Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2022 15:07:27 -0600 From: Max Potter Subject: Dave's Leather Journal Chapter 3 Enjoy this or any other story on Nifty? Write to the author. Nothing helps continue stores more than hearing that there are readers who await every new chapter. Even simple messages are a great encouragement. I have heard from some amazing readers. Telling me what they like, giving me ideas. Encouraging me to a new chapter, trying hard to make each one better. Also, don't forget to support Nifty so that this valuable service continues: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Dave's Leather Journal Chapter 3 "Your hair is getting long. Well, long for you." Aaron took a sip of his coffee. "Yeah." Dave ran his hand through his hair, It felt odd to have a couple inches up there. Usually not more than half an inch covered his head. Xavier had only allowed trimming to keep it looking neat for a couple months now. Xavier was out this morning, doing something and had left his two slaves to their own devices, with remarkably few tasks. So they were sitting in the sunlit kitchen. "He's planning something, but I don't know what. I can't get used to it. It wakes me up at night sometimes." "Really? I can't imagine that. I wonder if he wants to make reins." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "Saw this blond guy getting fucked once, he had hair half way down his back. Top grabbed it like reigns, pulled his head back. Like fucking a horse." "Shit." Dave scratched his head, wondering what it would be like to have hair that long. "Maybe put it in braids." Aaron teased. "You fucker." Dave gave Aaron a faux backhand. "I'd die of humiliation." "No you wouldn't. You'd eat it up." "Yeah..." Dave let the word draw out. His dick was getting hard at the thought. "Why do we do this shit for him?" "You know why." "Yeah..." They both did know why. The drive was too strong. Xavier told them to do something, they did it and no matter how little they wanted to without him. Aaron reached out and ran a finger over Dave's collar. It was a heavy chrome with matching lock. Aaron pulled his hand back and fingered his own, black iron with shallow ridges. Then he got up to refresh both their coffees. "That new kid washed out with Gareth and Dirk. They came back from Maui to find he had booked out. Took some cash as well. They don't know where he headed to." "I knew he didn't have it." "True, you said that first time you saw him. I thought that fire he had would keep him going." "No. It was all flash. He wanted to show off. Once it got down to scrubbing toilets, his dick got limp. He'd get gangbanged in the back of a club, but had no stomach for doing the hard stuff." "I don't know how you can read them so accurately." "I've seen enough. All the boys who get drunk on dick then go on to families. Then wank late at night years later thinking of it." "I couldn't do a picket fence in some suburb." "They are fun to be tied to." "How do... you do know don't you?" "Yeah. Was in this development they had built but no one had moved in yet." "Boys." Xavier had returned and was entering. His voice and face smiled, pleased his charges had been getting some time together. Aaron and Dave stood. "Kiss each other, make it real." Xavier watched as the two stepped together and locked lips, hands running over the other's back and ass. Xavier was pleased at the passion his boys showed in kissing each other. The two did not engage with each other unless they were servicing someone in tandem. Xavier poured his own coffee and smiled in satisfaction. Dave had brought one hand up and was pressing Aaron's head closer. Anyone stumbling on them would think they were madly in love. They did not stop, tongues fighting each other and hips grinding on each other. Xavier leaned on a counter as he sipped his coffee and watched the show he had commanded for himself. Xavier's dick stirred, not so much from the kissing of two men, but the fact they were his slaves and doing it by his command. His boys, his slaves, willing to do whatever he wanted. No delays, just obedience. The control was what did it for him. And this exhibit of control was thrilling. When his coffee was finished, Xavier put the cup down and cracked his knuckles. "You can break apart now." They did, looking around as they ran their hands over the front of their own thighs. The awkwardness brought a slight smirk to Xavier's face. It was so nice to have that control over them. "Come with me boy." Xavier squeezed Dave's shoulder. "Yes, of course, Master." Dave followed Xavier down to the dungeon, stripping when Xavier gave the sign. Xavier attached padded braces to Dave's arms and legs, attaching those to heavy chains from the ceiling. Xavier pulled Dave's legs up first, until Dave was suspended, face up, with his limbs pulled up and out. Xavier adjusted until Dave's mouth was at crotch level. Xavier rested his jean clad package on Dave's face. Both were still, Dave gently swinging as he breathed deep and lipped his Master's cock through the fabric. Xavier himself had raised his hands and was gripping the chains high, resting his body a bit. Knowing Dave was there and obedient was filling Xavier with satisfaction. Dave was erecting, excited to be servicing his man. So often, Dave was sent to service others, or serve with Aaron. This was only the two of them. A man and his boy. Xavier reached one hand down and ran it up Dave's chest, over his throat. Xavier's hand came to a rest over Dave's face. His fingers gently moved a reminder to the slave he had suspended in the air. A reminder to both of their status. The dungeon was silent, save for the hollow creak of the chains and the breathing of Dave on the denim fabric. Xavier swayed back and forth in tune with the swinging of the suspended boy. The motion was gentle, almost as simple waves on the shore. The air around them had a coolness, Dave's breath blew back on his face from the seams and fabric. To Dave, where his Master touched him was the focal point of his mind. Even more than the cock that was cotton from him. Xavier pulled back, Dave feeling a small pang of loss. The belt came undone, followed by the jeans, Xavier's hard cock sprung free, he gave it a few tugs before running it over Dave's lips. Dave pursed his lips in hopes of gaining more, a hope he knew would be fulfilled. And it was, Xavier pushed and with the anticipation of a sub Dave opened his mouth. All the way in with not pause, Dave arched his back as the cock entered his throat. Xavier left it there a moment, until an instant before Dave would need to squirm. Then Xavier withdrew, letting Dave inhale. He knew his boy, knew when air was needed. Dave knew he had only an instant, and was ready when the dick re-entered. The beginning was slow, Xavier enjoying the torment he knew Dave's lust was feeling. Filling him, emptying him. Controlling him. Xavier lazily twisted Dave's nipples, not even giving much pain. The boy felt it. Felt the nips being worked, felt this Master fill him with dick. Xavier sped his hips, thrusting faster into Dave's mouth. Dave loved serving this way, being used, being a receptacle for Xavier. All the other men he serviced was for this, for Xavier. Times like this, when he could give direct pleasure to the man who owned him. Dave's dick was