NookieStar presents: Boot Slavery (auth, ws)John saw the boots at the end of the corridor, over 50metres away. He could always identify a guy wearingboots. He was not sure why. As long as he couldremember, even as a small child, his eyes were somehowdrawn to booted feet. It had been the greatestpleasure and the greatest misery in his life. But thensex was like that. And John had realised long ago thatboots, and the men who wore them, were the primaryobject of his sexual cravings.Even at such a distance he recognised them as engineerboots. But they were somehow rather different. Asevery step brought them nearer he saw that it was thesoles that made them special. They had thicker solesthan any others he had seen. His attention turned fora moment to the guy wearing the boots. He was alsounusual. In his boots he was taller than John who washimself quite tall. Perhaps gaining a little extraheight was why he chose such thick-soled boots. Whilethe fashion was for longer hair with gels and lotionsto keep it just so, his hair was so short that healmost seemed to have a shaved head. And he waswearing a black suit with the boots, in a companywhere even a tie was considered `dressing up’. He wasa rebel from the top of his head to the soles of hisbooted feet. The whole attitude of his body, typified the way he walked, displayed the arrogance neededto wear black engineer boots with a suit, and to notcare what anyone thought. John, who owned many pairsof engineer boots, would never dare to wear them towork. The cowboy boots he usually wore, such as theblack harness boots he had pulled on that morningcaused him to blush if anyone commented on them. Johnlacked the confidence to be a rebel in public,although dressed in leather and boots in front of hisbedroom mirror he could sometimes see the arrogantlook that this guy wore quite naturally, every day.The booted guy’s dark eyes were hard and aggressive.Perhaps it was that that forced John to look down tothe floor. More likely was the need to see thosedelicious boots as they came ever closer. In themoments it took them to pass he saw the shiny roundtoes standing a little higher than the rest of thefoot. He knew that they must have steel toecaps underthe rich black leather. He saw that the heels werethicker and a little taller than most engineer boots.But as a connoisseur of such things he knew thatbigger heels were needed to keep the boot inproportion to the thick soles. He saw the telltalebuckle and strap across the instep that confirmed thatthey were indeed engineer boots. The strap turnedupwards where it left the buckle. Even the boots hadan arrogance of their own. All this he saw andremembered in the moments that it took them to pass inthe corridor.John did not look back once the boots had passed. Thatmight be noticed, and John did not want anyone toguess what was going on in his head. He was sure hewould see the boots again. As he took his coffee backto his office he went through the catalogue of bootsin his mind making doubly sure that he had never seensuch boots before. John visited all the shoe shopsregularly to enjoy examining and touching all theboots. He got a thrill from them all. Engineers,cowboy boots, army boots. They all gave him a tinglethat started in his stomach and worked up over hiswhole body. He was sure he had never seen boots likethose before. They were either a new line, in whichcase he must seek them out, or they had been bought inanother town, perhaps even another country.John could not be certain what the rest of the bootsthat disappeared into the black suit trousers wouldlook like. In his mind he pictured the boots withvarious heights of shaft. He was sure that they wouldbe high boots. Short engineer boots with those thicksoles would not look right. Whoever had designed sucha perfect pair of boots would not have made a mistakelike that. But how high would they be? Calf high? Kneehigh? He would need to find out. He had seen the strapover the instep. Would they have a strap at the top?Most did. If they did would there be one or twostraps? He decided on two as it seemed right andbecause it made his stomach tingle some more.Later that morning he was walking back to his officewith his second cup of coffee and he knew the bootswere behind him. He was not sure how he knew, but hewas certain. It might have been the sound. All boots,he had learnt, made their own distinctive sound asthey hit the ground. It might have been the rhythm ofthe strides. He had heard the boots once before. Thatwas probably enough for someone like him to instantlyrecognise the rhythm and sound and to get an instantpicture in his mind of the boots and of the guy inthem. He had five senses and liked to enjoy boots withas many of those senses as he could.He stopped at the printer and picked out the sheetthat was coming out of