an Old School boy

Author: taxem
Title: an Old School boy
Date: 05 January 2004

I don?t know where I stand in the sense of Old School leather and the new leather scene. I think I am somewhere in the middle. While I don?t feel that I am ready for the 24/7 ownership expected of the Old Guard, I have to respect and admire the strict codes of courtesy and respect, not to mention the discipline and training. A boy and his Master had an actual relationship that was based on more than just sex. It was mutual. A mutual admiration of each other and a mutual respect of each other?s limits. The play, though usually rough and demanding, was done with love and compassion. The new leathermen are more into play for the sake of play. Versatility seems to be key to their roles in the new scene. There seems to be no commitment, no compassion. I have found recently that there are a lot of leathermen who simply enjoy wearing leather. While there is absolutely nothing wrong with that, I need more. I want more. I love the look, feel & smell of leather but I need more substance to my play sessions. I am tired of meeting men who simply like to wear their ?gear? but have never played in it. A wannabe Top man who goes out wearing a collar & restraints is almost too amusing for someone like me. A big part of me wants to run over and try to ?educate? him in the ways of the fetish world, but another big part of me just wants to leave him be and let him make a fool of himself on his own. Any good, experienced bottom boy will know to stay clear of a man like this. Someone like this who tries to pass himself of as a Master can seriously hurt the boy he is playing with due to an obvious lack of training and experience. I recently shared my thoughts with a man who I was getting to know quite well. He was an amazing person. Tall, slender but toned, shaved head with a goatee, very soft-spoken but incredibly intellectual. He agreed with almost everything I said and shared that he was quite intrigued with the new group of people emerging in the local leather community. No one wanted to get into any kind o relationship with a leatherman. Everyone assumed that living in leather meant that they were sexually indiscriminate. A leatherman was simply a piece of meat to use and throw away. Here I was, talking to the man of my dreams, both physically and mentally. We shared the same thoughts and attitudes, as well as many of the same hopes, dreams and aspirations. Though I had no idea what he was into sexually. I was soon to find out. After a good many weeks of coffee dates and telephone conversations I was invited over to his home for the weekend. Having not talked much about or individual fetishes, all I knew of him was that he too enjoyed his leather and had amassed quite a nice collection. I showed up at his house, backpack over my shoulder. I figured I would bring everything I needed for a weekend, toothbrush, clean underwear, a change of pants & sweater. Since I always had a strong leather fetish I wore a harness and leather jock under my clothes, something that no one would know about other than myself? unless I chose to tell them or show them. The house was dark when I arrived, but the car was in the driveway so I knew he wasn?t too far away. Walking up the front steps I saw that the front door was already open. I walked in and took a look around but it was too dark to see anything. The only light came from the fireplace in the corner and the odd candle scattered around the room. On the table was a note: boy welcome to my home. Here are a few instructions to start your visit on the right foot. · you will refer to me only as Master or Sir · you will be naked at all times with the exception of the clothing that I insist you wear ? you will not touch your cock? ever · you will not sit on the furniture unless directed to do so by Myself. The upstairs portion of my home is off limits to you unless I direct you otherwise · you will eat and drink only what I feed you · you will be owned by Me and will serve Me until I release you As I was reading the note I heard the door close and lock behind me, though I still could not hear or see another person. For all I knew I was alone in the room. I was suddenly struck with a strong sense of fear. This emotion quickly passed and was replaced with anticipation. Thoughts of the weekend to come filled my head and my heart started to race. With shaking hands I removed all of my clothes, including the hidden jock and harness. Folding them neatly I placed them in my backpack for, apparently, I wouldn?t be needing them until it came time to leave. Remembering the instruction that I was not to be in the upstairs portion of the house I began to wander, looking to see if there was a level below this floor. As I rounded one corner I was grabbed and forced to my knees. The room was completely dark so I could not see who was behind me. All I could hear was very controlled but deep breathing. Before I could react I found myself on my knees with my wrists restrained behind my back and a hood pulled tight over my head. I was then picked up and roughly dragged across the room before being propped against a wall. I heard the sound of a door open and was lead down what felt like a long, narrow wooden staircase. My new location felt cold and damp, the concrete of the floor felt