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A NEW BEGINNING, Part 2 Iainlthr@hotmail.com Tim woke, startled and confused. Where was he? What was this binding around his chest? And then he remembered, and smiled happily to himself. The horror of the last few weeks, losing his partner, his home, his car and his job had driven him to a labouring job for a removal company. That in turn had led him to discover a treasure trove of the hottest leather gear he could imagine packed in some boxes. Trying some of it on, he had been caught out by the owner, a stunningly handsome, powerful man named David, who, rather than being upset, had shared his love of leather and had made love to Tim in the most intensely satisfying time Tim had ever known. David and Tim had declared their love for one another, and David had solved all Tim’s problems, offering him a home, a job and best of all, the hottest lover on the planet, complete with all the leather gear he could ever hope for. Tim in turn had offered himself, his skills in business and his body and mind as a soul mate; a leather lover to be prized and needed. Tim lazily stretched himself out, luxuriating in the sense of well being that descended upon him. He felt the soft leather covering that he lay upon, reveled in the feel of the leather harness around his chest and the clinging tightness of the supple black chaps gripping his legs. His hands wandered absently to his groin, touching the sheer black leather that cupped his cock and balls. Unbelievable! He had always wanted to have this kind of leather gear, had wished and prayed for the chance to know the pleasure of leather at its erotic best, and out of nowhere, it had been handed to him, complete with a god of a man, a leather stud, his LOVER! He turned and opened his eyes again. The dimly lit basement that was to become David’s playroom, their playroom, was empty. He guessed he’d fallen asleep on the mattress after the powerful, draining fucking session of the first encounter with his new life. David was nowhere to be seen. He had no idea of the time; no outside light pierced the dimness of the basement. Standing unsteadily, Tim wondered if he should get out of the gear that he wore. But it felt so good, so enticing and comfortable. He was reluctant to ever remove any of it. Besides, he reasoned, his own clothes had been abandoned upstairs when he discovered the contents of the boxes, so there was no point in taking it off. Tim heard a dull thump, and the sounds of a softy uttered swear above him. Prompted into movement, suddenly wanting to hold his new man, he started up the steps. As he moved, the leather creaked and rubbed, the chaps he wore brushing together. He suddenly noticed the hard stiffness of the dried cum on his chest and stomach, rubbed by the straps of the harness. He smiled again at the memory of how that had gotten there. David had smiled inwardly when he realised Tim had fallen asleep next to him after they had finished their lovemaking. Looking at the resting form, his heart had swollen. His hopes and dreams had come to life in the shape of the young man by his side. Someone who needed him, needed what he could give, and shared his love of leather. Someone who willingly gave himself to David, and in so doing had given David the most wonderful, passionate, erotic experience he had ever known. That they had fallen in love instantly was somehow perfectly natural. The fates had drawn them together, had given them to each other, just when each had needed the other the most. It was no surprise that Tim had fallen asleep: he had put in a hard day’s work before giving his all to David in total, passionate abandon. Not wanting to disturb his sleeping leather angel, David had looked long and happily at the sleeping form, the black leather holding and warming his young lover, highlighting the shape of his beautiful body which had been given so willingly and generously to David. He had left him there to rest, while David set about unpacking at least the basics they would need for their first days and nights in the new house and their new beginning. David had happily left the gear he was wearing in place. Somehow, it seemed perfectly natural to be walking around, doing mundane things like unpacking moving boxes, dressed in full leather gear. In this, his new house, their new home, David intended to spend a lot of time indulging in the wonder of leather. His powerful frame was encased in the shining black hide: a jacket over his upper body which was wrapped in a tight harness; his legs wrapped in the glossy black chaps and high sided boots; his arms immersed in clinging black leather gloves under studded gauntlets; and a hard black leather ‘Master’s’ cap on his head. As he moved around, locating and unpacking some bed linen and bath towels, coffee cups and other essentials, he relished the feeling of the leather against his skin. The occasional whiff of tanned hide, or the