Dave's Leather Journal

Dave sighed. He didn't like being sent to service Jonah. Dave couldn't tell Master that of course. Dave's job was to obey. Getting out of the car, Dave could see his reflection in the windows. Black leather shirt tucked into tight leather pants. Jonah liked to see Dave in leather, Dave's muscles and smooth form providing the perfect frame. Dave always felt like he was out of place here, his leather used almost against him.

Walking up the steps, the door was unlocked as expected, so Dave did as he knew he had to and entered, heading to the living room. There was Jonah, lounging back on the sofa, shirt completely unbuttoned showing his impressive pecs and abs. "The leatherboy is here to service me."

"Yes Sir." Dave stood while Jonah drunk in the sight. Having to stand there in black leather while this slacker gawked at him.

Jonah reached down and groped his growing cock. Dave knew he'd be sucking it soon. Jonah licked his lips, not in preparation of use, but in anticipation of service. The man clad all in leather was there again to fulfill his every wish. A decade older than Jonah, Dave felt crushing humiliation in the simple standing, waiting for a command.

For Dave, the seconds creeped by. He was there to be used. This was an uncomfortable part of the use. Jonah just watching him waiting. Jonah knew it made Dave twitchy, and that's why he did it. Just an exercise of power.

"Leatherboy here for me." Jonah said with a hint of amusement

"Yes Sir, I will do anything you say." Dave said, the admission twisting his guts.

"All those muscles, hours in the gym so you look good for me to use."

"Yes Sir for you."

"Leatherboy looks good in all that black leather, very hot. That great leather here to turn me on."

"Yes Sir, to please you." Dave hated having to admit all this, Jonah did this deliberately.

"You want to ride up and down on my pole, don't you?"

"Yes Sir, I want to ride your long pole up and down and really use my body to get off."

"Have you down there getting freaky with my feet." Jonah ran his hand over his pec, giving a slight squeeze.

"Yes Sir I belong at your feet."

"You want to pleasure this body."

"Yes Sir, my entire purpose is pleasuring you."

"Leatherboy here to do what he's told."

"Yes Sir, I do what I'm told."

"Leatherboy has learned to be obedient."

"Yes Sir, I'm obedient."

"Get down and crawl over here." Jonah smirked.

"Yes Sir." Dave got down and approached on all fours. The leather gave little squeaks with the movement. Dave approached Jonah's bare foot, the one that was not slung up on the couch. Bending down the slave began to kiss and lick the toes. Dave could tell Jonah was playing with his cock, enjoying the feeling of a leatherman at his feet.

Dave worked hard, pleasing this guy, no matter how much he disliked him, it was his duty, so he did it. Dave had to make his Master look good, to show his devotion. Jonah let Dave lick for a while, eventually letting his other foot down for Dave to work on. Dave covered every inch, top and bottom, between the toes. The licking was thorough, complete.

Jonah used his foot to bring Dave's face up higher. Dave licked up the leg, knowing his target was the cock, and the board shorts were open. Jonah's turgid cock was waving between legs, Dave licked up the shaft, took the head into his mouth and began to suck.

"Leatherboy sucking my knob. Deeper Leatherboy, get that dick in your throat. Yeah, that's right." Jonah said as Dave got his nose down to the pubes. The tag of the zipper was a cold touch over and over under Dave's chin. "Keep going Leatherboy. Not like you have a choice. Your Master sends you over to take care of my dick for me. Strong man you are. Get on your knees and suck me off Leatherboy. Deeper." The last word was accompanied by a slap to the side of Dave's head.

Dave pushed further down, his nose pressing into the pubes and the hairs tickling his nose. Dave moved the muscles in his throat so Jonah would feel more. Dave gagged, forcing himself to say with the cock down his throat. "Yeah Leatherboy, choke on that dick. Big dick down your throat. Swallow it Leatherbitch." Jonah gripped Dave's head and pulled in, causing Dave to gag and heave. Nothing stopped Dave in his duty, he was a true slave.

Jonah let go of Dave's head with a smack, kicking off his shorts and spreading his legs. Dave kept on sucking, his head bobbing up and down with a steady cadence. Dave's tongue was going constantly. Jonah groaned as he let his head fall back. Dave was a talented cocksucker.

