Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2022 16:38:54 +0100 From: Sam Will Subject: Part 6: Locked by Ryan Those of you aware of my past from my story "Becoming Jeff's Leather Slut" will know that I've always been an impressionable guy when it comes to sex. In the hands of a skilled master I can be led off down a path that has few, if any exit points. This meeting in the City with Ryan was to my mind a moment where he'd release me from my weeks of torment. Where I'd be unlocked and allowed to go about my life again, dick out. Ryan had travelled with rather different intentions. He absolutely wanted to use a face to face opportunity to debase me. He knew my history, had seen pictures and knew how he could get me to act on a video call. For him the opportunity to have fun with me was far to great. He walked back to the bar, the young barman grinning and walking away. "So do I get released today then?" Was my rather expectant question. He stroked his mid length, white, goaty beard. "Well I would, it's just" the pause came "it's just I didn't bring the keys, I suspect you're having way to much fun being the skanky looser you were born to be". Dear Story, I'm not a violent man, but in that moment I could have throttled him. "What's up Sam, you've gone a bit red there". He took a long sip of wine. "See, I messaged Jeff, asked him, he reckoned you'd be loving being owned like this!". Yeah, that's right. `Jeff'. He was still part of my life. He may now be nearing 80 and and may not have been a serious part of my life since I was 23 but even here, in my late 30's his influence was there. He'd chatted with Ryan, confirmed my filthy stories, and the fuckers had become friends. I'd even spent many a Christmas with Jeff. Reliving the old days of my youth. "So this is you two, cooking up this, owning me". I drank the first half of my second beer. "Oh you bet it is and do you know what Sammy Boy? I'm going to use you, toss you aside, discard your dumb vapid brain and keep you locked so you go even more in-fucking-sane". In that moment I never wanted him more! He fucking got me, understood me. "So, I'm smelling pretty ripe down there dad". His smile was wicked "oh I bet it is. You know something? Your face will wreak of me in a bit too".