Chance Encounter 3

Author: leathergearboy
Title: Chance Encounter 3
Date: 28 May 2012

This first part is the end of part two:
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I am really enjoying being tethered to Jack, whenever he moves around I'm reminded how short the leash is as I'm pulled along by it. I feel very safe in their hands; they are very protective and attentive, constantly hugging, holding, groping me and making sure I am ok. Being in a position where I very dependent on them is really turning me on, which is something I would have never thought I enjoy doing in public. I like needing to ask for more beer and then having one of the 'feed' it to me. It's just an overwhelming feeling being around these two. I am amazed how comfortable I feel with them.

I lay my head on Jack's shoulder and close my eyes taking all these feelings in. I sigh. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me into him. "Are you okay?"

"Better than okay. This is wonderful!" I say. This moment of intimacy is interrupted by the vibration of my mobile phone in my back pocket. "Shit!"

"What's wrong?" Jack asks.

"My damned cell phone is ringing." I struggle to pull it out of my back pocket. I don't pull it out in time, but can twist my head around enough to see that it was work. "Fuck, it's work!" I get to the voice mail and ask Kyle if he could hold the phone up to my ear for me. I listen to it… "Dammit! Figures!"

Kyle can see the disappointed look on my face, "What's wrong?"

"That was work. I have to go in tomorrow morning, early."

"Really? On a Saturday?"

"Yeah, I have to every once in a while."

"Well that sucks!" Says Jack.

"I know. I'm sorry guys, but I won't be able to be your prisoner tonight." I think we're all equally upset over it.

Kyle then says, "It's okay. Hopefully we'll have another opportunity soon?"

Jack adds, "How late do you have to work tomorrow?"

"Oh, usually only a half day, so I'll probably be done in the afternoon."

"And Sundays? Do you ever have to work on a Sunday?"

"No, never. Just some Saturdays."

Jack looks at Kyle, "Well, what if we came down and picked you up after work tomorrow?" Kyle nods his head.

"And then what?" I ask.

Kyle says, "We bring you back up here to our place. Hang out a while, then get you properly geared up as our captive boy and come back out here to show you off?"

"That sounds fucking hot!" I say. "I would love that!"

"Cool! It's a date!" Jack says excitedly and hugs me.

We hang out for a little while longer before I have to get going. I give Kyle and Jack my address and we exchange numbers. I tell them, Tim and Matt goodbye and head out the door.


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part 3 starts here
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Even though I was excited and couldn't stop thinking about spending the rest of the weekend with Kyle and Jack, I slept well that night and awoke feeling rested and in a good mood. Work normally drags on, but this morning it was unusually busy–I rarely found a moment to think about them–before I knew it, it was time to leave. On my way home I gave Kyle a call to let him know I was done.

Kyle answers, "Hello?"

"Hello, Kyle. It's Michael. Just out of work and on my way home."

"Hey, Michael. Good to hear from you." Kyle thoughtfully asks, "How was work this morning?"

I respond, "It was busy; went by fast."

"That always makes for a decent day."

I agree, "Yeah, it sure does."

"Well, It's a little after 3-o'clock now, so we could probably be down to pick you up around…five-ish?"

"Sounds good to me. That will give me time to relax a bit before I clean up."

"Great then, we'll see you soon."

"Can't wait! Bye!" Now I'm starting to feel excited again and wonder what they have in store for me. Last night they mentioned going out to the bar again, but never said anything about Sunday. Before I got my call from work they were alluding to possibly locking me in a leather bondage suit. Maybe I'll get to spend some time in it? Imagining what that might be like is starting to make me horny. I suppress my blissful moment in an attempt to keep myself from setting expectations–I'd prefer to be surprised by events as they unfold rather than disappointed afterwards by something that I hoped would happen, but did not.

I arrive home, have a little snack and rest on the couch awhile before I have to ready, which usually only takes 15 to 20 minutes. When 4:30 finally rolls around I decide I should get my ass up and get started. I take an extra long shower to make sure everything is cleaned properly. While I'm in the middle of brushing my teeth, the doorbell rings. I hurry and finish rinsing my mouth out.

