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Growing into Gear
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Lee was a cocky 18 year old, with too much time on his hands. He had recently left school with a few good grades, and didn't fancy university. Lee's love was all things on two wheels; motorbikes was in his blood, and although he had a supportive parents, they weren't aware of Lee's love of bike gear and fetish. Lee wanted to get out of the road, and the only place he knew how to do this was in London. He had read how hard it was being a courier and the long hours involved, but this still didn't put him off. He had passed his test two weeks after he became legal and now held a full bike license, but didn't have a bike.

Lee went to stay with a friend in Dartford, and the next day, phoned up a courier company and asked about a job. 'Yerr - sure' - came the reply, we desperately need riders for jobs in the city. Come in - and this was exactly what Lee did.

Express couriers was based in Shoreditch, and he sat down in their grubby offices. Paperwork everywhere and controllers shouting down the line to their rider and vans. This initially frightened Lee, but the manager said to him - 'Look Kid, this is a hard game, you're gonna have to put in 12-15 hour days, in the wet, cold, sluge of London, and learn this town like the back of your hand'. Lee didn't move. It seemed the manager's charm offensive had failed, but still he kept on....'ya gonna crash, your bike is going to die and all your fellow riders will want to steal your job....cappish??'...still no movement....'the money's crap and you're gonna hate me after the first week' - Lee wasn't listening, but he had a problem. 'I don't have any kit - no helmet or leathers'....'Arh, no problems, we got a room full of that stuff....go see John...you're on £200 quid a week, for a minimum 5 day week. You sort your own tax and stuff out...get out here Kid, I'm busy' - the boss made a call - 'John, a young kid call Lee - sort him out with a bike, radio and kit can ya?' and put the phone down...

The only thing Lee could see was guys coming into the office with their well worn leathers on, stinking and sweating in their gear (it was a hot day, but all wore waterproofs)...and he felt his dick grow hard. John's office was along the corridor - he was well worn, years of London courier riding under his belt and wore unlined leather trousers. John was fit for his years, in his Fifties...when Lee come through the door, John stopped what he was doing and started measuring him with his eyes. Lee was a quite a beautiful man, but not really streetwise....

"I think you are probably a 41/42" chest and a 32 waist young man" - Lee was impressed. 'Yes, that right.' Lee then felt embrassed, because he knew he want leathers, not textiles. 'I...' he stammered '..prefer Leathers'. John nodded, but noticed the kids hard looking bulge in his pants...and turned away smiling...'I think I might have something for you; come in here'. Lee went into the back room - John looked at him and said - 'for most people, they just want some waterproof overtrousers, but I see you take your skin rather more seriously than others' - 'have a look around and see what takes your fancy - I'll be back in twenty' - and John left the room...

The room stunk of old leathers and sweat...Lee wanted to get out his cock and wank all over them, but their were voices outside. He went along the racks, and eventually found a one piece suit - an old Securior Omega unvented set of leathers. They were in blue, and Lee thought they would go with his eyes! The leathers smelt of men, and Lee took the suit and went to the changing area. He put on the suit...and yes, it fitted in a very tight way - the leathers were slight too small, but Lee didn't care....he zipped himself into them and look in the mirror...he had never worn any leather suits before, only an old leather jacket two sizes too large....The armour in the knees and elbows, the hibs and the in-built back-protector was exactly right. Lee felt his dick rub against the front of the leather, and felt himself in heaven.

Next came the boots - there were hundreds of pairs, but Lee knew he wanted a certain look, and eventually after 5 minutes, found a set of motorcross type boots in his size and put them on his feet - they were black and from Alpinestar. A set of blue matching waterproof gloves came next [Lee was beginning to like the previous owner a lot], and then a helmet....

