He had ten minutes to get ready. The Leatherman had just returned from the gym, after two hours of a solid work out, his muscles were pumped and he felt as if he was surrounded by a cloud of Testosterone. He'd have had a shower at the gym knowing that anyone in the changing room at the same time would have rushed home with an urge to wank using images of his muscular form as inspiration. But he knew that his visitor would much prefer the post gym scent.
He pulled off his gym gear, making sure the jock was close by, he never knew when it could needed. He looked at himself in the mirror and flexed. He smiled to himself. A more humble man would have said "Not bad" and would have highlighted areas that needed work. The Leatherman looked at his reflection and simply said "Perfect" Arrogant and overconfident perhaps, but he knew he was justified.
He smiled looking at the reward of years of gym attendance, He rubbed his body combing his fingers through the hair that lay on his belly, moving up to his broad chest and rubbed his pectoral muscles.He raised both arms and inhaled the overwhelming aroma of testosterone. His visitor was going to love it, He was confident and arrogant enough to know that he exuded pure masculinity and that just one look was enough to ensure submission, obedience and compliance.
He pulled on his boots, slipped on some leather gloves and secured his leather jockstrap. The visitor better appreciate how lucky he was.The door bell rang just as he fixed the Muir cap. He looked at his watch just on time. The Leatherman couldn't stand lateness he had 5pm and he meant it. "He can wait a while though. " he thought as he picked up a cigar and lit it. Only when he was satisfied did he walk down stairs to greet his guest,
He opened the door, wide enough so that the visitor could see him, but not enough that any passerby could. The visitor walked in and almost immediately fell to his knees, and kissed the leatherman's boots. His evening of submission had begun. The sub was if he was honest briefly surprised and such an immediate reaction, but the Leatherman's arrogance was so evident that such immediate submission and acceptance of his power by the sub quickly seemed totally natural, and he wondered when he even questioned such a reaction.
"Ready lad?" the voice behind him said with a quiet authority. He was about to answer when he heard the door close behind him "Ready Boss"
The sub turned round and lifted himself on to his knees and moved towards the Leatherman. A hand pushed him down toward the floor, "Boots first" "Yes Boss"
The sub blushed with embarrassment, he knew that a Dominant's boots should always be worshipped first. A sign of deference and submission. If he was lucky he might end the evening on his feet but that would never be guaranteed.
The sub's dick hardened as he licked the Leatherman's boots, his brain settling in to a true submissive mind space.His role now was to serve, obey and worship. Each lick deepened the feeling submission as the taste of leather overwhelmed his senses. Standing above him the Leatherman's arrogance and sense of dominance increased, as he looked at the sub intensify his boot licking endeavours. He reached out and picked up a riding crop and brought it down on the subs arse.
"Thank You Boss" or that's what the Leatherman thought he heard through the groans of pleasure that around the hallway The Leatherman was tempted to just let the sub grovel on the floor licking his boots for the next hour. But both knew there was another reason for this visit. It wasn't just the boots that needed worshipping. The Leatherman slowly moved his left foot from under the grovelling form below him and pressed it into the upper back, leading to another groan and a "Thank You Boss."
"Time to Worship me" "Yes Boss" "Upstairs" The leather man pointed the way with the riding crop. The sub began to crawl up the stairs slowly every other step being marked by a whack on the butt with the crop, and a "Thank You Boss"
At the top on the stairs the sub followed the Leatherman into a dimly lit room. "The guest room" The leatherman announced. Now make yourself at home.
The sub first kissed each boot then began to massage the calves that sat above them. As he rubbed and massaged, he leant in and began to sniff and lick showing his appreciation of the God that towered above him.
Slowly the sub lifted himself from his prone position into a kneeling one he knew better than to even try to stand without permission, his place was on the floor looking upwards.The Leatherman was here to dominate and be worshipped, the sub to be dominated and worship.
The subs hands were in almost constant contact with the Leatherman's body. The muscles seemed to ripples as the sub's hands glided over them .There merest touch made the sub weak, as if any sense of power within him was being absorbed by the muscular mass that stood over him. "You like this don't you lad. Worshipping perfection"
"Yes Boss" He moved from caressing the calves to the thighs, nervously glancing at the leather jock strap, hoping that what lay behind it would be made available to him.
He moved in closer and began to inhale but that did not stop him from worshipping the muscular form. He groaned in delight as he stroked, "Wonderful Boss" he sighed as the Leatherman looked in the full length mirror that was opposite him. "Look lad" The Leatherman was flexing his muscles and going through a range of poses. Yes, it was narcissistic, yes it was arrogant But it felt right. It looked right. The sub responded "You look fantastic Boss." "Like a God? "
"Perfect Boss, A perfect Leatherman. A Muscle God Boss" said without any hint of irony. The subs brain was now only full of a desire to serve, worship and obey. The sub kissed the Leather man's thigh, and groaned.The Leatherman smiled briefly, the cigar that was in between his teeth setting off his face brilliantly.
The only words that the sub utter were either "Yes Boss" when responding to the Leatherman's own description of his power and muscular physique, the occasional "Thank you," for being allowed in the Leather man's presence, and those that highlighted the Leatherman's superiority and dominance. God, muscular, amazing, wonderful , and of course Perfect.When not speaking squeals and groans of delight would accompany the caressing as his small puny hands glided over the muscular form that towered above him.
"Turn round lad and look" The sub obeyed and looked at their reflection in the mirror, he already was well aware of the asymmetrical distribution of power in the room his puny submissiveness, and the Leatherman's dominance and strength. The reflection simply magnified it , and made the sub want to submit even more.