fleeting reflection of shimmering black leather in a mirror or window, made him feel so happy and so much at home, as if he had finally found his Nirvana, his place in the scheme of things. It was a box of foodstuff he had been carrying to the pantry and had slipped from his hands that made the thud Tim heard below. David had sworn to himself, hoping that it had not disturbed Tim’s slumber, and that nothing had broken or spilt. He was crouching over the box, trying to check, when Tim found him. The younger man stared down, mesmerized yet again. He took in the fabulous view: David’s wide shoulders stretching the black jacket taut, the chains jangling softly from the epaulets. David’s perfectly rounded butt cheeks framed by the shining gloss of his chaps, his muscles flexing and rippling beneath the leather. The tiniest slip of black which was the rear strap of the posing-thong disappearing between his cheeks, almost beckoning to Tim, as the rounded fullness of the pouch cupped David’s testicles, tantalizingly close and just visible between his legs. Inwardly longing and at the same time feeling so happily fulfilled, Tim broke the silence. “Often walk around an empty house in full leathers?” he asked, trying to sound innocent. David jumped up, startled at Tim’s unexpected reappearance. “Not in the past, but I certainly intend to from now on.” He grinned at his new lover. “Besides, it worked pretty damn well for someone else I know!” Tim blushed lightly at the reference to his behaviour yesterday, then took the jibe in the spirit in which it was meant, enjoying the joke at his own expense. He looked long and admiringly at the man before him, his emotions welling up again. “God, I hope this isn’t all just a dream,” he whispered, almost to himself. “It is!” said David softly, moving to him and taking him in his arms. “A dream come true for both of us.” “David,” Tim began hesitantly “what you said, what you offered, if it was in the heat of the moment, I would understand; I wouldn’t hold you to it...” he trailed off, not knowing how to complete the words. “Did you say what you did ‘in the heat of the moment’? Do you want to take it back now?” David asked, his heart aching, dreading to hear the answer. “Yes. I did say it in the heat of the moment. No, I don’t take back a thing. I meant it with all my heart. But I have nothing to offer. I hate the thought that I’m taking advantage of you,” Tim agonized. “We’re both taking advantage of each other. Or more accurately, taking advantage of what fate has given us. Tim, I need you just as much as you need me. I can’t think of a better reason, a stronger foundation, for starting a relationship. Especially with someone I knew I loved as soon as I saw him.” Tim’s face broke into the widest smile. “I love you, David,” he said. David didn’t answer, he simply held Tim tightly in his arms, never wanting to let go. They kissed, not passionately, but with love, enjoying it, savouring the moment. The warm enveloping leather was all around them, part of them, separating them but joining them at the same time. Rubbing against each other, feeling the comforting touch of the leather, David became aware that it was late, and they were both still encrusted with dried sweat and cum from their earlier loving. He gently led Tim to the master bedroom. “Let’s get cleaned up a little and get some sleep. I think we should get all the rest we can, if my plans for tomorrow pan out,” he said, winking at Tim. Tim smiled back. “Can we get enough sleep in one night to last the rest of our lives?” he asked grinning at David. Slowly, reluctantly, they helped each other shed their leather. They unbuckled the harnesses, slipped off the gauntlets, and unzipped their chaps. They eased themselves out of the wonderful clothing, placing it all carefully to one side, stripping the layers away to reveal themselves to each other naked, but tired. There was no feeling of losing anything special, in fact just the opposite. They shared with each other the love of leather, and shared the intimacy of shedding it knowing that it would return often. “Hop in the shower and clean off,” David commanded. Tim gladly obeyed. His now naked body felt grimy from the exertions of the day, and drained. As Tim washed away his old life, David quickly made the bed, then joined his lover under the cascading water. They washed each other down slowly, sensuously, without making love, and climbed into bed to get some much-needed sleep. The next morning David woke to find Tim’s arms wrapped around him. The events of the previous day came flooding back, and he smiled to himself, wondering at the marvelous rapture he felt in Tim being here with him. He roused Tim gently and coaxed him from the bed, making them both coffee and desperately fighting off the urge to attack his young lover, to swathe him in leather and make love to him again. But not yet: There were a thousand things to do this morning before they