At that moment, John the Storeman came back into the room, and stopped....took two steps towards Lee and looked at him up and down. John said 'I knew the last guy who wore those leathers - he was like you too - a nice guy' - 'Come and grab a lid - it's new, because we can't let people go out with old lids'. John found a new crash-helmet for him...it was a motorcross style, but a top-of-the-range Arai. Before Lee could try it on, John said to him - 'Kid, this helmet has got to last you a year or so, so I'm gonna suggest a balaclava or two would come in handy' - Balaclavas were issued, and Lee found himself with a pile of stuff. The leathers were getting warm, but Lee didn't care. A courier tabbard, and mobile phone with electronic delivery software was given to him....more deductions were made, and Lee found himself working the first week on behalf of the courier company, but he didn't care....he knew the money in subsequent weeks was all that was needed. Finally, John said to him - 'I've got an old map, but you'll need a new A-Z ASAP - and you've forgotton ya waterproofs.' John found himself look at Lee and saying 'I've got some old waterproofs for you, hope you like them' - and with that, went into the backroom and came back with some old Rukka thick PVC overalls. These were thermal ones, and smell of sweat was overpowering...

Finally, with a pile of kit, Lee was led down to the pound. In the corner was a old Kawasaki KPZ500 single cylinder trailly type bike with a top box - a broken lock and a bungy cord, which was green with a blue seat - all of which had seen better days. 'Stick with us for 8 weeks kid, and you get a new bike of your choice - most guys go with a Sports bike, but see how you go'.

Lee was shown how to use the Radio and phone and how to call base - and the basic code. John made sure that Lee knew which way was East - and chucked in a couple of questions in terms of where places were. Staines, Enfield, Uxbridge, Putney and Liverpool St were all pointed out correctly.

Lee rode back to Dartford - and his mate's house. His friend Dave was troubled....'Lee mate, I've got a problem, ya know, its kinda...well, its a girl, and you being on the settie mate, its not going to work....stay here until the end of the week, but then I've gotta let ya go'. Lee's head was swimming; he found himself in a strange city with a job, but no home.

Lee didn't really sleep that night, as he was so worried, and when eventually he arrived back in the office, John was there....he could see that Lee was worried and lacking in sleep...he invited him in, shut the door - told everybody to 'piss off' and asked how Lee was... Lee admitted there and then that he didn't have a place to sleep after Friday night, and John looked at him up and down and smiled....'Look, if you want, I've got a spare room, £50 a week rent in Bermondsey'. Lee smiled at John, and he also noticed John's rather stiff cock through his leather trousers. Lee and John then smiled at each other.

Lee didn't wait to be asked, and the following day rode with his meagre belongings to John's house...John had a garage and as the Kawasaki approached, the garage door opened, and John and his bike were there, with a space for Lee's mount'

Lee still had his leathers on, and he noticed that John must have recently come back, because he was still in his one piece leathers on too....As soon as they got indoors, and the garage door closed, John grabbed Lee by his hands and pinned him with his knee to the wall. Lee was fighting and tried to get away, but to no avail....he was trapped, and he began to panic. 'STOP PANICING' came the order - 'relax - I'm only gonna check you over BITCH BOY - no arse exploration tonight, maybe tomorrow' and with that Lee found himself handcuffed to a ring in the wall...

With his hands tied up, Lee was then tricked into standing still whilst he was tied up by big leather straps....'to make sure you don't kick me you little faggot boy' - Lee wasn't going to sleep that night. Over the next couple of hours, John proceed to gradually unzip his new prisoner, and worked his tight nipples and starts to lick on Lee's tight dick. Lee prided himself on a tight gee-string, and this was cut off under protest....leaving just his young body and hard cock for John's pleasure.....his helmet was removed, and a tight PVC hood with a leather gag was placed over his head....leaving just his eyes, nose and mouth....Lee was really turned on, but very frightened.....

At this point, another heavy tight fitting leather hood was placed on him- and Lee heard the electronic buzz of a camera. He could also hear John in the background on the phone, but he couldn't decypher what was being said. It seemed that Lee was now the subject on John's website - and live streaming for all concerned....

Then the doorbell went - no voices, but a door being opened, and he sensed that he there was more than one other guy here....

"SO " came a voice "What do you brought us tonight John - some fuck leather pussy - and he's mighty cute too"...."yerr, I think he a virgin too boys" - "we need to break him in slow and proper"....and it was true, as Lee had never experienced another man inside him before....and he was shitting himself....

