Chance Encounter 1

Author: leathergearboy
Title: Chance Encounter
Date: 14 May 2012

Second story... I think I need to get laid soon... LOL
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Tonight was going to be the night. I convinced myself that if I ever want to find a kinky partner I was going to have to head up to the city and check out one of the leather bars. I've searched online and even met a few guys, but there's something odd about meeting that way - feels more like a booty call rather than dating. Unfortunately, I've always been too afraid to go to the leather bars. Most likely due to the fact that I don't live a leather lifestyle, just like kinky sex. Anyway, it was a Thursday evening, so I figured it wouldn't be too crowded; a nice quiet way to break myself in. I decided to dress in jeans, t-shirt and a leather jacket, which is something I would wear to any bar, so I was perfectly comfortable. I headed out the door around 9PM, figured it would take an hour or so to get up to the city, so it would still be early and hopefully not busy. I made it to the bar a little after 10PM and was extremely nervous. I almost decided not to go in and just head to a regular gay bar, but figured I made the trip I should go in and at least have one beer.

The bar was dark and empty. There were a few guys, but nothing I was interested in. I found a seat at the bar in a corner at the back of the place. It gave me a good view of the door, so I could watch every one come in. I ordered a beer and made small talk with the bartender who seemed rather bored at the moment. I asked if the place got busy at all, he said there's usually a decent crowd, but not until 11:30pm or midnight. Over next hour I had a few more beers and watched as the place began to pick up. There was a good 20 to 30 guys here now, but nothing that really caught my eye. During that time a few guys sat down next to me and started up a brief conversation before losing interest and moving on. I'm not sure if I'm coming off the wrong way or what, but I seem to be turning off people rather than making friends? Maybe the bar scene wasn't much difference than the online scene?

I wasn't paying much attention to the door at the time, so I didn't see them walk in. The first time I laid eyes on them, I thought I was gonna shoot load on the spot. I've fantasized about guys dressed in leather police uniforms, but never thought I'd actually see anyone in person, much less two guys in the same night. They were identically dressed; full leather, jacket, shirt, tie, breeches, tall shiny boots, gloves, wide cop belt with shoulder strap and all the equipment cases including a night stick and what appeared to be actual guns!? (Didn't think that was legal?) Anyway, they were standing just inside the door casing the place, like they were looking for someone. I watched as they made their way to the bar. The bartender was directly in front of me washing glasses, so I told him I wanted to buy their drinks. He looked up and saw who I was talking about and turned to smile at me.

I watched as he got the officers their beers. They both turned to me and raised them in the air to thank me. I did the same to welcome them. They made their way to a dark corner of the bar behind me and out of my casual line of sight. Damn! I thought to myself, wanted to get a better look at those uniforms. Oh well. I asked the bartender about them and he didn't really know much. Said he's only seen them in here once or twice before. Not long after that I was reminded why online has its good points - the seat next to me was once again freed only to become home for what I would call a troll. I'm not a shallow person. I don't mind talking to all types. But what I can't stand is drunk, crude guys. Want to pay me a compliment, cool. But let's not drag it out and repeat it over and over and then get touchy feely when there clearly wasn't an invite. I could see the bartender was watching and laughing as I started rolling my eyes at everything this guy was saying. I didn't feel threatened, just getting really annoyed. Especially when he went to grab me or hang on to me, I would just politely push him away.

I had my head turned in an attempt to let this guy know I wasn't interested, when I felt him push up against and ask, "Could I buy you a beer?"

"Fuck no!" I half yelled as I turned to look him in the eye to make sure he understood me loud and clear. But when I turned I didn't see the troll, all I saw was a mass of black leather standing next to me. It was one of the uniformed guys. "Shit! I'm sorry, I thought…"

He started laughing, "Yeah, I figured that was meant for this mess here."

"Yes, it was. Thank you for cutting in." I tapped his beer bottle with mine.

He held out his hand and introduced himself, "Kyle"

I took it and shook it, "Very nice to meet you, Kyle. Michael."

"Can I buy you a beer?" He asked.