rough and unfinished. My captor pushed me to the floor and secured my wrist restraints to hooks. My legs were spread apart and straps of leather wrapped around my ankles. These too were attached to the floor. I was sitting, immobile. Still hooded, I could not tell where I was. I had no idea of my surroundings and could only hear muffled sounds, however, I was acutely aware that my cock was rock hard. The door then slammed shut. Now I felt alone. I have no idea how long I was sitting on that concrete floor but my arms, back and legs were starting to ache. I think I must have fallen asleep because I seemed to have lost all track of time. Someone had come in and removed the hood because it was now on the floor beside me and I was able to make out various shapes in the room. The soft glow of a single candle in the corner cast flickers of light that shot off various lengths of chain attached to the walls and ceiling. ?So nice of you to wake up for me? The voice came from the shadows and had a very reassuring tone. Suddenly I knew. I knew that I was in the presence of a man who I had grown to admire. A sense of calm washed over me, total calm mixed with a feeling of devotion and duty. I was with a Master who I was going to serve. He undid the restraints on my wrists and ankles and allowed me to stretch. ?Stand up, let me inspect my new property,? he directed. I did immediately and eagerly. He walked around me slowly as I stood at attention in the middle of the room. He gruffly ran a gloved hand over my chest and down my stomach before grabbing my balls and giving them a yank. I let out the faintest whimper, which he seemed to enjoy. Grabbing the back of my head, he led me across the room and bent me over a bench. Stroking my ass cheeks with one hand and fondling my cock and balls with another caused me to shoot a load of boy juice all over the leather padding on the bench almost immediately. I could not contain myself. Seeing this, Master let out a howl and I felt the full force of his hand across my ass. ?My boy will NOT cum without MY permission!? Suddenly, without any warning, I felt a wooden board being placed around my neck. My arms were yanked up, placed though holes and secured in place. I was now bent over in a set of very medieval looking stocks. My legs were spread and attached to points on either side of the frame and somehow weights were attached my balls. The first shot of pain came very quick. He was paddling my ass with such force that the framework that was holding me in place was rattling. I could not even flinch because of the way in which I was restrained. All I could do was stand there as he beat my ass and berated me for making a mess on his newly cleaned leather without his permission. I had tried to yell out in pain but could not as he had placed a ball gag tightly around my head. Looking down I could not tell if the puddle on the floor in front of me was due to tears or because the gag was making me drool. He soon stopped his punishment and removed the gag from my mouth. All I was able to do was mumble ?thank you Sir, it won?t happen again Sir.? He let me loose from the restraints and took me out of the stocks. I was very grateful because, as I am quite short, my legs were spread in such a way that they had started to cramp. Bondage furniture was not made to be used on boys of my stature. My ass cheeks were burning and the weights were still attached to my balls as he led me to the centre of the room. My arms were hoisted above my head and attached to a pair of handcuffs hung from the ceiling before he gave me a passionate yet rough kiss and left the room. The silence was deafening. Once again I was alone and restrained. Any movement on my part caused the weights attached to my testicals to swing. The aching from my nuts had stopped but very quickly returned with every little twitch of my muscles. It seemed like an eternity before Master returned, carrying a plate of food. It was then that I realized that I hadn?t eaten anything since long before I arrived, though I still did not know how long that was. ?You hungry boy?? came the voice from behind me. ?Yes Sir? I responded, ?please Sir.? With that I felt the cuffs being removed from one wrist and my arms, though released from the ceiling, were now restrained behind my back. I was led to the centre of the room where two bowls were sitting in the middle of the floor. One was the same food that Master was enjoying and the other was water. ?Eat,? he instructed and I, being as hungry as I was, did not argue. Eating without hands, on my knees, was a challenge. I had a very hard time keeping my balance and slipped a couple of times, face first into my bowl. Master would laugh yet did nothing to get up to help me. I didn?t care, I had to eat. I must have made quite the mess of myself for when I finished and was kneeling at my Master?s side he could not stop chuckling as he wiped my face clean with a cloth. ?Time to get you dressed boy, I have company coming and I can?t have you looking like that. We have shopping to do.? Dressed in my leather jock and harness again I was lead upstairs to the main floor of the house. Many hours must had passed as it was now daylight and quite warm. He led me through the house and into an immense bedroom where my jeans were lying on the bed and my boots were placed on