could have some fun; plenty of time for that later, he told himself, a whole lifetime. “Tim,” David began, “why don’t you get yourself moved in right away? Get your things and bring them here. I don’t want to be parted from you for a second.” Tim smiled at him. “Are you going to help me collect them?” “I’d love to. And I will if you really want, but I did want to get some other things this morning. I hate that it means we won’t be together, but being in a new house and all...” he trailed off. “That’s okay, my love,” Tim nodded, “it’ll give me a chance to bury some ghosts from my past. Besides, I don’t have a lot to collect, and I don’t know that I want you to see what I’m leaving behind.” He put on a brave face, but inwardly he cringed, not wanting to face the flat, the real world. “It should only take me a few hours,” he added. David could sense he was uncomfortable, knew Tim felt he was stepping back to the world he had only just left, needed some kind of confirmation that this was a final ending to the old and a bright start to the new. As his young lover gathered himself up to leave, David knew exactly what was needed. “Tim, here. You’ll need these,” David said, holding out a set of keys. “The car is in the driveway.” Tim choked, spluttered, “I couldn’t...It’s too good...what if...?” David cut him off with a finger to his lips. “OUR car is parked in OUR driveway, and you are going to take it to collect your things.” “But I can get a train, I wouldn’t dare…” “You can and you will. I only have to nick around the corner to the shops. And I don’t want you to be away from me any longer than absolutely necessary,” David said emphatically and reassuringly. Tim’s eyes filled, as he hugged David to him tightly. “My Man,” he said simply, softly, as he took the keys from David and left. David needed only an hour to get the things he wanted for today. Back home again, he made a start on the mountain of boxes still to be unpacked, sorted and put away. Constantly his thoughts turned to Tim. He wasn’t concerned, but supremely happy and content, reveling in the feelings of newly found love. He placed little items on the appropriate shelves and in the appropriate cupboards, but refused to even consider arranging furniture. That’s for us to decide together, he told himself, happier still for the realization that it was exactly what he wanted. The sound of the car brought a huge grin to David’s face, and when Tim knocked at the door he almost threw it open, pulling Tim inside and throwing his arms around him. “I missed you!” he said breathlessly. “I missed you too, stud,” Tim replied, locking him in an embrace which said it all. Tim’s entire life, in two bulging suitcases and a couple of large carrier bags, was quickly whisked inside. “Pretty sad, isn’t it?” he said as he surveyed his only assets. “Not at all. It means that we have so much room to move starting our life together.” David responded breezily, overjoyed to have Tim home. “Did you get what you needed?” Tim asked absently. “Oh yeah,” David responded in a tone that piqued Tim’s curiosity. He looked at David questioningly, and David smiled back, a grin breaking out. “First, these are yours, I believe. I found them lying around somewhere.” David handed him a small bag, almost off-handedly, but carefully studied Tim’s face. In the bag was a set of keys attached to a black leather key holder, with the letter ‘T’ embroidered in tiny metal studs. “House and car keys,” David declared. “I can’t have you knocking at the door to get into your own home!” Tim’s eyes widened. He said nothing. There was nothing he could say, yet his face said everything David needed to hear. “And I got us a housewarming present” David added, taking Tim’s hand and drawing him into the bedroom. Laid out on the bed were matching sets of shorts and vests. Made of the softest black kid leather, the smell of brand new leather strong on them. Tim picked up the vest set out for him, held it to his face and breathed in the aroma. The vest was dark and supple. The shorts shone with a gleam of polished metal, the leather oiled and shining. “Oh, David, they’re perfect!” “His and His.” David laughed. “I told you this morning I intend to walk around the house in leather as much as possible, and I kinda hope you will too.” “Will I ever!” They raced each other to shuck off their clothes and get into their new presents. The soft leather of the vests caressed their backs and chests like black fingers, and the shorts fit perfectly, comfortable but tight, emphasizing more than they concealed, showing off both men’s rounded firm cheeks and highlighting their manhood in glossy black. “I’m going to have a permanent erection with you in these around me all day,” David mocked. Tim grinned evilly back at him. “All the more reason to get plenty of rest, ‘cause I’m going to be doing everything I can to take that erection from you.” He grinned again and traced David’s penis through the leather