the slot. It was not his, butthe owner could always print it again. But stopping atthe printer gave enough time for the boots to pass himso that he could follow them down the corridor. Helooked carefully at the guy’s legs and just below theknee he could see the tops of the boots showingthemselves through the trousers as they moved thematerial with each stride. He smiled to himself insatisfaction as his stomach made its usualsummersault. He looked at the deep tread on the thicksoles. They were hardly worn so they must be fairlynew boots. The picture was nearly complete. As he wentinto his office the guy turned round and grinned athim. But the smile was on the face. The eyes remainedhard and cold and a little frightening.Over the next few weeks, John saw the boots over andover again. He made sure that he did. He got to knowthe guy’s habits so that he could be in the rightplace or going in the right direction to see them. Theguy never spoke and John was far too shy to start aconversation himself. But the cold hard eyes lookedright into him as their eyes met.John expected this infatuation to pass. He was toohonest not to recognise his desire for what it was. Itwas infatuation over a pair of boots, and over a guyin a pair of boots, neither of which he could everhave. It had happened many times before and usuallyfollowed a pattern of slowly waning desire. John wascomfortable that it should be so. Sometimes hisattention would pass to another pair of boots. Perhapsa guy in cowboy boots or perhaps a glimpse of adispatch rider in black leather with buckled bikerboots up to his knees. Then the old infatuation wouldbe largely forgotten, and replaced a new one. Ifthe infatuation lasted, John might seek out a pair ofthe boots for himself. He would buy them and wear themand use them, and somehow that always dimmed thedesire. But not in this case. He tried all the shopshe knew, but never saw a pair of engineer boots thatexactly matched the ones he longed for. And though hesaw other boots walking around, the thick-soled shinyengineers still held his attention. So the weeks went. John was not unhappy. He was surprised that he wasstill fascinated these boots. But they gave himpleasure. So he was not unhappy.One day John went to collect a document from theprinter. The booted guy was there opening a new box ofpaper. He was crouched down and the bend of his kneeshad made his trousers ride up and meant that Johncould see more of the boots than he ever had before.He could see all of the strap over the instep and allof the ankle. He could see all of the heel. He couldmake out the metal reinforcements around the ankle andthe imprint of the makers’ name. The tingle spreadquickly over his body. The guy looked up and smiled.It was a kindly smile. John recognised it as the sortof smile that someone gives a dog or a child. It was asmile that you give to something or someone that isprecious to you, but to something or someone that youknow you are superior to. It was the right sort ofsmile for him to give John. The guy spoke. Just 10words, and then he got up and walked away down thecorridor with John following every footstep until heturned the corner and was out of sight. He said “I amgoing for a drink after work. Be there.”John knew that he should not go. If he were everchallenged as to why he did not go he could say he didnot know which bar had been meant. But he did know. Itwould be the bar in the shops below the office. Johnknew that if he went it could well cause problems andterrible embarrassment at work. When you have a secretlike John, it is always foolish to let anyone at workget close to the real you. John knew that he shouldnot go. But he also knew that he would go. He knewthat he had to go.At a little after five John walked into the bar. Theguy was sitting, with his back to the door, at a tableagainst the far wall. There was a beer in front of himand another in front of the seat opposite. He had alsoknown that John would go. John sat down. As he satdown the guy said “Don’t say anything. I will talk. Icollect people and I have decided to collect you. Youare my property and the fact you are here means thatyou know it.” The guy looked deep into his eyes andJohn realised that he spoke the truth. He did know it.”I enjoy collecting people, and then I enjoy makingthem do things and doing things to them they would notchoose to do or have done to them. And then I makethem enjoy what I make them do and what I do to them.Since I first saw you I have been observing you anddeciding whether I really wanted to collect you. WhenI had decided that I did, I had to make my plans foryou. I have great plans for you and when I havefinished you will not recognise yourself. But you willeventually come to like it. I am very good at what Ido. I am the best.”He stopped talking and John wondered