"No. No. I don't think so." I said. "I owe you another one. We're two for zero."

"Two for zero?" He had a puzzled look on his face.

"Yeah, first you come in here wearing those extremely hot uniforms, then you cut that ass off. And I've done nothing for you, so I can at least buy you two another beer."

"Well the night is still young, maybe we'll find something you can do for us?" He winks at me. He then motions for his partner to come over as I buy another round of beers for us. I scoot my bar stool as much as I can. Doesn't leave much room as the wall is right there, but figured being up against them wouldn't be such a bad thing. "Michael, this is my partner Jack." He has a stern look on his face as he approaches, but relaxes a bit after we're introduced and shake hands. Now I'm surrounded buy these two hot leather men and can get a good look at them. By this time, I'm drowning in the smell from all the leather, trying to contain my composure. Not only that, the sound of their leather creaking and stretching is deafening.

"If you don't mind me saying, those uniforms are extremely horny and you both wear the leather well."

They both thanked me, then Jack says, "So, you like leather then?"

"Oh, yeah. For as long as I can remember, I've always had a huge leather fetish…"

Kyle adds, "It is a very erotic material."

I agree, "Yes, it is. It is stimulating to all my senses; look, feel, smell, sound…"

Jack looks me up and down, "I noticed you're not wearing any yourself?"

"Well, I did bring my leather jacket…" I reach down and pull the arm of the jacket up so they can see it. "but since is my first time here, I didn't want to over do it, ya know? Not until I could at least check the place out."

Kyle nods his head, "We can definitely understand that. We don't come here often. Not so much into the bar scene and online is full of fakes and players."

I'm a bit surprised by that, "I agree, which is why I'm here tonight. Been fucking around online long enough and getting frustrated. Thought I'd check out the bar scene."

Kyle looks up and around, "So what do you think of it so far?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Seems like a nice place, most of the people are a bit stand-offish or disinterested for some reason? Feels like a live action version of what you get online - people just looking to screw."

They both smile. Jack says, "That's what we've noticed. Most people we try to meet are very intimidated by us."

"Well, two hot guys, fully clad in leather, police uniforms no less… I can't imagine why?"

They look at each other and laugh. "But you don't seem to be intimidated at all."

I think for a moment, "Well, let's just chalk that up to ignorance and inexperience. I'm sure if I knew any better, I'd be cowering in your presence." We all laugh.

Jack places his hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze. I pretend to ignore it. "I suppose that is the image we try and portray. So we can only blame ourselves."

"Eh, don't blame yourself. People interact with others based on a preconceived notion of what they want."

Kyle asks, "What do you mean?"

"If they're intimidated by you, then they're probably interested in being dominated by you as well. And the reverse is true as well. If you want people to be intimidated by you, then you're probably looking for someone to submit to you."

Jack then asks, "So, you wouldn't be interested in being dominated by us, then?"

I look at both of them, "Ok, now I'm intimidated!" and wink.

We all laugh again.

I then say, "I didn't come out with any expectations of 'hooking' up with anyone, just wanted to meet people. Besides, you two came in together, so I figured you were just out to be out and not necessarily interested in 'hooking' up either."

Kyle stares at me for a moment, "Yeah, we were watching you most of the night trying to size you up."

Intrigued that they were interested in me, "Oh? And what did you come up with?"

Jack slides his hand over my neck to my other shoulder. "That's just it! We couldn't figure you out. That's why Kyle came over."

"Ah, I see. And now?"

Kyle says, "Well, still a difficult read."

"Hmmm… Well you could just ask me? However, I agree, it is much better to try and figure things out."

Jack squeezes my shoulder again, "Yes it is."

I look at him, "Okay, let me try."

"Try what?"

"To see if I have figured you guys out."

They both look at each other, "Sure."

"You were both caught off guard when I bought you a beer and then didn't join you in the corner. This intrigued you, which is why you were trying to size me up. Again, when you came over you were also caught off guard that I wasn't intimidated and turned out to be fairly personable. I'm guessing you are out hoping to find someone submissive to have a little fun with and maybe even thought for a moment that I might be that person?"

