Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2007 19:23:48 +0000 From: Norm M Subject: Fallen Angel Part 2 When I hit the bar, it was still early, with just a few guys drifting in. Leather, denim, boots, and even rubber smells over powered my senses. I grabbed a stool at the bar, next to another leatherman, aware as I sat down of the squish of fluid being forced away from my ass. I ordered a beer and wondered if he had heard it. As my eyes adjusted to the dim interior it was all I could do to keep myself from staring at all the flesh around me. I kept the shades on, more to hide what I was looking at, than to hide my face. As I surveyed the room I found that I was getting a stare or two myself. Maybe that was what you were suppose to do! Not only had I been in "the closet" I hadn't been out at all except for a few guys here and there in some very vanilla scenes, watching a porno flick, with a quick mutual jo. I was flying by the seat of my pants, a lube to this scene and I hoped not to obvious. As I sat sipping my beer I kept wondering, What do I do? Maybe I should leave and go home to play with myself. That had always worked before! The bar was getting more crowded, and I decided to stay and enjoy the view for a bit longer. No sense being shy now! As men moved up to the bar to get a drink or find a place, it didn't take long for me to become part of the action. Hands were finding their way along my ass, across my leg, along my back. Chance brushes? Planned feels? Who knows but I liked it! By the time I was on my fourth beer, I was feeling a bit more relaxed and decidedly horney. I wanted to make a contact and figured it was time to start returning the looks of interest I was getting. I pulled off the shades and slid them into my breast pocket. Next to me the classic leatherman turned in his seat and gave me a smile. Well worn and I might say well filled leather jeans covered a tight body, the aroma of a man who lived in leather assaulted my nose. His leather cycle jacket was zipped to the neck, tight gloves and knee high, well polished boots finished off the look of what I thought must be a typical Master. He was well built, a bit gray and sporting a short beard and mustache. A hunk of chain was looped at his belt. For a fleeting moment I wondered what it was for. "Hey how ya doing?" I asked a little too loud as I eagerly scanned the room. "Ok" he replied in a warm, deep voice. He scanned me slowly with his deep blue eyes. He had the casual tone of a regular at the bar. "New here?" "Is it that obvious?" I said as I turned to face him, " I'm new in town and thought Id check out this place tonight." "So, you've got no connections here, no date?" he asked as he blatantly stared at my crotch and let his hand drop to his crotch and slowly rub it. "Nope, haven't met a soul yet." I replied, feeling a hot rush and staring at his growing rod. Did my face show what I was feeling? A wicked grin crept across his, "Nice cuffs ya got there boy." The use of boy didn't go past me...I decided to play along. "Thanks... Sir." "Oh, you know some manners do you boy. Good. You should have used Sir right from the beginning, but I'll overlook that. If my guess is right, this is not only your first time in town, it's your first time in a leather bar. Am I right boy?" I was amazed it was so obvious, and answered humbly. "Yes Sir." "Well boy, I'm willing to show you a few things, if you're willing and have enough brains to follow directions. I don't take on boys who aren't willing. The first thing you need to learn is how to respond to me. The correct answer will be Sir, Yes Sir! Do you understand that boy?" he asked, eyes boring into my head. Awkwardly I answered, "Sir, Yes Sir, I understand, and I am a willing student Sir." "That's not loud enough boy and you don't have much conviction in your voice. I thought there was something in you, but I was wrong." he said as he turned away from me. "SIR, YES SIR!" erupted loudly out of my mouth before I even had time to think. He turned his attention back to me a surprised look crossing his face, "Well, maybe there is something in you after all boy." Looking me over closely he asked "I see you've locked your rubber on for tonight boy. You have the key for that collar?" "SIR, YES SIR!" I answered loudly as I fished into my pocket. Other bar patrons were now looking on in amusement. I brought out the key to the collar and happened to pull out the key that went to the cuffs. "Hand them here boy, you won't be needing them for a while." he commanded. I hesitated. This was moving too fast this was not the