with his fingertip. They kissed, long and hard, passionately. Exploring each other, feeling the need grow, their hands travelling over each other, clasping and gripping, the urgency upon them as they loved each other. Grinding themselves together, chest to chest, groin to groin, the creaking of the leather joined the symphony of sighs and whispers as they held each other, exploring themselves and bathing in the sensuous feel of the leather against their skin. David lifted Tim bodily, his strong arms around the younger man, hands firmly clenched on those perfect leather-clad cheeks, clutching him against his own body, feeling Tim’s perfect frame press against him through the new leather they both wore. Lowering him to the bed, David straddled his lover, knees on either side of him, sitting against the hard bulge of black restrained within the shorts, rubbing himself back and forward against Tim. Tim looked up into David’s eyes, eager and wanting, loving the man on top of him. His hands went to David’s hips, his fingers feeling the shorts, taking in the wonderful sensation of David’s body encased in the tight black leather covering. He massaged David’s arse cheeks, slid his hands around to touch and squeeze at the lengthening mound of manhood clearly outlined by the shiny black leather, to prod gently at the testicles encased in the supple hide. His hands moved upwards, sliding under the folds of the vest, touching and pulling at David’s nipple rings, bringing moans of delight from the leather lover leaning over him. Suddenly David was off him, swinging his body around and beside Tim’s, lying so they were face to groin, in the classic 69 position. Instantly they each attacked the other’s leather-clad penis, suckling and licking at the tubes of man meat through the second skin of black. Teeth and lips clenched and bit at the swollen cocks, tasting the protective leather and feeling the trembling hidden power of their erections. Noses buried in crotches, they moved as one being, drinking in the life they gave to each other, the power they felt from the unrivalled sensuality of the leather. Tongues, fingers and lips explored their steel hard rods, enveloped as they were in the velvet gloss of black leather. Caressing and exploring the mounds and bulges of inviting sensual blackness that were butt cheeks and balls, they devoured each other and gave themselves to each other, skin against skin and leather against leather, grinding, pushing, driving their senses wild with the delight of the shared love and second skin they both wore. Unable to resist his urges, Tim slid his fingers under the shorts encasing his lover. Easing them down as he could, he found his prize as David’s rock hard cock, slippery from his own pre-cum, presented itself to Tim’s eager lips. Licking out and tasting the oozing man juice, Tim massaged David’s tool with his tongue, slurping around his cockhead and tracing his way along the steel hard shaft. David, his senses reeling with the warmth of Tim’s lips on his rod, returned the compliment. Tim’s shorts were eased away from his cock, to be replaced by David’s wet enveloping mouth. As Tim artfully caressed David with his tongue, teasing and sending electrical surges through him by biting softly at the tender flesh, David opted to swallow Tim in one huge gulp, opening his throat and taking Tim’s manhood inside him in an instant. Tim gasped as the pleasure of David’s warm throat held his throbbing dick, sending waves of enjoyment spreading through his body. He reciprocated by gently easing his lips around David’s cockhead and slowly beginning the descent upon the powerful tool in his mouth. David felt Tim begin to engulf him, and sighed with delight. He felt Tim’s tongue whip at his corona, explore the ridge of his cockhead, and lubricate his shaft as Tim slowly, gently swallowed him. The sensation crept upon him. Driving him wild with desire. Very soon the two men began to bob in unison on their respective cocks. They found an easy rhythm, complementing each other as they suctioned and withdrew, pistoning in and out of the other easily and bringing each other higher and higher levels of ecstatic pleasure. Servicing and being serviced, giving and taking, still lost to the sensuous wrap of leather on skin, the blissful scent of maleness and leather and sweat, they drove themselves on. Each dived faster and deeper onto his mate’s organ, while at the same time driving his own cock into his willing partner’s throat. The sounds of creaking leather were joined by the moist slurping of tongues and mouths, and the whimpering moans of growing passion. Tim felt his need intensify, his balls heave as his orgasm neared. He strove to hold back. David knew he could not resist the explosion much longer, and somehow sensed that Tim was nearing his peak at the same time. Faster they attacked each other. Deeper and harder they each drove into the other, the moment rushing toward