I chose a metal cockring, knowing it would keep me semi hard and push my
cock forward, emphasised under whatever else I wore. It wasn't easy to get
on since I was already part erect, and with Mike standing watching it was
all I could do to get myself through the metal. He murmured his approval,
and I saw that he had also opted for the enhancement of a cockring, his a
leather snap with metal studs and another snap leather band that separated
his balls from his shaft, pushing them down or pushing his prong up. I ran
my finger along his shaft and he pushed me away, smiling gently. Knowing I
would never get anywhere like this, I turned away from him so I could finish
dressing without the delightful distraction he was.
I pulled a soft leather posing strap from my drawer and slid it up and over
myself, adjusting my cock so that it lay sideways within the black hide,
emphasised by the leather which also enwrapped my testicles close and firm,
the rounded orbs clearly visible through the cushioning blackness. Next was
my harness. One of my favourites. It consisted of black leather straps that
started at a metal ring between my shoulder blades, came over my shoulders
and attached to two separate steel circles which sat over each nipple,
framing them. These two circles of metal were joined to each other by
another strap of leather which lay straight across my chest. Two more wide
black bands ran from each of the rings over my nipples, around my ribs to
connect to the single ring at my shoulder blades, pulled taut and holding
the arrangement in place. From the single circle on my back another leather
strap dropped straight down to yet a third metal ring on the small of my
back and from that ring two more straps ran around my waist to meet each
other at a single ring over my navel. Finally that ring was connected to two
slightly narrower leather bands that ran back up to the rings around my
tits, so that the leather formed a "V" shape from my navel to my nipples. I
adjusted the harness until it felt just right, tight but not constricting,
binding me but allowing me to move easily.
I buckled two wide soft belt type straps of leather around my upper arms,
just above my biceps, pulling them tight to emphasize the musculature. Then
I added long studded leather gauntlets to my lower arms that ran all the way
from my wrists to just below my elbows. I pulled on my favourite pair of
boots, black leather polished square toes with leather straps around the
ankle that joined to two small metal rings, one on the inner ankle and one
on the outer ankle. The chaps I chose were also favourites, plain shining
black leather, so tight they really gripped at me. They were tied at the
back of the waist, and buckled together at the front, with zippers that ran
up from the bottom inside each leg to close where the leather finished on my
upper inside thigh. I smoothed them into place so I felt comfortable before
sliding the zips up, taking the opportunity to run my hands along my own
legs and appreciate the glorious feel of tight leather against my skin.
Finally, I stood upright and pulled a jacket over my shoulders. It was a
small, high design, which only fell to half way down my back so that my
lower back and stomach were uncovered except for the black hide of the
harness straps.
I turned to face Mike, and my jaw dropped. He was stunning. Clad in the most
beautiful leather gear I had ever seen. He wore a dark leather `Master's'
cap on his head with the shiniest visor that fell low over his deep blue
eyes. His upper body was encased in a harness of metal and leather. Shining
silver chains ran from his back, over his shoulders and down to a central
metal ring on his chest. More chains ran around his ribs and back to connect
with the shoulder chains. Drawing the shoulder chains together was a strap
of black leather that sat halfway between his neck and his chest. From the
ring in the centre of his chest a wide black leather strap hung downwards,
broken by another metal ring just below the level of his rib cage, then the
strap seemed to continue to a third ring at his waist. From each of these
lower rings, wide leather bands ran around his to connect to similar rings
on his back. Over the whole harness he wore a soft dull leather vest which
swung open easily when he moved. He was also wearing chaps over glossy black
boots. The boots had silver chains around the lower ankle and another chain
which ran down and under the sole. His chaps were shining, like they were
polished, and looked as though they had been sprayed onto his muscled legs.
They rippled and accentuated every movement he made, seemed to be a second
skin that gripped his legs and looked so hot. The line of the chaps ran up
to his groin and around, framing his arse which was also encased in shining
black leather. Beneath the chaps he wore a pair of black leather shorts, so
tight I was amazed he had managed to get into them. His arse and his groin
were wrapped in the dark hide of the leather, and I could clearly see the
line where the shorts finished just below the edge of his chaps. Even
better, I could also very clearly see the outline of his oh so desirable
prong. I swore I could make out the ridge of his cut cockhead through the
leather shorts, which were held together at the front by a row of press
studs instead of a zipper fly.
"Holy fuck!!!!" he exclaimed loudly. I echoed his thoughts myself.
"Are you wearing anything under those shorts?" I asked incredulously, my
hand reaching out to touch his manhood through the leather, to feel the
hidden strength of his masculinity..
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