game I thought I was playing. I looked around at the eager faces watching what I would do. My future was going to be decided in the next few seconds. "Shit boy, I'm getting tired of you already. I'm looking for an eager slave boy for tonight. I think I need to move on." he sighed as he turned in his seat. Without thinking I dropped the keys on the bar and looked to see if he would still respond. He turned, looked and picked them up. "Well, boy, You've disappointed me twice already, I don't take to that very well. Do it again and you'll pay for it boy. So you think you're willing to serve me. Do you understand what you're committing to boy?" "Sir, yes Sir." was all I squeaked out. "Not very convincing, but good enough." he grinned and reached for the cuffs on my belt. Using the key, he slowly opened them up and fastened one around my wrist. The metallic click sent shock waves up my spine and to my surprise my dick was beginning to swell. He pulled my arm behind my back and grabbed my other wrist. Soon I was bound and helpless before my new master. The chain came out from his belt and he fastened it around my neck. Apparently I was now his slave boy. Part 3 Hey barkeep, another beer for my boy! But you better make it in a bowl!" he laughed. Suddenly a beer was before me, poured into a gleaming dog bowl! "Go to it boy! Enjoy it while you can!" The small crowd was beginning to grow and gather around us. I could detect smiles, laughs and some looks of envy as I slowly lowered my head, staring at a frothy bowl of beer. I tentatively stuck my tongue out and began to lap at the beer before me. My new Master, who I found out by his casual conversations to the onlookers was Tim, seemed to be well known. As I timidly worked at my beer, lapping at it like a dog, he watched, reached over and pushed my face into the bowl and continued chatting with his friends. "Hell boy, don't have all night while you play with that drink. Finish it or be done with it." he commanded. With my face dripping wet with beer, I began to eagerly lap, and suck at the beer, finishing it off as fast as I could get it up. "Ok boy, time to do a chore." He smiled and yanked at the chain pulling me up, beer dripping from my mustache and beard, falling on my clothes and boots. As I stood, he watched me drip, his eyes following it down to where it landed on my boots. "Good idea boy... as he figured out his plan, I hope this is indicator of a satisfying night!" He took his glass and poured some beer onto HIS boots. "Oops, looks like you've got to clean um up boy!" he smiled. Shit, I had never wanted to lick a pair of boots, but now I was being told to get on my knees and clean a pair! "Drop boy! or I'll use my hand on your ass!" he was near shouting. I dropped to my knees. my hard cock, suddenly thrust against me, liquid moving, squeezing against it began to throb. I began using my tongue over his wet boots and jeans. The taste of beer and leather, the bits of dirt, the smells of the bar, was a hell of a turn on! As I now eagerly worked, rubbing, licking, making sure his boots were well cleaned, I found myself getting harder and harder, more than I even thought possible. Wondering if I could cum without actually touching myself I was suddenly pulled up, my new master feeling my cock. "Ummm good boy, I see boot licking wasn't so bad after all! You may work out, but I don't want you cuming now boy." With that he grabbed my ass and held it, then slapped my dick hard with his other leather covered hand, the pain causing my dick to recoil. The moment was gone, but not for long! " Thinking for a second, he motioned to the bar keeper. "Hey Jerry, the room downstairs available?" "I've been keeping it open Tim, thought you might want it!" he said as he flipped the keys to him. Master Tim, grabbed the chain and pulled me towards a door at the back of the room. Soon we were going down some stairs, and I found myself in a well appointed dungeon. Something I had only seen in magazines. A sling hung in one corner, eye bolts along the rafters, a cage in another corner. Toys, restraints, and paddles lined the walls. There was a dental chair and a long padded table, that wasn't much more than a board. Everything I saw teased me...."put me on!" Master Tim hauled me over to a tiled area and fastened the chain around my neck to the ceiling. Low lights came on, shining down over me and my growing cock. "You're a hunk of a man there boy! I think I'm going to have me some fun tonight. First thing I want to do is add a hood that that sweet looking face. You're too dammed innocent for my tastes! I