On my way to answer the door I check the time thinking they might be early, but to my surprise it was already a little after 5pm. "Took a lot longer than I thought." I say to myself.

I open the door to greet them and upon seeing them I blurt out, "Whoa!" and stand there staring at them with a surprised look on my face. I'm caught a little off guard; they looked different in the daylight and out of leather, but not in a bad way. In fact, it was a turn on that these two cute, "next door neighbor" types are the same two hot leather studs I knew from the bar.

They both give me a look as if to say, "What was that about?"

I apologize, "I'm sorry! I was just thinking how much different you guys appear outside of the bar and leather…" I continue to look them over, still in disbelief.

Not sure what to make of my hesitation and newfound evaluation of them, at the same time they both ask, "Is that good or bad?"

I shake my head as if I'm coming out of a daze and again apologize, "Sorry. No, it's good! Very good! You look… younger and cute!"

They both sigh with relief and smile. Kyle remarks, "Yeah, the leather, attitude and the dark bar can make people seem more… mature and rugged."

Jack pushes Kyle out of the way and gives me a kiss and a big hug. "Jesus Christ! You had us worried for a moment."

I invite them in, "Come in. Come in. I am really glad you guys could come down."

As Kyle enters he gives me a hug and says, "Are you kidding? We wouldn't miss this opportunity to spend some time with you and get to know you better.

I shut the door and have them sit on the couch as I take a seat in the chair opposite them. Still amazed, "Wow! If I saw you two on the street I wouldn't have noticed you. Well, I'd at least do a double-take before recognizing you."

"That's one reason why I thought it would be a good idea to come down and pick you up, rather than just meet at the bar again." Jack says.

Kyle adds, "The bar can sorta play games with your head. Removing us from the 'leather' element allows us to interact and get to know each other on a more personal level."

"I can understand that and I'm really glad you offered." I smile.

"So, you're really not disappointed?" Jack asks with a worried tone in his voice.

"If anything, I'm even more attracted to you. Very hot knowing you can be both leather studs and cute guys!" I wink at him.

"Really? That's such a relief to hear."

Kyle adds, "Most guys we meet at the bar expect that 24/7. We prefer to play in leather, but just be normal guys the rest of the time."

"Cool. I feel the same way as you guys then, but I can see how some guys might think otherwise when they're out prowling the bar scene and run into you…" then I think for a moment, "I certainly hope you guys aren't disappointed in me then?"

"Take this as a huge compliment, you are exactly the same person." Kyle says as he smiles.

Jacks nods in agreement, "When we first met, you came across very personable and very easy to talk to."

"Not only that, you seemed so relaxed it was contagious; we felt more relaxed and actually fell out of our normal 'leather' character. You were completely genuine, so we had an idea that you were being yourself." Kyle added.

"Well, thank you. I appreciate the compliment. Not being very experienced probably leant something to all of that."

Jack perks up, "It's that damned innocence you exude that is so endearing."

I laugh, "Matt, the bartender mentioned something about that last night."

They laugh with me, "I bet he did."

I look at the time, "Whoa! It's already 5:30, should we get going?"

Kyle says, "Oh! Yeah, we were hoping to get something to eat before we head back up. Perhaps you can show us to a good place, if you're interested?"

"Sure, I'd love to! Let me finish up with a few things and I'll be ready to go. Oh, I assume I'll be staying all night?" I ask.

"That's the plan!"

"Okay, let me pack a few things."

Jack stops me, "You don't need to, we have everything you'll need," and adds a wink.

I run into my bedroom, put my shoes on, grab my wallet and keys, and return to the living room, "All set!"

The three of us leave my place and walk to their car. I'm about to climb into the back seat when Kyle tells me, "You take the passenger seat. Jack can sit in the back."

"I don't mind sitting in the back." I say.

"You're our guest, you get the front."

After we all get situated, I recommend a place and give Kyle directions. We enjoy a decent meal while talking about our every day lives: work, hobbies, family, friends, etc. All the stuff you normally chat about when getting to know someone.

