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Part 5
For the next few days Ryan ignored or only chatted to me via text. There was no video chat and certainly no release.
I was also, seriously dumbing myself up. I kept my chaps, leather jock with my locked junk and leather gloves on. All with a simple black T-shirt. I rinsed myself in the shower using no soap and especially avoided rinsing my groin. The smell of it just turning me on more and more. I was telling Ryan all of this in the messages. As he said, he had no proof, but the idea I was that filthy just turned him on more and more.
My locked state, whilst unbearable was also becoming incredible. I loved the feeling of loss of control, the feeling I was owned.
It was on the Thursday morning that I got a rather surprising message from Ryan asking me my plans for the weekend. I replied that I had non.
"Fancy watching the game on Saturday?". We'd discovered in general chat a mutual sporting interest. I replied yes but how did he mean "watch".
"Simple Sam, I've got a weekend free from her and I'll go to the city, stay for a couple of nights?etc. Question is, do you want to meet?"
This had to this stage been a game, even being locked up felt like a game, but the reality of actually meeting this guy made my heart race like wild. I blurted a "yes" and waited. There was no reply from him leaving me feel all the more desperate.
The next morning the details came on where to meet him in a bar in the city. The instructions also included an instruction to "dress like a slut" and to "call him dad at all times".
Being in the city always gave me more freedom in what I dressed in. People were less shocked or outraged by a big look. With all that in mind I decided to go all in.
I pulled out my tightest, shiniest leather pants, my 30 hole lacers, a black t-shirt, black leather jock and my classic leather biker jacket. I tucked a travel toothbrush into the pocket and headed out.
Meeting a guy who I'd chatted too, video called with etc still had such a sense of excitement. Partly `Cos he owned my dick.
Arriving at the bar I saw him through the window, sitting at the bar with a glass of white wine. The bar was pretty quiet, obviously being more of a mid week place rather than a weekend place.
`Confidence Sam' is what I whispered to myself and I opened the door and practically strutted in, getting looks and flinging my arms wide. "Dad!!".
I'm embraced Ryan like he was my actual dad. Kissing him on the cheek "excuse me, can I get another of what my dad's got and I'll have a Pale Ale".
Ryan sat and smiled, obviously loving my self confidence. "I wasn't certain you'd come" he said "thought I'd get some excuse".
"and miss this game no way". Downing half my beer and immediately ordering another.
For the next 10 minutes we ideally did small talk as if this was totally normal, for this late middle aged man, dressed predominantly in beige to be talking to a provocatively dressed leather lad. Ryan excused himself to go to take a piss.
The youngish, cute barman, passed by me. "So is he your real dad or not?"
I felt an instant grin coming over my face. "Oh that's for you to decide. Either a) he totally is or b) that old guy has my cock locked in chastity and currently owns me. That's for you to decide".
He stepped back, grinning "I'm not to sure". He winked at me, totally knowing the answer.