feel like I'm playing with a choir boy!" He walked along the wall and brought back a rubber hood. It appeared to be a hood that you pulled down over your face, it had eye, small nose and mouth openings. "Think you can handle this boy?" he asked, eyes gleaming. "Sir, Yes Sir!" I smiled back. He came at me slowly with the hood, holding it to my nose, forcing me to smell it's strong rubber sent, pushing it to my mouth. "Taste it boy, taste the rubber. You like that?" he probed. He forced it into my mouth and I eagerly licked and sucked at it, spit beginning to run down its black softness, my breathing becoming faster, my eyes answering him. Master Tim pulled it away and dropped it on a table. He grabbed a bottle of lube and slowly poured some over my head, rubbing it around my face, preparing me for the tightness that was to come. Satisfied he retrieved the hood, and positioned it over my head. He pulled on the edges, forcing the very tight covering down over my head. With a soft squishing sound it slide into place, it's tightness molding to my head, pressing, confining, binding. His leather hands rubbed, caressed, and adjusted the hood into place. "Ummm very nice" he commented. I was breathing very hard now, and my rod throbbing. I felt his forceful hands at my jeans, exploring, rubbing. Soon the belt was undone, and my boots were being pulled off, then my jeans. I stood before him in my jacket, arms handcuffed behind me, my rubber suit slick and shiny, already full of cum. Unfortunately I was finding it harder and harder to keep an erection despite my excitement, as I really had to piss after all those beers. I didn't want to upset my new Master, but finally as he was examining me I squeaked out, "Sir, could you please undo me, so I can piss. I've really got a bladder full." Master Tim looked at me like I was crazy. "Piss you say, hell, just do it boy! I'll be dammed if I'm going to let you out, so you can hit the can. Shit you are a greeny. And now you've gone and made me upset again. I warned you boy this would not go well for you. Gonna have to paddle that ass boy, you need to learn!" My angry master grabbed a flat paddle, and began beating my ass as punishment for my stupidity. I shouted, and cussed and then I started to cry. When I knew he wasn't going to relent, I earnestly began to piss into my rubber suit. Hot steamy fluid filled what small space there was, scalding my whipped ass and finally beginning to run down my legs, mixed with cum and lube. At last pleased, Master Tim stopped and came around to my face. "Boy, that was your first lesson. Never ask a Master for anything that will give you comfort or pleasure. You are here for my pleasure only. Do you understand that?" Between gasps, I managed to answer, SIR, YES SIR! "Shit" he said, "even with the hood on, you're still a choir boy." He pulled my head up and moved closer. His rough hand cradled my chin and he pulled my closer staring eye to eye until his lips pressed against mine as he kissed me deep and hard. Our lips, tongues, and juices mingling long and passionately, his firm hands now on the back of my head, refusing to release me as he pressed himself against my face. As he pulled away, he stared at me, eyes again meeting eyes, messages flashing between us. "You've been waiting a long time for that haven't you boy?" "Yes Sir", was all that I could manage. Tears began to well. I had waited for this moment a long time and I suddenly realized I needed to belong to someone, to be controlled, to be taught. I pulled myself together, and straightened up my body. Sensing my resolution, a grin swept over Master Tim as he realized I was no longer a lost cause. Part 4 "Hmmm, what to do with you. I think you're next lesson must be in how to serve a master." He grabbed a gag from the wall that would force me to keep my mouth open. The rubber covered ring was wide and he pulled it tight against my rubberized face, forcing it into my mouth, stretching the small rubber hole at my mouth. Rubber squealed against rubber as he finally pushed it into place. "Don't try to talk boy, I've got other things in mind for you." he said as I tried to adjust my jaw around the forced intrusion. I was moaning softly..... He unfastened the handcuffs and brought my wrists in front of me, reattaching them. "Got to give you a little room to play with boy." Drool was now dripping out of my widely stretched mouth, and I moved my hands up to wipe. "No boy, just let it run....it will come in handy in a moment. Master Tim unfastened the chain from the ceiling and pushed me down to my knees, my cock again