When the check arrives, I offer to pay; after a brief debate they concede when I argue, "It's the least I can do, since you drove all the way down here."

They both thank me. We finish up our meals and get on the road heading up to their place. Along the way we continue to discuss our interests. Kyle then moves the conversation into a more personal direction, "So, Michael, what are you looking for?"

"What do you mean?"

"What were you hoping to get out of going to the bar?"

"Ah, well, ultimately I'd love to find someone to date and eventually a partner. Like I mentioned before, the online scene leaves a lot to be desired. I wasn't having any luck finding anything other than sex…" I wince after realizing what I said and look at them hoping they aren't appalled and attempt to preserve my moral standing, "Not that I did that often mind you."

Jack quips, "Sure."

I turn around and look at him, "Oh, please, do I honestly seem like someone who does that?"

"I'm just messing with you." He smiles as he reaches up and tousles my hair.

Kyle asks, "Well it seems like a long way to go just for that, aren't there any local gay bars in your area?"

"Of course there are, but chances of finding someone kinky–who's interests are more inline with my own–in those places is next to nothing. I've gone down the vanilla path several times and it always ends at a cliff."

Kyle and Jack both nod their heads in agreement, "Jack and I know that path all too well. We were lucky enough to find each other, in a leather bar, several years ago and hit off immediately."

My smile covers up my heart ache, "I am very happy for you two. It gives me hope that I may be as lucky someday."

Kyle seems genuinely interested in my plight, "So what is it exactly that's been your problem in finding Mr. Right online, other than what you've previously stated; people just on looking for sex?"

I think for a moment, "I am an anomaly. In a world of labels and preconceived ideals, I can't be pigeon-holed. Don't get me wrong. I don't think I'm special or unique. Obviously, I am not. There are two other people in this car that I would consider myself to be almost perfectly matched."

They both smile as I continue, "I just think most of the people that go online looking for companionship [in any form] are those that cannot deal with people face to face on a personal and maybe even intimate level especially in a social environment, for whatever reason. Maybe they're shy, self-conscious, have self-esteem issues, still in the closet, specific needs, etc. I'm not knocking the online community, it works for some people."

Kyle then asks, "So how does all that affect you?"

"Hmmm… Well, say you're online looking for someone–anyone–and you run across an ad that reads, 'I'm a submissive white male hoping to ultimately find a kinky Dom partner. I enjoy bondage and control and have a huge leather fetish...' Knowing who I am, would you think that's a reasonable blurb describing me?"

They both take a moment to think about it and agree that it is.

"Okay, now if you've never met me, and you read that ad, would you picture that person to be someone like me?"

Kyle immediately says, "Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"Because there's so much more to you. You're much more complex than what the blurb describes."

"Exactly, so what would be the most likely outcome of our first meeting?"

"I would say for a majority of the people who would read a profile like that, it would be disappointing."

"Why?"

"Because I would be a leather Dom expecting someone completely submissive."

"Yep and that's been my experience, 99.9% of the time. I try to keep an open mind and would like to get to know someone first. That is something I would do before I started any kind of relationship. But, unfortunately what happens, is the other person tries to completely dominate the situation."

From the back seat Jack interrupts, "And yeah, we've witnessed how far someone gets when they try that with you! They make it all they way to the floor!" He laughs.

I laugh as well, "Yeah, again, I am sorry about that."

"Fuck that. It was hotter than hell. I wanted to throw you over the bar and fuck you right there!"

I see a little grin on Kyle's face as he shakes his head.

I blush, "That wouldn't have a good idea. I was furious and a little scared. You probably would've ended up on the ground next to him."

Kyle says, "No doubt."

"I know. I know. I could tell you were over it." Jack says.

"I think once people build an image of you in their mind, it's hard for them to accept any other version of you. Online doesn't allow much room for personality to work its way into that building process, therefore most meetings go south. And it really sucks after you've spent two weeks working towards setting up that meeting…" I think for a second, "it's lost time. I've noticed the same thing happens in the bar as well, except it happens almost immediately so it's not quite as depressing."

