Mark walked into the room and threw his tie and jacket onto the bed. He unbuttoned the tailored shirt and dropped the slacks to the floor. Getting home on Friday afternoon was always one of his favorite times. He could drop all of his office drag – the Brooks Brothers suits and shoes – and get ready for another weekend of fun. He enjoyed his job as the head of the IT department for a local financial house – having turned his mathematical and analytical talents from accounting to computers many years ago. But, it was still always such a pleasure to strip the buttoned up executive away and let the leather man within come out. He dropped his boxers to the floor and kicked them to the closet.
Standing nude in his bedroom, he admired his reflection in the mirrored wardrobe doors. For an 'office' guy in his late 30's, he was still in great shape. And he went to the gym 3 times a week to keep it that way. He was 6'2" of all American beef. They always used to call him 'the boy next door' when growing up, remarking on his wholesome and clean-cut image. He still had that clean-cut image, but now there was a bit of kink thrown in, as well. He joked sometimes that he looked like the man your mama wanted you to marry – while inside, he was the man your mama warned you about.
He stood a few moments longer, turning to give his body another once over. His dark hair was just beginning to show the slight salt & pepper of time, mostly showing on his sculpted chest. His pubes had yet to show any gray, but he knew they'd get that way sooner or later – every man's did. He kept his balls shaved and his pubes trimmed. With nearly 20 years wearing leather harnesses, jocks, chaps and other garments under his belt, he'd had a few hair pinches by unforgiving buckles and snaps. On a weekly basis, he'd stroke his cock in the shower, getting his 9 inches up and hard. He'd then set about the enjoyable task of shaving his balls. Every once in a while, one of the subs he'd meet online would want to shave them for him, and he was a willing top – giving in to another of his secret pleasures. His Oster trimmer took care of the pubes, trimming them up and keeping them neat and tidy.
He felt his cock begin to stir, plumping as the blood pumped into his veins. He immediately began to think of baseball, nuns, and computer problems – anything to get his mind off of his growing cock. He stepped to the dresser and pulled on a pair of his 'house shorts' – the ones that he'd bought strictly for wearing around the house and using as pajamas... But he only used them as pjs when he had family visiting him. Otherwise, he always slept in the nude. Feeling the cool cotton sheets against his bare ass and body was another of life's simple joys.
Mark stepped down the hall to his office. He flipped on his PC and waited as it came up. He'd found a great Tom of Finland print online and used it as his desktop. Seeing the work of a truly gifted artist each day gave him a lift. It added a nice counterpoint to the other erotic artwork adorning his den walls. Most of the other artwork was more pedestrian in nature – prints lined the walls, ranging from Mapplethorpe and Ritts to Botero and Rivera. He had an eclectic taste in his artwork – but it was always about the human form, no matter what the state of dress or undress the work depicted.
He signed onto his e-mail account and waded through the tons of junk and spam. Here and there, Mark would come across a note from a friend or relative, just checking in and checking up. His favorites, though, were always the ones forwarded from the leather website he'd joined – notes of other tops and subs, wanting to hook up. Occasionally, there would be a short story or a new chapter from one of the group's members. He loved reading them whenever they arrived. He was always impressed with the creativity the storylines encompassed. He also found many of them to be quite erotic, and he'd used a few as jerk off material, just as he'd use porn videos from time to time.
There wasn't a lot this time, but one e-mail stood out – it was from somebody with the handle kinkysubtoy from the site. Kinkysubtoy had checked out Mark's online profile from time to time. The site had a tracking system in place so that users could see who'd been checking them out – and contact them if further 'investigation' was wanted. kinkysubtoy didn't have many pictures of himself on the site, but those that were there spoke volumes. kinkysubtoy's pictures always showed him being bound and gagged, tied to assorted beds, racks and St. Andrew's Crosses and seemingly enjoying every minute. Many times, there would be a flogger arcing into the frame, targeting kinkysubtoy's backside. Mark was intrigued by kinkysubtoy and it seemed as though kinkysubtoy was interested in Mark – or at least Mark's alter ego of LeatherTopMQ.
