Written by ty dehner

Flight

Looking up from my laptop, I noticed this burly man for the first time, wearing well-worn brown leather boots, his work jeans stacked on them. He was wearing a pair of black jeans that were slightly looser than skinny jeans. The man with a dark beard but no mustache was wearing a black Carhartt jacket over a denim shirt. In his right hand, he was carrying a black Ariat duffel bag as I watched him continue down the concourse with a backpack on his shoulder.

Yeah, I’m a pig that admires guys in the right type of clothing, boots, leather or whatever. I always check what a guy is wearing on his feet. That the wearer seems to be a cowboy or redneck can also make my cock twitch. As my mind wanders while checking these guys out, I wonder if they might be a top who likes to grab a dude and bind him until he is helpless. Or perhaps the guy in jeans, boots, and a black leather jacket might be more submissive. They might want to be taken, gagged, then locked in steel restraints and used for a few hours.

The airport is the perfect place to spot guys, as these days there are lots of dudes in construction and other manual labor roles who travel for work.

Today I’m heading to Palm Springs, out of Chicago, for a long weekend of warm weather, lying by the pool, and just relaxing. Sitting near the gate, my laptop in my lap, I’m checking my email before the flight starts boarding. Finding there is nothing urgent that needs my attention, I close my computer and put it back into my backpack. Because the flight will be just over 4 hours, I get up and take a walk through the terminal to stretch my legs.

I am wearing jeans and Nike trainers, with a shirt and a zip-up hoodie. I was ready for the sunny weather, which is very different from the weather here this Fall in the windy city. I froze my ass off getting out of the car, but it will be worth it once I deplane.

Hitting the washroom before heading back to the gate, I take care of business, then check out the Marine washing his hands at the sink. He is wearing his desert ACUs, probably returning to the base up at Twentynine Palms, outside of Palm Springs. He wears his high and tight well, smiling at me as he passes by, heading into the terminal.

As I exit the men’s room, I spot that same burly construction dude in the concourse. What the fuck is going on at this airport, filled with all these hot men in boots and uniforms!

Making my way through the terminal, I spot several guys that I would kneel and clean their dusty boots if they allowed me. But one guy stopped me in my tracks after seeing him. At first, he didn’t register with me, but after looking again, I paused and saw that, in fact, the handsome man approaching me was in full black leather. I moved to the side into a position that wouldn’t make him aware of my gaze.

He was confident in who he was, as the sound his black harness boots made on the terrazzo floor as he stepped. The leather pants were not shiny, but they were stacked neatly on top of his boots. He wore a silver oval belt buckle that stood out on the black leather pants and the leather shirt he had tucked in. A traditional-style black leather motorcycle jacket covered the shirt, with quilted elbows and shoulders. As he passed by me, and I got a closer look, I could tell the jacket was a Langlitz. I smiled as it told me that guy had some knowledge of quality leather. I found it interesting that he was wearing tight black leather gloves and that he held his leather travel bag in his right hand as he walked away.

Looking at the clock hanging from the ceiling, I saw that boarding time for my flight was nearly up. So, I took one last look at the leatherman and made my way back to the gate where my Palm Springs flight was going to depart. As I walked, I had many thoughts about that man—why he was wearing leather and where he might be headed. I was impressed by his confidence as he walked and by his courage in wearing full leather in an airport. I did realize that no one gave the man a second look, so perhaps my apprehension about wearing leather in public was more in my mind than reality.

Having purchased an extra legroom seat, I was one of the first people to board. Things went smoothly as I settled into to window seat, placing my backpack under the forward seat. As others boarded, I watched the ramp staff do their thing, prepping the Boeing 737-800 for takeoff.

Not paying attention to the boarding process, I sensed a slight smell of leather as I was looking out the window. The distinctive smell grew quickly, so I turned from the window to see the man in leather I had spotted in the terminal earlier sitting in the aisle seat in the same row I was in. He placed his bag in the unoccupied center seat. My heart started beating faster, and my breath increased as I felt my cock growing in my jeans. The gears in my mind were turning as I wanted to know this man and his story, but also respect his privacy. I returned my gaze to what was happening outside, thankful that there was a seat between us.

The prep and takeoff went normally as we climbed into the blue sky on our way out west. After we reached cruising altitude, I realized I didn’t have much to look at out the window. I turned my attention toward the leathered man, who was engrossed in his iPad with headphones. I looked down at his boots, which were a nice pair of Wesco Jobmaster’s in flat black leather. They seemed custom-made, with very thick Vibram soles. Perhaps he was into stomping a guy after binding him tightly. This thought made me chuckle to myself, as I was probably going beyond reality.