Kyle agrees, "That's very true."

"People expect roles to be constant, that is to say always on. But, I'm not like that, and I don't expect it."

"So what is submission to you and when is it on?" Kyle asks.

"Hmm…Me being submissive towards someone has a lot to do with my desire to be with that person. Before that happens, I need to get to know that person. If things click, I can relax a bit and feel comfortable, which enables me to give up and let go of certain feelings and become selfless. The stronger that bond or relationship grows, the deeper the desire becomes to make that person happy. I think less about myself and more about the other person, ergo, I'm much more willing and happy to let that person take control."

Jack wonders, "So, what does that say about how you were feeling last night?"

"Exactly what you think it says. I wouldn't be in this car right now, if it meant anything less."

Kyle smiles and looks at me, "And we wouldn't have come down to pick you up if we didn't feel the same way."

Jack, never shy of being straightforward, asks, "So, Michael, what do you think about relationships with more than two people?"

"Quite honestly, Jack, I don't have much faith in them."

Jack seems more than a little disappointed in my answer, "Why the hell not?"

"Well, it's hard enough trying to sustain a relationship between two people, throwing a third in would make it more complicated which would increase the chance of failure."

"True, but do you think there's a chance one could work?"

"Of course it could, but it would take a very special group of people."

"Such as…"

"Well, first of all, there couldn't be any jealous types in the bunch. Depending on the circumstances, at least one person would have to be completely selfless, however they would all have to remain equals within the relationship."

"How could they all be equal if one or more were submissive?"

"They would all have to be at the same level of happiness. Each would be getting what they wanted from it and each would be able to give what they needed to it; emotional levels are always the same, or within bounds."

Kyle then asks, "Why do you feel at least one person needs to be submissive?"

"It's easier to get two people to compromise with each other than it is to get three people to agree on something. If that third person is selfless, submissive, or indifferent, then your back down to just two people who need to make the decision."

Kyle looks at me, "You are an unusually level-headed, down-to-earth person."

"Why do you say that?"

"Your mind seems to be perfectly balanced between emotions and logic, desire and honesty."

"Really? You don't think over-analytical might be more appropriate?" We all laugh.

"Well, yes, you are analytical, but not negatively so. Most people who are analytical usually end with conclusions that have a negative connotation that dissuade themselves from opportunities. You seem to allow emotions to play a part in the process and can see through to possibilities that open up opportunities to yourself."

Jack from the back, "What the hell are you talking about?"

I smile, "I think he's referring to my feelings towards polyamorous relationships; how I have little faith they can actually work, but am open to the idea if the opportunity were to present itself under certain circumstances. As evidenced by my being in the car with you two rather than at home waiting Mr. Right to knock on my door."

"Huh?"

Kyle tells him, "He's saying he'd like us to be friends with benefits, but is open to something more serious."

I turn to Jack, "What I am saying is, instead of continuing to look for Mr. Right, I'm more than happy to just hang with you two and see where things go."

I can see it sinking in as a huge smile spreads across his face. He leans forward and whispers into my ear, "Be careful, boy. If I had my way it would be a done deal already!"

I reach up, grab the back of his head and give him a little kiss, then whisper back, "I know that. I'm watching where I step."

He kisses me back and we start making out–not hot and heavy, but more sensual; lightly pressing our lips together, then sliding them across each other, slightly parting them just enough to allow the tips of our tongues to touch, gently rubbing our noses together, breathing steadily turning into gasps and sighs.

He says, "You better watch out for those egg shells."

In the middle of a kiss, I say, "Crunch."

With my lips still pressed against his, I can feel him smile. He moves away enough to turn to Kyle, "Yeah, we're going to have to take care of this one and make sure he doesn't get away from us again."

Kyle says, "You're damned right about that!" I feel his hand on my knee and then he gives it a squeeze, "At least now, we know where he lives."

I start laughing and push Jack back into his seat, "You guys are too fucking hot!"