whether he wasexpected to say something. He took a breath to speakbut the guy held up a hand to stop him. Still keepingJohn’s eyes locked in his, he said “I will answer thetwo questions that are in your mind. Firstly, no Iwill not tell you what my plans are. You will find outwhen I am ready. Secondly you want to know whether itwill involve sex. My answer is the same as to thefirst question. It is a matter for me.” John began tospeak. He only got out one word — `but’. The guystopped him. “Do not begin sentences with the word`but’. It implies that you are going to argue with mydecisions. You are my property now. You mustunderstand that. You must also understand that this isnot some scene when you call me `master’ and I beatyou when you pretend to misbehave. This is real. I mayhurt you, but I will hurt you because I want to, notas part of an act. You will accept what I say and doas I tell you because you have no choice. Now firstthing this morning I put a card on the notice boardadvertising a room for rent in my house. You will movein on Saturday.”Almost because he had been told not to, John wanted tostart the next sentence with `but’. He resisted.Instead he said “You did that this morning? We hadnever spoken until this afternoon.” The only reply theguy gave was “I told you I am very good.” John feltconfused. He said “What rent do I pay?” As the wordscame out he realised that it was a stupid question.The guy smiled again. “Money is no longer important toyou. You will give me all your salary. I will savepart of it and the rest I will keep. I will give youwhat little money you may need. But as I will chooseeverything and pay for everything, you need not worryabout money.” He then laughed out loud. “You probablydon’t even know what my name is. My name is Brian,which is a name I detest. My close friends call me`Skin’ for reasons that really do not matter. You willcall me Skin. I know your name is John. I will callyou Jo. You will not let anyone else address you as`Jo’.” Little more was said between them as they dranktheir beers. Saturday Jo had packed all his belongings intocases and boxes and bags and was waiting for Skin toarrive. He came in a small van and helped Jo transporthis things to his new home. They arrived at what was alarge old house in a street of similar buildings. Skinhelped carry the cases and boxes and bags upstairs andtook them and Jo into a large bedroom that wasbrightly decorated with a good selection of modernfurniture. The bed was a double bed, but Skin told himthat his own room was opposite. When all the bags wereupstairs, Skin asked Jo which bags his clothes werein. Jo pointed to two suitcases. Skin opened the firstand began taking items out which he put in a blackdustbin liner. He did the same with the second casebut removed rather more. Jo said “but you have takenall my underwear.” Skin said quietly as if explainingto a child “Firstly, I have told you about using`but’. Secondly, it is not `my underwear’. You do notown anything anymore. In future you will wear my pantsand socks. I will wear them one day and you will wearthem the next. My sweat and my smells will become partof you.” He looked at Jo for a few moments to makesure he had been understood. Then he continued “Jo,are these all your clothes? There are no shoes.” Johad thinned out his vast collection of boots. It was aprocess he found very painful as he hated parting withboots which all had memories and associations. But hehad still brought 20 of his favourite pairs. He hadhoped Skin would not notice them. He now realised thatthis was rather foolish. He would not be allowed toown secrets anymore. He owned nothing.Jo pointed to the 3 sacks that he had placed behindhim against the wall. He flushed as Skin got out pairof boots after pair of boots. There were his very highheeled and pointed cowboy boots with the fancystitching. There was a similar pair in black withchains around the ankles. There were his Alpenstarmotorbike boots with the buckles up the leg. Therewere his black 20-hole rangers with the steel toe-capsand a matching pair in brown. As Skin slowly removedeach pair, he looked at the boots and then at Jo. Thenhe got out the next pair and the next. From the finalbag he got out the three pairs of leather trousers,one with thong ties down the sides, the black leatherchaps, the black leather T-shirt and the two blackleather biker jackets. When he had finished examiningthem, Skin put them all back in the bags and put thebags the door with the other things he obviouslyintended to take away. Jo knew that it would not behis decision, but he knew he needed boots. He did notwant that taken away from him. He said “Am I not goingto be allowed to wear the boots again?” He carefullyavoided saying `my boots’. Skin looked at the floor asif searching for an answer. “I did not expect