanted to teach me more about Gay Leather and sex. And that was exactly what I needed, but was I man enough to follow his instructions?
I had 2 more days to prepare, I thought. I wiped the load of sperm from my stomach and tasted it. It was not bad, it tasted salty, more or less the same as that of the master. I put my feet up on the desk and spread the rest of the cum over my butt hole and made it nice and smooth.
Then I grabbed the little black dildo and made it wet with my tongue. I carefully pressed it against my butt hole. I was so tense that the thing certainly did not want to go in at all. I feared that I would never be able to fit such a long cock as Mike's in my arse. In porn movies I had seen that there were men with much longer and thicker cocks. Man, that would really hurt, I feared. My hand reached for the bottle of lubricant and I read the instructions on the label. I took a small amount of lubricant on my fingers and rubbed it over my dick. Wow, that was nice and cool. In no time at all I was completely stiff and horny as hell. I spread it over my arse and put a slippery finger into my hole. It slipped quickly and deeply into it without any difficulty. That was pretty hot. I took some more lubricant, and that worked wonders. My hole was getting nice and smooth now. I smeared a bit more on the dildo. And yes, that too slid in now. Was this what it was like to be fucked? I asked myself. Awesome. Playing with the dildo in my arse hole I came very hard for the third time that day.
It was a day full of new experiences. I was not the timid little boy of this morning. No, I felt more and more confident working towards masculinity.
I could not sleep that night. I had safely put away that leather cockstrap, gloves and dildo. So that no one could find them. In my mind, the entire experience in the gym, played out image by image several times. I came to the conclusion that I would not respond to Master Mike's orders. I was not ready for that yet. And because of his threats, "If you don't dare it, you're fucked. And otherwise I'll find you", it made me break out spontaneously in a frightful sweat. No one should find out about this.
That next morning I woke up with a hard morning stiffy. I grabbed the lubricant and started to wenk off. That was much better than usual. My arse got some lube too and I quickly grabbed the dildo and a condom. Let's see how that's done, I thought. Without thinking about it, I pulled the rubber around my stiff dick. And pushed the dildo without any extra lube into my arse. It slid in, unlike the day before, without any effort. It pressed against my prostate and that made me tremble with pleasure. I think I must have spent an hour playing with myself before I ejected a load of sperm into the condom.
The thought of the note from Leather Master Mike continued to haunt me that day. After reading it several times more, I decided to take a look after all. If I would not like it I would be able to leave again, I thought.
That Friday I was fairly relaxed, and was really horny. After a shower, I grabbed the lubricant and the condoms and put them in the big weekend bag. Snapped the leather cockstrap around my dick and balls and put on some thin clothes. I had decided to go early, and see if I would spot Mike's motor bike in the parking lot of the flat. And even could go listen at his apartment door if necessary. Once at the flat I hid behind some bushes. I heard a motor bike ref up and saw that Mike was just riding away on his bike. He had no leathers on. That disappointed me. But it was not that surprising either. It was pretty hot that day.
More or less relieved that he was gone I made my way to the entrance hall of the flat. It was not yet 12:00, but he was gone anyway. And I did not expect anyone else to be inside. I had taken his note with me. As proof that it was okay if I found someone in the flat, I thought. I first walked into the basement. Standing at his cellar box I was listening very quietly at the door. I did not think anyone was inside. But I did hear some chains rattling. It must be the wind, I thought.
Once on the 7th floor, I walked past his house and tried to look inside. But the bedroom window and the door were covered with a kind of cheap black plastic. The kitchen looked messy, even a bit dirty. I knocked. But no one answered, so I let myself in as instructed. The doubt really rose again. What was I doing here? Should I do this? Yes, was my conclusion. You want to learn more about Leather and Sex, then you have to take this opportunity, said the voice in my head.
In the hall, on the first door that I encountered, hung an envelope. "For Robby." it said. The hall was otherwise bare and empty. There was only a coat rack. Hanging from the coat rack were a studded Leather dog leash with metal chain and a black ball gag. As well as a pair of leather wrist cuffs and metal handcuffs with the keys still in it. What was the purpose of that? I hoped that they were not meant for me. Leather okay, but that stuff was certainly a few steps too far for me. Actually, at that moment I wanted to leave quickly.
