Chance Encounter 2

Author: leathergearboy
Title: Chance Encounter 2
Date: 16 May 2012

I was angry and felt like shit driving back home that night. I couldn't believe what just happened. Everything was going so well, and I blew it. By the time I got home I was exhausted and just went to bed even though it was still fairly early. I woke up the next morning and everything that transpired the night before seemed more like a distant memory or even a dream. It was kinda hard to imagine that it actually happened. But, I knew it did and I felt like crap.

I found the piece of paper with the bartender's number on it. His name, Matt, was also written on it. Funny that I never bothered to ask him his name or did he tell me and I just forgot? I decided I should give him a call and apologize…

Matt answered, "Hello?"

"Hey Matt. This is Michael from the bar last night…"

"Oh. Hey Mike."

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened." I said.

He laughs a bit, "No worries man. That shit happens all the time."

A bit surprised by that response, "Really?"

"Yeah. Don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault anyway, but rules are rules and everyone involved in a fight has to go."

"I understand… makes sense."

"Glad you do." He says.

"So no hard feelings?" I ask.

"None. Don't sweat it."

"That's cool. Was worried that I wouldn't be allowed in again." I say.

"Of course you're allowed back in. Can't throw all the good looking guys out. No one would come back out!"

We both laugh.

"Thanks for that."

He then goes on… "By the way, those two guys you were with…"

"Yeah?"

"…They were pretty upset over what happened." he tells me.

"Fuck! Really?"

"No. Not at you, but over what happened with that other dude."

"Oh? Well, I guess that's good?"

"Yeah, they gave me their number to give to you, if you want it?" He says.

"Eh, I don't know?" Wondering if that would really be a good idea or not.

He gives me their number, but I don't write it down. "So, you gonna be back out tonight?" He asks.

"No, I don't think so. I think I should stay away for a while."

"Oh come on, man. Don't do that. You should come back out."

"Eh, maybe. We'll see." I half-heartedly say.

"Well, I hope to see you out soon, but take your time if you need to."

I thank him and hang up the phone. And vow to myself not to go out again for a while. My life is pretty routine for the next couple of weeks. I do avoid going back up to the city and to that bar. After a while though, I start to wonder what I might be missing and decide maybe it's time to try it again. I decide to go back out on a Friday night, but early again and not stay long. I get myself leathered up and head up to the city. I get there a little after 10pm and the place is the same as I remember. Matt sees me and a huge smile grows on his face. I walk over to my normal spot and he's there to greet me with a beer.

"Hey there! You finally made it back out!" He reaches over the bar and gives me a hug. I think it's a little weird as I don't know him all that will, but it is nice all the same.

"Yeah, I decided it was time again. How've you been?" I say as I hug him.

"I'm good, thanks. It's good to see you back out."

"Thank you. Was getting a bit bored. Thought I'd jump back into it." I give him the money for my beer.

"No. I got your first one." He demands as he slides my money back to me.

"Well, thank you again, Matt" I tip my beer to him and tap the bar with it.

"So, I take it you never called those two guys?" He says. It wasn't so much a question but a statement.

"No, I didn't, why?"

"Not sure what you did to them, but they've been out every weekend asking about you."

"Oh really?" It's always nice to be wanted.

"Yeah. Although they weren't out last night, so maybe they've given up?"

"Oh well. I figured they wouldn't still be interested anyway." I say.

"Oh please. They'd have to be crazy to give up on you. You're still as hot as I remember!" He winks at me.

I blush a little, "Thank you."

"And still have that innocent quality about you. Very hot to find a good looking leather man who can still pull off innocence."

"I prefer to call it naivety." We both laugh. "Jaded comes with experience… I'm sure I'll get there sooner or later."

A few people have stepped up to the bar waiting for drinks, so Matt steps away to work. I lean back against the wall in my normal spot and watch people as they come and go and watch Matt make their drinks. A few people come up to me and chat, but no one I'm really interested in. I start to think Kyle and Jack have ruined my expectations. Just as I think that, they walk in the door, but they're not alone. Directly behind them, on a leash attached to a collar, is another guy. My heart sinks a little. Of course I always had hope they would still be interested, so seeing them with another guy is a little disappointing. Being a realist though I kinda figured they wouldn't wait around or even be interested at this point.

