By StyleMe

This is fiction, but also a deep phantasy … (if any Master can make it real, drop a message to the author in the comments!)

Chapter 1: Blind date

Never believe that chatting is anonymous! I did so. Today I know I was a fool and I have to pay for it. I’ve always been an average guy, never very self-conscious. When I was younger I discovered that I was attracted by guys wearing leather and boots. I was sure I would never be one of those guys. I never considered myself gay. I just lived my boring life, wearing jeans, sneakers and common business shirts. I worked at an office for an airline.

When the internet was coming up I started to surf the web for leather stuff. I was drawn more and more into fetish websites and chat-rooms. Now I’m 31 years old. In chat-rooms I was known as a guy that wanted to submit to a Master who would change my life. A man who would force me to become the kind of guy I’ve always admired. It was a deep fantasy, but I also knew I could never change my life in any way. What would the people say that knew me as the guy I was? Impossible! Well, that’s what I thought!

I met some cool guys online who liked hot outfits. I got deeper and deeper into the online world of fetish and SM. I told many guys about my fantasy and made some friends online, too. One guy I had already known online for several months, once offered me to meet him for a drink in a local straight bar. We both lived in the same big city. I liked our chats, so what did I have to lose? From our previous chats I knew he loved several fetish stuff. He was 36, had short black hair and steel blue eyes. It was the first time I would meet a gay fetish guy in real life. I really admired his courage and self-consciousness!

I wore my common outfit: 501, blue dress shirt and a pair of Nike sneakers.

When I arrived at the bar he was already sitting at a table. He wore a tight fitting black cotton shirt. I immediately discovered his tight leather pants and the square toed biker boots under the table. We shook hands and I sat down. I felt very strange. By the way, his name was Dave. He really looked great. We started chatting about our lives. He was a self-employed consultant. That’s all I remember, because I felt sick and dizzy before I’d emptied my first glass of wine. I nearly fell off the chair, but Dave caught me with his strong arms and asked the bartender to help him take me out to the car. I remember Dave telling him that I must have been taken my strong medicine before drinking the wine. Medicine? I wasn’t able to protest.

I was dragged to Dave’s car by the two men. Once on the back seat, Dave thanked the barkeeper, got into the driver’s seat and drove away. That’s all I remember.

To be continued…

Metal would like to thank the author, StyleMe, for this story, which he originally posted to eckie.com. This story is being re-posted to the Metalbond site with the permission of both the author and Eckie. Some small edits have been made in this version. There are 7 chapters in all. If you absolutely can’t wait until tomorrow to find out what happens next, go to Eckie’s site now. It requires that you register, but it is free and well worth it!