Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2022 21:06:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ash Eater <locked_london@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Mile End Story

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"Oh fuck off then" Chris shouted as he slammed the front door. It was the
second argument of the day with his husband and it was only Saturday
lunchtime. Although their relationship was open, to the extent they had
separate bedrooms, Chris was getting increasingly annoyed that Andrew
seemed to prefer hooking up with randoms off the apps at the drop of a hat
than spending any time with him. Andrew had just announced he was meeting
up with someone off Recon for the afternoon, when they had agreed a couple
of hours earlier that that they would go out for coffee before visiting a
hardware store.

Chris' annoyance was less to do with the fact that those plans had been
scuppered but that yet again Andrew seemed to be the one benefitting most
from the open relationship.They'd not long moved to East London, and it
took a while for the most of anger to disappear . When it did Chris
suddenly realised he looked in what was a familiar street. Familiar but
something wasn't quite right.

"This is where Backstreet was. I thought that they'd knocked it down."

Yet there in front of him was that familiar door. In all the years that he
had been a regular he had never been down the street in broad daylight. It
was he thought unusually busy, although no one seemed to take any notice of
him. It was 2pm, Andrew's probably getting fucked right now he thought. It
was then he realised that the door was open. He still thought it was odd as
he was sure the building had been knocked down, nonetheless his curiosity
got the better of him and he pushed the door open.

He walked into what had been the changing area, the light above him
flickered. He heard something move behind him , it was the door closing,
there was another noise from the other side of the door into the main
bar. It sounded like a cough. Again Chris's curiosity took over, and he
pushed it open, there was a haze of smoke, cigar smoke. "Have the forgotten
about the smoking ban?" Through the thick haze another cough.

"You're late boy"

It had been sometime since Chris had been called boy, most of the hook ups
he had off the apps were annoyingly pretty vanilla.

A youngish man stood in front of him. Six foot plus thin in full Langlitz,
"I said you are late. Boy" He lifted a cigar to bismuth before blowing the
smoke in Chris's face.

"Sorry" Chris mumbled He was regressing to the obedient sub that he used to
be whenever he entered through the bar doors. Chris looked down sheepishly
afraid to look at the man in the eye.He was wearing leather trousers, and
knee length boots. Chris blinked confused, it was mid July and in the high
twenties, he had left his flat in a T-shirt and shorts.

"`Prove it" The man came up closer to Chris and breathed another cloud of
smoke into his face. Chris fell to the floor and began to lick the Wesco's
that were right in front of him. A wave of warmth came over him as his
natural instinct to obey kicked in

The taste of boot leather, it had been far too long since he had
experienced that sensation , he had no idea who this man was, yet he also
felt familiar. Of course over the years he had often fallen on his knees
and licked a leatheman's boots without knowing who he was. As he licked he
could see the wet shine on the boot increase. God how he had missed
this. Chris was about to move on to the other boot when "

"Good Boy. Now, Fuck off You can go, but next time don't be late."

Chris stood up. What had he done wrong? The man was walking away from him,
for a moment he thought he might have seen someone else there with him. The
second man turned round and looked at Chris and tapped his boots with what
looked like a riding crop.Chris heard another noise from the other side of
the double doors. "I'd better go." He thought, to himself. Three minutes
later he was outside. A mother and two kids walked past him "I like the t
shirt" she said. Chris looked down he was no longer in leather He looked at
his watch it was 2.10, he had only been in there two minutes. How could
that be? "I need a coffee"

Later that evening Andrew announced he was heading out again. "I can't help
if men want a piece of this arse" he said slapping his buttock. He leaned
over to give his husband a kiss. He was expecting Chris to complain and was
surprised but relieved when he didn't. Chris was already planning another
walk.

It had just turned 9pm and was just starting to get dark. He walked along
Mile End Road , and turned a corner, a few minutes later he was outside
those doors. Chris was still confused as he was still certain the place had
been demolished. He saw a chink of light coming through the bottom of the
door, he looked round although there were people about they seemed to not
notice. A young couple walked by laughing.

He looked down he was again dressed in leather. He heard a cough. It came
from what had been the toilet. He went in. The man was there again. "About
time I need a piss. You don't keep me or anyone else hanging around
waiting. Understand" He grabbed Chris by the shoulders and turned him to
face the mirror, he was wearing a yellow leather tie.  Chris nodded,
although he far from understood. Who else was here?