They both see me. At first they have an almost shocked look on their face, but after I acknowledge them and smile, they smile as well and head in my direction.

Jack is first to come up to me and hugs me, "I am so sorry for what happened last time."

"No need for you to apologize. I'm the one that's sorry for causing a scene and getting thrown out of here." I return his hug.

Jack then says, "Are fucking kidding me? That was hot seeing you deck that asshole." Their 'boy' has a horrified look on his face after hearing that.

"Yeah, so much for being submissive, eh?" I wink at Kyle who lets go of the leash to grab me and hug me.

"We both missed you and feel bad for disrespecting your feelings." Kyle says as he hugs me.

"It's okay." I say.

"No, it's not okay." He pulls away and looks me in the eyes, "We can both get a little carried away playing these roles and were upset that you left under such shitty circumstances."

I look at both of them. "Well I will accept your apology, if you can forgive my violent behavior?"

They both thank me and Jack adds, "Of course we forgive you for that. Like I said, that asshole deserved it."

Matt comes up at that point, "Yeah, Michael. Don't worry about that. That guy hasn't been back. I think he was embarrassed. Can I get you guys a drink?" Kyle and Jack tell Matt what they want and get their friend one as well.

"I got those." I tell Matt. He nods and gets their drinks.

"Oh, Michael, this is our friend, Tim." Kyle introduces me to him. "He's an old friend visiting from out of town."

"Friend, huh?" I wink at Kyle and eyeball the leash and collar.

Kyle and Jack smile as Tim tells me, "Yes, we're just friends."

Jack grabs the leash and tugs on it, "Tim didn't bring any leather with him and wanted to wear something. We thought it would be fun to have a collared 'boy' on a leash with us." Tim blushes for some reason. "He's a little bashful about it though."

Tim adds, "Yeah, not really comfortable about wearing it though. But what's a fetish for if not to experience it, right?"

"That's very true." I answer. "I'm still not used to wearing leather out and about, but here I am."

"Yes, here you are." Jack says as he hugs me again. "And we were getting a little worried that we wouldn't see you again."

Tim rolls his eyes, "A little worried!? Are you kidding? They haven't shut up about you since I got here last week!"

Both Kyle and Jack shoot him a dirty, but playful, look. Tim and I both laugh.

"Really!?" I say.

Kyle says, "Yes Michael. We missed you very much and were worried that we may not see you again. We gave Matt our number to give to you. I'm surprised he didn't."

"He did, but I didn't think I should call back."

Jack asks, "Why not!?"

"Thought I needed to stay away, collect myself before coming back out."

"Why didn't you call us tonight then and let us know you were coming out?"

"Didn't have your number. Never wrote it down. Besides, shit has a way of working itself out if it's meant to happen." I winked at Jack.

Kyle says, "Yes it sure does. And this time, we're not letting you get away." He turns Tim around and takes the leather collar off him then wraps it around my neck, buckles it up and locks it on with a small pad lock.

Jack grabs and locks the end of the leash to his police duty belt. "You're not going anywhere without me!" The leash isn't very long, so I'm forced to stand right up against him.

"Very fucken hot!" I whisper to Jack.

"Oh? The collar?" He asks.

"Well, yeah, but I meant being tethered to you." I wink at him.

He flashes me a sly grin before grabbing my head and pulling my lips to his to kiss me. As we're kissing I feel him grab my arms and push them behind my back. A moment later I feel the cold steel of the handcuffs being locked around my wrists.

"Oh, fuck!" I say as I moan.

I hear Tim in the background, "Okay. You two are getting me hard. I need to walk around and scope this place out. I'll catch up with you later."

Kyle steps behind me and positions his leather crotch against my locked hands. I immediately start groping and squeezing the cod piece.

Jack stops kissing and looks at Kyle, "I think we have ourselves a prisoner now."

Kyle says, "I'd say so. What do you think?" He says in my ear.

"Fuck yeah, you do!"

Jack then says, "We have a nice full leather bondage suit to lock you in when we get home. What do you think about being imprisoned in leather by us?"

I nod my head as I feel Kyle reach around me and begin groping and squeezing my crotch. "Yea I can tell he really likes that idea. His dick is as hard as a rock."

"Hell yeah it is! God damned you guys are so fucking hot! I'd love to be your prisoner! Who wouldn't?"

They both just laugh. "That's a good, boy!"