rock hard. This is what turned him on, why he did everything. For the chance to be the one servicing Xavier. They lived together. Xavier could use him anytime, but did not any where as much as Dave craved. Dave poured everything into blowing Xavier, even hanging from the ceiling, even positioned so he was a hole. He needed to do it. To prove again how devoted he was. Even when Xavier pulled back, Dave flexed his muscles to follow the dick. To keep it, even for that instant more. Xavier moaned, thrilling Dave to no end. His man was feeling good. Good enough to moan. Nothing compared to that. Shivers ran up and down Dave's body. It had been so long since he serviced Xavier alone, did this for him. Dave did so much for this. It was transcendent, Dave never felt so complete. Xavier was thrusting fast enough now that Dave had to tense his muscles to stay in some semblance of order, to be sure his mouth and throat was in the right place. Xavier grabbed the sides of the boy he was face fucking, gripping hard as he powered in. Bent forward, his hips thrusting to get off. That's what Xavier wanted now, and Dave's mouth was a tool for him to do it. Dave reveled in being that tool. Doing for his Master. Xavier came, withdrawing his dick in the process so the last spurts hit Dave's tongue. The cockhead rested in Dave's mouth, and Dave gently nursed it, getting the last of the cum out. Xavier breathed deep, putting his hands on Dave's cheeks. Dave looked up, seeing the massive dick and beyond that his Master, Dave came when he saw the satisfied smile on that face. The pleasure Xavier felt was what Dave worked for. Xavier gave a small chuckle, dipped a finger in Dave's cum, and pulled his dick out of Dave's mouth and put the finger in. Dave sucked it, taking his own cum in with his Master's. Xavier bent over, looked Dave square in the eyes and said "Good boy". Dave shivered, a groan escaping. This was better than even cumming to him. The smile that spread on Xavier's face was genuine. Xavier lowered the chains, letting Dave get his feet under him, and careful released Dave, letting the slave lean on him. Xavier escorted his slave up to Dave's room, having Davie lay on the bed. Xavier lay down as well, holding his boy from behind. Dave folded his arms around the hands that encircled him. He felt Xavier's breath on his head, felt the chest at his back expanding and contracting. Xavier held him firmly and Dave melted into it. Dave looked out the window in front of him, seeing the sky through the trees waving in the slight breeze. Dave rested, the only sounds of them both breathing. Dave awoke with a start, and instant later, Xavier tightened his grip, slightly, comfortingly. Dave had fallen asleep and his Master had stayed with him, held him and was still there. Dave calmed and remained motionless. Master's body heat warmed Dave, the sun had shifted, the breeze had picked up. Dave rolled and looked up at his Master. They smiled at each other. Xavier unclenched his hands and ran his fingers over Dave's face. "Thank you, Master." "You are a very good boy. You and your service pleases me. You are mine, and you make me proud." "Thank you again Master." Xavier squeezed again before letting go and standing up. "You can have a few hours off. I know that was not trying for you, I'll have some instructions later." "I appreciate the time Master." "Actually rest. I don't want you finding some task that needs doing and working." "Yes, Master." Xavier left, leaving Dave to find something to occupy himself with. Dave spent the first few minutes just contemplating his life. Then as he had to do something restful, decided to play "Clash of Clans", an online game he enjoyed. It took a few minutes to get things in his mind, then he was losing himself in the fantasy world the screen provided. Hours passed. Dave lost himself in his game. At some point he noticed his Master was standing in the doorway. Startled, he paused his game. Before he could get up or say anything, Xavier waved his hand to keep him seated. "I texted directions to your phone. In about 2 hours, you need to pick up Callum's new boy, Evan. He'll need driving around. I'm sure you will show him proper hospitality" "Yes, Master." Xavier gave a smirk and turned away. Having time, Dave continued with his game. Being sure to have enough time to make it to his destination without being late, Dave put on leather pants, boots, and a black cotton button down shirt. Pulling up to Callum's house Dave waited a moment to see the door open and the man (boy) he was to escort around head for the car. Dave got out to open the passenger door. The approaching man, well built, toned, obvious muscles and a round butt. White pants that let nothing to the imagination, and a tight t shirt the color of orange sherbert. Loafers. Dave groaned internally at the loafers. But he smiled like he was happy to be of service. "Well, aren't you so tall, and strong, and leathery. I like it. I'm Ethan." "My name is Dave, Sir." Being called sir, Ethan gave an exaggerated shudder. "Oooh, so respectful. This is going to be so much fun." "As you like Sir." Ethan shuddered again as he slide into the seat, taking a pair of expensive sunglasses and putting them on. Dave closed the door and went around to the driver side. Ethan was hot, very hot, not that he was surprised. Callum liked well built boys and kept them well, if not for long. "Where to, Sir?" Dave asked as he started the car. "Oh, I've got to decide, don't I? It's all up to me. You just take me where I want to go." Dave nodded at this statement. "Hmmm, so many places to be. Let's start at Charlene's, it's over off of St. Maure's. There is this nice Italian place near it, and a bakery." "I know where it is Sir." Dave engaged the drive, and began to navigate where the himbo had instructed. "Oh, good. I am so bad at directions. I get lost all the time. All the time, I mean really, all the time. I'd lose my dick if I didn't have it between my legs all the time." Ethan laughed at his own cleverness. "I had better check." Ethan put both hands on his crotch, rubbing and feeling, doing some minor stroking of his growing. "Yeah, it's still here. Good. Don't want to leave my dick behind somewhere." Dave looked over, Ethan saw Dave's interest. "Want to see it?" "No thank you Sir." Dave replied, returning his eyes to the road. "I had better be sure." Ethan opened his pants and took out a good sized dick. Dave could not resist, and looked. It was semi hard, and Ethan slid forward to stroke it, his legs spreading as far as the well would allow. "It's all there, nice and happy. Daddy really put it to me last night, let me tell you." "Is that right Sir?" "Oh fuck yea. I'm surprised I can walk. He railed into me good. Doggie, missionary, you know they they like to move you around? I had to ride him to get him to cum in me. I was bouncing on him so much my thighs plain wore out. You know what it's like when you're riding a cock and they guy just won't cum? It's like he was holding back, like it's some kind competition. I was sweating so much. When I was done, I just slide off, his dick came out when I did. I had cum leaking out and we had to change the sheets before he would sleep. Crazy isn't that? Like a little cum would hurt. I swallow cum all the time. Being on the sheets, who the fuck