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Leather Journey – Part 2

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Life began to form a pattern based on Connor’s twice a month visits to SIR William to be cleaned and checked. He looked forward to being hooded and restrained as it meant that his cock would be released from the belt, while the belt was cleaned, SIR William would handle his cock and check it for pressure sores, shave the fuzz down again and after everything had dried, put his cock back in the tube and reassemble the belt. However, tonight was different, as SIR William had put him into a heavy padded isolation hood.

Once the hood was in place he breathed through the small grommet over his mouth which the heavy external straps kept closed which made Connor focus on breathing. Once he had been led to the bondage table and he had been strapped down, the belt was completely removed. However, SIR William this time began to slowly stroke his cock which quickly hardened and the sensation and feelings began to overwhelm Connor as it had been 3 months since the belt had been put on him by his SIR. SIR William continued to slowly stroke and Connor got rock hard and could feel the pre-cum oozing from his slit and then suddenly, he shuddered and the orgasm hit hard. His body arched and the load blew from his cock and poured out, the feelings overwhelmed him. He had never cum like this and it was so intense he almost passed out. Finally, calm enough to breath properly he slowly recovered. He felt his body being washed to remove the cum his cock had shot over his crotch and chest.

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Leather Journey – Part 1

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Connor looked out the window after breakfast and saw it was a beautiful fall day. A perfect day for a ride on the bike. Even though he had a date with Skype tonight to confirm his travel arrangements with his SIR, he could spend the day on the bike enjoying the day.

Heading upstairs, he stripped down and walked into the closet and picked up the compression suit he wore under his leathers, and put it on. After putting on socks he walked over to the rack and picked up his back protector and strapped it on, then walked over to where his riding leathers were hanging to decide which set he would wear. Putting aside the Alpinestar Race Replicas the Dainese Aero Evo and Bora, he picked up his favourite suit. Unzipping the 2 front zips, he took the dark blue and silver Dainese T-Age Titanium from the heavy suit hanger. Sitting down, he worked his legs into the suit and pulled it up over his hips. Squatting down he worked his arms into the sleeves of the suit and slowly pushed them into the sleeves while standing up slowly.

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Taken

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Steven left the bar frustrated by the lack of action. Despite the presence of some very hot men in full leather, they seemed more interested in talking rather than any action. One man had especially caught his eye as he was tall muscular and dressed in full BLUF gear. A heavy langlitz jacket, leather shirt and tie, quilted breeches and wesco boots. Topped with a Muir cap which set off the man’s bearded face and enhanced by the cigar. He had approached and attempted to strike up a conversation but was rebuffed and he gave up thinking that he was just another poser in leather. What he failed to realize in his frustration was that the leather man was very interested in Steven and had been quietly observing him before Steven left the bar obviously frustrated from the look on his face.

The leather man finished his beer and walked out of the bar and look around to see which direction Steven had headed in. Seeing him on the corner he pulled out his cell and placed a call and told the person he called that he was heading in his direction. He hung up and followed Steven, his heavy boots thudding on the pavement as he watched Steven in the distance.

Steven was heading for his car which he had parked several blocks from the bar. His polished combat boots and his chaps creaked as he walked and as always he enjoyed the sound of his tight leathers. His chaps were skin tight over his levis and showed off his ass and crotch. As he passed the mouth of an alleyway he heard a sound which attracted his attention. It sounded like someone was calling for help. Being a police officer he knew he should check it out. He entered the dark alley and called out for whoever was there.   Suddenly, he heard a sound of someone behind him and he was grabbed and a cloth put over his nose and mouth.

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Canine

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Eric woke up and realized that he needed to make some changes in his life. Since the sudden death of his parents in a traffic accident, and final settlement of their estates, he had been feeling unsettled and lost. The only thing that seemed to give him an anchor to his life his long distance relationship with his Sir. Even though they had never met in person, they had built a strong relationship with the almost daily Skype calls.

As the day wore on he grew more and more undecided and troubled. So, the day finally ended and he left the office and headed home. He started to look forward to the Skype call that was scheduled for tonight.

After dinner, he settled into his desk chair and logged into Skype to wait for his Sir to log in. After 20 minutes, the familiar tones of the incoming call came through and he quickly accepted the call and opened the video call. Filling the screen was his Sir, which just made him feel better and more relaxed.

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Hidden Storage

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Part 1 – Capture and Storage

Alex woke up and stretched. He got up and walked to the bathroom and had a piss. Time for breakfast and coffee before heading to work. He walked downstairs to the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast cooking. His slave had as usual was up, as the time lock on its cell released it to prepare for its owner’s breakfast. He walked into the kitchen, his cock, eight inches soft, swung as he walked in yawning. His coffee and breakfast was ready and on the table waiting for him. The slave was kneeling in the corner head down waiting for orders. Alex ate his breakfast and relaxed over his coffee and read the paper that he had instructed the slave to fetch from the front step. Time to head to work. He headed back up stairs to shower and dress leaving the slave to clean up the kitchen. On his way out, he told the slave that he would be late returning this evening. He was to clean the house, prepare a cold supper for his owner and wait for him to return. The slave nodded to acknowledge the instructions and Alex headed for the garage and left for work.

The slave spent the day cleaning and maintaining its owner’s home and belongings. Its owner’s boots, shoes, and leathers were cleaned, polished and treated. The house was cleaned and everything was soon as its owner preferred it to look. Along the way it ate what it was allowed and drank water from its bowl to keep itself hydrated. It looked at the time and prepared the cold supper of roasted chicken and salad and put it in the fridge ready for serving. it then took its place in the corner of the kitchen to wait for its owner’s return. Waiting patiently, it slowly slipped into a light sleep but was startled by a sudden sound which seemed to come from the back of the house. it quickly got to its feet and went to check the house. it walked into the rear sunroom of the house and standing there were three men in racing leathers, boots, gloves and helmets. They were armed. The slave stopped and put its arms up to surrender to show them it would behave.

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Homeland Security?

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Jonathon Wells stood looking out of the windows of his 58th floor office, contemplating the next few days that he finally decided to take off. As CEO of Wells Technology, the world leader in nano technology and Quantum Computing, he founded it right out of University and built into the multi-billion dollar tech giant which dominated these developing and strategic fields.

He needed some time off, so he decided to do so despite heavy pressure from his U.S.-based Director of Special Projects to participate in a series of conferences with the Department of Homeland Security about several new projects for the US division. His Special Projects Director had flown to Toronto to meet with him and try to get him to confirm his participation in the upcoming conferences.

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