They both smile as I continue… "But, now that you've both met me and got to know me a little bit, you've lost interest in that scenario and are just enjoying the conversation?"

They look at each other and laugh. Kyle says, "We have to admit, that's pretty damned close."

Jack adds, "Although you're wrong about losing interest. I'd say we're even more interested."

Kyle jumps back in, "It's very rare that we find someone that we are genuinely interested in. It's a nice change of pace to find someone who we can actually talk to."

"Well, I must say, it's nice change of pace to talk with someone I can drool over!" I wink at them.

Jack slides his hand down my chest and starts sliding his fingers over my nipple. "You're not exactly chopped liver yourself. I bet you look great in leather!"

"Guilty!" They smile as I laugh. "Eh, I guess I look okay in leather."

Kyle says, "We'd definitely like to find out sometime!"

"Hmm… Will you guys be out tomorrow night?"

"We hadn't planned on it, but if you're going to show up, we could make an exception." They look at each other and nod in agreement.

"Cool! I'd be willing to come all the way back up." I say.

Jack asks, "Well how far do you live?"

"About an hour or so south of here."

"Wow! That's quite a haul. We'd definitely have to come out and make it worth your while then!?" Jack says as leans in and plants his lips on mine and starts kissing me. I feel his hand slide down my torso and grab my cock. "We should lock this up in chastity to make sure you come back up."

"That would be hot!" I say.

"You'd like that would you, boy?"

Caught up in the moment I just blurt out, "Oh, yes Sir."

He pulls away and smiles at me.

Kyle looks at me, "Good then. I guess we'll see you tomorrow night."

"Yep. For sure. I'll try and be here same time." I say.

I stand up to say goodbye and Jack hugs me from behind. Kyle then leans in and kisses me, "Be sure that you are." He winks and they both leave.

I sit back down to finish my beer and the bartender comes up to me with a huge grin on his face, "Not bad for a first timer!"

"Yeah, they were pretty fucking hot!"

"Are you kidding!? Every guy in the place was watching you guys."

"Well maybe watching them." I say.

"Why didn't you leave with them? You let them get away."

"I'm meeting them back here tomorrow night."

"Your drinks are on me tomorrow then!" He says. "If you get them to come back, I'll be sure to have a decent crowd trying to build up enough liquid courage to approach them!"

We both laugh. I finish my beer, say good night and thank the bartender. The drive home was long, my sleep time short and the next day at work seemed to last forever. All I've thought about was going back up to the bar and meeting up with them again. It was very distracting. As the night approached I could feel myself becoming excited, like a giddy little school girl. I was fast becoming disgusted with myself. LOL Anyway, I got myself dressed in my short-sleeved leather shirt, leather pants and leather boots. I also put on two leather wrist bands. I liked the look, so I decided not to wear my leather jacket. I left around the same time, hoping my seat would be available when I got there. It was a little busier than the previous night, but was happy I could park my ass in the same spot. I got a few looks as I walked through the bar, but was more interested in saying hello to the bartender. He had a beer waiting for me when I approached my spot.

"Hello again!" He said.

"Thank you." I said as I went to pay him for the beer.

"No. No. This is on me." He pushed my money back over to me.

"Well, not sure they're actually going to show up, so I don't' want to put you out."

"Not a problem. Besides, if they don't show up to meet up with you again they're stupid. You look great!" I noticed he was looking me up and down as I walked through place.

"Well, Thank you again." I smiled. "They mentioned they wanted to see how I looked in leather, so I told them I'd be out tonight."

"Fits you great!" he winks at me.

"You think?"

"Yeah, me and everyone else here. They were all looking at you as you walked by them."

I started to blush a little, "Oh please."

We both laugh.

I noticed the bar stools were gone. "Where are the stools?"

"It gets kinda crowded on Fridays, so we put the bar stools away. They just tend to get in the way."