pressed tightly between the rubber and my body. Using the chain, he attached it around my ankles making it impossible for me to get up. "Now boy, time to please your Master." Not knowing exactly what he wanted, I waited quietly, breathing heavily through my mouth. Impatiently he pushed his leather covered crotch into my face. "Do I have to draw you a map boy?" Awkwardly I used my confined hands to unfasten his jeans and pull down the zipper. "Good boy, now you're cooking. But you should know a good slave wouldn't have even needed his hands!" I eagerly drooled, and reached into the dark recesses with my tongue and bound hands to pull out his dick. Hugh, and to my surprise rubber covered! As my tongue continued to explore his hidden insides, I discovered rubber, as far up as I could reach and as far down! This dude was a rubber man under all that leather! So that's why he noticed me. The rubber suit. "Well boy, now you know my little secret. Rubber is a big turn on to me! Your tight body in that rubber suit had me drooling right from the beginning. The sound of your cum and lube moving around in there nearly had me on my knees licking your crotch! Now prove it to me that I ain't wasting my time." I pulled his dick loose, and quickly pushed my forcefully opened mouth over it. The spit, and my tongue quickly made it slick and I was soon sucking for all I was worth. My tongue lapped over and around his stiff dick. I found I could take it pretty deep, and that seemed to please Master Tim. Soon I found his hands on the back of my rubberized head, forcing me down farther and farther, until his tool was scraping the back of my throat. Within moments he was swelling even more than I thought possible as hot cum began to fill his rubbery sheath. The heat warmed my mouth, and I only wished he was pumping hot cum down my throat. Master Tim finished with a shudder, and pulled his dick from my mouth. "Well, well boy, I am surprised. I think you may have earned a bit of fun for yourself!" Looking around the room his eyes landed on a heavy dive suit along the wall. It was one of those old fashioned deep sea suits with the heavy metal helmet, weighted belt, and weighted feet. The suit hung suspended inside a real diving stage used on ships! "How'd you like to spend the rest of the night in there boy?" I was both excited and scared. "SIR, YES SIR!" I practically screamed. "Excellent boy!" He unfastened the chain around my neck and ankles, took off the handcuffs and pulled me up. My arms went around him, more for support than anything, but feeling him, holding him, I pulled myself close to his chest. My wet tongue flicked out and caressed his leather jacket. "Oh, so you want to explore do you boy....open my jacket." With shaking hands, I opened his jacket and discovered a totally covered rubber body. My head sunk into the warm smells of leather mingled with rubber and immediately began licking his tits, and worked my way to his pits, sucking as best I could with the ring gag, on the hot smelly rubber. "God, I've corrupted the choir boy!" he whispered as he pulled me up to his face. His tongue flicking out to brush against mine. His hands wrapping around my head, pulling me toward him, unfastening the gag and finishing with a quick kiss. "Now I've got to get you into that suit boy, after tonight, I'll have to call you "Hells Angel! or better yet the Fallen Angel!" He pulled me over to the rack andwe worked at removing the leather harness that held the wondrous suit and helmet up. It was fastened to the stage, suspended, almost magically, as if a man already occupied that confining space. I was hard just looking at it. Part 5 The suit, Master Tim informing me it was called the dress, appeared to be made of canvas, but closer inspection confirmed my wishes...the inside was a heavy layer of rubber! There was a gleaming copper helmet and heavy leather strapping attached to the outside. A specially made harness held the helmet up and the the heavy suit it place. Anyone in there was going no where in a hurry! Master Tim and I pulled the lead belt off then began working at the leather harness, attached, to the breast plate that helped hold up the wondrous helmet. Finally released, we held the heavy copper hardhat with the tiny glass windows. Master Tim pulled it to his face and eagerly sniffed. I had the feeling he had spent many an evening inside this dress himself. We gently laid it on the floor and then went back to or task. We then worked off the breastplate that fastened to the suit, the piece designed to hold the helmet to the suit. As the dress