Gay Erotic Stories

The Leather Slave I have always been curious about the leather scene, wondering what it would be like to go to a leather club. Until recently I had only been able to imagine what it would be like. I now had the chance to find out. A few weeks ago I had moved to the city from the country. I was staying with some friends for a short time until I was able to find work and a place to live. I had been lucky and within a few weeks had succeeded in doing both. I had a job that I really enjoyed the pay wasn’t brilliant but I wasn’t bothered about that and I had a small one bed roomed flat of my own. Once I had got settled I decided that it was time for me to explore the scene. The following Saturday I got ready to go out, I dressed in a tight pair of jeans, white t-shirt and boots and looked good. Perhaps now would be a good time to give a brief description of myself before I get too involved in the story. I’m 30, just under 6’, cropped brown hair, brown eyes, and fairly well built, not really muscular but not fat either. I’d been on the Internet to check out the various clubs and pubs and had chosen one that didn’t have a strict dress code. I wanted to go somewhere that I could feel comfortable and relax and if I was lucky meet someone. I decided to take a taxi, as I wasn’t sure where the club was and didn’t really want to take public transport to get there. I arrived at about 10pm it seemed a bit quiet but then I thought it would be as it was still early. I bought myself a bud and found a place to sit which allowed me to watch what was going on, whilst at the same time not being too obvious about it. There appeared to be a back area to the club, which seemed quite dark. It was nearly impossible to see what was happening there whilst sitting at the bar. Slowly I made my way over to this area. It was dark and it took me a few moments for my eyes to adjust. As I looked around I could see a lot of guys where standing against the walls, most of them were dressed in leather or were dressed as I was. A few were even dressed in leather jocks, harnesses and collars! To say that I was excited was an understatement this club was better than I could have imagined! I looked a bit more closely and for the first time became aware that a few guys had things hanging from their belts, I could make out handcuffs and a few other items, I even noticed the occasional collar. Little did I know but shortly I would be wearing one and begging to be turned into leather slave! As I turned to move further into the darkness, I felt a hand press firmly against my ass. A voice said, “I’ve not seen you in here before, this your first time here?” “Yes, only recently arrived here so this is first time out on the scene,” I replied. “I thought so,” the voice replied. I turned around to see a good-looking muscular guy, dressed in black leather and boots. He looked so good, but his most striking feature were his eyes, for some reason I found it impossible to break eye contact. I just stood there, I must have looked a right fool, as I know I didn’t answer him, I could see him talking but for some reason it was too difficult to hear what he was saying. I seemed to relax and for a while everything went totally black. I’m sure I must have dropped off to sleep for a few minuets because the next thing I remember is sitting next to him in the bar! I don’t know how I got there. Normally I would have been really bothered about it, but this time it just seemed too much effort and wasn’t that important. “Well boy, you have something to ask me don’t you?” he asked. “Yes, Master. Please, Master, this boy begs to be collared and trained as a leather slave. Please, Master,” I replied. I was shocked at the words that came from my mouth. I tried helplessly to stop them but wasn’t able to. “Kneel boy; prepare yourself to be collared. Once it is done then you’re my leather slave permanently, boy, I shall own you and control you totally, use you as I see fit. You will never be free again, boy. Do you understand?” my Master asked. “Yes Master, boy understands, Master,” I heard myself reply. I wanted to say no, but couldn’t. I realised that he must have done something to me while I had blacked out, the most obvious thing that I thought of was that he had managed to put me into some sort of hypnotic trance and had programmed me to be obedient and to address him as Master. I couldn’t think of anything else that would make me behave in this way. “Ok boy, return to the dark room, kneel down in the middle of the room, head lowered, wait for me to put my hand on your head, then beg in a loud voice to be collared. Ok boy?” Master instructed. “Yes, Master,” I replied. “Ok, Boy do it then.” Master said. I got up from where we were sitting and quickly made my way over to the dark room. I hurried to the middle of the room and quickly knelt with my head lowered. I remained there for a while. I not sure how long, no more than a few minuets. I wanted to get up and move to the side of the room, but I couldn’t Master had told me to remain kneeling until he touched me. So that is where I remained. I could tell that I was being looked at, kneeling as I was in the centre of the room. I then became aware of a presence beside me. I wasn’t able to tell if it was Master or not, I’d have to wait and see. “Well done, Boy,” my Master said, “you have passed the first test I have set you. Now to see if the next one will take.” I was relieved to hear my Master’s voice, I now knew that he was standing next to me. I then felt him touch my head. I then heard myself say in a loud voice, “Please Master, your boy begs to be collared and enslaved, Master. Please collar me and train me as your leather slave, Master.” “Ok boy, I accept you as my slave, with this collar you are giving yourself totally to me to do with as I please. You will be a full leather slave 24/7 never to be free again. Do you accept that boy?” Master asked in a very stern tone of voice. “Yes, Master. Your boy understands, Master,” I quickly reply. I then feel him fasten the collar around my neck. I hear a click and realise that it is now locked. I can feel myself relaxing and once again I seem to be in a sort of trance, this time it is different. I can hear Master speaking quite clearly. Nothing else matters except to listen and to do what I’m told. I’m told to stand and wait for Master to tell me what to do next. I stand, head lowered waiting for my first order as his new leather slave. Comments and suggestions to andyboy36@hotmail.com