"Now get down and open that mouth. Don't you dare spill a drop" Chris
looked up wide eyed as the young man pulled out his dick flaccid but there
was a substantial length and girth.

It felt like an age as the man stood there and emptied his bladder into
Chris's mouth. "Remember don't spill a drop" He tried to see if he could
catch the man's face but the upper half was obscured under Muir Cap, all
that was really visible was cigar, and a hint of a ginger moustache, which
would on occasion glow as the man took a breath.

"Like that Boy" Chris nodded. "Next time you might even to taste some cum"
He lifted Chris upon his feet and pushed him against the wall, He moved
forward and gave started to kiss. Chris at first was tempted to resist by
the taste of cigar on the man's breath meant that he surrounded and allowed
the man to probe his mouth. He finally released him and pressed gloved hand
across Chris' mouth he took a draw on the cigar and exhaled. He began to
roughly undo Chris' leather trousers, and turned him round. Before Chris
knew it he was being fucked. Chris had no idea how long the fucking lasted
for it was hard and merciless it was clearly for the leatherman's pleasure
not his, suddenly , he felt the cum dripping down his leg.  "Get outside
and wait"


Out in the changing area, a second man was there, the same one he must have
seen earlier. He looked at Chris as if he was measuring him up for
size.,"What do you think?" "Perfect" The second man looked at Chris, "You'd
better like boots and ash Boy." He then waved his hand as if to dismiss
him.

"Good Boy, now go away."

As he exited the couple he had seen as he was entering were just walking up
the end of the street he looked at his watch, he had been inside for little
more than three minutes.  What was happening?  As he walked away he swore
he heard a voice saying, "Until next time Boy."

"Fancy a night in" Andrew said a couple of days later. Chris was about to
agree but he heard a voice "Come and worship Boy" ."I need to go out for a
walk first" Andrew was taken aback but he couldn't really complain after
all he hadn't been home until late for over a week meeting random Recon and
Scruff hook ups. As Chris exited the block of flats the heavens opened, he
almost turned round, but that voice "Come Boy" made him continue with the
walk.

As he walked Chris seemed oblivious to the rain, he reached the doors and
walked in. He fell to his knees and crawled to the double doors, once
inside he waited. The young man approached "Good Boy. You came back are you
ready to serve?" "Yes Sir"

Those words came out as if they were second nature. He suddenly found
himself being led across the floor of the bar. Where had that collar and
chain around his come from? "I must have put them on before leaving the
flat" Chris thought to himself, forgetting that he had gone out in just his
summer clothes and a rain coat. He was led through the bar, he thought he
could see shadows of others, silent leather clad figures.

He was led to the back of the bar, outside, It was bone dry and not hint of
rain. "Here he is?"  The other man from his previous visit was there
waiting. He bent over and spat on his boot."Get going"

"Yes Sir"

"Yes, Sir" Chris repeated and began to worship. As he did he felt a whack
on his arse, one of the men was beating him with a riding crop. He muffled
a "Thank you Sir",as each whack took him deeper into a sense of
submission. A heavy boot on his back pushed him further into the ground,
neither this nor the beating distracted him from his role as boot
licker. "Now you behave and remember to obey" "He's now all yours".

"You can do better than that. I want to feel that tongue through that
leather on my foot" "Yes Sir"This continued for the next half hour Chris
put every effort he could into worshipping the boot, which again made him
doubt whether the bar had ever closed down. Eventually he was brought back
on to his knees.

"Here's a reward Boy. Open wide." Chris obeyed ash fell on his tongue "Keep
it there" Chris kept his mouth open, waiting for permission to swallow, the
man moved closer, Chris could now see his face, wide, and smiling, his grey
beard almost glistening. Chris was mesmerised by how handsome he was, The
man leant in closer and spat in Chris' mouth. "Swallow"

"Good man. Did you like that?" "Yes Sir" "Do a good job of getting this
hard, and you'll get two rewards. It's very quiet out here tonight just you
and ,me. It will be our spot "

Chris looked around he could see no one else in the flickering of the
candle light. Where had the other man gone? Before he had time to think too
much he felt a hand push against the back of his head, gently guiding it so
the whole dick was in Chris' throat. The blow job was briefly halted so
another mouth full of ash could be deposited along with a healthy dose of
spit. A bottle of beer suddenly appeared, Chris took a mouth full to wash
it down, he watched as another cigar was lit, and returned to worshipping
dick.  Chris lost the track of time as he worshipped the man's dick, it
never softened, and he wondered if he would ever come. "Ready Boy" "Yes Sir
Chris grunted and he was soon chocking on what seemed like gallons of
cum. "It's been a while, since you did that boy" The man spoke as if Chris
had sucked him off before.  Had he?

