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a different game
Looking into the mirror, Chris sees himself in the Nike Jordan Sport Jam pants he dreamed of wearing. Never having the loot to afford the higher-end kit, this was hot-looking stuff. Not sure if he likes the light blue Royal Tint color, Chris is turned on by wearing a trackie that Damien picked out for him.
When Chris started getting dressed in the gear, he found no underwear. Chris could feel the soft polyester inside the pants as his manhood was hanging loose. His hard-on would move about as Chris moved. The pants were tapered down his legs, the bottom of the pants closed with elastic. The cuff of the pants was set on the top of his Nike shoes, which were white with a matching light blue swoosh and accents. Surprisingly, they fit just right as Chris laced up the shoes.
Damien included a black Dri-Fit short-sleeved shirt with a gold link chain visible on the black. Lastly, a Jordan Essentials hoodie was in the light blue Royal Tint. After putting all his kit on, Chris put his hands in the hood pocket to find a pair of leather cop gloves. As he pulled the gloves on, Chris couldn't help but place the gloves on his face to take in the leather scent. An interesting scent, as Chris could tell the gloves were used. The guy in the Nike gear wondered if Damien had used the gloves, perhaps on some other unsuspecting guy that Damien had spent time with.
Seeing himself in the mirror, Chris felt like he was looking at someone he never met but was very familiar with, as this is how he always wanted to gear up. Once again, he found his gloved hand touching his crotch through the nylon of his pants.
As he saw himself in the mirror, Chris slid the hoodie on his head, making his dick grow as he couldn't believe he was in this kit. Still not keen on the baby blue, it dawned on Chris that Damien might have picked the color to make Chris feel humble, like a boy in blue.
Hearing the shower shut off, Chris knew Damien would soon leave the bathroom. Making himself useful, Chris made the bed and tidied up the room, all while wearing his gloves. The leather scent would breeze by as Chris's hands passed his face.
It wasn't long before Damien exited the bathroom, dressed and ready to go. He wore a black Nike kit tapered black soccer pants that went down to his black Nike Mercurial Superfly 9 Academy soccer boots with cleats removed for better walking. Damien wore a black shirt with a jacket that matched his soccer pants and a pair of tight-fitting American football receiver gloves of leather and rubber. Chris paused where he stood, enjoying the view.
Damien admired the guy he brought to the hotel room last night. Smiling at Chris, Damien spoke, "You look just like I expected, fucker. A good little boy in blue. Get your ass over here."
Quickly, Chris made his way in front of the man in black, naturally kneeling, which impressed Damien a great deal! Looking up at Damien for permission, the tall guy in black nodded that Chris could proceed. And he did; Chris lowered his lips and gently kissed the black Nike that Damien was wearing. As his lips kissed the toes of each shoe, Damien lifted his left foot, placing the shoe on Chris's neck, keeping his lips on the toe of his right shoe. That is when Chris figured out he was to start licking Damien's shoes.
After a few minutes of licking the black soccer boots, Damien orders Chris to stand up, and the boy in blue does so swiftly.
"Give me your right wrist.", commands Damien.
Chris puts forward his right wrist when Damien pulls out a pair of shiny Smith & Wesson nickel-plated handcuffs that he puts around the right wrist of Chris, the room filling with the sound of the ratcheting of the cuffs as they tighten.
"Put your hands in the pocket." as Damien makes the order, Chris understands what is happening as he puts his cuffed wrist into the hoodie pocket, followed by his left hand.
Damien reaches in, taking the empty cuff and locking up the left wrist, the ratcheting heard once again. Moving his wrists slightly, Chris feels his hard-on grow as Damien reaches up with his gloved right hand, lightly rubbing his finger over Chris's lips. The sensation is amazing to Chris as he can't control his cock from showing pleasure.
Smiling at Chris, Damian asks, "What will we do with that?"
Placing his hands on Chris's shoulders, he positions the boy in blue to face sideways towards the mirror. That is when Chris notices his light blue Nike pants are tenting something wicked.
"You think we should take you out like that, boy?" asks Damien.
That would embarrass Chris, so he pleads, "Oh, Sir, please no. Can we wait until it goes down?"
"You are in bondage, and this kit, you're gonna be hard for hours, fucker."
Chris admits deep inside that Damien is correct, as Chris is so turned on now.
Without warning, Damien grabs Chris's pants, pulling them down to expose the boy's manhood, bobbing up and down. Damien pulls out a black plastic chastity device from his pocket, holding it up in front of Chris.