He read over the e-mail quickly – it was suggesting that Mark and kinkysubtoy meet up tonight for a beer or something and see if the two men could hook up for some play. Mark was up for it, and replied back that he'd be at The Rack around 9:00 pm and that kinkysubtoy would do well to be on time. Mark always got a visceral thrill from being the Dom in a scene. But, it always played upon Mark's desire to please. He would give the sub exactly what he – or she, occasionally – wanted. Mark truly believed that play was play and that skin was skin. His floggers and whips did not see any difference between a female sub's back and a male sub, so why should Mark? Mark also felt that any kind of scene – whether just a simple flogging or a full-scale mummification – did not always have to lead to all out fucking. Sure, getting his cock up a sub's tight and willing ass was always enjoyed, but he also enjoyed just getting his sub to get off – knowing that the sub would be more than willing to help Mark get his rocks off whenever he wanted to and by whatever means Mark saw fit to use.
Mark sent off the reply e-mail and did a bit of surfing the net, checking out his usual hits and checking out the site for The Rack – looking at the 'calendar' page, to see if it was some kind of special night tonight. There was nothing mentioned for this evening – no special parties or events. Just a TBA showing above the weekly drink specials. But Mark was feeling it was going to be a special night, tonight. And it was to be a special night, indeed.
Mark stepped from the shower and dried himself off. The quick shower served to refresh his senses and rinse off the grime of his day. It was almost a spiritual step for him – a ritual cleansing of the last bits of office drag from his system – refreshing his body and spirit from the workday world he would face again in a few days. He added a drop of hair goo to his head to amplify the natural spikiness of his dark hair. During the week, he would flatten the hair down and to the side, making the clean-cut and wholesome boy come out. Now it was time for the darker, kinkier side to make its appearance.
Mark dressed in his leathers, slowly and assuredly, making sure that each part of his gear fit perfectly, showing his assets in their best light. The harness he wore was custom measured and fitted – with 3" wide front and should straps, thinner straps wrapping around the bottom of his ribs, and a 2" strap slipping down his abs to connect to the steel cock ring. From there, another 2" wide strap continued around to his ass and up his back, meeting with the lower chest straps. The fatter shoulder straps encircled his arms, coming back forward to meet in the center of his chest. He pulled on a pair of leather pants, a pair of black combat boots and his vest. He checked his look in the mirror, enjoying the tug on his balls from the cock ring, each time he moved or twisted his torso. He grabbed a bag of toys – floggers, whips, paddles, dildos and other tricks of the trade – and headed out the door.
Mark arrived at The Rack at about a quarter after 8 – figuring he'd get a bit of socializing with a few of the regulars and bartenders he knew. He ordered a drink and chatted with Mike, the regular bartender. "So, what's the event for the night, Mike? On the web, it just showed 'to be announced'. What gives?"
"I dunno, man. I don't know what they've got goin' on tonight. We've got this new kid doing the web – and he's also our newest bar back boy. I thought he was putting something up, but maybe he just didn't have the time. Jake!" Mike called out towards the back room. "Jake! Come here, boy! I want you to meet somebody!"
"I guess this Jake is the new bar toy, eh?" Mark inquired. "Does he fit around here? I mean, he's not gonna be like that nelly thing you guys had before, right? You could tell he wasn't into leather by the look on his face. Especially when some of the bears walked in that night." Mike and Mark chuckled a little at that memory. The local bears group hosted a harness & jock party a few weeks ago – with the required attire to be either a harness or a jock – and not much else. The old bar back had such a look on his face each time another bear walked in the door, proud of their size and their hairy assets.
A young guy walked out of the back room, carrying a case of beer. "Where would you like this case of beer, Mike?" he asked.
"Put it on that end cooler. Then come back, I want to introduce you to a pal of mine!" Mike replied.
Mark looked at Jake, admiring what he could see of the boy. He must have been in his mid 20s, and he was probably about 5'10" or so. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a white tank top – snugly fitting the shape of his body. Mark figured Jake must have been involved in water sports in high school –swimming, diving, water polo, etc.. He had that tight build of a swimmer, trim but with a lot of muscle definition. He had dirty blond hair, and it was cut short and close to the scalp for the least resistance in the water. Mark could see that he had a round and firm looking ass, and that Jake's thighs must be powerfully built. On his return from the end of the bar, Mark could see Jake's chest more clearly. His pecs were well shaped and big, with nipples protruding, pulling the ribbed fabric of the tee shirt. While it was a bit cool in the bar, Mark knew those nipples were firm and robust from years of play, not from the coolness in the air.