them. Pistoning in and out of one another, the world lost in a blur of masculine sexual frenzy, ecstasy exploded upon them simultaneously. Tim tried to cry out, but his call was smothered by David’s pounding cock. As he felt himself shudder to a final swollen hardness, David’s prong exploded in him, sending rivers of salty-sweet juice into his throat. Tim swallowed and gulped and swallowed again as his own balls emptied themselves through the throbbing hardness of his cock and into David’s waiting gullet. David felt rather than tasted the cascade of manjuice that flowed from Tim, slurping and sucking at his lover’s rod. His cock twitched and trembled as it shot spurt after spurt into Tim’s mouth, and he felt as though they had created a circle of cum. It was as if his seed was being emptied into Tim and recycled back through his lover into himself. The two suckled and trembled, emptying themselves into each other. Slowly their eruptions eased, and each licked and slurped at the other, determined not to waste a drop of the precious liquid they had pumped into each other. Finally spent, they broke their position, Tim flipping himself around to lie face to face with his lover. On an impulse he tucked David’s still firm, saliva-covered cock back into the leather shorts, and did the same to himself. David echoed his thoughts out loud. “Oh that feels so hot, the warm wetness inside the leather. My cock feels like it’s still lost in your throat,” David whispered. Tim simply nodded his agreement, pressing his body against the older man, feeling the sensation wash over him yet again. Their lips met and parted, their tongues exploring, tasting themselves on each other, mixing and sharing their juices as hands held tight to backs and butts. The urgency replaced by the mellow warmth of sated desire, they lay together recovering. “Tim, I love you so much,” David said softly, his arms around the younger man. “I love you more than I could ever find the words to tell,” Tim replied. They stayed there, together, pressed to each other and garbed in their leather vests and shorts, for some time, reveling in the touch of each other and their growing love. David eventually ended the silence. “We still have unpacking and arranging to do.” He announced. “Come on, handsome, on your feet and come help me sort out our new home.” Tim smiled again. “I can’t begin to tell you how much I like the sound of that: ‘our new home’.” David kissed him softly again, and stood up, taking his hand and pulling Tim to his feet. Tim looked at his lover, drank in the sight of his arse in the form fitting black shorts, feasted on the sight of his manly shoulders filling out the vest. “I wish we could leave these on all the time.” He uttered quietly, running his fingers down David’s back. David looked at him in surprise. “We can. That’s what I intended when I got them for us. Not permanently, of course, but certainly all the time when we’re here alone, just going about the daily grind.” He emphasized ‘grind’, pushing his hips forward at Tim. Tim laughed, and then his voice became more serious. “Are you certain? That would be so wonderful, so incredible.” “Of course. This is our new home and our new beginning. We both love, adore, leather. What could be more natural or more perfect than wearing it all the time? We can get other pieces, add to the wardrobe. We’ll make our home our special place, and we’ll live the way we both want, with as much leather as we want.” “It’s gonna get us some stares when we answer the doorbell,” Tim giggled at the thought. “Better something like this than in a full harness, chaps, boots and cap, which I thought about for a while!” David responded, giggling himself. “Besides, it’s our home to live the way we want. If the world doesn’t like it, then the world can get fucked!” “Absolutely, stud!” Tim exclaimed, convinced he had died and gone to heaven. “Now,” said David, again getting a little more serious, “even if we live in leather, we still have to live, so come and help sort out the place.” Arm in arm they surveyed the various rooms, bantering lightly and deciding where to place furniture. They slowly began to settle into the house, getting to feel their way around it. They passed each other easily, touching lightly, a gentle caress on the arm, a quick stolen kiss, a playful squeeze of cheeks and dicks. And whenever they caught sight of themselves, of each other, each marveled at the wonderful feeling of freedom they had as they occupied their home clad in the supporting, empowering black leather clothing. They put in several hours of work that afternoon, but only got a fraction of the way through arranging the house. Plenty of time to finish, David declared and Tim agreed, feeling so welcome, so belonging in this place already. More than once during the time they laboured, each of them had looked happily at his mate, had felt the stirring in his groin, had known that they were perfectly paired, and