"Oh, Sir, please, no."
"Boy, you have no choice. You won't be able to hide your snake in those pants. You'll like it locked up, won't you?"
Damn, thinks Chris, as the powerful gaze from Damien is getting into the mind of the boy in blue. Chris nods, knowing he wants to please this hot guy in his black kit.
"Beg me to lock up your pecker, boy." Damien speaks with authority but gently.
"Sir, please lock my cock up."
It takes a little bit of time to install the device; when Damien secures the integrated lock, things are final for Chris. Damien holds the keys before the secured boy, then smiles, putting the keys into his Nike jacket. Pulling the light blue pants up, Chris looks in the mirror. This time, there is only a slight bulge when his manhood is locked up. There Chris stands, his hands cuffed, his cock locked and in a fucking hot Nike kit.
Damien stands behind his boy in blue, bringing up his gloved hand to gag the boy, pressing lightly at first, then tighter and tighter, as Damien clamps more of his hand over his mouth and nose. Chris begins to struggle for air as he feels the tightness of the cuffs on his wrist, the smell of the gloves, and his dick, unable to grow in its locked state.
Grabbing Chris by the neck tightly, Damien says, "Let’s go fucker.”
In their trackies, the two guys explore the city together as both are tourists in this German city. Damien is visiting from Paris, where he works for a financial house. After some time seeing the sights, Damien decides he is hungry. They enter a McDonald's as Damien places the order. Chris wonders how he is going to eat with his hands cuffed.
Grabbing the food and drinks, Damien leads them out of Mickey D’s to a small park where the pigeons gather next to a fountain. The park is busy, with people playing chess, reading, and staring into their handheld devices as Damien finds a bench that he has Chris sit on.
Once settled, Chris lifts his cuffed wrists while keeping them hidden, “Are you going to remove these, Sir?”
Not looking at Chris, Damien takes the food out of the paper bag. “Why?”
“So, I can eat.”
Damien responds, “You’re making quite the assumption, aren’t you, boy.”
Chris realizes that Damien is more in charge than Chris expected. The boy is surprised to watch Damien unwrap one of a couple of Egg McMuffins, breaking it into a few pieces. Damien lifts the sandwich piece to the boy’s lips. Opening his mouth, Chris takes the egg sandwich, enjoying the taste as he is hungry.
As he is fed by Damien with the food in the gloved hands of Damien, Chris looks around, self-conscious about being fed like a little boy. A few of the park patrons notice, but most pay no attention. Damien holds up a piece of the hash brown. After chewing and swallowing, Chris notes, “This is weird, you feeding me, Sir.”
Damien grins, “Hot, isn’t it.”
Being humbled, Chris isn’t sure he feels hot, but he has to admit that he didn’t think this guy would make him feel so submissive, especially in public.
After finishing their fast food breakfast, Damien enjoys walking the city with Chris in bondage, following a pace behind. No one would ever know how the boy in blue is locked up, having to keep up with his Master to eventually be released. Several times, Damien leads them into little shops that serve samples of their food, with Damien always feeding his captive boy. Sometimes Damien has fun holding the food bite towards Chris’s lips but then moving it away as the cuffed boy has to lean in to get the nibble.
The morning turns into the afternoon, and the guys return to the hotel room where they started. Once back in the room, Chris is surprised when Damien places him into the small closet. Pointing to the ground, Damien watches Chris struggle to sit in the closet, unable to use his hands as they are cuffed. Pulling his legs close to his chest, Chris can find some comfort but not much. Seeing that Chris is in a good position, Damien closes the door, putting the boy into darkness. The space is small and uncomfortable, getting warm with Chris's trackie.
When the closet door is opened again, it takes Chris a little time to adjust his eyes to the light. As he does, he sees Damien standing before him, having changed his clothes. Stepping out into the room, the hunky stranger reaches out with both arms and gently hugs the boy, providing him comfort and security. “We’re going to have some more fun, boy.”, Damien whispers into Chris’s ear. Chris takes a moment to feel the warm breath from Damien on his neck, enjoying the touch of Damien’s gloved hands on his shoulders.
As they part, Chris noticed Damien had changed, now wearing a red and white motorcycle riding jacket and red gloves on his hands. He wears a pair of faded jeans that drop over a pair of black motorcycle boots. That makes Chris ask, “Are we going riding?”
Damien puts his finger to his lips and then points to the bed. On the bed that has is new clothing for Chris.