finally feel into Master Tim's arms, he pulled it close. "I can still smell the last man to be in here boy, understand what a treat I am bestowing on you!" Smiling he began opening the heavy rubber suit, and beckoned me to come closer. Inhale that smell boy, do you recognize the smell of cum yet? This suit has seen years of wear, and hard play. Cum has been worked into every crease and fold, every rubbery surface has had sweat and man juices. Breath it in deeply boy, this smell will haunt you for the rest of your life. He breathed slowly and soon had my head inside the suit, breathing, licking, drooling on the inside! "Enough talk, it's time for a quiet rest boy! Come here and lets get you geared up!" he said. I sat on a small bench and we worked my legs into to heavy dark rubber, its coolness as well as anticipation sending chills over my body. The bulky suit was carefully worked up my body, arms pushed into the sleeves, and my head forced through the heavy rubber gasket at the neck. The suit was slowly pressed along my body, enclosing me into it's rubbery embrace. Next came the heavy breastplate that bolted to the collar gasket. Another layer of weight pulled on my body as he finished the task. Could I really handle this I wondered? The leather jock strap was added to the suit, Master Tim forcing me to bend over, so he could make the wide leather jockstrap through my crotch as tight as he could. When he was finished, I could barely stand, the leather was pulled so tight. Master Tim helped me move to the diving stage. The leaded shoes were already on the metal platform, and once up, I fit my feet into them and Master Tim fastened them down. He then replaced the heavy weighted belt to the suit and smiled at his accomplishments. "This is really heavy Sir!" escaped my mouth. "Good! Now I know you won't be going anywhere!" As I tried to adjust to the weight, he pulled my arms to my sides and fastened them with some more leather strapping. "Hmmm just the way I like my boys, helpless." he smirked. With effort Master Tim picked up the shiny helmet and slowly brought it to my face. "Are you ready to be sealed inside this baby boy? Once inside you are my helpless plaything." he laughed. His voice sounded light, but I realized this was no longer a game. I nervously shook my head yes, not knowing if I really wanted to be "sealed" inside anything, unable to control even the air I needed. I had put myself in the hands of a man I didn't know....with intentions I could only guess at. Maybe by the end of this night, I would never see daylight again, maybe....I wouldn't make it, maybe..... Part 6 My breathing became labored and intense. I was beginning to panic as I saw the huge heavy hardhat lowered to the suit. All the while, Master Tim was reassuring me that I was safe in his hands. But could I believe him? It was too late to wonder, now it was time to accept what I had allowed this man to do to me. Already the heat was beginning to build up, and surprisingly I found myself rising to the occasion! Master Tim struggled to lower the copper helmet down over my head. Once resting on the breastplate He firmly held it and began to search for the threads. Suddenly it was home and he gave it a tremendous twist. I felt it turn into place, sealing me inside the musty and metallic smelling chamber. "Enjoy it boy!" he said as he made the final adjustments. My panic erupted as I assumed there was no air inside this metal ball.... "Don't worry boy...you'll be fine, just as soon as I get your air started that is! My air! Sucking air from the musty helmet, I could breath...but for how long? I began thrashing my head back and forth, scared and sure I would die in this suit. "You fucker...don't let me die in this suit" I screamed. "Turn the air on!" He looked at me through the small port smiling at his helpless boy. "Having fun yet boy? Do you feel the rush of danger mixed with the smell of rubber. Is my little sex slave worried that he isn't going to get out? Feel the pull of the leather around your body. Sense every drop of sweat running down you face. Taste the metal, and the salt of the sea and the acid of the rubber. Become aware of you cock throbbing out of control!" He said as he pressed his hand against my swollen prick. The air I was breathing was leaving the helmet, but no fresh air was coming in! As I gasped for air I thought would suddenly be gone, I realized I was pulling air out of the suit. With each breath the suit became tighter and tighter against my body. Every breath smelled and tasted more and more of rubber. As the endless seconds past, thinking