would pair often. The sense of excitement did not diminish or lessen, it remained just below the surface as they did the necessary things that would allow them to indulge themselves when and how they pleased. Breaking for a well-earned coffee, they sat on a lounge, still surrounded by boxes and other items. David leaned back on one arm of the sofa, while Tim lazily rested against the other arm, their legs entwined, running toes along each other’s legs teasingly. David looked at Tim’s suitcases, untouched since he got back that morning. “You won’t feel really moved in until we get them unpacked,” David nodded toward the cases. “There’s not a lot there I want or need,” Tim commented dryly. “Maybe so, but they’re your things, and they belong in your home, not sitting in cases like some kind of unwanted visitor.” “You’re right.” Tim said, suddenly spurred to action. “Let’s at least get my clothes put away.” He grabbed one of the cases and a carry bag. David grabbed another bag and the second case, and let Tim lead the way into the bedroom. “How about you take that half of the wardrobe, and I’ll take the other?” David said, pointing to the left side of the full-length wall-to-wall built-in wardrobe. Again Tim looked dubious. My few things are going to look awfully lonely in that huge expanse, he thought as he heaved the case onto the bed, undoing the locks. He turned and slid one of the doors open to reveal two levels of hanging rails and a set of drawers, and looked back at David in confusion. Already taking pride of place were a pair of chaps, a pair of dress slacks, jeans, a vest (heavier and more substantial than the one he was wearing), two jackets and three harnesses in different configurations, all in polished black leather, lined up and inviting. On the floor were two pairs of black leather boots. “I thought this was to be my side…” he said questioningly. “It is,” David said simply. “But all this gear…?” “It’s yours. These as well.” David pulled open the top drawer to reveal an array of leather jocks and pouches, arm bands, cockrings, collars, the cap Tim had worn the night before, and assorted bits and pieces. “I know they fit – they fit you perfectly last night,” he grinned at Tim, running his finger down his abs and along Tim’s soft penis encased in the leather shorts. “But they belong to Chris, don’t they?” Tim looked hard, wanting them, hoping but not daring to hear. “Tim,” David said, firmly, “I’m not going to pretend we don’t have a past, either of us. But Chris has gone. He hated this anyway, and you love and appreciate it. Chris is no longer. They are yours. If you want them, of course. If you won’t feel comfortable in them because they used to belong to someone else, then we’ll trash the lot and buy you new ones of your own.” “NO!” Tim exclaimed. “They are wonderful. Just like you. I love everything, and I love you. This is just so perfect, I can’t believe it.” He turned and held his lover, kissing him hard, smiling into his eyes, then back to the treasure trove before him, running his hands over the coveted garments. “Can I wear them?” “Are you kidding? As often as you want, wherever and whenever you want. Preferably when I can watch, feast my eyes on you, but they’re yours. You can do whatever you want with them.” Tim laughed out loud with joy and love. He looked at David, and his libido stirred for the hundredth time that day. With a lusty grin he said quietly, “I think I need to try some on, just to be sure!” “Then let me choose,” said David, matching his leer, and running his finger along Tim’s leather covered cock. “We’ll choose for each other!” Tim declared, “piece for piece. I seem to recall an unopened box in the playroom that needs attending to.” “Agreed,” said David eagerly. “I’d wondered when you’d remember that. Let’s dress each other, and go exploring.” They stripped and stood naked, each smiling at the other, their cocks evidence of their growing desire. David studied the racks for a moment, and selected first a harness. More complex than the one from last night, Tim needed a little help to secure it. Wide shoulder straps ended in twin metal rings, which were connected by a broad leather band. The twin rings sat over Tim’s nipples, framing them. ‘I really would like to get my nipples pierced like David has’ he thought. David adjusted the buckles, thinking to himself ‘I wonder if Tim would consider having his nipples pierced, that would be so hot’. Two pieces of chain attached to the rings and looped back around Tim’s ribs to connect at the back of the harness. Two more leather straps led one from each ring to another ring which framed his navel, while the metal ring between his shoulders had attached to it two more straps that fell across his back in an inverted ‘V’ to connect with two more metal rings on the small of his back, connected by a chain, and then joined with leather straps around his waist to the ring at his navel. From this centre