cares?" Ethan was still stroking his dick, and had pulled his balls out. "Ummmmmm." Ethan was pushing his shirt up, showing washboard abs. "I do like his dick though. Nice and think, and it has this curve in it. It really makes my bussy sing. Ever get fucked so good you think your bussy will sing? Daddy is like that. Shit, he bent me over the counter in the kitchen and just shoved in. I shoved a plate right off and it broke on the floor. I came on the cabinets, and I had these lines on my abs where the edge was. But fuck it was a good fuck. I fuckin' love a good cock. And when the cock is pounding into me, ooooooo fuck, it's so good." "Sir, if you're not careful, you may cum all over yourself." Dave warned "Oh fuck, you're right. Shit." Ethan pulled himself up and released his junk. "Damn, now I'm horny." He started to close up his pants. "Redressing is a good idea, we are almost there Sir." Dave smiled to himself thinking of Ethan's discomfort. Pulling into a parking spot, Dave got out, Ethan did also, before Dave could open the door for him. Ethan hooked his sunglasses on the neck of his t shirt. Ethan started looking around, heading to some bottles on a display. Dave stationed himself nearby in case he is called on. Dave saw Ethan adjust his dick in his pants. Dave was not alone in noticing, Most of the customers and staff were women, and Dave saw the paying attention to Ethan in his revealing pants and this still obviously turgid cock. Dave chuckled silently as two female clerks made a beeline to Ethan. Dave watched them jockey with each other to get to him. A redhead won that race. She started talking, asking what he was looking for, how she could help. Her hand was already on his arm. "Is there something I can help you find?" The other clerk asked Dave. She had saved face by approaching the other apparent customer. "No, thank you, I'm just the driver." Dave responded. The clerk gave a pained smile saying "Of course, find me if I can be of any assistance." "I will." Dave returned his attention to Ethan and the clerk. Ethan was not only a himbo, he was completely gay. Dave could tell. Ethan was enjoying the attention, but was not sexually excited. The girl was trying hard, but Ethan was distracted by the products. Dave could see the beginnings of frustration as her boobs and touching was not getting the results she wanted. After being at a few displays, Dave saw the clerk give a small stamp of her foot. She wanted to turn Ethan on, and could tell he was less excited then when he first came in. Dave was sure she was not used to men not trying to pick her up. Ethan was selecting products, so she would at least have commission to console her. Dave lazily followed Ethan around, maintaining a distance. At some point, Ethan held out a basket for Dave to hold, which Dave did, moving closer when Ethan decided on a new item. Dave took his amusement from the clerk hopelessly flirting with the himbo. Ethan seemed oblivious to her sexual interest, taking only the fact she was paying attention to him. Ethan like attention. Ethan finally made it to the till, flashing the new credit card for his purchases. His clerk smiled him last hope of getting his number dying in her eyes. Dave took the bags and headed to the car. Dave had to juggle the bags and keys to unlock the car and pop the trunk. Ethan grabbed a bottle. "Smell this. Mango. Don't you fucking love the smell of mango? It's going to drive Daddy crazy for me. Think he will fuck me good with this? I think he'll fuck me good." "I'm sure he will fuck you good." Ethan squirted some in his hands and began rubbing it into his upper arms. Dave opened the passenger door and Ethan slid in. Dave could see him having to work to get the seatbelt in, with slippery hands. "Where now, sir?" Dave asked. "Clothes. I need new clothes. Fuck Daddy ripped my shirt off last night. Did I tell you that? We're outside on the patio, and he rips my shirt off. Really goes after my tits, he bit them hard. He really went after them for a while. They are still sore. I mean, it's been yesterday. And my tits are still sore." Ethan gently rubbed his nips through his shirt. "Sir where would you like to go?" Dave kept his voice respectful, but did need to know where to take the himbo. "Oh, Cockran's. Do you know where that is? Fuck, what's it close to? Let me think." "I know where it is, Sir." Dave began to back out of the parking spot. "Oh, good. I get so lost. Daddy says I shouldn't be allowed behind the wheel of a car. Not that I can't drive, but I can't find my way anywhere. I mean, anywhere. I'd get lost crossing the fucking street. Daddy has me keep that geo-spa----geo-sat--what ever the fuck it is on my phone. So I can call him and he can tell me where I am. Isn't Daddy clever?" Ethan prattled on, Dave mostly tuned him out, keeping enough of an ear in case he had something to respond to. There wasn't. Ethan talked with the same vapid nothingness he had so far. The clothing store was busy, Ethan had to content himself with only Dave as an audience. Ethan's wandering took him near a rack of shirts, Dave recognized it as put together for those not able to afford most of the goods on display but still wanted to buy something. Ethan looked at it, not interested at first, then he looked back at Dave, smiled like someone who had a wicked thought hiding it as pure fun. Transparent. Dave wondered if Ethan could keep any secret at all. Ethan sauntered around, running his fingers over. Dave knew it was Ethan's `deep plan', coming up with a shirt that had reflective threads shot through lavender. "This will look great on you. You would be so hot in it. I'm going to get it for you. Come on, you have to try it on." Ethan grabbed Dave's hand and pulled him in the direction of the changing room. "It's fine Sir, I don't need a shirt." Dave tried to pull out, but Ethan was very insistent. Dave was pushed into the changing room, and with a sigh changed shirts. Opening the door, Ethan was gone, leaving Dave to stand dumbly for a moment. Then he caught sight of his flighty charge. Ethan was heading back, carrying a pair of white linen pants. Dave rolled his eyes. "These will be perfect. You have to try these on. Oh, you will be so hot. Put them on, I have to see. All those muscles, it will be great. You are hot. This will be so hot. I wonder if I can get my Daddy to use us both. That would be hot, don't you think it will be hot?" Dave closed the door and put on the pants on. This was not him. Despondent, he opened the door. "Hot, so hot. Yes, I'm getting those for you. Oh, do you see that salesman over there? Isn't he cute? I think he was checking me out. I want to see his dick. Do you think I can see his dick? I'm going to go over and see if he will show me some stuff. You should stay in that, you look so hot. I want you to keep those. Hurry, I want to see the cute guy." Dave wanted to change back to his dark jeans and shirt. But no luck. Ethan took the clothes Dave wore in then headed for the salesman he had his eye on, waving his hand behind his back for Dave to not follow him. Dave took the hint and let Ethan be. This left Dave with nothing to do but amble listlessly around. Dave wanted to disappear being forced to wear the ridiculous outfit. A few sales clerks approached but where rebuffed with the polite smile and "Just