Lee heard John in his ear - "Do as I say, or there'll be trouble, and you'll get a knee in ya balls for ya trouble - do you understand?" - A muffled nod came from Lee. He felt John's leather gloved hands starting to probe around Lee dick, and the tight leather upon leather sensation was heavenly.

At hostage at this point was somewhat restrained, but Lee was lead into a different room and told to sit down. It felt a padded seat - "Trust me" was wispered into Lee's leather masked world, and his legs (still in his offroader bike boots) - were kicked apart and fastened using what felt like leather straps. His still gloved hands were taken and buckled into a set of padded straps. He felt his chest being strapped into the seat and for the first time, this cocky kid had nowhere to go.

The next move made Lee mad, because very carefully, he felt the leather around his cock and around his arse being opened (stitches were unpicked) and he felt very vunarable and he was angry, because he loved his new leathers and these bastards were ruining his new suit. He soon felt fingers starting to probe and prod his virginal arse, and he was cried out in a muffled way. He was told to shutup, and at the sametime, he smelt some strong aromas being applied to his nose....he loved the sensation and relaxed as he head swam around to the smell. He started loving his arse, and could not understand why he enjoyed it so much. He felt some leather gloved hands starting to rub his nipples and whilst his head was swimming, he felt something a lot larger being placed up his arse. Initally, it felt smooth, but then there was a slightly nobbly effect. This caused Lee some pain, but another whiff of the strong aromas settled him. Then - slowly - and very deliberately, the large object started to move in and out. Lee could feel the lubricated dildo penitrating his tight arse and he head swim with extersity. He WANTED this cock- he needed the cock and he arse felt greedy.

When he felt his head was about to explode - the dildo was remove from him. Lee was barly able to move, let alone breath, the masks were really tight on his head, he went from panicing to wanting more. Then he felt a rubber glove probing his arse. First one finger, then two together. Lee was licking his lips - he wanted so much more - and yet the basteads were being very slow. The ring in his ear was pressing so hard against the mask so much that it bled, but he didn't notice it. He was occassionally given water, but nothing else.

He really couldn't move - but whatever device is he was tied onto was certainly secure. What he was aware of - was his cock, balls and cute arse were all being attended to. He felt a sensation of a tongue against the rim of his arse. His underwear was torn off, but the leather remained on. Although he felt so hot and so horny,he wanted to give himself to these people and be pleasured.

He heard John - "its tomorrow Bitchboy" - and felt the hole in his leather one piece suit being invaded. The smell of men, many men was overpowering. A mixture of leather, rubber and aromas filled the air. Lee's head span, but his whole body was being pleasured. Lee realised that he had been plugged - and felt his buttplug slowly being removed. His arse felt ~so~ alive. It felt ~so~ hungry. His whole body was suddenly pulled forward - and his arse felt really tight. John again.."lets see your arse" and he felt a very thick manhood being firmly, but gently pressed into his arse. He tensed up, but then felt the outer lips of his butt - being violated by this manhood.

The sensation was mind blowing - and Lee finally let himself go - and said "take me"...

John's cock slipped into Lee's arse - and he heard the creek of man leather rubbing together - he felt the neverending shaft of John's magnificent manhood penitrate his cute fuck hole and he fell into a daze of pleasure. He didn't mind if the world was watching - he wanted to show everyone how he was a pleasure tool for John's huge, long and fat cock.

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Lee woke at 0630 the following morning. He was lying in a clean double bed - with white crisp linen sheets. He was completely naked. He stretched and looked over at the far side of his new room. A set of black one piece leather were hanging on a hook on the opposite wall. His new helmet, boots and gloves were also there. Lee noticed at that arse had a discrete leather industrial zip round the back of them - and on the front of the leathers - was a leather clip-off pounch for his cock and balls.

It looked like John had gone out of the house, but the note attached to the leathers said 'You were amazing last night - hopefully we can do this again'. The new leathers were amazing. Silk and neoprene lined, Lee found them extremely pleasurable to wear. They were really thick and creaked a lot when he walked in them. He enjoyed carrying packages to companies - and watching the receptionist blush.

Lee and John have now been living together for over five years - and are contining to enjoy life, each other and their love of men and leathers.