I was near death, the air became even more stale and steamy. I couldn't see out at all and began thrashing more and more. "Die? not on your life boy...I have more planned for you than a hole six feet deep!" "Now calm down, there is still enough air in there for a minute of two!" Give me time to fasten the strapping back to the breastplate. Otherwise the weight of this gear will kill ya before the lack of air will!" "Shit, a minute or two, I was screaming, then what! Slow suffocation?" But his words hit me, I could smell and taste the metal mixed with sweat and rubber. My whole body was alive with sensations...panic, and a sexual surge through my body strangely mingled as I pulled steamer and heavy rubber scented air from the depths of the suit. Feeling strained, I was relieved when I finally felt the weight of the helmet lessen as the final straps were attached and pulled. The majority of the weight was now supported by the stage, and although I was aware of the mass of the suit, I was not suffering from the pull of the weight. Master Tim must have gone to the wall and adjusted the regulator. To my relief the slight hiss of air began pumping into the helmet, not giving me the amount of air I was trying to suck, but enough...... "That better boy? You've got to learn to trust your Master. You life is not something I like to trifle with. Bring you to the edge ..... definitely....but never over!" "Now for my fun boy!" Master Tim produced some more heavy leather strapping that he began to wrap around my body, fastening me to the supports of the diving stage. More straps were passed through my crotch pulling my cock even tighter against my body. Pain and excitement raced to my brain. Finally satisfied that I was immobile and most of the weight was distributed to the frame, Master Tim reached down to the floor of the platform and it suddenly fell away. The heavy boots dropped, pulling my body even tighter against the restraints. I could hear the suit and my body creak against the straps, as we slowly swayed suspended. With my arms to my sides, I was now hanging from the supports, boots and waist belt dragging my rubber wrapped body down! Thank god the helmet was attached to the top bars, or I would have been broken by the tremendous weight. I was gasping for breath, excited and at the same time struggling against the pull and the pain. I was hot inside the suit and my sweat was beginning to run down my body in rivers. "Oh shit, Master Tim, you gotta let me out of here!" I was shouting at the glass port before me. Master Tim seemed pleased, and walked around me for several minutes examining, adjusting my swinging body, touching my throbbing cock and ass, cruelly squeezing my tits through the heavy rubber, enjoying my grunts of pain. I don't know how long I hung there, unable to move, unable to do anything about my situation. I began to concentrate on my breathing. In, out, regular breaths. The words he used before began circulating through my head. Taste it, feel it, get in touch with it. Enjoy it. I began identifying the smells, savoring each and every one. My body order, the lube, rubber, stale air, cum, metal. Each breath began to bring to me new experiences, new tastes, increased excitement. I began to identify sweat as it dripped, feeling it slide over my cock, surround my balls, lubing my body under the hot tight leather and rubber. I could swing my feet a bit and discovered that even that movement would counter the pain, or sent new tension to different parts of my body. By pushing my body a certain way I could increase and decrease the pressure on my cock. Shit I thought I might even be able to make myself cum! I was learning that I didn't have to be a passive player in this session. I was unaware of Master Tim as he went to the wall and soon returned with some "toys." I strained to see through the small ports but couldn't make out what he had in his hands. Standing in front of me, he produced What looked like an orbital sander and a neoprene pad! That would make one hell of a vibrator!! Pressing it against my dangling body, I jumped at the sensation, sending my weighted feet swaying, intensifying the feeling of tightness I had at my groin. On and off, he attacked parts of my body, settling at my cock only occasionally. I was panting, sweating, and now begging him to let me cum instead of letting me out! Part 7 Master Tim left me hang for what seemed like hours, letting me cycle through excitement, panic, curiosity, and fatigue. He seemed to know just when his presence was needed. Once through the night, my Master used