I arrive at home and walk into my apartment. I realize that I don't have the butt plug, which sucks, but he's closer now and I can probably go there tomorrow if I want to.
I fall into my bed, feeling a mix of emotions. I've really been enjoying our time together, but am I really ready to up and move with him to Madison, or stay here and lose him?
My job is generic enough, so I jump up from the bed, go to my kitchen island where my laptop sits, grab a drink and start looking up job openings in Madison.
Madison looks quite cold during winter months and would be perfect for leather clothing for most of the year.
I find a few jobs that I could easily apply for and qualify for. I could move across the country with him, start a new life, be anyone I want to be, which includes his leather boy.
I shut the lid and go to my couch. I fall onto my couch and flip on the television. Mindlessly I watch some program that I'm not really paying attention to and I fall asleep.
When I wake up, I have a missed call and a text from Sir.
"Hey Michael, I hope you got home safely. Since you're a lot closer to me, I hope to see you more often."
I text back, "yes Jamie, I made it home Sir. I was thinking that too. Maybe I'll swing over tomorrow."
"I'd like that. I'll see you at 6:30."
I drop my phone and hope the decision finds me easily.
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I leave work the next day, head to his house, and when I arrive, I walk into the garage, and there's nothing on the table for me, and when I get to the door, there's a note, "Meet me in the back boy."
I walk back through the door, and find him reading something on his phone. He looks like he's just lit a cigar and he looks up at me.
He puts his cigar down, stands up, and grabs me with both arms. He plants his hands on my ass and his mouth on mine. He's kissing me like he hasn't seen me in three weeks.
Once he pulls from me, he speaks "I hope you've had time to think. I don't want to talk about Madison until you're ready. I got you a cold beer, take a seat with me."
I sit down, he resumes his cigar, I sip my beer, and we sit there in silence.
"Tell me about your job boy," finally something to break the silence.
I explain what I do, and I explain that it can be done almost anywhere. I talk for a few minutes and he just listens, puffing on his cigar.
Once I finish, he looks at my face and starts to rub his crotch. He's smiling with his cigar in his mouth, "damn boy. You're just so fucking hot, you get me hard and all I wanna do is fill those fucking holes with my cock."
I slip out of my chair. I look around and don't see anyone, so I crawl over to him, I unzip his shorts and pull his cock out. I take it in my mouth, and he begins to moan.
I'm bobbing up and down on him as his hand rests on my head. He's gently pushing me down farther and farther until I take him entirely in my mouth.
He pushes out his cigar even though it's only half gone. He then picks up my head and shoves his cock back into his shorts, "I don't want to cum yet. Let's go inside."
We get into the living room, he yanks off my shirt, and he picks up the leather collar on the end table, "do you want this?" He says to me.
"Yes please Sir."
He slips the collar on, and locks it in place. He grabs the ring and pulls me with him. We walk into the bedroom, he pushes me onto the bed and he straddles me. I see him reaching for the rope and he ties my wrists to the bed post.
He spins around on me and starts to remove my shorts and red briefs that I wore. I didn't even think to put on any leather. I lie there naked as the cool air conditioned air blows across my skin. He gets off the bed and reaches down for my nipples, which are both hard.
He pinches and pulls them, "someone's excited."
My throbbing cock agrees with him, he reaches down to push his finger against the head where a drip of precum is going to fall. He brings his finger up to my mouth, "open wide boy."
I do and suck on his finger, "damn that mouth is hot," he says.
He pulls his finger and begins to undress, he takes off his clothes and throws them in the corner. He then walks into the closet and pulls out some leather clothes. He pulls the pants up over his thick cock, which takes a second for him to pull through the zipper.
"That's not getting tucked away." He says.
He then grabs his bulldog harness and slips it on. Once he feels satisfied, he slides his legs into his pair of boots. He walks towards me while he puts on his gloves. He reaches the bed and grabs the end of his cock, pulling on it for a drop of his own precum. He pushes that into my mouth.
He gets on the bed and grabs both ankles and ties them up to the top of the bed, he always has ropes hanging at the points he likes. He slips them around and my legs are anchored above my head. He slides Two fingers in my mouth and I think I know where this is going.
"Get my fingers nice and wet boy, need plenty of that boy lube for your tight hole. You left the plug here so you're gonna need some opening up."
