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Victor found a new job...
Entering The Cage
(Part One of The Cage Trilogy)
Justin was watching the clock as he sat at his desk. It was a long Friday at the office and was looking forward to his weekend. He didn’t have anything exciting planned, but just wanted to go home and relax after the stressful week.
His boss, Amanda, says it is just the “busy season”, but Justin knew after working there for 10 year that it was always the “busy season”. It was 30 minutes before his workday was scheduled to be over when he got an email from Amanda asking for everyone to work this weekend. The ask wasn’t really an ask though; when the boss asked for something, it was actually a demand.
Justin responded with a “Sure thing!” And Amanda replied back with one more task before he left.
After working an hour extra because of Amanda’s last minute request, Justin hurried down the street to catch the bus. It was the last bus and if he missed it, he would have to either catch a cab or walk 3 miles to his apartment.
Sure enough, as he approached the bus stop, the bus sped off. “Shit,” Justin said to himself. He debated on waving down a taxi, but decided the walk and fresh air would be good for him.
He spent with his head down in his phone, swiping through all the dating apps. He moved to the City right after college to have a larger dating pool of men, but never had any luck and gay dating in your mid-thirties was rough.
As he swiped left on another loser, he bumped into someone who felt large. “Oh, sorry,” Justin said as he looked up and saw a large, gruff man with a thick beard and shaved head. He was wearing a black leather uniform. He had a biker jacket over a shirt and tie. His pants were tight and tucked into tall combat boots. This man intimidated him.
“No worries, sport,” the man said in a friendly tone, one that Justin was not expecting.
Justin watched the man walk pass the bouncer who was dressed in leather too and into a bar.
Justin was aware of the leather community, but hasn’t seen it in person. He didn’t know this place existed. It was called “The Cage”. The bar was full of men with different forms of leather, from harnesses to chaps.
That’s when he noticed him: a handsome man standing outside of the bar. The man had beautiful green eyes, with short brown hair. A stubble beard also dusted his face. He leaned against the brick wall of the bar. He wore heavy looking black boots, blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He coolly smoked a cigarette as he looked at Justin.
This was not normally the type of man that Justin was attracted to, but he was in awe. He wanted to know this smokin’ stud, but didn’t know what to say. So he just waved sheepishly.
The man grinned and dropped his smoke on the concrete sidewalk and stepped on it with his boot. He gave a quick wink and headed back into the bar.
Justin interpreted that as an invitation and stepped up to the bar.
“Sorry bud, leather only,” the bouncer said.
“Oh…okay,” Justin said as he looked inside and saw the handsome man smirk.
Justin turned around to head back home in defeat. That wasn’t his scene anyways. That handsome man was just a fantasy. It wasn’t anything to get excited about. As he passed an alleyway, he heard a whistle from it. He glanced down and saw a man. He had aviator sunglasses on, even though it was dark. He wore a black leather shirt, tie, pants and boots. He also wore a military style cap. A lit cigarette dangled from his lips, under a thick mustache. He held out a black leather jacket with leather gloved hands.
“Hello?” Justin said, but didn’t get a response from the mysterious man. Justin approached cautiously.
The man didn’t move. He just quietly held out the jacket. “Are you giving this to me?” Justin asked.
Still silence. Justin interpreted that the jacket was being gifted and grabbed it. The man stood there as he lowered his arm.
Justin put the jacket on. He looked down at it and thought it fit perfectly. He felt different wearing it. Like he was someone new, or someone else.
“Wow, thanks,” Justin said as he looked up, but the man was gone. “Weird,” he said to himself as he headed back to the bar and the handsome man.
Justin woke up with his head in drool on his pillow. He felt hungover and confused. “What the…” he groggily said. He didn’t remember going to bed. He didn’t remember anything from the night before. He hasn’t drank that much since college, and his body was feeling it. He grabbed his phone and saw that it was about ten past eight on Saturday morning…
“Shit!” he said as he quickly got up, but felt dizzy. He remembered that he was expected to be at work. He found himself still in his clothes from yesterday. He tightened his tie and slipped on his shoes. His hair was messy and he had a stubble beard. He had no time to shower, shave and tidy up. His boss was going to be on his ass as it was. He grabbed the leather jacket that was lying on the floor and put it on as he hurried out the door.
Justin walked past his coworkers as they all stared and whispered to each other. Both he and them knew this wasn’t like him at all. He always showed up on time and always kept his appearance clean.