As I stared at the boots, I got to thinking about what it would be like to place my tongue on Wesco’s leather, sliding it over the slightly rough surface, leaving a streak of my saliva across the toe to start my time worshiping the boots and the man wearing them. I’d be wearing a pair of tight leather cop gloves, wrapping them around the heel of the boot my tongue was tasting as I licked it over and over, black leather. I hoped the leather man would enjoy the feeling of my hand holding his boot steady while my tongue pressed against it, cleaning it. It would be a moment that would bring us together as he would look down, seeing the wetness that I was leaving on his powerful boots.

As I looked at the boots, I relaxed, musing on the worship of the leatherman’s boot and the steady drone of the flight as we streaked across the blue sky. As I thought about the potential taste of the boot this stranger wore, I caught a stronger leather scent that fueled my imagination. I could swear there was a warm breath against the side of my face before I heard a voice whisper in my left ear.

“Imagine that boot pressing on your throat.”

It took a moment for my mind to take in the words, as I realized I was not in my imagination any longer. Blinking and lifting my head, I turned to see that the leather man was now sitting in the middle seat, his face leaning into me with a smile as he saw my reaction to his voice.

Leaning back, I hesitated to speak, not wanting to confirm or deny that I was interested in his boots. Even though I was. As I was gathering my thoughts, I felt his gloved hand pressing on my leg, lightly sliding up and down.

“It’s ok, I can understand the thoughts you might have.” The leather man’s voice was comforting and reassuring.

At this point, I felt I should respond, as I was enjoying the leather scent, and he was comforting me with his gentle touch. My mind searched for the right response.

“You would press your boot on someone’s throat?” I asked.

As soon as I finished my response, I looked away, not understanding what I just said, but knowing deep inside that his suggestion of him taking power over me was seated deep inside me.

The leather man’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling, as he gave a slight nod. “That is your response? I think I might have found a diamond in the rough.”

The leather man’s hand stopped sliding on my leg and lightly squeezed.

“Yes, I think there is something deep in you that is drawn to the leather I wear.”

This man in black hide wasn’t wrong. I had worn leather and always wanted to wear it more, layers of it, dreamt of being encased in layers of leather, head to toe and in bondage, under the control of a man in leather.

Lifting his right hand from my leg, the leather man slowly backed away, raising his hand to shake mine as he introduced himself, “I’m Bryan, good to meet you.”

I reached up and took his gloved hand in my naked hand. His grip was strong, showing authority and confidence that he was in charge and knew it.

“I’m Troy, very good to meet you, Sir,” I replied, surprised that I referred to him as Sir.

As he released my hand, his gloved hand slowly glided up my leg, providing me with comfort and a hint of horniness.

“Lower your tray and place your hand on my leg,” Bryan says in a quiet voice. I surprise myself by not hesitating and following his instructions. Lowering the tray that covers my lap. As I do, Bryan also lowers his tray and places his iPad on the tray. Reaching over the armrest, I feel the smooth, cool leather with my fingers, and I take a deep breath.

“That’s right, Troy, feel me with your touch.”

I turn, and our eyes connect. There is the desire to taste his lips, but I feel that would be inappropriate to do here on the plane, especially since I’ve barely met this man in black leather.

We sit next to each other, stroking each other’s legs under the trays that cover our laps, as Bryan touches the iPad a few times, moving through some files.

“Troy, close your eyes and relax.” Instructs the leather man. While I should be wary of doing so, I know that we are an airplane flying thousands of feet in the air, so there is little that can happen. So, I close my eyes and lean into my seat as if I feel his leather from my fingers as he gently strokes my leg.

“You’re into leather, aren’t you, Troy?” Bryan inquires.

I nod my head to indicate that I like leather.

“When I ask a question, Troy, you need to respond verbally.”

“Yes, I like leather.”

Bryan lightly taps my leg as he speaks, “Very good, you won’t be responding much, but remember that.”

“As we sit here, streaking through the sky, I thought we could get into our imaginations about leather. Would you like that, Troy?”

At first, I nod my head, then I remember his instructions, “Yes, Sir.” I wince, not sure why I added ‘Sir’ to my response. But I received some acknowledgment of that response from Bryan, which made me feel good.