The sub whimpered." Wonderful Boss" as he watched the Leatherman flex his muscles once again. The sub moved so from his new position he could both look in the mirror and watch the muscle flexing show and see himself worship his God. The latter reinforcing his situation as a mere submissive, whose role was to serve and worship.He rested his face against the round butt cheeks and slowly moved his hands to massage them occasionally parting them so he could push his face into the crack and inhale the scent
"Like that lad" "Yes Boss.Your muscles are amazing," The Leatherman put his hand out in front of the sub. He tapped a ball of ash into it. "Eat" The sub greedily ate what was offered. "Get back on the boots" Before he could obey a gob of spit landed on the left one. "Thank You Boss"
"Enjoying this Lad" "It's perfect Boss. You are Perfect"
As the boot worshipping commenced so did the beating.The Leatherman taking the opportunity to let out his sadistic side. "Thank You Boss" It was clear from the tone that these Thank Yous were genuine, the subs masochistic side was overwhelmed by the punishment being meted out to him.
As much as the Leatherman was enjoying listening to the groans and whimpering as he beat the sub's butt, there were other priorities. Him. "On you knees lad".
He handed the sub a bottle of oil. "It's time that the worshipping got serious lad."
Having poured and rubbed some oil in to his hands the sub's muscle worshipping began again, running his hands over the Leatherman's stomach, he moved his face-closer and inhaled. The sub by now was addicted to the scent.
He moved his hands upwards and reached the leatherman's pecs. Just touching these led to his dick exploding. Not that the Leatherman showed any interest he continued posing in the mirror shouting out the various stances he was taking, all he was concerned about was looking good the fact that the submissive also thought he looked good was a bonus.
"Enjoying yourself lad" "Yes Boss" "He was tongue tied in his head he wanted to say how much he was enjoying worshipping the God like man who stood before him, how insignificant he felt in the Leatherman's presence. How perfect he was.All he could say was "Yes Boss"
A cloud of smoke was blown in his face. "Thank you Boss" The sub looked up at the Leatherman before resuming the worship. He moved his attention to arms, massaging the biceps moving closers he began to kiss them licking the length of the arm. As he reached the arm pit the smell of Leatherman's earlier gym session hit him in the face.Without thinking he planted his face directly inside and began to lick.
"Drink up that testosterone lad"
The only response was a groan. Before the sub could say anything else his head was in a choke hold. "Come on get your face in there"The sub initial reaction was to try and fight but as the aroma of testosterone filled his nostrils he relaxed and submitted as the Leatherman's continued to assert his power.
After a few minutes the grip relaxed. "Time for another reward, I think. Do you agree?" The sub nodded. Another ball of ash was presented to him on a leather gloved hand. It was swallowed in one, the Leatherman moved in closer blowing a cloud of smoke into his face and then spitting. Immediately the same gloved hand clamped over the sub's face. "Worship it lad" The sub began to lick the glove. The taste and smell of years of cigar smoke. As he inhaled the leatherman's gloved hand pressed harder against his face. "I control your breathing now lad" The two men's eyes met each pair indicating the enjoyment they were experiencing, The Leatherman as he exerted his power, the sub finally realising that any power he had, was now gone. Slowly the sub was allowed to breathe again, the gloved hand over the mouth being replaced with a thumb being slowly inserted into an eager mouth.
"Back where you belong lad." The sub instinctively knew that this was an order to return to a kneeling position. "Now time to worship this"He slid his hand over the leather jockstrap.The sub moved closer and inhaled. He squealed with delight as he pressed his noses against the material and began to lick.He could feel the cock underneath, as it started to twitch the Leatherman unsnapped the jock, revealing the new sources of the masculine scent. Within seconds the sub began to suckle on the Leatherman's dick. It grew inside the sub's mouth, who took every opportunity to show his appreciation, whilst continuing to caress the muscular frame that towered above him. This continued for some ten minutes before the sub was gently pushed off. He was transfixed as the leatherman began to wank. "Ready Lad?" The sub knew what was next and took the dick back in his mouth and was rewarded by a stream of cum.
"Stay there" the Leatherman left the sub kneeling on the floor as he exited the room. A few minutes later he was back. In his hand was the jockstrap he had taken off after his gym session. He lifted it to his face.n"This smells of a real man lad " and threw it at the sub's face. Catching hot before it fell to the floor the sub brought it up to his nose and inhaled. "Perfect Sir"
OK, you now have a choice, go home, or accompany me out tonight.More of the same, boot worship, body worship and ash eating, and if you are lucky a sound beating on that arse.nI'm going to get ready. You have ninety minutes to make a decision. Perhaps breathing this some more with help.nThe leatherman placed the jockstrap over the subs face. A tiny bit of pressure was applied to make sure that the first breath took in scent of his sweaty cook and balls.nThe Leatherman smiled with satisfaction as the sub groaned.
Back in the bathroom, the Leatherman was drying himself off. He looked at his body. Yep the sub was right it was God like. It was perfect. He went back to his own bedroom, and pulled on his leather trousers, boots, and finally his Langlitz jacket. No need for a shirt. He wanted to make his body as easily accessible for worshippers as possible. He rubbed his chest, He smiled as he looked in the mirror, these nipples will be the centre of attention at some point in the night to come.
The gym jock had slid off the subs face but the Leatherman was greeted by the sight of him kneeling there cupping it and holding it against his face. All he could hear were the words Boss and Perfect as if they were some kind of mantra. He knew what the answer would be but asked anyway. "So Lad are you going home, or are you going to spend the night serving me. Licking my boots, eating my ash, worshipping this Body? If you really are good I might even share you with some friends"
The sub obediently and silently fell to the floor and began to worship the boots. All that mattered now was serving the Perfect Leather Man.Towering above him the Leatherman smiled. his evening was over, the night was just about to begin, and it was going to be Perfect.