the floor. I quickly put them on and dropped to my knees to wait for him to arrange his clothes. I had yet to see my Master naked, and was anxious to see ALL of him up close. Noticing this he very swiftly covered my eyes with a blindfold and left me in the centre of the room. I could hear the fabric against his skin as he pulled on a pair of jeans and felt the stirring in my crotch as my cock began to spring to life. ?Footstool,? he said, ?bend over, I am going to use you as my footstool.? Using his foot to push me to the ground I felt the rough treads of his boots against my back as he took his time lacing them up. First one, then the other. When Master removed the blindfold it was all I could do to not stare at him. He was perfect. Looking at him I realized what it was that I first saw in him. He was strong on both stature and personality with a kind and gentle demeanor about him. Yet he still had a mysterious, devilish gleam in his eyes. I always felt calm with him. I felt secure. The shopping trip was very quick. In and out, getting only a few essentials. All the while he would chat in an almost jovial fashion. The ride back however reminded me that I was still under his direct control. As soon as we pulled into the driveway his mannerisms changed. ?Boy, unload the groceries and get your ass back downstairs. I need to get you cleaned up for my guests tonight.? Doing as instructed I quickly began placing perishable food into the refrigerator. Almost immediately I was pulled to his lap, my jeans yanked down around my ankles. ?You need to learn to follow my instructions boy!? He pulled out a leather bound paddle and began the beating that I would not soon forget. My ass got such a pounding that I was afraid I wouldn?t be able to sit afterwards. When he finished he handed me my original list of instructions. ?Which rule did you just break boy?? The look on his face was so angry that I was afraid to look at him directly. Choking back tears I replied ?Boy will be naked at all times with the exception of the clothing that Master insists he wear, Sir.? ?That?s right, now rectify this little problem and get out of my site. I?m very angry with you and you WILL be punished? he snarled. I quickly took of every strip of clothing, leaving them in a pile in the middle of the kitchen floor before running downstairs to my concrete room. The door slammed and locked behind me. There I stood. Alone, naked, and nursing a sore butt, I soon found myself weeping quietly. I had upset and offended my Master, the last thing I had ever wanted to do. I began rethinking my position on my choice of fetishes and fantasies. Was this really what I wanted? This was no longer fantasy, this was real. I was property. I was the piece of meat that I always hated in other people. Voices, laughter, music. All the noise from upstairs kept me curious. Guests had arrived. The door to my basement world opened and a bag was dropped down the stairs. ?Put these on boy, I?ll be down to get you shortly. And for God?s sake wash your face, you look terrible.? Inside the bag was a pair of tight leather pants with a metal loop on the front, a thin harness, a leather ball cap and a pair of freshly shone boots. I cleaned my entire body at the old sink in the corner and dressed myself just in time for Master to approach from the corner. He frightened me when he came near because I didn?t know he was there, or how he got down the stairs without me hearing him. Grabbing me, he stood me in the corner of the room under a bright light. Turning me slowly so he could inspect me from all angles he gave me an approving smile, wrapping me in his arms for the most comforting, loving embrace I had longed for. He clipped a small padlock to the loop on the pants, securing them shut, and slipped the sole key into his pocket. From the other pocket he pulled out a small silver length of chain, which he fastened around my neck. To the chain he clipped a pair of dogtags before leading me up the stairs and out into the house. Walking into the den I saw that there were three other young men, all either sitting or kneeling on the floor, all in various stages of undress. On the opposite end of the room were two other men in full leather that resembled European military uniforms. One looked at me and turned to Master with an approving smile. The other came over for a closer look. He walked around me twice, looking me over and giving the occasional grunt before approaching Master for a quiet chat. Master smiled and shot me a wink. I was confused, nervous, wondering what exactly was going on. One of the nearly naked men came to me and asked me to come join them. Fingering the dogtag on my chain he too shot me a toothy grin. ?Good for you!? he said, ?Let me introduce you to the boys.? I was introduced to the other two men as ?boy glenn?. All three whispered amongst themselves and each took a turn at reading the dogtags & patting me on the back. Joining the group on the floor, remembering that sitting on the furniture was out of the question, we engaged in lively conversations. The talk bounced from topics on everything from the leather scene to religion to politics and everything in between. Everyone laughed and had a good time. The boys informed me that this was a weekly event that they all look forward to and they were glad they had a new