He looked up and the cigar was coming to an end. "Stand" Chris obeyed, the
man ripped open Chris's leather shirt and placed the cigar close to his
right nipple, he moved in closer, Chris winced, but the man quickly changed
his mind. Instead he stubbed it out on Chris's right bicep. "Something to
remind you of me" Chris let out a groan of pain, but managed to whisper a
"Thank You Sir. "

"Now fuck off I'll see you later," the man lit another cigar as he waved
Chris off with a dismissive right hand. The smile on his face exaggerated
by the red glow of the gar. The man who had greeted him was waiting "this
bladder needs emptying , you know what to do" Chris's arm was aching from
having the cigar extinguished on him, but that was blocked out as he knelt
there in the middle of the bar swallowing piss. A slap on the head indicted
his service was over. He got up off his knees and left. Just before he went
out he looked at his arm, it was red , and a few blisters were already
forming.

When he was outside it was still rain, he ran back home. "How far did you
go? You must be soaked" Chris looked at his watch he had been gone barely
an hour, not long enough to smoke two fat cigars. Removing his rain coat he
looked at his arm, there was no sign of the earlier branding at the hand of
the cigar smoker. He returned to the lounge and lay next to Andrew on the
sofa. Andrew placed his arms around him and kissed his head. "You smell
nice, have you been wearing that tobacco after shave?"

The next morning Chris woke and made breakfast, he tried to put the odd
events of the past few weeks out of his head. His arm looked fine, perhaps
he had just been dreaming after all. He and Andrew ate their breakfasts ,as
they were putting the dishes away Andrew suggested they go for a walk just
before lunch. A couple of hours later they were out of the flat.

"God look at that monstrosity, replacing a perfectly service leather bar
with a block of flats and a Tesco, what were they thinking" Andrew was
ranting as they walked closer to where Backstreet had been. He dragged
Chris down the side road to the old entrance, as he did Chris felt a pain
in his arm, the heat from the cigar had returned and there was a nasty
burn. He grimaced.

"Look at that, " Andrew pointed, starting to waffle on about modern
architecture and the death of the leather bar. Chris was looking at the
same spot all he could see was the old Backstreet. Andrew his ranting over
started to stomp off in the direction of the park Chris moved towards the
club entrance. He swore he could hear a voice "Come on Boy" he was about to
push open the door when Andrew shouted after him"Oi slow coach come on" He
turned and ran off to catch up with his husband. As he reached the other
side of the road "Worship Boy" rang in his ears. Five minute into the park
Chris looked at his arm. It no longer hurt and the scar had gone.

The next week had been a hectic one for Chris, late nights, which meant
that all he wanted to do was fall into bed. He and Andrew had long been in
separate beds, a relationship which suited them both. When he got home just
before midnight on Thursday he could hear the grunts coming from Andrew's
room. Chris smiled and turned round, it was time for a walk.

He almost had second thought but he was summoned by "Boy now" as he passed
the tube station. The voices from the bar seemed to be getting louder, and
could be heard further away. He almost ran , and as he did he could feel
the scar on his arm return, he looked down and it looked as if it had only
just happened. He pushed the door open and walked to the back. "Want some
more then"The man was sat in exactly the same place as he had left him
almost a week earlier. "Yes Sir."

Chris bent down and waited, A gloved hand moved towards him "Suck it boy"
The taste of years worth of cigar smoking filled Chris's mouth. He looked
up as caught the man's eye. The smile that greeted him made Chris feel
protected and he moved hands to caress the muscular leather covered legs
that he was kneeling between, "Like that Boy" "Yes Sir" "Do you like
pleasing me" "Chris nodded. "Do you want to be my Boy for ever. Serve me
for ever" without thinking Chris nodded. "One day Boy, one day," The gloved
hand was removed from Chris's mouth , and he was lifted onto his feet. The
man unzipped his leather jacket exposing a muscular hairy chest. "Worship
it boy. I want to feel that tongue " Chris spent what felt like half an
hour worshipping the gorgeous body, inhaling and tasting the fresh sweet
sweat. As he did he felt his dick harden . "No touching Boy, you are here
to please me:

When Chris finally left the bar, a matching burn on his other arm, it was
daylight. When he arrived home Andrew was in the kitchen. "Home early from
work dear" Chris looked at his phone it was 4pm, He had been in the bar for
16 hours. There were text message from work, asking where he was. " Anyway
I'm off out for an hour there a sexy American in town who wants to fill my
guts."