looking" usually reserved for husbands accompanying their wives. Any sales clerk worth their salt would know it was hopeless. Dave did keep an eye on Ethan, who had engaged the twink he was interested in. Dave watched as they went all over the store and the pile of purchases grew. And they got more and more hands on as time passed. It was obvious from the prattle and occasionally too-loud laugh they they were two birds of a feather in the prattle department. Talking incessantly and right past each other. After a though examination, Dave decided there was not a single object in the store he had the slightest interest in. He could see the light reflected on the shirt he had to wear. Each one was an annoyance to him. This was mind-numbingly boring. Dave liked the boredom of encasement or being left in a cage much better. But this was service to his Master as well. Vastly more annoying. Needles to the soles of the feet. That was better. Ball crushers. Better. Dave let his mind go into all the things that were better than this. Dave did not miss that Ethan faked some problem that required the clerk to join him in the changing room. That might turn into a problem. Dave was torn. If he didn't approach, he could plead ignorance of any transgressions Ethan would make. Let Callum handle his own himbo. And it was not his place to correct the actions of another submissive in this situation. However, Xavier would not like that Dave saw this and was not able to make an accurate report. He could not stop it, but he would not be able to say he was not sure what happened. That would be letting his Master's friend down. With heavy steps, Dave walked past the door the men were behind. Years of experience told Dave all he needed to know. Those sounds meant only one thing, a blow job was happening. Both dicks were most assuredly out, but which one was getting serviced was anyone's guess. At least Dave would not have to deal with this right now. Dave tried to occupy himself by looking at the goods he had zero interest in until the two finally emerged from the changing room. Their carnality assaged, and the final adjustments to the clothes they were actually wearing made, Ethan, the clerk, and a significant portion of the store's stock gathered at the till. The clerk eyed Dave as he approached to gather the bags. Seeing this, Ethan giggled. "He's like my butler today. Driving me around and everything. Isn't he handsome? Oh, these are for his, put them in a different bag. See, I'm so organized. You should be proud of me." Ethan looked for praise for his forward thinking. "That is so clever." The clerk responded. Dave stayed silent. "Oh, I know. I'm just the bomb. I can't wait until I can put all these on for Daddy. He'll want to take every single one off of me, if you know what I mean." "I don't doubt it." The clerk said. Dave waited while they chattered at each other while ringing everything up. Once Callum's credit card had gone through, Dave loaded himself with all the bags and carried them to the car. Dave did not miss that the clerk handed Ethan a slip of paper, doubtless with a phone number on it. "Oh, all those wonderful new things. I know Daddy will want to show me off all over the place." Ethan was going off again. Dave diverted it by asking "Where to, Sir?" Dave wanted to take the himbo home, so he could crawl out of these hideous clothes. "I so need a smoothie. Do you like smoothies? Let's find smoothies. Do you see a place for smoothies?" "Yes, Sir." Dave replied, but was not sure Ethan heard him, as Ethan did not stop going on. Dave headed to a local smoothie stand. Ethan talked the entire time, Dave didn't hear anything he needed to respond to. "This is so good. I really needed the refreshment." Ethan sat across from Dave in the smoothie stand, outside and the wind whipped Ethan's hair around. "Shopping takes so much. A bit of energy it fucking what I need. This is so good. Pineapple. I should get one for Daddy, you know pineapple makes cum sweet. Daddy has great tasting cum. This will make it even tastier. I'll suck him so hard. Daddy will love it. What kind did you get?" "Strawberry banana, Sir." Dave answered, stirring it a little. He truly liked this flavor of smoothie. So far, this was the only decent thing he had done with Ethan. Dave concentrated on his drink. He did not want to know if anyone was looking at the flashy clothes he had been forced into. "I wonder if that makes your cum sweet? Do you think it does? We could find out. Want to find out if it changes how your cum tastes?" Dave looked up when Ethan asked, and actually waited for an answer. Dave ran over the question in his mind to be sure he heard what he thought he did. "I don't think that's a good idea. Your Daddy would not want you sucking me off." "What Daddy doesn't know won't hurt him." Ethan cajoled, puckering his lips and expanding his chest. He was a very good looking himbo. "My Master would have to give permission. You will have to ask him." Dave's tone did not offer any argument. "Shit. I bet you have a nice dick. I love sucking dick. Daddy has a big one, with a curve. I have to work, but it's worth it. And he takes good care of me. Look at this. He gave me a credit card and said I could buy anything I wanted. So he must think I can suck really, really fucking good. And that he likes to be in my bussy. He gets so hard when he fucks my bussy. I know he likes it. Do you talk to him? Does he like fucking me? I think he must. He does it so much. And he's good at it too. He's really good at fucking me. He's really fucking good at fucking. That's funny isn't it? Fucking good at fucking. He's fucking great at fucking." Dave tuned him out again. If he paid attention, he'd go mad. Ethan didn't seem to notice, he talked on and on. Dave didn't know how Callum stood it. Maybe he fitted Ethan with a gag. He'd try to talk through a spider gag. That could be the reason Callum got his dick sucked so much, to have something in Ethan's mouth so he couldn't talk. The thought almost made Dave laugh. It would be pure torment to Ethan to have to be quiet. Dave started picturing ways to keep Ethan's mouth occupied. Kneeling with a mouth gag supported a tray would be great, as he'd not be able to move either. Gimps kept quiet too. Inflatable gag. Maybe one up his `bussy' for good measure. The next couple of stops didn't dampen Ethan's constant talking. A game store so he could pick up some new video games. Three different shoe stores. Ethan was looking for specific shoes, but not finding exactly what he wanted did not stop him from dropping a several hundred for ones that he liked. Dave was so relieved to finally be taking Ethan back to Callum's house. Ethan kept up his running commentary. "I will have to show Daddy how much I grateful I am for getting to go out like this. Oh, I will put out for him. He can core out my bussy. I will spread my legs so wide for him. He can fuck me all night. Wouldn't that be the best? Have you ever been fucked all night? I was in a gangbang, had about 5 guys rail me. I'll take Daddy over and over. And he knows I'll take it for him. I will show him how he can fuck me any time he wants." Dave pulled up to the house, Ethan hopped out, and Dave went to the trunk to sort the bags. The door opened and Callum came out. Dave cringed that a Dom friend of his Master