the paddle on me again. Whacking it hard against my ass, sending me swinging...the pain coursing through my ass. I was screaming, and crying, and in some strange way enjoying it. At times it seem like he was going to beat all of the pent up emotions inside of me out. Maybe he did. Finally after a time I could not even being to calculate, Master Tim pushed the sander against my swollen, throbbing cock and held it there until I was moaning, and screaming and finally shooting. For many long minutes hot white cream shot up my tube, blasting against my body, filling the latex body suit now plastered against me. The leather straps holding me forced the cum to spread over me, and I found myself jumping as best as I could against my restraints, milking myself to keep the orgasm going as long as I could. Eventually the flooring was fastened back into place and I felt some relief from the weight. I spent the rest of the night in that suit, water running down my body, breathing hard, wishing for release, and hoping it would never come. I learned about my desires, and my limits. I came to know my body and accept who I was. His teasing continued relentlessly, as he relayed his "rule" for me. "Four is your lucky number tonight boy! Make it four shots, and I'll think about letting you out of there!" I was able to meet my Masters expectations, my body wracked and tired, but satisfied beyond belief. He required the last blast to be the one I created on my own. Swinging in the suit, bouncing against the straps, putting everything out of my head except shooting another load into my cocoon. Finally, drenched in sweat, hot, tired but still excited I unloaded number four. Pushing against the restraints, tensing my body, gasping for breath and only finding stale rubbery air, I was shouting.... "YES, OH MAN YES!" as my hot cream flowed for the fourth time into my rubber suit. With a shutter, my body totally relaxed, I collapsed against the restraints and fell into a light sleep. In the early hours of the next day, Master Tim unfastened me, and meticulously removed the helmet. Having released me from the metal helmet he grabbed the bottom of the latex hood and pulled it off my soaked head. Somehow, this experience had changed me. My emotions were high, and I was willing to go wherever this man led me. He sensed it and I knew it. Slowly and without much conversation Master Tim undressed me. Stripped of the heavy suit I felt like a new person. Standing before him I felt strangely naked, in my thin rubber body suit. As he looked me over he commented...."Definitely an Angel from Hell Boy! No more choirboy look for you! You smell like a man now, and hold yourself like a man. As he stared deep into my eyes he knew, the fear was gone, replaced with a healthy respect. I think you're well on the way to learning the life of a slave boy." He sat quietly as I cleaned up the telltale remains of our night. When all was washed and packed away, he threw me my leather, and watched as I pulled it on over my wet, pissed, and cum filled latex without a hesitation. After I zipped myself in he moved over to me and rubbed my cock, knowing that the pressure of his hand was pushing cum and lube out of the shortie suit, and forcing it to run down my legs. He took joy is rubbing it around, working it into my leather knowing he could still get me hard after all I had been through. Marking me with the sent and spunk of a man. My leathers would never be the same and I was glad of it. He led me back up the stairs, and over to the bar. At this early hour, there were but a few men left to close the place as he bought me a last beer. "Well boy, you did well tonight. I had my doubts, but you came through. Show back up here tomorrow, and I'll see about lesson 2. "SIR?" "Boy, there is more to being a Master's slave than one nights pleasure. There are ways to serve that you haven't even dreamed of yet. I can teach you....but only if you're willing. Now go home, you're bugging me." "SIR, THANK YOU SIR!" I said, as I downed my beer, turned and left. When I got home, I sank to my bed, my leather and rubber well used, smelling great, body sore, but satisfied. Too tired to change I fell into another light sleep, still dressed, cum finding it's way through the seals around my legs to soak into my leather jeans. I was barely aware that I didn't have the key to the lock around my neck. A smile crossed my face and as I drifted into a deeper slumber. I wondered how the hell could I discretely wear this rubber body suit to work tomorrow? Guess it's time to screw discretion and be the man I want to be.