“Very good, very nice, Troy.” Bryan pauses for a moment as I take in the scent of his leather and the touch of his gloved hand on my jeans, which relaxes me.

“Have you been in one of those driverless taxis, Troy? I think they are called Waymo.”

“I have not, but have seen them on the internet.”

“Then you are aware of them, that is perfect. I picture us catching one of them as we are heading across the city to an event. Yes, Troy, you are my companion for the night, which makes me really excited. The vehicle pulls from the curb after picking us up at our hotel, starting our journey. We dressed properly for the evening, both of us in full leather, Troy.”

I take in my breath as I build a vision in my mind, listening as Bryan shares his dream with me.

“When you saw me in the hotel room, you dropped to your knees and kissed my black leather-shined Dehners that were tucked into my black leather uniform pants with a white stripe down the side of my leg. Under my leather jacket, I was wearing my leather dress shirt and tie. My gloved hand hasn’t let go of your hand since we left the hotel room. You’re eyes haven’t disconnected from looking at me the entire time, and now, sitting in the vehicle, you continue to stare.”

With Bryan adding the details of his leather, it is more layers than what he wears now, and in my vision, he is so handsome. I realize that I am stroking his leather-covered leg a little harder as he has described himself in his leather. I know I wouldn’t miss a chance to look at such a handsome man.

For a moment, he grips my leg tightly, moving the side of his hand to light press against my manhood. “You are so focused on my leather that you are not experiencing the leather you are wearing.”

Hearing those words, the leather I am wearing, makes me moan slightly as my breathing quickens.

“Yes, Troy, you have been wearing leather that I provided you to become the perfect leather man in my eyes. Would you like to know what you are wearing as we enter the hire vehicle?”

Turning my gaze to the leathered man sitting beside me, our eyes connect as he smiles and I gently answer, “Yes, Sir.”

For a moment, Bryan reaches up with his other gloved hand, touching my cheek and lightly rubbing my skin before he lowers his hand and begins to speak.

“When you arrived, you spotted the leather you were going to wear for the evening that was laid out on the bed. You reached out to touch the leather jeans on the bedspread covering my bed. You mentioned that you never met a man who was so into leather as much as I was.”

I gathered some courage and asked, “Are you that into leather?”

There was a smile on his face as his gloved hand stroked my face again, this thumb sliding over my lower lip, “Oh yes, very much so.”

Feeling it was the correct way to respond, I gently kissed his glove as he started to describe the leather I was putting on for him.

“After you were stripped naked, I handed you a leather jock that you put on quickly before putting on the leather jeans that fit you just right. They curved around your ass that I rubbed my gloved hand over, admiring you. Next was a pair of used Wesco Boss boots that you slipped on. I like the jeans stacked on the boots, which you did as if reading my mind. Handing you a leather harness that stretched nicely across your bare chest, I enjoyed the contrast of its black and silver, which made you look strong. Then, you put on a nice leather vest that lay upon the harness, but kept it exposed as other men will see you and know that you are my property.”

I was surprised when I moaned when he called me his property.

“Yes, Troy, you would be my property if I put you in the leather. You would be learning that while in leather, I am your Boss and you’ll be doing as I want you to do.”

As another moan came from deep in me, I felt his glove hand rising again. Still, it was moving around the back of my neck and cautiously, Bryan was covering my lips, pressing tighter and gagging me.

“I like control, Troy.”

Bryan leaves his hand on my leg, still as I take in the scent of the leather that his now gagging me. The vision of the leather that he selected for me, that he was taking me out in public. We were in a vehicle, by ourselves, that was operated by computers.

Just then, an announcement said the beverage service was about to start.

“Remember how you are right now, Troy. That could be how you will be again in the future.”

With that, Bryan released my lips, as I took in a breath of the leather, and he removed his hand from my leg. He returned his attention to his iPad as I calmed myself from the experience I had just gone through. Looking out the window to see where we were on the flight, Bryan tapped me on the shoulder, placing his iPad on my tray.

Looking down, I saw an image of a man in a leather straitjacket, leather hooded, blinded, gagged, no skin showing at all. Bryan leaned in, “That could be you.”

He released his seatbelt and stood, making his way to the lavatory and leaving me alone to stare at the photo. I felt my cock growing as my mind remembered the sound and scent of his black leather. The taste of the glove over my mouth and the growing feeling of being controlled while sitting on this airplane.

To be continued…

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