2010-03-17 - lthr_jock - A Close Shave Part 2

Author: lthr_jock
Title: A Close Shave Part 2
Date: 17 March 2010

Over the next few days, Jack found it increasingly difficult to get the dream out of his head. He found himself drifting off at work and while driving his car, he would find himself staring at skinheads and punks that he saw on the roadside. He started driving a tortuous route home, taking the car through a much rougher neighborhood where he could be assured of seeing several of these men that had begun to obsess him. His work began to suffer with Jack making large amounts of mistakes and his manager suggested that he take a few days off as he seemed unfocussed. Jack refused. His manager took him to one side and asked if Jack was having problems at home. Jack vehemently denied this - though the opposite was true.

Jack's wife Lucy was complaining that he wasn't paying her any attention, that he was always exhausted and he never seemed to want to touch her in bed. She also complained that every night for a week she'd had to change the sheets due to Jacks nocturnal emissions - the dream returned every night, with the same result. She blamed overwork and threatened to go to Jack's manager. This was driving Jack insane - and he just didn't know what to do.

A week after the first dream, Jack went to his appointment at the hairdressers. His usual stylist, Yve, was there and gabbled on at Jack with all the ideas he had for his mane of black hair. His usual never-ending stream of drivel dried up when Jack pointed at a picture on the front of a magazine and said, 'I want it like that'. The magazine featured a picture of some American forces in Afghanistan and prominently on the front was a marine with a High and Tight. Yve spluttered and complained but Jack insisted, though in the end agreed to have Yve's version of it. So, half an hour later, he came out with his hair trimmed neatly either side of his head and styled longer with gel on top. It wasn't totally what he wanted, but he felt fantastic at taking what was for him a huge risk.

When he got home, Lucy's icy glare and pursed lips made it clear she did not appreciate his new look. To his surprise, Jack found he didn't care in the slightest. She cold-shouldered him all evening and went to bed early, making it clear that he should sleep in the spare room. Jack watched TV for a few hours, then got a blanket and a couple of pillows to set himself up on the couch in the spare room. As he set up the makeshift bed, he saw the PC was still on - Lucy had been in such a foul mood that she hadn't shut it down. A thought struck him and he opened up a browser window and started some searches.

Within minutes, Jack found himself on sites that he'd never even dreamed about. He downloaded pictures of skinheads and guys with mohawks, feeling his cock uncomfortably tenting his trousers as he did so. He followed some links and soon found pictures of bondage, and men in latex, leather and skin gear. He carried on downloading and following links and finally he found himself on a chat room. There were specialist rooms for almost anything: Skinheads, Bikers, Haircuts, Leather, Rubber, Bondage. Jack had no idea what to try first. He decided to try a couple but found he had to create a profile. He thought hard and created the profile 'Mohawk' and then logged on. The chat seemed a little slow at first, but eventually someone started talking to him and asked if he had any pics. Jack said he didn't and they moved on. This happened a few times and Jack realised he would need to beef up his profile before people chatted to him. Jack decided to think about this and log off for a while - then looked up and realised it was 3am. As he scrabbled to log off, he clicked on the wrong button and a new browser window opened up - this to a site selling all types of gear. Jack was fascinated. He thought about his dream and within minutes he had bought himself a pair of black 30 hole Rangers, a pair of bleacher jeans and a rubber polo shirt. Finally he bought himself a rubber collar, described as a Heavy Slave Collar and a padlock to go with it. He asked for it all to be delivered to him at work.

The next few days were torture. He ignored the curious comments his hairstyle got at work and did nothing but make constant visits to the post room to see if his parcel had arrived. He missed three deadlines and his manager dragged him in for a bollocking. Jack didn't care. Each night he drove home, logged on to the computer and continued surfing. He started talking in the chatrooms and began getting responses. Most wanted to see him, but he made several excuses. A couple wished to meet and he made further excuses. A couple of guys accused him of being a wannabee - and he couldn't really deny it! However, he started to make friends - the sort of friends that kept his cock hard all evening. Jack really couldn't wait for his gear to arrive.

The next day he had his wish. He grabbed the package and immediately went home. There he stripped and opened the package. He slid into the skintight bleachers and slid his already hard cock down the right hand leg where it made an obscene bulge. He had problems with the rubber shirt, it kept sticking as he pulled it on, but finally his upper half was covered in slick black rubber. He pulled on white football socks and then slowly laced the rangers on, loving the strange feel as the stiff black leather covered his legs. He left the collar for later. Instead, he logged on.

He started chatting, telling people about the gear he'd bought. One man in particular, HardTop, was especially interested and started to chatting in private.

'So, wot u bought then?' Jake told him.

'Good. Wearing it now?'

'Yes I am - all except the collar.'

'Well? Wot u waiting for?'

'Doesn't seem much point when I can just undo it.'

'Gud point. Can sort that if u want to?'

'How do you mean?'

'U got any combination padlocks?'

'Yes - got a couple for my bicycle.'

'Get one'

Jack paused.

'Get one NOW.'

Jack scrambled out of the chair, went downstairs and fetched the combination padlock. As he got back to the chair he saw:

'Got it yet?'

'Yes. I have it here.'

'Gud. Turn on your webcam.'

Jack paused again - this was a serious step.

'Well?'

Trembling slightly, he turned on the webcam. He could see nothing from HardTop.

'Right, hold the padlock up so I can see the numbers. Now, press the set button, close your eyes and spin the cylinders. Keep doing that till I tell you to stop.'

Jack did so, eyes screwed shut until he heard a sharp BuZZ from the PC. He opened his eyes to see:

'Press the button again. Now I know the combination and you don't. Collar on.'

Jack grabbed the collar and strapped it around his neck. The rubber was thick and heavy, not light like the shirt. Large D rings hung from it on each side. He slipped the hasp of the padlock through the locking post and gulped. With a jerk he pushed it shut, the click making his cock jump in his bleachers.

'Gud boi. Now - you stay like that for 2 hours. I'll be back then'.

With that HardTop logged off, leaving Jack locked into the collar.