Just as he was logging in to his computer, Amanda approached him from her office. “Jesus Justin - you smell like an ashtray. Where have you been?”
He smelled his jacket and she was right, he did smell like stale cigarette smoke. “Umm…sorry. Found myself at a party last night…ended up being a late night,” he confessed.
She huffed, clearly irritated. “Come see me before lunch,” she ordered.
Justin looked up at his coworkers and they were all staring. They didn’t be feel embarrassed for being nosey. They just kept whispering to each other.
He worked as he dreaded meeting with his boss. He was mentally preparing for the tongue lashing he was about to receive.
The clock finally struck 11:30 and Justin walked into Amanda’s office.
“Take a seat,” she sternly demanded.
The next 30 minutes was over how performance must not go down over the next few months and that he must make work a priority in his life. She talked about a false potential promotion and said that his performance today seriously hurt his chances. This wasn’t news to Justin; his boss always talked about a future promotion for him that past four years, but nothing came to fruition.
It was finally lunch and Justin escaped from Amanda’s office. He was feeling irritated, pissed and a little stressed. As he stepped outside, he felt all that emotion as a little tug inside his chest.
He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo lighter. He didn’t know that they were in there, but instinctively reached for them.
He slid out a cigarette and placed it in his lips. He flicked the Zippo and brought the flame towards the end of the Red.
He sucked in hard and breathed in the smoke as he clicked the Zippo closed. He put the lighter and pack back in his jacket as he exhaled through his nose. It provided immediate relief and pleasure. He took another drag and held it in his lungs for a few seconds, before blowing it up into the air.
“What are you doing? So you are a smoker now?,” a cold voice from Amanda came from behind him. She walked off on the sidewalk, with her nose in the air, as if he was beneath him.
But she was right though. “What am I doing?” he mumbled to himself. He never smoked in his life, or so he thought. Without realizing it, he lit up and smoked as if he needed it. He didn’t know how he knew he had cigs on him, or why they were there in the first place. He hated that he admitted to himself that he found it pleasurable, so he took one more drag and dropped the half smoked cigarette on the cement before snubbing it out with his shoe.
As he sat at his desk during the afternoon, his phone buzzed with a notification of a text message. He pulled it out quickly and saw it was a text from an “Ethsn”. He figured his drunken self mistyped “Ethan” last night, but he had no idea who this was.
He slipped his phone back in his pocket and got up to read the text in the bathroom. There was no way he was going to let Amanda catch him texting at his desk.
He locked the door and unlocked his phone. The text read:
“hey stud! enjoyed meeting you last night. and other things. ;) going to be out of town the next few days but hope to see you soon for pound 2 :P”
“Did I fuck last night?!” he exclaimed, then hoping no one was standing outside the bathroom.
If he did, he wished for two things. Number one was that Ethan was the smoking stud he saw. And number two was that he at least used a condom. Justin barely had a sex life and when he did, he preferred to be on PrEP…which he wasn’t currently.
He typed as he tried to match Ethan’s energy:
“Hey handsome! I enjoyed it too. >;) Text me when you are back and we’ll meet up.”
His dick twitched at the thought of hooking up with the smoking stud he hoped was named Ethan.
The rest of the afternoon was unexciting. He was the last one to leave, hoping he would get back in Amanda’s good graces.
It was dark when he left and was planning to walk home. He immediately lit up a Red, feeling the craving all afternoon. At this point, he accepted that he currently is a smoker. He told himself he’ll quit at some point, but this is what he needed and wanted in this moment.
As he walked to his apartment, he was approaching at The Cage. He stopped as he took a final drag off his second cigarette of his walk. He flicked the butt out towards the street and mindlessly walked into the bar for the second time.
To be continued in “Inside the Cage”:
https://www.tumblr.com/smoketransformer/803562320395698176/inside-the-cage
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lead me into submission Master
Wrong Place, Right Time?
The evening started out as typical as they come. Jorge was visiting from out of town and his friends wanted to show him the artsy district. They'd been stopping at the shops along the way, popping in for coffee and pastries, and eventually sat down at a quaint café for dinner and a couple glasses of wine. Nothing crazy.
What neither Jorge nor his friends knew, this area was a symbol of gentrification. In prior years, it was raunchy, sex-positive, and had few rules. Just beyond what they could physically see, lurking inside abandoned buildings that hadn't yet been converted into lofts or art galleries, were the remnants of years gone by and a presence that was ready to fight back for control.