Jonah ran his hand over Dave's leather covered back. It was great having a real leatherman sucking his dick. Out on the street, Dave would cause people to walk around him from his size and appearance. Here, he was on his knees. The idea thrilled Jonah to no end. Jonah thrust his hips, forcing his dick into Dave's throat deeper. Dave gagged, having to change his breath and angle for the unexpected movement. But he continued to suck. That pushed Jonah even closer to climax, and soon Jonah pushed Dave back to shoot his load all over the leather shirt.

"Aargh, aargh, fuck aargh!" Jonah fisted his dick while Dave leaned back to provide a target. Having spent himself, Jonah wiped his cock on Dave's leather shirt before bringing it up for Dave to clean off with his mouth.

Once clean, Jonah shoved Dave to one side, almost causing the leatherman to fall on his side "Wear it back that way leatherboy."

"Yes, Sir." Dave picked himself up as Jonah disappeared somewhere into the house. Having done his duty, Dave was no longer of use.

Out in the sun, Dave looked down and saw the cum clinging to his leather, thick drops slowly crawling down under the force of gravity. The seat belt took care of some of the cum, the rest he hoped would be hidden by the natural changes by the time he got to his next stop. Feeling ashamed, Dave touched a finger to one clump of cum, and brought the finger to his mouth to have a small taste of the man he had just serviced.

Dave drove with the window down hoping to dry the cum faster. That was mostly successful as he arrived at the liquor store. It was obvious something was on his shirt, and it would not take someone long to guess what. He had no choice however and walked into the store. There were a few patrons, and one older man gave a wicked grin as he figured out what Dave had done, and was being made to do. Dave cringed inside, but had to complete his errand. A case of beer under his arm, Dave was glad the cashier didn't react even though Dave knew the cashier could tell there was cum on his shirt. Dave doubted he was the only sub the cashier had seen like this, possibly would not even be the only sub today.

As Dave put the beer in the trunk, he heard someone approach from behind him "I'd like to add to the loads you have already."

Dave turned, coming face to face with the man from the store. "Sir, it is not my choice, my Master decides who uses me."

"Then give me your Master's number."

"I am sorry Sir, my Master does not permit that."

The man paused a beat. "I'll make it worth his while."

Dave knew what the man meant. Money. Dave's Master did trade him, but was not into selling his ass. "I'm sorry Sir, my Master has given me instructions. I cannot help you. If Sir will excuse me." Dave moved to get behind the wheel.

"Listen here you faggot, I'd pay good money to tap your ass. Your Master doesn't know what he's passing by."

Dave didn't answer. He didn't have to, Master didn't want him to waste time. The man kept up "I want his number fag, I want to see you with your legs in the air taking my dick up your ass. I want to fuck you until you cry." Dave started the car and began to pull out. The man hit the car with his fist, still insisting on getting the number.

Dave started to his Master's house. Traffic wasn't very heavy so he made good time. Pulling into the garage, Dave put the beer in the fridge there. It would be used for a party later. Dave headed for his room, changed into shorts and a tshirt, and began to clean his leather.

Finishing his own leathers, Dave stretched, letting his joints reset. The newly cleaned leathers were hung in the walk in closet, into the impressive collection. Dave could smell the distinctive scent of cared for leather. This was the best smell in the world to him, it was a be heady in the closet.

Taking himself out of his closet, Dave went down the hall to his Master's room. It was deserted, but the bed showed evidence of recent activities. Master had recently fucked someone on it, and the housework slave had not made it up yet. Aaron probably wasn't behind, as he was diligent. Dave was sure everything would be shipshape by the time Master came back. Aaron was a good boy.

Dave took care of Master's leathers. He took pride in how he kept them, well moistured, gleaming. Dave could tell the envy other Leathermen had when his Master entered. Dave knew he was the reason his Master got that notice. It was effort on his part, but so worth it. Master had his pick of boys attracted to his leathers. Dave had a special warmth in his soul when he as his Master admired.

Dave entered his Master's large walk-in leather closet. Good leather in here, Dave was familiar with the aroma. It was somehow different from how his closet smelt. Dave could never quite decide what the difference was, but it was there.

Dave found the boots his Master had picked out for tonight, taking them to the corner where the cleaning supplies were kept. Although they were already in perfect order, Dave went over every inch. Nothing was to be shortcut when it came to Master.

Once more gleam had been to the gleaming boots with polish and work, Dave took care of the belts, pants, shirt, and finally the jacket for tonight. Each was taken care of lovingly, made even more perfect than before. Dave rose, looking at his work.