But then I looked at the envelope that Mike had stuck to the bedroom door again. I grabbed the envelope and softly opened the door to peek inside. A large mattress lay on the floor in that room. The walls, floors and ceiling were equipped with sound-proofing insulation mats. And ropes and leather straps were attached to the dirty mattress. I quickly closed the door again and looked for a lighter place to read the instructions. I walked through the hall to what I thought to be the living room. In the living room there was a black leather couch, a bar with stools and bottles of liquor. And a very large TV with video equipment. On the floor lay a black Leather cowhide, as a rug. Pretty horny. It seemed like a set for an American porn movie. There were two VHS video cameras and a few large studio lamps. Everybody need's a hobby, I thought. But it made me a bit suspicious. For fear of secretly being recorded, I first checked if I did not see hidden video cameras.
I sat down on the Leather couch and looked calmly around me for a while, to take it all in. His housekeeper had probably not been around yet, I smirked . The used condoms and cigarette butts were still on the table. I looked at the video recorders for a moment. There was a tape with the label "For Robby." in one of them. That surprised me enormously. I turned on the TV and Video recorder, pushed the VHS tape in and pressed play.
"So. Robby! Do you think you can just walk in anywhere now?" said the Leather Master Mike sternly. He laughed hard. "You see, you dare much more than you credit yourself for." I had to agree with that right away. Mike was wearing a Leather body harnas accentuating his muscular upper body. And a pair of kinky crotchless leather pants. A pair of engineer boots and gloves. And a leather mask, covering half his face. He was holding a leather crop. I started to drool spontaneously. "If you have not read the note from the corridor yet, I will tell you what it says via this video message," he said. He started to play with his stiff dick as he pulled his legs up. I looked him directly into his butt hole again. But this time it was gaping open. Apparently he had been playing with that big dildo next to him, before he had recorded this video.
"You will go to the cellar box of number 117. Inside there is also the key of box 119. You will immediately undress and slik up your hole well with lube, but you do not play with your dick!", he commanded sternly. And hit his gloved hand with the crop. "At the gym I have written down all your clothes sizes. And, especially for you, I collected a nice selection of Leather and Denim clothing. There is more horny stuff in the basement that a tough leather boy like you can use. You must try on all the clothes. Then go and stand in front of the mirror and take a picture of every outfit!". He looked very sternly, and said, "You are going to do exactly what I say, otherwise I will know how to find you, 'Robert'. and then your arse will be hurt." I was shocked. He knew what my real name was.
He continued; "Then you are going to pick the most horny full-leather outfit you can put together and put it on. But remember to put chaps under the leather pants, just like what I'm wearing now."
Ah, such leather pants without a crotch are called Chaps. Again learned something new from the master, I thought with a smile. That is going to look very horny.
"You will make a few last photos of that outfit in front of the mirror. Then put your own clothes, and the other things you think you can use, in your weekend bag, and go to box 119. There I have an 18 year old surprise for you, you can keep the complete outfit, when you're done in box 119. But you make sure you're gone before 3:00 PM and you put the keys in my mailbox when you leave, Leather boy!" He said in closing. "Oh, and yeah, do not lie to me, I will not tolerate that! You're going to do exactly what I tell you, or I will find you!" More instructions will be given in the cellar. "
The last images of the video message were photos of the cellar boxes. There was a basement with indeed a lot of Leather and Denim clothing. But also boots, harnesses and masks. Dildos and other toys. In the other was a motorcycle and there was a leather sex swing hanging on chains from the ceiling. According to my older brother, that was called a Sling, where people could be tied on to, to be able to fuck them hard. I had seen some pictures of it in one of his porn magazines. There were also some other sex devices attached to the walls, such as a leather-covered cross, whips, paddles and handcuffs, and so on.
It was not yet 12:00. So I had to wait. Spontaneously I started to clean up the dirty mess in the sitting room. I found a vacuum cleaner in the dining room next to it and I used that to clean the dirty floors. Leather leg cuffs were permanently attached to the legs of the dining room table. Apparently the table was used for more than just for eating. There was a shower near the other end of the corridor and another bedroom on the other side. I secretly looked around it for a moment. It must be Mike's bedroom, I imagined.
He slept on a large bed with a Leather cover and Leather cushions. On the wall were photos of scantily clad Leather men, many bodybuilders and bikers. Mikes bodybuild trophies stood on a shelf on the wall. There were various sex attributes on the bedside table next to the bed. He did not have a clothing closet. Instead, he had a large clothing rack with mostly leather clothing and a few regular outfits. There must have been 10 pairs of different kinds of boots on the floor under the trousers and jackets. I immediately recognized his pointed Sendra Cowboy boots. He had them on during our first meeting. I noticed that his feet were a few sizes smaller than mine. So I could not try them on secretly. But boy, I would have like to!
