By lthr_jock

Davis let himself into his house and put the tote bag from the gym on his hallway floor. He saw some letters on the floor including a notification that an attempt had been made to deliver a parcel earlier. He raised an eyebrow – he hadn’t remembered ordering anything. Davis padded upstairs to his bedroom and stripped off his soiled uniform and then took a long slow shower. As he towelled dry, he looked at himself in the mirror. He grinned – the gym was really paying off. He had been doing well for years, but recently he was packing muscle on. He was sporting a fine 6-pack, though it was partially hidden behind his thick pelt of hair.

Davis headed back into his bedroom and looked at the clock. Damn – he had to get moving or he would be late for his appointment. He walked naked downstairs and collected the totebag and returned to his bedroom, emptying the bag and neatly laying the items out on the bed. He looked at it, his cock starting to harden and then began dressing.

First on was the leather police shirt – white leather that stretched across his muscles. On the shoulders were black sergeants stripes and the left pec was embossed with a police badge. As he dressed, he could see in the full length mirror that something was written across his broad back. He twisted until he could see the word “PIG” in bold black letters across his broad back. The sight aroused him even more. He snugged a black leather tie around his neck to make the shirt look just right.

Next the trousers – white leather with a double line of piping down the outside of each leg. The leather was skintight and he had trouble working it up over his muscled thighs. As he pulled it up to his waist, he had to tuck his cock into the left leg of his trousers, where it made an obvious bulge. He secured the trousers with the thick leather belt and then slipped the black Sam Browne over his shoulder to snug it in place.

He drew on thin cotton socks and then boots – highly glossed black Wesco boots that covered his calves and were tightened with laces on the instep and 2 straps at the top. He ran his hand over his cock as he looked at the way the shiny black leather encased his feet.

He slipped a duty belt around his waist, and tightened it as much as possible. Although the handcuff pouch was traditional, the rest of the items hanging from the belt were not: ankle shackles, a thick leather collar and leash, a ball gag and a blindfold. He then picked up a leather police cap and pulled it down onto his head and finished off with a pair of reflective sunglasses. He then took a leather police jacket and slipped it over the shirt. The ensemble was completed with a pair of tight leather gloves.

Davis took a moment to look at himself in the mirror – a completely leathered cop looked back at him. His cock was rock-hard and clearly visible under the leather of his pants. As he stood there, he heard the doorbell – his taxi was right on time. He grabbed his wallet and headed for the door.

As he opened the door, the taxi driver turned to look at him. The driver was a young, black male, about 6ft tall and wearing a wife-beater and faded jeans. He grinned and looked Davis up and down.

“Damn, dude, you look ready for a night out.”

Davis grinned back at the man and handed him the business card.

“Yes, I am. You know where this is?”

The driver nodded. “Hell, yes. Good choice, man. Maybe I’ll see you there some night.”

Davis smiled back as he walked to the car. “Maybe you will.”

As the driver drove across the city, Davis looked at the passing streets. He started to frown. Something was wrong. Something was not right. As the feeling increased, he shook his head. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t him. He reached up and removed the Muir cap from his head, and looked at the leather cap with disbelief. What the hell was this? Why was he wearing it? He looked down at himself, his solid muscle covered in thick leather and shook his head again. What the hell was going on? He leant forward to talk to the driver and as he did so, his tumescent cock rubbed against the leather. A burst of pleasure overwhelmed him and he fell back. His mind calmed and fogged up again, and he replaced the hat.

The taxi pulled into a side street in a seedy section of the city. Davis stepped outside and paid the taxi driver. The driver grinned at him and pointed down an alley

“Down there, third door on the right. Have fun.”

He started to pull away, then stopped. He handed a card out the window.

“Here’s my card. Call me if you need a taxi … or anything else.”

Davis took the card and tucked it into his wallet and then turned and walked into the alley. The third door down was a steel door with a small sliding window. He knocked on the door and after a few seconds it slid open.

“What do you want?”

“I’m here to see Dejan.”

The man behind the door paused and the slid the window shut. Davis heard the sound of locks being undone and the door swung open to reveal a short corridor, painted in black and dimly illuminated. The man was taller than Davis – 6-foot-4 – and hugely muscled. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt and leather jeans. The shirt only served to accentuate his muscles. He slammed the door behind Davis.

“I’m Dejan. You must be the Sergeant.”

Davis nodded. Dejan walked around Davis, openly appraising him. He ran his hands over Davis’ arse, noting the arse-zip that Davis had failed to note as he dressed. He touched the items hanging from the duty belt. He unzipped Davis’ jacket and ran his hands over the cops stomach and chest and grunted his approval.

“Good. Fletcher was right. You’ll do well.”

He took a step back, and his attitude became more commanding.

“Right, this is a members club with strict rules. You obey rules, don’t you?”

Davis stood to attention and snapped off a salute. “Yes, SIR.”

Dejan grinned. “Good, boi. Now, take off your jacket and hand it over.” As Davis did so, Dejan put the jacket in the coat check. “Better. Right, all newcomers have to be dressed properly.” He grabbed the ankle shackles from Davis’ belt and snapped them around Davis’ ankles. He then took padlocks and secured them in place.

He stood in front of Davis and pushed him back against the wall, one hand against his chest, the other fondling Davis’ cock. “You like this, boi?”

Davis nodded “Yes, Sir”

“Good.” Dejan grabbed the collar from Davis’ belt and wrapped it around the sergeant’s neck. He secured it with another padlock and then clipped a chain leash to the front of it.

“Time to join the members, boi.”

He jerked on the chain and led Davis inside the club.

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