We have a moment of silence to think about all the things we've, or actually, I've said. Kissing Jack has got me horny and I start thinking about what's to come.

I break the silence, "So what's the plan for tonight?"

Kyle says, "We thought it would be fun to take you out to the bar."

"Yeah, it's been long time since we had a proper boy with us that we could show off." Jack adds.

I'm a little concerned, "What do you mean by show off?"

"Not anything like what you're probably thinking. I meant, be seen with us." He then adds, "There are several things you can count on with us when we're out. First of all, if you're with us, then you're only with Kyle and I. We don't share, we do not allow touching of any kind. Second, if you're restrained in anyway that YOU cannot defend yourself, one of us will always be by your side. Third we do not get into public sex. Yes, we enjoying groping and making out, but there will never be any sexual intercourse of any kind."

I feel very relieved, "That's all good to know and makes me feel much better."

Jack then asks, "Anything else you'd like to know?"

"I can't think of anything. I would like to make something clear though, before I embarrass you while we're out, if I am out with you two, I am only out with you two. Others might see me being submissive towards you both and I wanna make sure you understand that submission does not extend anywhere beyond you, to any other person, I don't care who they think they are. I'm sure I'll be more than willing to do anything either of you say or want me to do, just do not ask me to submit to anyone else and expect me to do it."

Kyle says, "We completely understand. You've made it clear to us and we're more than happy to accept and respect that and never would ask it of you."

"Thank you. And, I promise I will be my normal, polite self… at least until there's a reason not to be."

"We know you will. We've seen how you handle people. You are very, no, extremely patient with them. But if you feel the need to be…honest, then be all means do so. Just promise not to stomp anyone?"

I laugh, "I promise. That won't happen if you guys are around all the time."

Jack with an evil grin, "Tonight is going to be fun!"

It wasn't much longer until we got to their place–a really nice place, "Damn! Nice place guys."

"Thanks!" Kyle says. "I've had it for about six years and Jack moved in maybe three years ago. We like it."

We pull in the garage and all get out of the car. Jack immediately comes up behind me and gives me a long hug, before Kyle leads us inside. Kyle goes off to get us something to drink while Jack gives me a tour of the house. We end up in the living room and Jack pulls me down on to the couch next to him. Kyle walks into the room from the kitchen and hands us are drinks.

"It's already 8:30" he says, "We need to think about getting ready."

"So soon?" I ask.

Jack looks at me, "It takes a while to get into those uniforms."

In what would be called a daze again, I think about those two hot leather cops at the bar… "For some reason, I lost that connection?"

"Huh?" Jack has a puzzled look on his face.

"I don't know why, but for some reason, maybe because we spent the evening together, I haven't even thought about all of that and completely removed that image of you guys from my mind."

Kyle sits down next to me on the couch and raises his glass to mine, "To me, that's a good sign."

Jack raises his glass as well, but doesn't understand, "How's that?"

I say, "Spending this time together, I've got to know you for you, aside from the horny leather image of you I had before."

"Cheers to that! But you better prepare yourself to see that horny image again."

I grab my crotch, "Oh, I am!"

We all laugh.

Jack wraps his arm around me and pulls me into him, "Yeah, well wait 'til you see what we have planned for you."

"What? I'm not going in my jeans and t-shirt?" winking at him, knowing full well that they plan for me to go in some of their leather.

"Not even close!"

"I'm sure." I say.

As it approaches 9-o'clock Kyle gets up, "We need to start getting ready."

Jack then gets up too and tells me, "Be right back…" They both walk out of the room leaving me. I get up and walk around looking at the knick-knacks and artwork in the room. A moment later Jack returns holding a pair of pants and combat boots.

He hands them to me, "Here, put these on and leave your t-shirt on." He then sets a little bag down on the table, "lock these on when you're done."