I had to piss due to all of the tension, so I went to the toilet. There was a bottle of lubricant on the sink. I pushed some in my butt hole to make it slippery. I had a dry mouth from all the excitement. So I went to the kitchen to drink some water. And I cleaned up the empty beer bottles and put the waste from the previous days in the trash bin. There was a little washing up left on the counter top. I immediately did that for Master Mike as well. So he would see that I also wanted to do something back for him, I thought. After vacuuming the kitchen floor for a while, it looked a whole lot better. I could not avoid the impression that Mike did not really live here. But that it was only used for the kinky Leather sex with his biker friends.
In the meantime it had been twelve o'clock and I could go down according to Mike's instructions. I could not wait to try on the Leather outfits! When I arrived in the cellar, I listened at the door of box 119. And yes, there I heard the sounds of chains again that I had heard earlier. Apparently someone was inside. Pretty exciting. I went into the box 117 and locked the door behind me. I did not want any surprises. The strong smell of leather penetrated all my pores. It made me horny and dizzy.
From the door I saw the mirror, next to it was an instant camera with a remote control. I checked the basement again for hidden cameras. But did not find one. I turned on the light in the basement box and quickly undressed. Leather tiles lay on the floor. There I stood in his cellar, butt naked. Well, with the exception of Mike's Leather cockstrap. I stood in front of the mirror and made the first horny picture of my naked self. That would please the master, I thought.
I walked past the clothes racks. Some new Leathers, some clearly used. But all clean and very tough looking. And then put on one piece of clothing after another. As soon as I put on a horny outfit I made a picture of it according to the instructions. I had started very conservatively with some Denim clothing. But more and more Leather was added. I also liked the combination of Jeans and Leather. In particular a cool looking bleached Jeans jacket with black Leather sleeves and collar. I put on a pair of tight black Leather jeans beneath it. It all fit perfectly. I had also seen a nice pair of black pointed cowboy boots. They were a bit scuffed, though. But the combi was very nice. I made several more photos of other outfits.
Later I found a classic black leather highway patrol jacket, but with black snaps and black zippers. It felt even better on me, then Mikes Leather motor Jacket, that he had made me wear at the gym. It fit me like a glove! I also put on a pair of chaps, a half body harness, wristbands and black army boots. Wow, that was a picture that I also wanted to have for myself. I felt really tough and cool, and became very horny. My stiff boy dick was framed so nice by those Black leather chaps and Mikes studded cockstrap.
Now very horny, I grabbed a dildo from a box on the wall and fingered some more lube in my butt hole whilst still wearing the Leather chaps. That felt very nice. This one was twice as big as the little one I was given by Mike. But with some difficulty that thing quickly slipped into my arse. After playing with my butt hole for a while I pulled it out. It was about the size of master mikes cock, I thought as I looked at it. That realization made me proud and happy. I would also be able to take the master up my hole with some preparation. I gave a cry of excitement to that thought. "Fuck me next time, master? Yeah, Fuck me, you can. Fuck me, you will!", I moaned while taking another picture. After trying on some more outfits and boots, I decided to choose my final outfit and go to the other cellar.
I put on a pair of tough Leather chaps with black zippers and black press-studs. A pair of terry socks. Over it I put on a pair of supple straight 501 Leather Jeans. That was a bit tight, wearing them over those chaps like that. But that's how the master had ordered it. With difficulty I got that stiff cock of mine in those pants. I put on a half body harness and over it a biker vest. For my arms 2 smooth Leather wristbands. And on the Leather Jeans a tough looking belt with two rows of small metal studs. Finally I put on the classic leather jacket with the black snap buttons and black zippers. And a pair of pointed Sendra ankle boots with metal tips, to finish it off.
There I stood! In a Full Leather Outfit. I could not believe my own eyes! Then made the photo the master ordered me to make of it. My pride, excitement and stiff cock were clearly visible in the photos of the final outfit.
I proceeded to put together the other stuff I found and place them in the weekend bag. I put two different dildos in, and a couple of horny video tapes and gay porn magazines. As well as two pairs of handcuffs, various cock rings, straps and some other sex toys. Also the Denim jacket with leather sleeves and collar and the scruffy cowboy boots disappeared in the bag.
Another envelope was hung on the inside of the cellar door. "For Robby.", it said. It was the instructions for the next phase of the assignment of Leather Master Mike. So far, everything had gone according to my hopes and wishes. And I fervently hoped that the meeting with that '18 year old surprise' would also go this well.
I felt like a proper tough man in this Leather outfit. Something I never had before. It felt great!
Lesley
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