person to chat with. At the end of the night, master came by the group of boys and interrupted the conversation with two short claps of his hands. The others got up and quickly but quietly dressed themselves. One took his place beside the man on the other end of the room and left without saying a word. The other two scampered over to whom was obviously their Master. I followed suit and stood by mine. On the way out the door the boy who?s name I remembered to be Brian, fingered my dogtags one last time. ?Congratulations!? he said, ?you are one lucky little shit!? Master held me close as he said his goodbyes then led me upstairs to the bedroom. He unlocked the padlock that held my leather pants closed and dressed me in a pair of simple leather shorts. Simple, soft and very comfortable. This is what I was to sleep in. I was to take the night to think about my weekend. In the morning we were to talk, to decide if this is what I wanted. He gently guided me to my knees at unlocked the chain that he had secured around my neck, leaving the padlock open, and placing it on the nightstand. With him holding back the covers for me, I crawled into bed. As he slowly undressed I stole a look at the dogtags attached to the chain I had been wearing. ?boy glenn, lovingly owned by his Master? He slipped into the bed beside me as I snuggled up to him. Any closer and I would have melted inside his body. Pulling his arms tightly around me I drifted off. And so it begins??? Chapter Two I awoke early the next morning after the best sleep I had ever remembered but stayed in bed, laying there, watching him sleep. It was the morning that we were to talk and all I could think of is wanting to impress my Master. He had stirred something inside of me. He had awakened the boy that was now longing to serve him, to be molded and shaped into whatever he desired. I had awakened to this day with a feeling of complete and utter willingness. He chose me and I now chose him. Sneaking out of the room after stripping off my leather shorts I realized that I hadn?t showered or shaved all weekend. After three days I had quite the growth on my face and looked more than a little scruffy. I managed to find the bathroom and rummaged through the cupboards until I found a new disposable razor. I couldn?t find shaving cream so I just used water and soap while I showered. I hadn?t noticed the marks on my backside until they got wet. The sting caused by the water and soap made me jump at first. I positioned a mirror so that I could get a look at Master?s handiwork and saw that he had left a few perfectly formed welts on my skin that had just started to turn a deep shade of purplish red. For some odd reason this brought a smile to my face. Remembering the house rule about clothes, I remained naked while I snuck into the kitchen. I had no idea what Master was like in the mornings, what his routine was, or what he liked to eat but knew that he was a healthy man who liked to take care of his body. With that in mind I toured the kitchen to find something for breakfast. Scrambled eggs and toast, fruit salad, orange juice and coffee, that should do it. A noise at the front door let me know that the paper was just delivered so, still without a stitch of clothing, I crept outside to retrieve it. With everything arranged on a serving tray I figured it was time to go and wake Master. ?I?m going to have to keep you around for a while boy!? he said as I snuck back into the room. He was sitting up in the bed as I walked back in. The noise I was making must have woken him up. ?It?s a good thing I didn?t tie you to the bed first, otherwise I?d have to get my own breakfast.? I couldn?t help but grin as I placed the tray on his lap. Not being a big fan of breakfast I had settled for a cup of coffee but watching him eat made me hungry. He handed me the fruit salad, which I promptly put on the floor. I figured that if I were going to eat without using my hands I would need as much practice as possible. I think I even impressed myself when I even got that sole red cherry without too much of a struggle! I remembered from a previous conversation that Master had liked his long baths in the morning so I had drawn one for him while I cooked his food. ?Very nice!? he said as he took his coffee and paper and climbed in. I still said nothing until this point, when I excused myself to go clean my mess in the kitchen. When all was done I returned to the bathroom and knelt beside the tub. Taking the washcloth I gently began washing Master?s back. As he leaned forward I noticed how perfectly defined his muscles were and how perfectly smooth his skin was. He sat back so I could wash his chest but all I could do was stare for a few moments. This was the first time I had actually seen my new Master naked and what a site it was! He had the most perfectly beautiful body, tall and slender with just the right amount of muscle. Even the color of his skin was perfect. All of a sudden I was filled with a sense of shame and embarrassment. Here was my idea of the perfect man yet I was ashamed of my body. I wanted nothing more than to cover up and hide. Not that I have anything to be ashamed of, having started at the gym recently I was staring to get some nice definition, but nothing like that! He must have sensed that my mind was talking because he leaned