saw him dressed up by Ethan. It would certainly be discussed and Dave ridiculed for it later. "Daddy!" Ethan ran up to Callum, hugging him. "I had so much fun. Thank you Daddy, I am so going to show you how much I appreciate you. I'm going to suck the cum out of you over and over and over again. And you got me a butler. That was so hot. He treated me so good. It was like I was his boss. He calls me sir and everything. And he carried everything. And he's hot. Don't you think he's hot Daddy? Not as hot as you, you're Daddy. See, I got him an outfit just like you said to Daddy." Callum kissed Ethan, which had the predictable effect of stopping him talking. Callum waved Dave to put the bags in the house. Coming out, Dave saw Callum insert two fingers into Ethan's mouth. Dave gave a slight smile at that. Callum's fingers pulled Ethan down, and forward to his crotch once Ethan was kneeling. Callum's intent was clear, and Ethan did not miss that intent. He started to open Callum's pants and took the hardening dick directly into his mouth. Ethan was enthusiastic, and was taking Callum's impressive cock to the base. Dave had to make a number of trips to unload. Dave knew he would be out of these bright clothes soon. Ethan was completely focused on his Daddy, lifting up to go deeper, moving is body back and forth. Ethan would flick his tongue around Callum's dick, down to suck the balls. Ethan was very active in pleasuring his Daddy, his body moved, wiggled actually, as he got heavy into it. All the energy he had been putting into talking was coming out as vigorous sucking. Not a simple blow job, but a fully involved and completely enthralling. Having put all the bags in the foyer, Dave was ready to leave Callum and Ethan, but Callum waved at him to stay and watch. Dave was not sure he wanted to, but he had to obey. Callum was a friend of his Master, so such commands were to be complied with and never ignored. Dave would not have chosen to stay, but he did know that Callum liked to be watched. It was a reason he had one himbo after another. Ethan was the most recent. The revolving boy, as well as their common traits of attractiveness and undiscriminating sexual appetite. Dave knew Ethan would be replaced. If asked, what he would have to tell would speed that, well, that was out of his hands. Ethan should get what he could out of Callum while he had the time. Remembering how the sounds were in the clothing store, Ethan was either on the receiving end, or did not feel he needed to be as involved. Ethan was burning off calories at an impressive rate with his extremely vigorous fellatio. Pushing so hard into Callum's pelvis that Callum was even pushed back a partial step. Dave could tell Callum was enjoying the effort his boy was making as plainly evidenced not only by his flushed face, but the turgidness of his cock. Callum's knees even nearly gave in a few times. It truly was something to watch. A cocksucker can just suck a cock, or a cocksucker can get completely into the cock in his mouth. Ethan had let all the world go away, and his Daddy's dick was all he could fantom. The sucking boy was making very loud noises. Wet smacking as he shoved the dick down his throat, fucking himself on the pole. The reverberations through the boy's body added to the squirming, sending waves that Dave saw. Every joint was moving, each muscles attuned to the big cock and bringing it to orgasm. And cum Cullum did, grabbing Ethan's head and holding it place. Ethan's hands rose up and grabbed Cullum's ass, and pulled even closer. Dave knew from personal experience Cullum had big loads, so Ethan was having to swallow a lot for the chance of air. Cullum stepped back, releasing his boy. Ethan put his arms behind him, holding himself up by straight arms locked. Dave saw Cullum's dick throb, a last drop of cum forming on the tip. Cullum grinned at Dave. "As you saw, he's half decent at blowing his Daddy." "Yes, Sir." Dave replied. "Daddy! That was the best blow job you ever got, you know it was Daddy!" Ethan protested, going forward and licking the drop of cum from Cullum's cock. Then he nuzzled the dick he had pleasured. Ethan hugged Cullum's legs, and looked up. "You like that Daddy, didn't you?" "Yes, boy, I did. Seems to have cost me a pretty penny didn't it?" Cullum mussed Ethan's hair. "I didn't spend any pennies Daddy." Ethan looked genuinely confused. Dave rolled his eyes. "I am sure you didn't. Ready to give me a show of everything you got?" "Oh, yes Daddy, you'll love it. And I know you will want to fuck me good when you see me in them." "We'll see boy, we'll see." Cullum laughed at the idea he may not fuck Ethan. "You are dismissed, boy." Cullum gave a curt nod to Dave, allowing Dave to finally make his exit. Cullum did not put his dick back as he helped Ethan raise, and guide him inside. Dave was very glad to have Ethan behind him as he headed home. Dave was tempted to stop somewhere and change into his own clothes. He almost pulled over a few times to do just that. He didn't, deciding there was a good chance he could manage at home. Looking down at a stoplight, he was horrified at how he was dressed. This might be something a himbo like Ethan would put on, but it was not comfortable for him at all. Xavier had once put Dave in untreated wool, which was very itchy. He would rather be back in that. Dave had to get back into Leather. Not even the jeans in the bag besides him would do. Dave was unbuttoning the shirt as the garage door rose. He was able to remove it and toss it into the bin as he exited the car. Dave tiptoed towards his room, hoping to avoid his Master as well as Aaron. He managed to make it up to the first floor when Aaron appeared in the hall carrying cleaning items. Aaron raised a single eyebrow, Dave returned an exasperated look. Aaron gave a small shake of his head. He knew what it was to be used for another's amusement. Dave headed to his room, removing the pants as he did. Good thing he had ditched the shirt. Dave was sure Aaron would check the bin having seen Dave shirtless like this. In his room, Dave opened the Leather closet, pulling some of his oldest pants and shirt out.. This is how men dressed, what men fucked in. Not that flashy shit Ethan would wear. That was what men wore when they fucked. The shirt was not fabric either, every movement was different. Proper fit for Leather shirts meant they gripped every movement was different. It was something all Leatherman knew. Pants were tight as well, clinging to the thighs, the ass. Cock and ass was pushed so any Leatherman could see it. The black leather belt slide in the loops. There is a heaviness of leather pants, feels different from jeans or anything else. The boots went on. Dave felt taller in the boots. The soles were part of that, but being in leather made him feel right. Tight gloves. Leather garrison cap. Every inch in leather. Dave went into the closet and looked at the set of black leather jackets. There was no doubt the one he would choose. The first one he ever got. It was beat up, not from lack of care, but use. He'd been fucked up against brick walls and trees in it. He liked to think he knew exactly the thrusts into him that put some of the scratches in. The leather creaked, popped as he moved. The sound was real, filling his ears with better sweetness than any