"Oh, ok. Makes sense, I guess." I position myself so my back is against the wall and I can look out at the entire bar. The place begins to fill up fairly quickly and I start getting a little uncomfortable - never did like crowds. A few people approached me and chatted, but like the night before they quickly lost interest when I told them I wasn't really interested or looking for sex at the moment. There was one cute kid who seemed very interested in leather and bondage, but extremely nervous at the same time. He said he didn't have much experience at all. We kinda hit it off because of my inexperience at being out in a leather bar. He asked a bunch questions and which sites were online that he could go to and gave him a couple of suggestions. As I was telling him something I could see his eyes look behind me and get very wide. I turned to see what he was looking at, it was Jack and Kyle in their leather police uniforms again.

I smile, "Well hello!" I reached out to shake Kyle's hand first. "Glad you guys could make it back out." Then shake Jack's hand. I then turn to introduce the kid to them, but find that he is no longer around.

They both started laughing, "I think we scared your friend off?"

"Yeah, must be that intimidation thing you were talking about." I said.

"Fuck me!" Jack says, "Speaking of intimidation, you look hotter than hell."

Kyle agrees, "He sure does."

"Well not nearly as hot as you guys." I say as I wink at them.

Jack turns me a round and grabs my ass. "Bullshit! Leather fits you perfectly."

"Thank you, guys." I blush a little, not used to the compliments. "Well, I'm glad you approve."

"We were worried you wouldn't be able to make it." Kyle says.

"Oh please, if I didn't show up you wouldn't have any problem finding someone else."

Jack puts his arm over my shoulder and says to me, "We're not interested in anyone else. We only came out to see you."

I tease, "Well, isn't that a sweet sentiment!"

Kyle says, "It's true though. Like we said yesterday, we don't come out very often, but you definitely caught our interest enough to come see you again."

I just stare at both of them for a moment, not sure what to make of what's going on, "Hmmm… Look guys, I'm not the insightful smart ass I pretended to be last night, so I'm not exactly sure what your intentions are or what exactly you're interested in."

Kyle says, "First and foremost we want your friendship, because we want you to be able to trust us."

Then Jack adds, "But we also want you." He pushes me against the wall and starts making out with me. I can feel his cock getting hard as he grinds his crotch into me. I wrap my arms around him. As I do, I feel Kyle grab each of my hands and push them into something. I can feel that they are mitts of some kind and let out a small moan. When Jack pulls away from me I lift my hand up to see that Kyle has locked leather bondage mitts on me.

"Nice!" I say as I look at them.

Kyle says. "Those will make sure you keep your hands off other guys!"

Jack grabs my crotch, "We want you all to ourselves."

I look Jack in the eyes and groan. I then look around and notice all the guys watching us. I feel a little self-conscious and immediately put my hands down.

"What's wrong?" Kyle asks.

"I'm just not used to having an audience."

Both Kyle and Jack look around to see what I'm talking about. "Oh yeah, I guess it is a bit easy to get carried away when you're focused on something or someone." Kyle backs off a bit giving both Jack and I a little room to move around.

The bartender brings me another beer and reach to grab it, so quickly forgetting about the mitts. I have to use both to pick it up and take a drink. He of course notices the mitts and flashes me a huge smile and a wink. Kyle goes to pay for the beer, but the bartender tells him it's already taken care of.

Kyle looks at me quizzically as Jack squeezes me and asks, "So who's the secret admirer?"

I laugh, "There's no secret admirer. The bartender told me last night, if I showed up with you two again, he'd pay for my beers."

Kyle asks, "Why would he do that?"

"He mentioned something about it being a good night for him last night. Said he thought it had something to do with staying busier longer, because of guys watching us - or more specifically, watching you two hotties!" I winked at them.

"Maybe he should be paying for all our beers?" Jack said.

"I'll buy drinks for you guys, if you want!"

"No one is buying drinks, except me." Kyle says as he gets the bartenders attention. "I appreciate you wanting to get Michael's beers, but tonight I'm buying." He slips the bartender a twenty dollar bill. The bartender looks at me and I just shrug my shoulders and hold my hands up, again forgetting about the mitts.