ring another strap of soft black leather fell to an open snap. At his back, he could feel thinner straps of the same soft leather dangling from each of the metal rings sitting just above his arse cheeks. Tim felt David set these into position so they framed his butt and curved under his groin, joining an inch or so from his balls where the now merged single leather strap attached to a larger metal ring. David grinned. “This goes there,” he pointed and Tim realised that it was actually a silver cockring, forming a part of the harness. He hurried to squeeze his balls through the metal and then feed his hardening cock into place before nature prevented him from affixing the ring where it belonged. As he adjusted himself inside the metal, his cock swelled and hardened at the constriction of blood. The ring felt so good, tight and hard, cool and exotic as it held him in thrall. David snapped the final leather strap straight down from the centre ring around Tim’s navel into place by feeding it through the ring against his cock shaft and snapping it closed. Tim felt exhilarated, enclosed and constrained in the leather and metal of the harness, yet still easily able to move around. He surveyed the effect in the mirror, and his cock twitched with anticipation. “Your turn,” he said to David, as he examined the contents of David’s side of the closet. For his man, Tim chose a much simpler harness than the one he wore himself. It consisted of four wide strong black leather straps, which started from a single metal ring that sat between David’s shoulder blades, and met again at another single metal ring in the centre of his chest. Each of the straps was adorned with a row of silver metal studs, pointed but not sharp. From the two rings, one at the front and one at the back, two long slender silver chains dangled, slung around David’s waistline to meet again at the opposite ring. They were secured front and back by another length of chain, which connected to them lower down, drawing them more firmly in place so that they stayed firmly in place as David moved around. A final length of silver chain crossed David’s chest high up just below his neck, attached at either end to the two shoulder straps. Tim looked eagerly and appreciatively at the leather and metal, which wrapped and highlighted his lover’s upper body. The straps around David’s ribcage accentuated his pecs, pushing them up and out, emphasizing the nipples with the tiny silver rings through each. Tim wanted, ached, to take those rings in his teeth and tug gently at them. David forestalled him, moving back to the drawer on Tim’s side, and holding up four wide leather bands. The two longer bands were quickly buckled around Tim’s upper arms, and the shorter ones around his wrists. The leather that wrapped itself around Tim’s lower arms had rows of metal studs set into it, and looked much like shortened gauntlets. Tim held his arms out in front of himself, admiring. His still semi hard cock waved in front of him, the head moist with the first drops of pre-cum. To finish his arms, David handed Tim a pair of soft kid leather driving gloves, the ones with the fingers cut out. The feel of the leather against his palms and hands was so stimulating, Tim marveled that he didn't lose control and attack David right then. But he wanted his man in more leather yet. For David, Tim chose a pair of long gauntlets that started at the wrists and went all the way up and around his elbows. Solid, firm, polished and black, they sheathed his entire forearm in beautiful shining leather, unadorned, but radiating a sense of hidden power. Over David’s hands went a set of glossy black leather police gloves, which fit him … well …. like a glove! David reveled in the envelope of dark polished hide now encasing him from the elbows down, and as he looked to Tim, he saw him lick his lips and grin leeringly. David reached and squeezed at Tim’s still hard prong, holding it tightly as his free hand searched again. This time he retrieved two items. A collar, soft, shining and black, with two rows of metal studs along its length. It snapped easily into place around Tim’s neck and as he delighted in the feel of the leather around his throat he looked back to David to see the other item. This was almost a jockstrap. Almost, because it consisted of nothing more than a tiny waistband of black elastic from which hung a soft leather pouch, the lower edge of the leather cup also elasticized. Pulling it up, Tim found it amazingly comfortable. The support band sat easily just above his hips, then dropped low at the front while the pouch slid up and under his testicles, nestling around them and cupping them in place. With some difficulty he managed to stretch the rest of the pouch over his erection. The effect was to have the pouch only just cover the base of his penis, where it arched out from his lower abdomen, gripped his cock and balls in sensuous soft leather fingers, and scrunched