music. Pounds of weight on his shoulders with the leather of the jacket. It was a form of armor. The constriction of the construction gave a feeling of power. Strength to be the submissive he was. The leather pressed more in the front of the shoulders. Everything was better, the time with Ethan was going behind a fog, the feel of the clothes he had forced on him fading. The smell of leather was reaching him now, another sense subsumed. Each sense let him slip further into the comfort of himself. Leather and self did not have a dividing line for Dave. He ran his hands over the leather, feeling the stiffness that kept it from bending like cotton. Softness of the treatments he applied. Each hand was on the opposite forearms, feeling the wrinkles as they folded deeper to the crook of the elbows. Dave had worn and felt Leather in cities across the world. It was the best feeling in the world. Not just tacitly, the way Leathermen treated each other, recognized each other. A communion those outside could not understand. Dave was enslaved to a Leatherman, could not be enslaved to anyone else. He did what he did because that is how Leatherman slaves obeyed. No matter how hard. It always came back to Leather. To the way it changed how you moved. Not just when you were wearing it, but every instant of every day. In Leather you wore your inside on the outside. Damn, Dave wanted to be laid out in front of his Master licking boots. His tongue ached for the taste. He looked out the window, the trees still, unlike this morning. All the movement was in his leather, accompanied by the creaking that grabbed him when he first heard it in this jacket. Dave could never decide if it was the sound or the feel that virtually imprisoned him by his own desire. Dave stood stock still. letting the aura of the Leather soak into him. Slight movements gave cracking of the leather. Comforting crackling, the sound of a real Leatherman. Dave moved his hands palms up in front of him, opening and closing his fists. "You always look best in leather." The voice came from behind Dave, instantly recognizable, instantly commanding his attention. Xavier. Dave intook a breath, turned and approached his Master, who was standing at the door. A few steps from Xavier, Dave got down on his knees, then further to the floor, reaching out his tongue to lick Xavier's perfectly polished Wesco boots. Dave didn't asked, didn't have an order. He needed it so much. Xavier understood and let his slave do what the slave needed at this time. Service is not always by command, not always is the Dom the primary reason. Sometimes, the slave has a need to make a show of submission to solidify that submission. Taste, the final sense, the one sense Dave had that was not before entranced by Leather. Now it was taken, the taste of leather caused Dave's dick to erect with a stone hardness. It was enough for Dave to have to roll a bit, so not to crush his cock. Long swipes of Dave's tongue over his Master's boots. So masculine, the boots always tasted of manhood. Dave took care of these boots, he recognized them from the hours he spent polishing them with his hands as well as his tongue. These were Wesco's, good boots. Strong like the man who wore them. Dave had been made to lick cheap boots before. This was better, good boots are the best to lick. The taste of leather was more than his tastebuds, it went deeper. This was the man he had pledged himself to. And more, Dave needed it, needed to be this close to a man, and to show subservience to that man. Dave took a long lick, hard so Xavier could feel through the thick leather. Dave knew he could, he could tell the shape of the foot. Even though they were alone, Dave was humiliated by his actions, by the need for those actions. He wrapped an arm around the heel, drew the boot closer. His need drove him, a need that was growing in him, not being satiated. A real man, not a flashy himbo bending over so some rich Daddy could fuck him. No, Xavier was a total man, commanding. Taking command of Dave, of others. Dave knew he needed to do this, to show his Master devotion. As much as he was shamed by doing this, the expression is what he required after having to serve the vapidous man earlier today. Men come in different forms, some Dave knew were worth serving, others were not. Dave could only stomach one like Ethan because it was a command from a worthy man like Xavier. Willingness to serve that much was a reason Dave was laying on the floor giving long licks up the side of Xavier's boot. He had to show devotion. This was worth it. Xavier stood over him, legs wide. A solid stance, radiating power. Dave wanted to serve that power, extend it. Xavier knew this, knew what his boy had been through today, knew why Dave had covered himself in Leather, why Dave got on the floor to lick his boots. It was the reaction, the overwhelming desire for all that was right in submission for Dave. This is all that was right in submission for Dave, Leather and display. This display was private, but had been done in public countless times. Xavier's boots shone, even more than when he put them on. Fresh salvia was the best polish. He reached down, and rubbed his slave's hair. Longer than usual, causing Xavier to smile. A given twist of the fingers and Dave looked up. Each pair of eyes looked into the other. Need and command showed in the way they looked. "Do you know why you did this for me today?" Xavier asked. "Yeah, I know why." Dave answered, his voice low and convinced. Xavier smiled. The next morning Dave woke in his own bed. He was still in Leather. His boots were beside him on the floor, but he still has his jacket on. The scent of Leather was more pleasing than coffee. Sleeping in the creaking comfort of Leather rejuvenated Alex. There was a special reflection of the morning sun on black leather. Best thing for the eyes. Dave sat up in bed, liking the creaking this early, his jacket making movement awkward. Sleeping in a leather jacket was usually when you were going hard all night. This time was a choice, a very deliberate choice. Alex knew he would have to get moving, get showered, but he didn't want to. He could hear Aaron was already in the kitchen. In the shower, Dave looked at the amount of shampoo in his hand before applying it. Master had kept him from getting anything more than a shaping trim for months. He applied it and finished his shower. In the kitchen, Dave had the oatmeal Aaron made for him, as Aaron made a more elaborate breakfast for Xavier. Simple oatmeal, no additions, no milk. Just the way Dave liked it. This was not an order from his Master, it was how Dave liked it. Aaron was in a speedo with an apron over. Dave was watching his ass. Aaron had a nice ass, and Dave enjoyed the view. Aaron turned, looked like he was going to say something. Dave stiffened slightly, hoping Aaron didn't notice. Dave knew Aaron was heavily considering asking about yesterday. Discretion won, and Aaron refrained. "Up to take Master his breakfast, and do my morning suck job." "It's a good dick, you'll enjoy it." Dave replied, smiling. "Oh sweetie, you know it." Aaron faked a high, lifting the tray and heading off. Alex finished his oatmeal. He had Leather to work on. After dinner Xavier ordered Dave into a short-sleeve leather shirt and leather pants in advance of