Jorge had literally just left his friends and was walking the few blocks to his boutique hotel. Three burly men, dressed head to toe in leather emerged from an alley. They definitely looked out of place from the people Jorge had seen in his short time in the area.
Perhaps Jorge stared a moment too long. Whatever it was, one of the men tapped the others which changed their direction, leading them to cross the street. Jorge started to pick up his pace, when one of the men made direct eye contact with him and made a beeline in his direction, taking a long drag off the cigar he prominently displayed in his maw.
Jorge was frozen in his tracks as the man grabbed him by the neck with his gloved hand and took another long haul off his cigar. Tilting Jorge's neck back, he blew a stream of smoke directly into his face then leaned even closer to ensure the remainder of his lung full went directly into Jorge's mouth.
As the smoke one permeated his body, Jorge felt a jolt coming deep inside his core. With a coy smile and a glint in his eyes, Jorge exhaled the smoke. The man then says, "You belong to me now, boy. I am your maker, your owner, and your Master from this day forth. You will serve me and the Brotherhood for the rest of your days. Not that you have a choice, but do you understand?"
Jorge stared in the eyes of this man, who he had never seen before moments ago, with a longing and desire to serve - no, live or die for him. As soon as he uttered the words, "I understand, Master," Jorge bowled over in pain. What he could not see were his muscles expanding - shoulders growing, pecs enlarging. His boyish good looks hardened. His brow furrowed as he grew from 5'7" to 6'2", filling out so much that he had to remove his shirt or be crushed.
As his growth plateued, his Master pulled out a chain with a lock, placing it around Jorge's neck. As he admired his work, he pinched Jorge's nipples. He felt a lasting pain as he realized both of his nipples now held barbell piercings. Jorge also suddenly felt cooler on the sides of his head as he raised his hands to find smooth sides.
His Master pulled out a long, thick cigar and lighter, handing them to Jorge. Once he brought the cigar to life and began to stoke it, his Master stated, "That cigar is not to leave your mouth, boy. It will be in your jaw at all times. If you drop or remove it, you will be punished." Jorge stated, "Yes, Master", although contrary to who he was only moment ago, he had a morbid curiosity to find out what the punishment may be and if he would enjoy it.
With that, his Master snatched the lighter from Jorge's hand and grabbed him by the chain. "It's time to get you tatted up, son, starting with your head. My boys are mean looking fuckers and you will fit in very soon." Pushing the cigar to the side of his mouth with his tongue, Jorge said, "Yes, Master. I am yours to build in your image." "Damn right, boy," Master said as he led Jorge by the chain down the street toward the tattoo parlor, where his fellow Masters were busy converting the artists and patrons into their members of the Brotherhood.
Soon, they intend to have their neighborhood back...
New Leather man is Born
The married couple had been together for over a decade and slowly but surely, things had started to turn sour between them. Petty arguments had become roaring fights and they hardly spoke to each other anymore. So when they decided to take a weekend trip to a nearby town to try and work out their issues, it seemed like the perfect solution.
Things had started pretty okay, they’d checked into their hotel and explored the town. But that night, everything went wrong. They had a huge argument that caused him to storm out of their hotel room and onto the streets. The bright neon lights of a bar caught his eye, and he made his way inside.
It was packed full of burly men dressed head to toe in leather, which seemed to be a uniform of sorts around here. The noise and energy in the room was intense, and he suddenly felt like he belonged. He was approached by a man who stood out in the crowd – a Leather Master, he called himself.
The Leather Master took a liking to the lost man and offered to buy him a drink. The drink was sweet and strong, and before long, he felt like he was on cloud nine. The atmosphere had worked some sort of magic on him, and he suddenly found himself drawn to the man in leather. They talked and laughed, and the longer they spent together, the more comfortable he felt in his new surroundings.
Before he knew it, he was being whisked away by the Leather Master, who promised to show him his new world. They went back to his place, and the Leather Master began to groom him into the lifestyle. Strange rituals and incantations were performed, and he started feeling like he was going insane.
When he woke up the next morning, he was adorned in his very own leather uniform, head to toe. The Leather Master had managed to condition him into thinking he was now gay, and his old life suddenly felt like a distant memory.
As time went on, he lived in a world of leather and debauchery, forever lost in his new life.
Nice transformation of married man to gay leatherman. I wonder if this is how they ‘sealed their Master-Slave’ relationship?
Sexy leather stud looking great in his gear!
Let's reprogram him...
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Damn. Professional leather model. Beautiful.
Karl's dronification is pending...