The Apartment part 1 Fred meets Mr Jones

Author: spartan
Title: The Apartment, part 1 (Fred meets Mr. Jones)
Date: 01 October 2012

“Hi, Fred. Just about finished with work?”

“Oh, hi, Mr. Jones. Yes, I’m just wrapping up this assignment.”

“I’d like to ask a favor. My car is in the shop being serviced, and I was wondering if you could give me a lift home.”

“Sure, where do you live?”

“I’ve got a place a block off Hollywood Boulevard in West Hollywood.”

Fred was momentarily taken aback. He thought a minute, and finally said, “I live in Glendale, the other direction.”

“Nonsense. I’ve noticed that on Friday nights you always go to an apartment on Hollywood Boulevard about a block away from me.”

“How did you know that?”

“I just noticed you in the area one day as you were walking into the building. As I walked by I saw your name on the list of apartments. So I figured you lived there. And I’ve seen you a few more times, going there on Friday nights and staying the weekend.”

“Well, I’ve got an apartment for weekends. You’re right. I just got it to do some other business there. I’ve got a computer set up, and I sell things on e-bay as a sideline income.”

“No problem, then. Since it’s Friday night, you can give me a lift home.”

Soon the two were in Fred’s car heading to Fred’s apartment through the Friday night commute traffic.

“You work during the day here at Acme. And then you work on the weekends at your apartment. That doesn’t leave you any time for fun. Don’t you ever take a break?”

“I was hoping to build up enough money to retire early.”

“Also, West Hollywood is a pretty expensive place to have an apartment that you just stay in to work on weekends. Why did you pick that area?”

“Uh, well, why did you?”

“This is where a lot of people live who share an interest that I have. I fit in here. So why did you pick that area?”

“I was also sort of hoping to find someone I could share another side of me.”

“Have you yet?”

“No. I've been reluctant to approach anyone.”

“Maybe we share the same interests. What side of you is that? This, of course, is strictly between us two. I’m good at keeping secrets. After all, I’ll be revealing a part of me that I don’t want to get around at work.”

“Okay. In that case, I’m into leather and bondage.”

“And you haven’t found anyone else to assist you in that? Great! I’d be happy to. I assume you’re a bottom that wants to be put into bondage. I happen to be a top that likes to do that. That’s perfect.”

As they pulled up to Fred’s apartment, Mr. Jones got out and said, “How about if I come by in about two hours. Would that work?”

Fred was thinking this was going awfully fast, but it sounded like he was finally going to get some action. After thinking for a couple of minutes, he finally said, “Yes, that will work. You already know which apartment I’m in. I’ll be ready for you.”

When Fred let Mr. Jones into his apartment, Fred was dressed chin-to-toe in leather. Mr. Jones stepped back, walked around Fred, and finally said, “Nice. I like. Mind if I unzip your top and have a look at the inside?”

“Go ahead. It’s skin-tight leather around the body and neck, rough on the inside, a hard collar reaching up to the chin, and hard leather at the cuffs which zip closed to be skin-tight. The top part zips up from behind, and I use a removable string with attached clip to do that.”

“I can see that. Did you have it custom made?”

“Yes, almost a year ago. Unfortunately I’ve put on about ten pounds since I had it fit, so it’s tighter now.”

“Those are great looking pants, too. Those are heavier leather than you normally see, and also appear to be skin-tight.”

“They are, plus they zip closed at the bottom to hug my legs and ankles. That way they can fit into the boots I’ve got on. These are steel-toed knee high motorcycle boots.”

“Love the entire outfit. Do you have a hood to go with it?”

“I’ve got several. My favorite is a leather one with a built-in penis gag and nose-holes only for breathing. I’m also into breath control.”

Looking around the room, Mr. Jones said, “I like the bed. Metal frame with lots of places on the sides and ends to hook on to, and the black leather sheet covering the mattress is nice.”

“It’s surprisingly comfortable, too. There’s two sheets, so I have one under me and one covering me.”

“What gear do you have? I didn’t know whether I should bring any.”

“I’ve got quite a lot here in this chest of drawers. Lots of leather straps, and a few metal cuffs. I prefer Darby cuffs, so I’ve got a couple of pairs of them for both wrists and ankles. Also a few ropes.”

“How about chastity or butt plugs?”

“I’ve got a locked chastity on my penis right now. I’ve got a couple of butt plugs, but I haven’t worn any.”

“All this gear and clothes, and you haven’t done any bondage?”

“Leather, yes. Bondage, no. Just sleeping in my leathers between the leather sheets in my bed.”

“That’s not bondage. It’s time you experienced it. Show me where the butt plugs are, and drop your pants. Also, tell me where you keep your keys.”

Fred complied, told Mr. Jones he kept all his keys in his right hand pants pocket, and soon Mr. Jones had worked a butt plug up Fred’s ass.

“How does that feel?”

“Uh, my penis wants to get hard, but I’ve got the chastity on.”

“The plug must be touching your prostate, then. Good. Now show me where the Darby cuffs are.”

Soon Fred was lying down on his bed, the top leather sheet pulled aside, his wrists in Darby cuffs in front of him with hands palm to palm, his arms in Darby ankle cuffs above the elbows, his ankles in Darby cuffs, his boots off. A leather strap had been wrapped around his legs above the knees. Mr. Jones then tied Fred’s cuffed ankles to the end of the bed with a rope, pulling it tight. He had Fred stretch himself up to where he was stretched as far as he could be to the top end of the bed. Then he had Fred sit up and strapped Fred’s favorite hood on, making sure the nose holes lined up properly and the gag was placed properly on the tongue, tying the strings tightly in the back and buckling the neck strap tightly on.

Mr. Jones took another rope and pulled Fred’s cuffed wrists up above his head, bent them down and tied them to the bottom of the bed with a rope, pulling them as much as they would go. Fred was now lying on his back on the butt plug, stretched and tied tightly. His elbows were above his nose. For good measure, Mr. Jones brought out another of the leather straps, tied it to one side of the bed, wrapped it around Fred’s stomach, and tied it to the other side of the bed. He stepped back and took a good look, finally pulling up the leather sheet to cover Fred. He tucked the sheet in on the two sides and the bottom, stretched tight. It was covering Fred up to the end of the bed, but was left open at the top. Fred’s elbows kept the sheet above his nose to allow ample breathing.

“Good night, Fred. Sleep tight. See you in the morning.”
Saying that, Mr. Jones got the key to the front door and let himself out, locking the door as he left.

Fred was pleasantly surprised at how helpful Mr. Jones had been. He hadn't gotten to know him, and really didn't know anything about him. He assumed he could trust him, and started having thoughts about what else Mr. Jones brought to the relationship that he hadn't revealed yet. But that can wait. Right now, he was just reveling in his strict bondage.

(to be continued)