Chris was alone again. He made himself a strong coffee and tried to work
out what the fuck was happening. He tried to occupy himself at home but he
could not concentrate so three hours later he was talking towards those
doors, he smiled as the pain from the cigar burns made themselves felt. He
was proud to carry his Sir's mark. "His Sir?" where did that come from, not
that the thought occupied his head for long, he knelt down. "Ready Sir"

When he next looked at his phone, it was 10pm He had spent almost 24 hours
worshipping his Sir. Not that it felt like it. Whenever he walked through
those doors time didn't really matter. He returned home and stripped, the
smell of cigar smoke was every where, and the jeans that he had worn to
work that day were soaked with piss. Andrew was no where to be seen, he
checked his messages, he had gone out drinking.

As he pulled down his trousers, he saw that he was wearing cock cage. He
gave it a tug there was no way that it would come off. When did that get
put on? As the water from the shower fell on his body he noticed that the
burn marks were still there. They had not disappeared in fact they had been
joined by a third on his left pec.  As he soaped his buttocks he
grimaced. He looked round, there were fresh welts, a sign he had been
subject to a hard beating. "Thank You sir" he said allowed "You are welcome
Boy" a voice came from no where.

Chris called in sick to work the next day, and the next. For a whole week
he'd wait for Andrew to leave for work before heading to the bar. Some of
the changes that took place as soon as he entered no longer reverted, as
far as Chris was concerned the Prince Albert had been there for years.

Chris put the phone down after calling in sick for the fifth day, and made
himself some breakfast, went shopping and cleaned the house. He was trying
to distract himself so that he wasn't thinking about the bar, thinking
about Sir But whenever he stopped his mind was just full of imaged of his
leather Sir, standing there a riding crop sticking out of his boot, and a
cigar in his mouth, his jacket undone ready for Chris to worship. The
voices taunted him "Good Boy" "Lick it Boy" "Come on Boy". He tried to down
the voices out by playing music but they wouldn't go away.

Finally he relented, he opened up his wardrobe, and pulled out his
leathers. It had been at least a year since he had taken them out yet they
smelled of cigar smoke, He put them on and slipped on his boots. On the
floor he saw a collar, something which had had never owned, but placed it
round his neck, and snapped the padlock shut, leaving the key on his
bedside table. He looked in the mirror , and the word Slave appear tattooed
on his face, He smiled , and left the flat, taking nothing with him, his
phone, his wallet even his keys were left on the kitchen table.

As he walked towards his destination the voices got louder, he upped his
pace , he was excited at what lay ahead. He knew now that there was no
going back. He felt guilty for not letting Andrew know where he had gone,
but he'd survive, He might not even notice his absence .

He pushed the door open, the Man was there waiting. Chris knelt. "Hello
Boy" He placed his hand on Chris's head, his finger slipping through the
gap between Chris' neck and the collar. "Master I am ready" "About time too
Slave, we have a lot off time to make up, but have all the time in the
world to do so"

Chris was led to the back of the bar, as he followed his Master he for the
first time he noticed that space was full of other leather men each one
with an obedient slave kneeling beside him. He was finally outside, he and
his Master "I said that this was our spot, I think we will be very
comfortable here" the Master said as he spat a tobacco flavoured ball of
spit into Chris's face. Chris said nothing but hurried his head into his
Master's leather crotch. He was where he belonged.

Outside on the other side of the main door two men were walk past it from
opposite directions. One a German tourist who thought to himself that he
was certain that he had read that Backstreet had closed and been demolished
yet there it was. He began walking towards the entrance as if a voice was
beckoning him "Please Sir I'm ready". How could he resist?

The other was Andrew, he was oblivious to the presence of the other man, he
was more concerned with his anger at the monstrosity that had replaced the
Backstreet. He muttered to himself at the state of the new building,
memories of Chris evaporated, the wedding ring on his finger vanished into
thin air. By the time he had turned the corner he was he started think
about the second date he had with a cute American.  "Being single has many
advantages " he said to himself