Experimentation

I look up at the other man. I don't often have to do that as at 6ft I'm usually taller than anyone else - but this man must be at least 6ft4". He also outweighs me - I go to the gym several times a week but I'm more of a swimmer and a runner than anything else. This guy clearly uses the weights. His clothing does little to discuss the body underneath - he's wearing skintight leather jeans on top of a pair of clunky boots. Underneath the heavy black leather jacket he is wearing a leather uniform shirt and tie. His hair is hidden under a leather Muir cap and his eyes behind reflective sunglasses. His chin has a neatly trimmed ginger beard.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

He smiled

"I said, nice suit."

"Oh..er thanks." I was unsure whether or not he was being sarcastic. "Yours looks good too."

He smiled again "Thanks. It's just something I threw on." He offered me his huge gloved right hand. "I'm Jon"

I shook his hand, aware of the power in his muscles without him even having to try.

"I'm Andy."

"Good to meet you. First time in here I take it."

I nod and take a sip of my beer

"That would explain the suit then." He paused "You do realise that there is a strict dress-code after 5pm?"

I looked at my watch and saw it was now 5:15.

"Oh God, sorry, I'd better leave"

Jon put his meaty hand on my shoulder to stop me. "No need for that. I'm sure I have some clothing you can wear." As I paused he continued. "Come on - see what it feels like."

I gulped and nodded and followed him to the cloakrooms almost on autopilot. He got a huge leather holdall out of the cloakroom and took me down to a changing area. As we walked inside, he turned grabbed my face with both hands and gave me a deep kiss, his tongue pushing deep inside my mouth. I started to respond and as I did I felt something land on my tongue. I swallowed automatically and pushed away from him.

"What the hell was that?"

Jon grinned. "Just something to relax you, boy." He turned away humming as he opened the holdall. I walked towards the door, but my head was spinning and when Jon suggested that I get undressed it seemed like the most sensible thing in the world to do. Jon then helped me get dressed in something more suitable.

10 minutes later we walked back into the bar. I was now wearing a full leather **** harness with a locked steel pod over my cock. I had on leather chaps and DMs as well as a leather waistcoat. The leather collar around my neck had a chain leash attached to the front that Jon kept a tight grip of.

He was right -- this was a better way to dress