Each item was perfectly maintained, kept in pristine condition. Dave's efforts. For his Master.

"Have them ready boy?" Dave turned to see his Master standing in the doorway.

"Yes, Master. Just as you ordered."

"Good, dress me."

"Yes Master." Dave placed the leather shirt onto his naked Master, did up the snaps, then took the pants and knelt to fasten the metal buttons. Master Xavier leaned his large dick into Dave's mouth. Dave automatically began to suck. The finished leather melded with the musk of Master's cock to give Dave added inspiration. And this was his Master's dick, a special dick, one that needed to be taken care of above all others.

Only two thrusts before it was inching down Dave's throat. Xavier knew his boy was used to his dick and did not need to prepare. Half a dozen thrusts into Dave before Xavier withdrew and Dave closed the pants. A belt was added with a shoulder strap before Master sat for Dave to put on socks and the expensive Wesco boots.

"Go get yourself dressed boy." Xavier ordered, turning to exit.

"Yes, Master." Dave carried his Master's jacket and hat, knowing Master would want them before they left the house.

In his room, Dave stripped and used a thick cock and ball bondage unit to constrict his genitalia. Then quickly donned his own leathers. Every bit as fine as his Master's, sometimes even better, Dave was a leatherman through and through. Dave's leather shirt and pants had been custom made for him, before he submitted to Xavier, and Xavier revealed in the exquisite leather Dave possessed almost as much as Dave did. The pants had padded knees. Dave would be kneeling a lot tonight.

Dave picked the leather jacket he would wear tonight. Every line was perfect as Dave looked in the mirror. Dave picked up the heavy leather collar he would wear tonight. Dave usually had a locked chain around his neck. He was wearing it now. The silver links were joined by a matching silver lock. Only Master held the key. It was the symbol of Xavier's ownership of Dave. It always comforted Dave to see it, to feel it. The leather one in Dave's hand would be more obvious at the bar.

The difference between the chain and the leather collars were more than the materials. The depth of ownership or the public display of the ownership. Xavier and Dave both knew the ownership was there, there were only certain times it needed to be publicly displayed.

Xavier had put the leather collar on Dave shortly after they met as a consideration collar. Dave could see where the leather showed use, each memory was etched in Dave's memory.

Dave took both jackets and his collar downstairs. Master was in the lounge, smoking a cigar. Aaron was kneeling beside Master's chair, clad only in leather bondage shorts. Dave saw a cloud of smoke rise as he placed the jackets and knelt before his Master, holding up the leather collar.

Master held the collar in his hands for a few moments, looking at it. Xavier knew what it meant to both of them. A much more obvious display of their bond. The familiar leather encircled Dave's neck. The chain collar stayed on. Xavier's fingers ran across the leather, coming to light on the chain. Dave looked into his Master's eyes. Xavier returned the gaze with compassion and command. Dave felt a chill.

"Aaron boy, we are ready to go." Xavier stood, holding out his hand to assist Dave in rising. From a table, Xavier attached a chain dog leash to the leather collar and lead Dave to the front door.

Aaron had scrambled to open the front door, and when Xavier and Dave passed through, Aaron rushed to open the back of the car for them to take their seats. Aaron quickly got behind the wheel and started on the way to the leather bar.

It was dark outside, no reason to go when the sun was out. Aaron drove smoothly. Dave felt his Master squeeze his leg.

Aaron pulled the car to the entrance to the bar. Aaron scrambled to open the door for Xavier, who slid out. Dave followed, seeing the leash tighten, knowing he had to keep close to his owner. Inside, the low lights did not prevent the prevesave scent of leather, Xavier made his way to a table by a wall with a good view of everything. Dave knelt by the chair his Master occupied.

A waiter in only bondage shorts and boots brought Xavier a beer. They were regulars here. A few came up to speak to Xavier. Some tussling Dave's hair as he stayed kneeling until given an order.

The lights changed, illuminating the stage area. It was impact night, and there would be a few displays. The first were an older couple, well known in the area. The Dom was an expert in bastinado. The sub was quickly bound to a frame and the Dom began to strike the soles with a crop. Dave could tell the sub was putting on a bit of a show for the audience. The sub could take it more quietly than he was giving out. In private he would be different. The spectators wanted to hear him.