The bartender tells Kyle, "Sure thing, Sir. I didn't mean…"

"It's okay. Just make sure I'm the only one who pays for his beers tonight. No one else." He reaches behind me and grabs me by the belt at the small of my back and pulls me towards him. "Like we said, you're all ours tonight and I want to make sure everyone knows it." He leans into me and kisses me.

I kiss him back, "Well, I think Jack the leather monkey here hanging all over me the entire night has already made that clear."

Both Kyle and I laugh and Jack smiles and whispers into my ear, "Believe me, boy. There are many other ways I can make it a lot more obvious."

I turn to look at him, "I'm sure there are."

"Besides, you can't tell me you aren't enjoying it." He reaches down and gropes my crotch and squeezes it few times.

"Of course, I'm enjoying this. Who wouldn't enjoy the attention of two hotties like you?" I reach down and rub my mitt over his cod piece. I can feel his hard cock through all the leather. He groans and reaches around my head, covering my mouth with his gloved hand and pulls my head back and to the side. He starts nibbling and biting my neck. I look over at Kyle who is just staring at me intently, tugging at my belt.

After Jack ceases his assault on my poor neck. I turn to Kyle. "Can you reach in my left pocket and grab my credit card." He just looks at me funny. "Please, Sir." I wink at him. He smiles and starts digging in my pocket and puts the card on the bar. I signaled for the bartender to come back down when he got a moment. As he approaches I slide the card towards him. He immediately looks at Kyle who doesn't respond. "Take this card and start a tab. Anyone who asks to buy me a beer, please let them know that my drinks are already covered by my correctional officers here." Well all laugh at that. "But also let them know I appreciate the offer and would like to instead buy them a drink." I can feel Jack and Kyle looking at each other wondering what I was doing. The bartender again looks at Kyle, who doesn't say anything.

Kyle does however turn to me, "What are you doing?"

"Look, I appreciate you wanting to buy my drinks, and the fact that you want to be the only one to do so turns me on, but I'm new here. I'm basically a nice guy and I don't know these people. I don't want to come off as some stuck-up asshole and flat out refuse drinks from someone who might also just be a nice person."

Jack looks at me and says, "Why would it matter? What do you care?"

I just look at him and say, "It always matters to me and I always care. If I didn't or it didn't, I wouldn't be here talking to you."

Jack says, "You're here now because we want you here. Has nothing to do with what you want."

I turn to look at Kyle, who shows nothing on his face and turn back to Jack, "Are you fucking kidding? You think locking mitts on me means you own me? You think because I came out to see you guys, I'm all yours? I'm not that simple or that fucking easy."

Kyle grabs Jack and pulls him away from me… "We would never make any of those assumptions. Of course we appreciate your respect of their feelings."

I push both of them aside and order another beer. Still locked in mitts, I tell them i want to be left alone for a few moments. They walk away. As soon as they do some other person walks up next to me. I don't even notice until he starts grabbing me. I turn to look at him and tell him I'm not really interested in anything at the moment. He says he's sorry, but after a few moments he grabs me again. I give him a nasty ass look and he keeps it up. I finally tell him to fuck off, but he just stares at me and tells me something about the fact I have the mitts on. The bartender notices I'm a little more than frustrated, so he comes over and asks if I'm ok. I tell him to tell this asshole that I just want to be left alone. This fucken dude still doesn't get it and grabs me again. I look at the bartender and he yells at the guy and just shrugs his shoulder. Then this asshole grabs one of my mitted hands and says, "What are you going to do?"

So I hauled off and decked him with my other hand. He hit the ground and I stepped on his neck. I saw Kyle and Jack, who happened to be watching and motioned for them to come back over. I told them, "Take these fucken mitts off or take care of this asshole." They were actually kinda scared at that moment, but I didn't care. As they picked the guy up the bouncer came over and asked what was going on. So I told him what happened. He said it didn't matter, we both had to leave. I told him to make sure the other guy was gone first then I'd leave. He did. Kyle removed the mitts and I left shortly after that. Before I left the bartender gave me his number. I just assumed both Kyle and Jack were a little more than put off by whathappened. At the time though, I didn't care. I was just upset that I let myself get stuck in a situation like that and didn't think about anything afterwards.