I look at the bag and can see it is full of small padlocks. I look up at Jack and smile. He winks and walks back out of the room. I set the boots down and look over the pants and quickly realize they are a pair Mr. S chastity/bondage pants. "Nice!" I think to myself. I strip out of my clothes and put them on. I get my dick and balls through the hole at the crotch and get the front flap zipped up. I tuck in my t-shirt, then run the waist belt through each of the zipper pulls and use two of the padlocks to secure it. I sit down and put the boots on first before locking up all the straps down my legs. After I'm done I notice there's a padlock left. I look up and down the pants, and when I reach around back and run my hand over my ass I realize there's a zipper running up the back and a locking post at the waist to lock the zipper pull to, so I lock it up.

I look down at the pants and start running my hands over the leather, groping my crotch, squeezing my hard cock locked up under the leather, grabbing my ass. The leather is definitely making me horny. I sit back down on the couch and wait for them to finish up. After a while I get a little bored and decide to turn the TV on. I don't normally watch TV, so I just flip through the channels. I must've gone through the all channels several times when I hear them approaching the living room. Them in their uniforms are still an unbelievable site.

"God damned! You guys are walking wet dreams!"

They both smile. Jack does a little twirl, "You approve?"

I laugh, "Fuck yeah, I approve!" I notice Kyle's got something in his hands, "What's that?"

Jack says, "The rest of your outfit for the evening."

"Come over here." Kyle orders me.

"Yes, officer." I get up and walk over to Kyle.

"Hold your arms out in front of you."

As I do Kyle slides the leather over my arms. It's then I realize it's a leather straight jacket, "Fucken hot!!!"

Kyle moves behind me and begins buckling up all the straps.

"You like?" Jack says as he comes up to me and starts kissing me.

"Hell yeah I like it! Very hot!" I wrap my leather encased arms around him as we make out.

I feel Kyle's hand tapping the back of my thigh, "Spread your legs a bit." I then hear him tell me. After I move them apart he reaches through and grabs the crotch straps of the jacket and buckles them nice and tight. "Alright you two, enough with the kissing. Michael cross your arms." Jack grabs the straps at the of the sleeves and passes them to Kyle. While Kyle buckles them together, Jack buckles up the strap that wraps around my forearms in the front–pinning my arms down.

Kyle grabs me and pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me. "Looks like we have us a prisoner, Jack." I turn to look him in the face and kiss him.

"Yes we do!" Jack says. He steps up against me and joins in on the kissing.

'Fuck this is so hot' I think to myself.

"Question is, what do we do with him?"

Kyle, in the middle of grinding his crotch into my ass, "I got an idea." Then pushes me down on my knees. I look at both of them looking down at me, eyes full of lust. They wrap on arm around each others backs, bringing their crotches closer together. The fucking sound of the leather is making me crazy and the smell is intense! Kyle grabs the back of my head and pushes face against their leather bulges.

"This has to be the horniest fucking thing I've ever done." I say as I rub my face against the leather. I can feel their hard cocks throbbing underneath. Jack reaches over and unsnaps Kyle's cod piece. His cock pops out and slaps my cheek. I immediately take it in my mouth. Jack then holds my head against his crotch while Kyle fucks my mouth. I can feel Jack's hard cock as he begins humping the side of my face. I am so fucking horny, I'm teetering on the edge. I start shaking my head and pull away from them. "We have to stop."

At the same time, they both say, "Why?"

"Because, I'm about to shoot and if we keep this up I'm going to lose it!"

They both smile. Jack says, "So you enjoyed that then?"

"Fuck yeah, I enjoyed that! Holy shit!"

Kyle moves in closer and starts slapping my face with his cock. "Not nice to stop in the middle." rubbing it against my lips. "Take a breather, boy, but this is going back in."

I look up at his smiling face, "That's not helping my situation at all!"

He laughs and starts snapping his cod piece back up. "I know, just messing with you. It can wait until we get back." He pats me on the head and helps me to my feet. They both start kissing me again and I feel on e of them groping my crotch.

Jacks says, "My, my. He is pretty fucking hard." and smiles.

"Yeah. I am. What did you expect?"

Kyle slaps my ass, "Okay. We need to get going."

They put me in the front and get the seat belt around me, then we make our way to the bar.