guests. Dave looked at himself in the full length mirror, everything was form fitting to his muscular frame. The shirt Xavier had selected had gray piping, the old hanky code marked Dave as a slave, which was accurate. Piping was not something Dave cared for, but Xavier had purchased this, and ordered it for tonight, so Dave wore it. Dave was proud of the lines the leather made on his body. He worked hard on his body so he looked so good in leather, which made his Master the envy of others. Dave was downstairs when the doorbell rang, and he opened it to see Chris, one of the local Leathermen. "Good evening Sir, if you will follow me." Dave ushered Chris to what was referred to as the Leather Lounge. In this room, not only was the furniture embossed with leather, but the shelves and walls had leather accents. Xavier rose to greet his guest, putting down the cigar and whisky he had been enjoying. Dave noticed the Oriential carpet that was usually there was gone, leaving the hardwood. Dave prepared a cigar and whisky for Chris, while inhaling the deep leather of the room. Xavier did not use this room all the time, it was going to be a more intimate affair. "Two more gentlemen will be joining us. When they both arrive, you will remain with us." "Yes, Master." Dave exited quietly, allowing the men to continue their causal discussion. Lance, the next man arrived, wearing a white leather shirt. Dave took him to join Xavier and Chris, prepping another cigar and whisky, seamlessly delivering and exiting without the men being disturbed. Zack was the last to arrive, a leather bag slung over his shoulder, which he removed and handed to Dave to carry to the Leather Lounge. Once Zack had been served his cigar and whisky, Dave stood still in a corner at attendance, relaxed but watching each of the men in case anything was needed. "Callum's new boy is a slut for sure, but he does have a mouth on him." Lance said, swirling his whisky. Dave perked his ears as he had had to drive Ethan around and found it very uncomfortable. "There is only one way to shut that whore up, and that's sticking something in his mouth. A dick works fine, or a gag in a pinch. I have no idea how Callum keeps him around. I mean he's a great fuck, but shit he does not ever stop talking." Dave smiled to himself, Lance did not seem much more impressed with Ethan than Dave had been. Xavier looked over at Dave, meaning in his eyes. "Tell me the fuck about it." Zack chimed in. "I had him over, he has a great ass, I mean he can really take a fuck, I tore into him like he was a new prisoner on the block and he was begging for more. And he moves his ass like it's going out of style. But his mouth does not stop. I fucked him until he shot, then I filled him up. He would not stop talking. Not for a fucking instant. How big my dick was, how good his hole felt with me pounding him. Damn. I stuck my foot in his mouth just for some peace." The men chortled. Zane added "Callum does like them dumb and horny." "All dumb, all horny that one." Lance tipped his glass. "Callum must be in hog heaven." "If he can do anything but plug that chatterbox." Zane said. "A butt plug would do it - incorrectly inserted." Lance joked. "He gets his ass, that's all he cares for." Zane puffed a cigar. "He pays for that ass. More than I would spend, that's for sure. I doubt your boys run up bills like Callum's do." Chris indicated Xavier. "They don't, not even Dave's leather runs up the bills." Xavier ran his hand over the leather of his own pants. "Speaking of Dave...." Zack nudged the bag with his foot. "Yes, the reason we are here. Boy, kneel there." Xavier indicated a spot before him in the center of the room. Dave obeyed instantly, kneeling tall. "Look at me, don't take your eyes off of me." "Yes, Master." Dave kept his eyes on his Master, nothing moved for a moment, then one of the men got up. "Keep your eyes on me." Xavier growled, his eyes drilling into Dave's skull. "Yes, Master." Dave clenched his fists in concentration. One of the men was directly behind him. Dave fought to keep from letting his eyes wonder even a bit. It was hard, looking around is normal, and he was responsible for keeping the men satisfied. Everything in him was screaming to look around but the overriding command of his owner. Hands began to feel over his head, through his hair. "Long hair, longer than it's been since you were a kid, I'll bet. Feels weird for you doesn't it?" Xavier spoke in firm tones. Dave croaked, unsure if he was to answer. "Answer me boy." "Very weird Master." Dave replied, letting Xavier lead. The hands came out of Dave's hair. Sounds, someone riffling the bag. Zack, it must be Zack. Something was happening. Dave stared at his Master, who returned with even more intensity. Dave felt stripped, exposed. He could not move. There was a click, followed instantly by a buzzing. One hand in Dave's hair now, then a cold vibration on the back of his neck. The hairs seems to pull and fall away. He was being shaved, the machine causing his locks to fall off. Well, they were not too long, but for Dave they were locks of hair. A swath up the back, not the center, on the side. Dave knew this looked stupid, and the men could see it. The shaver came up to the top of the head before it was removed. The air hit the strip of his exposed head. Dave felt himself going red, he had to look stupid. The buzzing continued, but just the sound, no motion, leaving him in suspense. A finger ran up the center of the shaved strip. Dave gave a shiver and steeled himself to keep looking directly into Xavier's eyes. The corners of Xavier's lips turned up, he was pleased, knowing what the struggle was for the leatherboy. Dave felt the finger moving the short hair left in place. It was a reminder, and instant reminder of the one stroke that had been done. The hand returned to the hair, and the electric razer removed more, Dave could tell there was an untouched strip between. Longer hair. Dave's eyes widened as they stayed locked on his Master. Was he getting a Mohawk? More of the electric trimmer took off more hair, and Dave knew it was falling down his back. He couldn't feel it through the leather of his shirt, but he knew it was happening. Zach was continuing clip off the hair. Dave wanted it back to what he was used to, but this was so much harder than he could have expected. Dave felt Zack removing his hair up to half way, he was removing only the hair on the back of his head. Odd, but only for as long as it took him to get to the front. Dave didn't know how you one was supposed to go from the longer hair he was at to the shorter he wanted, that he was getting it now. It was humiliating in a weird way to be shaved like this. His head, not his pubes, on display for the men. The air was hitting his skull, something he had not felt like this in so long. That was better. Now Zach's hand was brushing along, for any stray hairs that needed to be taken care of. Short bursts to get the job done. Dave was glad to have his hair back to where it felt right. The relief battled with his humiliation and focus on his Master. Xavier rose, coming toward Dave, the two steps bringing leather-covered crotch directly in front of Dave. Dave looked up, trying to keep his eyes on his Master's eyes, it was a strain. It was impossible when Xavier pressed closer to