After the cuffs are released, it doesn’t take the boy long to get out of his trackies and into the new gear. In his hurry, he forgot about his cock being locked up, just wanting to be in gear. Now wearing black jeans, Damien has Chris in a pair of Wesco Jobmasters in black with copper-colored laces that stand out against the black leather of the boots. The boy pulled the laces tightly when he laced up his boots, with the pant legs resting on the top of the boot shafts. What really surprised Chris was the well-used black Langlitz leather jacket. When he put it on over the black Skaterboy t-shirt, Chris took his time feeling the smoothness, taking in the scent of the well-cared-for jacket. The same gloves were kept on Chris’ hand.
As Chris adjusted his dress, Damien approached and gently zipped up the leather jacket, placing his lips on the boy’s. Looking into those deep brown eyes, Chris felt overwhelmed by this man. Damien wasn’t harsh, but he was firmly in control, and Chris found he was helpless to not do as he was being led to do. Right down to being dressed properly as this now biker wanted.
“Are you having a good time, boy?” Damien asks as his warm breath falls upon Chris’s face, their eyes connected.
Chris nods his head as he is indeed having a good time.
“Speak to me, boy.” Damien is firm in his wanting to hear from Chris.
“Sir? I’m having a good time.” the response sounds like a question.
“Are you asking me? Fuck man, you want me to grab your balls and turn you into a real man?” that comment gets Chris’s attention.
Bucking up his attitude, Chris stands straight, putting his arm around Damien and grabbing his ass in his gloved hands. “Yes, Sir, I am having a fucking hot time! And now, wearing your jacket!” Chris leans in and kisses Damien deeply, the boy’s tongue going deep into the stranger's lips. That only makes Damien reach up and grip the boy’s neck to keep him in a deep embrace for a few minutes.
Releasing their kiss, Damien keeps hold of his boy’s neck and swiftly leads him out of the hotel room while grabbing a black bag as they head to the elevator. They can see each other in the polished metal doors of the elevator, which Chris really likes seeing himself. The zipped-up leather jacket looks amazing, with the black straight-leg jeans stopping at the top of his brown boots. Chris lifts his hand, cupping it over his face to take in the leather scent. Damien smiles as the boy sniffs his glove, knowing he has the boy under complete control.
As the elevator door opens, both men step into the empty car, Damien once again gripping the neck of the boy. After the doors slide shut and the car starts moving, Damien maneuvers the boy around and slams him chest first into the side of the elevator.
“Put your fucking hands behind your back, asshole.”, Damien growls.
Chris swiftly moves his arms behind him as his cheek is smashed into the wall, feeling the pressure of Damien’s body upon his. Damien brings out the Smith & Wesson cuffs he used on Chris, tightly securing the boy’s hands behind him. Chris feels the cuffs bite his skin, as Damien has made them tighter than they were locked in the morning.
The elevator door opens, and Damien grabs the boy's jacket collar and pushes him out of the elevator through the lobby, where most don’t notice the couple. Still, a few see the flash of the chrome handcuffs securing the boy in leather as Damien is clearly in control. Outside of the old world hotel, Damien doesn’t let up, keeping Chris moving while enjoying controlling the young man.
They walk to a nearby rail stop just as the train arrives; Chris’s head is spinning as things move so swiftly, quickly becoming cuffed, leathered and forcefully going onto a public train to an unknown destination. The train doors slide shut, and they start moving away from the platform as Damien sits in the crowded car while Chris remains standing. The boy is turned by Damien to face his Boss, who also exposes the cuffs to the public.
As the train traveled forward, Chris was growing in anticipation as the train had clearly left the city and was in the suburbs, which were starting to disappear. Damien was silent through the trip, once and a while reaching up and squeezing the boy’s balls in the tight black denim, which Chris hoped no one would see. With a heavy breath, Chris learned that Damien was enjoying being in control and had no qualms about showing his superiority over the boy, even on a crowded train.
With the outdoors being more trees than buildings, the train conductor announced the next stop of Hirschgarten. Chris did not understand the announcement in German as he felt the train slowly down. The boy had gotten good at keeping his balance on the moving vehicle since he could not hold onto any railing as the train went into turns or started and stopped.
Reaching this stop in the woods, Damien stood, once again grabbing Chris by the neck and firmly pushing him forward and off the train. They were the only two getting off, soon left alone on the platform as the train quietly moved on to the next destination.
“You ready for a hike, boy?” Damien asked as his hand stroked the boy’s leather jacket.