back to his skin at the sensitive spot where his ball sac connected to his body. Tim let his hands cup himself through the leather, squeezing and rolling himself inside the pouch as David stood and stared, fascinated by him. Now it was Tim’s turn yet again, and he took his time as he rummaged through the drawer of goodies. Finally triumphant, he held out to his leather god a thong with a codpiece that snapped into place (or away again - Tim thought happily). Before David could pull it on, Tim opened his hand to reveal another delight. “A collar for my neck deserves a collar for you,” he whispered to David, and dropped to his knees in front of his lover. Carefully he snapped into place a leather cockring, which sat tightly around the base of David’s quickly hardening cock, behind both shaft and testicles. Attached to it was another smaller leather strap, which pulled together around the top of David’s ball sac, separating the fleshy container from the weapon it fed. David’s balls were thus separated from his cock and held firmly in place with leather restraints. With a quick, longing lick at the head of David’s cock, Tim backed off and David pulled on the leather thong. It consisted of a leather waist strap, with a single back strap which connected to the waist and pulled down between David’s round firm cheeks, to divide in two behind his balls and frame his manhood, joining the waistband again at either side of his groin. Three snaps were fitted, two at the top and one at the base, to which a firm black leather codpiece was connected. As David adjusted himself inside the black mound of leather, Tim feasted his eyes on the outline of his male sword pushing forward at the leather casing. A sense of needing, of urgency, which had been held in abeyance until now suddenly came upon the two men. They had fed their own libidos by dressing each other, and now those libidos were demanding release. Wordlessly they each turned to the wardrobe and almost reverently pulled out the indispensable item, the defining piece of masculine leather sexuality – long black shining leather chaps. Somehow, chaps were the essence of leather love. They encased the legs, gripping and covering yet highlighting and framing. They had the effect of completing one, as though you were unfinished without them. David and Tim eagerly fastened the chaps around themselves, delighting to the touch, the look and the smell. Both men carefully smoothed the soft shining leather into place against their skin as they fastened the leg zippers. They luxuriated in the leather engulfing them from ankle to thigh and framing their arses and groins, beckoning each to the other with irresistible promises of leather masculinity. Tim had finished before David and without hesitating reached for a pair of high-sided leather boots. They slid easily, comfortably over his feet and he stood upright. Like some comic book hero, he swore he could feel superhuman powers flowing into him from the leather he now wore, the power of male sexuality, building and urging, demanding to be released upon his leather hunk beside him. David was struggling with the second of his own boots, and Tim bent to assist, on one knee. As he helped David pull the boot into place, he couldn’t resist any longer, and his head dropped. Impulsively, he licked the toe of David’s boot, tasting the leather. Kissing and licking, he polished the top of the foot, drinking in the close up view of leather and metal. David’s boots had leather straps which went under the sole and came up to connect to metal rings at the ankles, where another strap circled the ankle. Tim followed the line of the straps with his tongue, then eased his face upward, finding the leather of David’s chaps. Licking, biting, he made his way up David’s legs, drinking in the sight, the taste the smell of the leather. He felt the strength of David’s muscles beneath the protective black hide, and knew he needed it, wanted it badly – the pure maleness of his lover, heightened and empowered by the slick black leather. As Tim increased his attack, his need building, David’s hands came to his face, lifting him. “Not yet, stud,” he cautioned in a whisper, “very, very soon, but not yet.” They stood and examined each other. Each man was turned on so much by the other, wanting, needing to be joined. The creaking, powerful leather, which covered and gripped them, was an aphrodisiac like no other. David started to move, but Tim stopped him. “Wait – one more thing,” he said. From David’s drawer he found the hard cap with the shining black visor, and the mirrored sunglasses. When David set them in place, Tim looked earnestly and approvingly. “Now you’re complete. My leather hunk,” he stated decisively. Together they descended the stairs to the basement. The anticipation was barely contained as they eagerly strode toward their newest experience, the commencement of their journey of exploration together. To be concluded…