direct contact. The leather and dick had a scent that entered Dave's brain, more input, so much. So very much. The leather was familiar, right. The scent of Xavier's balls was comforting. All Dave could see now was the black leather, he couldn't focus his eyes. Everything else almost slipped away, it was the right place, so close to the right place. Dave could not tell if there was any noise, he was not paying attention if anyone was speaking, if the clipper was even running anymore. Simply be there for the moment. Xavier pulled back, undid his belt, and pulled apart the button fly of his leather pants. Reaching in, he pulled out his dick, hard and growing. Dave opened his mouth, an automatic reaction. Xavier trained that into him, and took advantage. It was a natural thing, Xavier's cock in Dave's mouth. It fitted, Dave sucked, pleasuring and making it grow even bigger. Xavier ran his hands over Dave's head, the fingers so much closer, not being barricaded by longer hair. There was a movement of the fingers, going into what was left of the longer locks, gripping. Dave's head was pulled back, before being quickly forced back on. Xavier was using the longer hair left to force Dave's head to fuck itself on Xavier's dick. The control Xavier exerted on this excited Dave, being made to service a cock he would service freely on command. Xavier controlled the rate, the speed. Dave worked to provide what pleasure he could, being rammed back and forth made it hard, increased the chances of teeth scraping, which could not be allowed. It was the hair, the longer hair allowed Xavier to do this to Dave, and Dave was excited by it. More control by his Master. The hardness of Xavier's cock showed it was not just Dave enjoying this, the precum was leaking onto Dave's tongue. A lot, Xavier was slamming Dave's head, Dave's nose crushing into Xavier's pubes. Dave was trying to match the movements Xavier was dictating, but it was impossible, when he finally thought he had it, Xavier pulled forward and left his cock buried down Dave's throat. Well practiced Dave automatically sucked in breath at the last moment so he could hold his breath as long as possible. Xavier came down Dave's throat, keeping Dave in place for a moment before pulling him off. Dave looked up at Xavier, to see his Master breathing hard and looking down in great satisfaction. Dave felt the world returning to him, glanced to see the men around him had enjoyed the show. That is what he was for, the entrainment of men. "You did the work, you're next Zach." Xavier pushed Dave's shoulder around. Zach already had his dick out and shoved it into Dave's mouth. Dave moved around to be in a better position to service Zach, hearing Xavier sit back down. Zach grabbed the long hair still on Dave's head and repeated Xavier's trick of using it to force his rhythm on Dave. Shaving must have been a kink of Zach Dave didn't know about before, since he was engorged and going at it. Dave did his best to keep up, his hair the handle the man used. Dave was sure he looked stupid, head half shaved, tossed around like a ragdoll. Zack's dick was as big as Xavier's but it was still a challenge to do his best. Zach's finishing pushed him over to Chris, and Dave swamped dicks in his mouth. He was used to being passed on, so this was nothing unusual. Even face fucking one after another was somthing he had done before. Lance finished up on this, the man had something of a surfer look, his thin hands grabbing the hair handle used by the other men. Dave's mouth and throat was fucked again, his use not over, Dave took it, knowing he had to service his Master's fiends. Lance's dick had a curve in it, and Dave had sucked him before, his nose hitting the sparse pubes that crowned it. Lance provided no respite to the brutal face fucking Dave was enduring, and the curved dick forced it way down his throat assisted by the hair-based control. Dave did what he needed to do, what he was expected to do. He took the cocks. Lance came as well, the fourth coming down Dave's throat in a short space of time. Lance shoved him back, Dave bracing himself on his hands. He was left displayed before them all. Dave looked up at his Master, seeing a smile there. He had pleased Xavier, he had served well. Dave reached up to feel the back of his head, drawing his hand over the short hairs there, the length he wanted. Coming over the top, to where the hair was longer in front. Xavier's smile got bigger. Dave was puzzled at that for a moment, Zach was not behind him. Dave's eyes widened in realization. Xavier chucked as he knew his slave realized there would not be more shaving, that Dave would be left this way, Dave's mouth moved, no sound coming out. "Because this is what I want." Xavier said, brooking no discussion. Not that Dave would argue regardless. Dave put up this other hand, running both of them over his head, feeling how odd it felt, realizing how he would look. Pleading came to his eyes, Xavier smiling more, and Dave knew he would be humiliated as he ran errands. Dave was humiliated now, the hairstyle was stupid, everyone would look at him, there was no way to hide it. Everyone would see, everyone would know, Dave would have to bear it. "I could use more whisky." One of the men said, Xavier lifted an eyebrow. "At once Sir." Dave got up, a quick glance told him it was Chris who spoke, the intensity of Dave's shock prevented him from recognizing the voice. Dave fetched the decanter, filling the glass and topped off the others, as all the men could use more. "That is fucking going to get a lot of looks. I mean it looks so damn stupid." Chris laughed as Xavier signaled Dave to kneel in the middle of the floor. That laughter triggered the other men to laugh as well. Dave turned red, he was on display, would be on display everywhere he went. "Zack did all that work boy, don't you think you should thank him and polish his boots?" Xavier swirled his whisky. "Yes, Master." Dave turned to Zack. "Thank you Sir." With the words, Dave crawled to Zack's feet and kissed each boot. Knowing his duty, Dave licked over the top. It was the best way to get the initial taste. To get the feel of the boot, to know how the rest would be. Dave grabbed the heel, that grip helping him subsum to the boot. Again, Dave narrowed his world, letting the men talk. He concentrated on the Wesco boot he was licking. Zack didn't have his own live in boy, but a handful who visited. The last licker wasn't very good. Dave could teach him a few things. Zack's boots were already better, as Dave worked inside the crevices. Zack would be prouder to be seen in these boots now. Seen. Dave was reminded of how he looked, how he would look. The men seeing him, everyone who would see him. He would be in public like this, he would be laughed at. Teens would be cruel. He would have to take it. Later, when the men had gone, and Dave was showering, he felt the oddity of his hair. The long parts in front, how it was shorter in back. He stayed so long in the shower, feeling. It was going to be tough. But he would do it. He had to do it. He had to live with it. In bed, his head felt better on the pillow. It was a comfort. Dave realized that was part of Xavier's plan. Not simply the humiliation, but the returned familiarity in sleep. 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