The display continued with a flogger and a cane, ending with a series of rapid strikes. By that time, the cries and tears were fully real. Dave could sympathize with the sub who hobbled off the stage. There would be a wheelchair behind the curtain. Walking off was part of the show, but the Dom was not cruel to his sub and life partner.

There was an intermission as the next performance was prepared. A jerk of the leash and a signal from his Master told Dave he needed to suck off the other man at the table. Dave crawled over to obey. This was a familiar dick. At Master's house, at bars. It had been in Dave's mouth a lot. He knew what to do to get it hard, to pleasure it. Dave did not fail in his duty. Any dick but Master's always felt foreign, yet it was not Dave's comfort that mattered.

Dave smiled to himself as he heard the man's words interrupted. This was a game Dave could play in full safety. To pleasure the man so much he had difficulty talking. So Dave played it, using the man's cock as the instrument. A long time leatherman fighting to form words because of Dave's skill.

A skill that was rewarded, as cum flooded Dave's mouth. The conversation above him had been forced to stop. Dave carefully assisted the man in refastioning his pants, then returned to his duty station.

There was an impact session going, and Dave turned his gaze to it. The sub was a youngish twink. The Dom one that Dave (and his Master) did not approve of named Carter. There was something shady about that Dom they had never pinned down. Rough on his boys, and none seemed to stick around long.

There was something odd about this session, something Dave could not recognize until Master put his hand on Dave's shoulder and squeezed. A glance at Master gave Dave the revelation. The boy was not a pain sub. Xavier squeezed tighter. Dave gave a slight nod, every sense on alert.

Pain is not for everyone. Some boys revel in it. Others run from anything more than a mild spanking. This was a fairly heavy flogging, and the reactions were just a hair off. You can force a sub to take pain, it's unethical, but it can be done. When you take or inflict pain, you learn what it does to the body. Someone who likes the pain takes it one way. When the receiver is not into it, the reactions are not the same. The boy on stage was not of the type that wanted to receive pain.

Dave could tell his Master was paying sharp attention. Dave did as well. Some of the way the body twisted, how the yells came out of the boy's mouth. And the tears. The tears struck Dave. Tears of hopelessness. Dave felt for the boy. Not simply the impact, Dave enjoyed impact, and would not wish it on someone not desiring it. If the boy was taking the strikes like he was, he had been beat a lot to get this used to it. And the type of reluctance was far enough back that Dave doubted few, if anyone but his Master and him, could tell what was happening.

The flogging went on for a while. Dave looked up at his Master, to see Xavier was watching with eyes of steel. Dave was sure his Master would be doing something, and it would involve Dave. Dave looked back at the boy on stage. There was a shaking in the restraints that revealed pain and desperation. Dave looked at the marks forming on the boy's body. They would remain a while.

Carter finished and took a bow, briefly speaking to the boy, in almost a parody of aftercare. Dave was further bothered by that, and knew his Master was as well. Carter rushed sending the boy behind stage. Xavier leaned forward and whispered in Dave's ear "Go find out. Be sure." As he unhooked the leash.

"Yes, Master." Dave got up and made his way to the area performers prepared. He looked and appraised the situation. A few people were rubbing ointment on the boy. Dave didn't recognize any of them, so presumed they were new to this. Watching for a few moments, Dave formed a plan and went to the bar. There, he ordered a fruit juice. There was a bondage scene being set up on the stage.

Dave took the juice to the prep area. The boy was curled up on a couch with one of the strangers absently mindly petting his leg. "They are doing a bondage demo out there, looks interesting. I'll take care of him if you want to go out and watch it. Not quite my thing." The two guys looked at each other. "Go on, better than being stuck back here."

"Yeah, sure." One of the guys said, and they both left. Dave sat next to the boy's head, bringing it to his lap.

"You took a lot. Here, have some juice." Dave offered it, the boy shifted his head to look at it, but didn't take it. "Go ahead, it will make you feel better."

The boy sat up, taking the glass in both hands, almost like a child, and drank. Dave could not put his arm around the boy due to the welts raised there. He did gently stroke a mostly unharmed part of the boy's side.

"What's your name?"

"Cody." the boy said, just over a whisper.

"Cody, you don't really want to be here, do you?"

Cody lowered the glass, Dave took it and placed it on a table, putting his hands over the forearms of the still naked boy. "I know I look a little scary, all black leather. You see us, it's not to scare you. It's something else. Something older."