up and kissed me long and hard, holding me so close that he actually pulled me into the tub with him. That was enough to get me out of my head and we both started laughing. ?So boy, do you want to stay?? he asked. No thought, no pondering, nothing like that. My response came instantly. ?Yes Sir! Please Sir!? The smile that came across his face seemed to be a combination of relief, pleasure and amusement. ?Go get your chain and tags, boy. You know where they are.? I didn?t even bother with a towel when I jumped out of that tub. I just ran down the hall, grabbed the chain and sprinted back to the tub where he was already drying off. I handed him the chain, dogtags and lock then dropped to my knees while he attached them for the second time. I never wanted them to come off. I never wanted to see that key again. He snapped the lock shut, turned me around and gave me another long kiss. ?Welcome home boy.? Feeling his naked body against mine was too much for me to resist. I started caressing every inch of his torso, playing my tongue against his nipples as I slowly dropped to my knees. His cock was growing and, although still only semi-hard, was beginning to get quite large. The ring that pierced the bulbous mushroom head was bouncing on it?s own. I started slowly, taking only the head of his cock in my mouth. He shuddered & groaned as he leaned against the wall of the shower stall. Slowly and rhythmically I began working his cock deeper into my throat, teasing the length of his shaft with my tongue as I milked it pack and forth. ?That?s it boy, nice and slow? he?d say as he held me by the back of his head. Faster and faster he?d start gyrating his hips, shoving the mass of cock as far as it would go into my mouth. Soon I was gagging, I had never taken a cock that big all the way to its base before. Master had me by the hair as he pulled my head away from his crotch just in time for an incredible load to shoot all over my face and chest. ?Fuck boy, you are incredible,? he said as he walked me back to the bedroom. Tossing me a pair of denim shorts and a tank top he stepped back and watched me dress. I hadn?t even bothered wiping off the mess he had made on my chest, I wanted to keep it there as a reminder of how I started my day. We drove into the city so that I could give my notice at my apartment and grab a few necessities. My landlord had been around the city?s gay community for years and was like a den mother to all the single men in his building. Hearing my reasons for moving, he questioned if I knew what I was doing. For a while I myself had a few second thoughts, especially when I went to introduce my Master. It was only then did I realize that I didn?t even know his real name! Before I first went to his house I had only known him by his internet nickname, and afterwards only as Master. He sensed this awkwardness and realized it to but stepped forward to introduce himself. ?Eduardo, Glenn?s told me so much about you. My name?s Rick, and I promise to make sure Glenn is taken care of.? That seemed to do it. Eduardo stood at the door in his furry slippers and, in true drama queen fashion, sobbed as he waved goodbye. ?Such a Princess,? I said as we pulled away from the curb, ?God I?m going to miss him.? It was almost like waving goodbye to my mother when I went off to college, only this time ?mother? needed to shave. Chapter Three Pride weekend was fast approaching. Master Rick and myself had settled into quite the routine. I had decided to return to school and make a huge career change and Rick was extremely busy with his own work. Even though I was at his beck & call whenever he demanded it seemed that we still had to actually schedule time for ourselves. Both of us had our own little quirks that the other had to deal with but we managed to get past most of them without many serious troubles. Things were progressing as they were meant to, and not once did my padlocked chain come off. The regular Friday group of men that came over with their boys started to grow. Soon we were hosting full house parties with the Masters in one room and the boys in another. Occasionally we would host a play party in the basement with Master Rick and another Top bringing in a new boy. Most of the time it would be set up that I would be the one to introduce the newbie into the playroom by ?sneaking? him downstairs and showing him around and having Master Rick walk in on us, catching us in his ?private? space. I would play the role of ?scared little burglar? while Master Rick and the other Top would corner the newbie. A long session of fucking, sucking, dildos, buttplugs and paddlins would result. More often than not, an electro scene or something similar would captivate the new boy. We would offer to let him try it out and then sit back and laugh when we someone would announce ?another pig is born!? We could always weed out the true players and fetish fans from the truly inexperienced. All it took was a glimpse of the look on their faces when they walked into the playroom. To the uninitiated it can be quite the intimidating sight. We had undertaken a major renovations project in the basement, converting Master Rick?s plain, black playspace into a medieval looking dungeon marvel. A true torture chamber. We even built a water wheel that a boy could be strapped to that would spin him into, then out of a water trough. It was quite the ingenious way to get a boy clean after a session! A sound system was set up with headphone jacks strategically placed around the room so that we could engage in some heavy duty sensory play. Lighting was very dramatic. Master Rick would often strap me to the cross in the centre of the room and flog me under various lights so that we could determine the best ones to use for the most dramatic effect. Mirrors on the ceiling offered incredible views of all angles so that the boy getting fucked o fisted could see exactly what was going on. That is IF he was allowed to have the eye patches opened on the hood. Other corners of the room were completely black so that Master Rick could sit and watch as he let another Top have a go at their respective bottoms. I got quite into that as well, especially when the one Sir would come over. Master Rick pulled me aside on Pride morning. He had wanted to talk to me for a couple of days now but our schedules simply hadn?t allowed more than a few precious minutes together. I had known that we were expecting company coming from overseas but that was it. I knew nothing about who was coming over, when they were to arrive, or how long they were going to stay. I wasn?t previously allowed to have an opinion and I simply assumed that this time was the same. The way Master Rick approached me had me quite worried. I thought that maybe I had done something wrong or offended him in some way. He assured me that this was definitely not the case but that he was a little nervous about how I would react with his news. ?I was once a boy in your position,? he began, ?I was trained under a Master from Belgium for a full year. I gave up my life to him in much the same way you did to me. It is Master Claude coming to visit for a week. My Master. While you are my boy, I am his. I own you and he owns me. Therefore, he owns you too. It is your choice if you chose to stay here with me while he is here. All it means is that while you obey me, you must also obey him? fully. He is very kind and caring but he does not take too kindly to having a boy, any boy say no. He sends his main boy here in advance to set up the house rules for his visit. I am to pick him up at the airport in an hour. I want you to stay and don?t want you to be afraid. Do as he says and everything will be fine. He will ensure that you enjoy yourself and that you will not get hurt in any way but he is very, very strict.? I was stunned. I had my Master on this proverbial pedestal. I could never picture him being subservient to anyone. Yet I was oddly intrigued. Yes I would stay. I vowed to never leave my Master?s side. If the man who taught my Master everything he knows is coming to visit then he shall get all the respect he deserves. In fact I was grateful to meet the man who indirectly had a very large part in my life as it was. Master Rick cried as he held me. This was the first time he had ever shown me that emotion but I knew they were tears of joy. Every time he held me like that I could feel a few more bricks of my walls coming down. The drive to the airport was a long one. Master Rick could not stop talking about the experiences he had with his mentor. He would punctuate the odd sentence with ?you?re not there yet, but you will be. I?ll show you all of this for yourself in due time, when you are ready. ? Henri was waiting at the airport when we had arrived. His plane had landed earlier than expected. ?Dis is NOT ze good vay to start ze veezit,? he announced in his heavy French accent. Nothing else was said as we loaded up his bags into the car and drove back to the house. The silence was quite unnerving for both myself and Master Rick. Any attempt at small talk was met with a very icy stare and still more silence. Back at the house, Henri proceeded up the front steps while Master Rick and I unloaded the bags from the trunk. I was reminded to call Henri ?Sir? during the first few days until Master Claude arrived at which time there was a very strict protocol to follow that Henri would go over in fine detail shortly. I had promised Master Rick that I would do my best to show him off and demonstrate how perfectly trained I was. I was determined to make my Master proud but no matter what I did Henri would only grunt in disgust. It was as though neither of us existed. I was furious that a fellow boy, let alone Master Rick?s equal would speak to him in such a disparaging way in his own home but managed to bite my tongue and say nothing. It was a true test of my tolerance and patience, but I kept feeling my old temper creeping up. A boy?s boy is nothing. That was the first rule. Not only was I not to speak unless spoken to by Sir Claude, I was not to speak until TOLD to speak. There was to be absolutely no level of trust shown to me whatsoever. With that in mind, I was to be kept in the basement the entire time, with a solid chain where one end is to be attached to a ring on the floor and the other attached to a collar locked around my neck. During any play session between Sir Claude and my Master Rick, I was to be shackled to a cross and gagged. I was to watch but not comment, no matter what occurred. Should Sir Claude wish to have me entertain him I shall do so willingly, without any argument or hesitation. ?To Be Continued! (by taxem)