this” hesaid. “But it gives me some more ideas. Part of myownership of you means that in future I will decideexactly what you wear. I think you already know that.But I do not think even I could break your obviouspassion for boots. Whatever I tell you to wear willtherefore always include boots. You will never wearanything else. Never. No shoes. No trainers. AlwaysBoots.” He closed the door and left Jo alone.Over the rest of that first day the two got to knoweach other. Jo found that Skin knew a lot about a lotof NookieStar presentss and their conversations ranged widely. Joquickly became very easy in Skin’s company. Skin didnot mind if Jo argued and disagreed with him as theydiscussed music or politics or whatever. Skin seemedto enjoy the jousting, particularly as his arguments,always forcibly put, usually won. But Jo knew thatthere were areas where Skin’s decision was final andon those he was careful not to question or to commentunless specifically instructed to do so. He justaccepted.Jo had wondered whether Skin would treat him as somesort of menial labour. But Skin had said that this wasnot a scene and they did all the chores together.After a surprisingly good meal — Skin was obviously agood cook — and a few beers they went to bed at aroundmidnight. Skin wished Jo a good night and they went totheir separate rooms. Jo slept soundly.He was woken around 8 o’clock Skin, who was fullydressed in jeans and T-shirt. He had never seen hisbare arms before and was somehow surprised and thennot surprised to see that he had two large tattoos onhis forearms. One was a brightly coloured eagle withits claws holding a large snake that curled around hisarm. The other was a traditional design of roses andother flowers, with a scroll in the centre with theword `Skin’ in fancy writing. Both covered his entireforearm. Skin saw that Jo was looking at the tattoos.He said “I had these done when I was 16, and yeshaving my skin inked was one of the reasons I wasnicknamed `Skin’. Skin was carrying some clothes,which he put on the bed. He left telling Jo thatbreakfast would be in half an hour. Jo took a shower,cleaned his teeth and shaved and then went back to hisroom. He picked up the underpants and looked inside.He could see they had been worn some tell taleyellow stains around the crotch, but they were notbadly soiled. He put them on, followed the socksand the jeans which, he noticed, were not a pair thathe had brought with him. He picked up the white T-shirt and smelled it under the armpits. It had clearlybeen worn before, but it smelt of Skin’s odour and hefelt good as he put it on.The rest of the morning and part of the afternoon wasspent doing everyday things. They went shopping to thesupermarket. Skin had given Jo a pair of brown squaretoe harness boots to wear, and had put on a similarpair in black himself. Jo had only bought them a fewweeks before when he had got two pairs for the priceof one in a sale. So he had chosen one in each colour.He particularly liked the very square toes and thegood shaped heels and the thick straps joining at themetal rings at the ankles. He felt very pleased thatthey were wearing nearly identical boots. To anyonewho might look it said that they were together. Jorealised that in Skin’s company he worried rather lessabout what other people might think of him. While theywere out he did not try to hide his looks at the bootsSkin was wearing. Skin did not say anything but Joknew that he did not mind. He would have told him notto look if he wanted Jo to act differently. When theystopped at a pub for a drink on the way home from thesupermarket, Skin sat with his legs crossed so that Jogot a good view as they chatted. He played with therings at the ankles and with the heels and caused thetingle to spread from Jo’s stomach.Once they had got home and put the shopping away Skinsaid “I have something else for you to wear.” He wentto a drawer and got out a length of metal chain withthick links and a dull shine. He handed it to Jo whofound that it was much heavier than he expected. Skinexplained that it was special steel that was verystrong and difficult to cut with anything but a laser.Jo knew what it was for and was about to put it abouthis neck when he realised that it had no catch on it.He looked at Skin a little puzzled. Skin told him thatit had to be welded together. He left it unsaid thatonce it was on it was not easily going to come off. Itwas clearly too short to take off over his head. Hefollowed Skin to the shed in the garden where thechain was fastened around his neck. Skin worked at theback of his head so he was not sure how he fastenedit. He could not hear a blowtorch. Maybe he used alaser. But in this, as in so much else, Skin proved tobe an expert and the chain never felt more than warm.When it was finished Skin gave him a mirror. He couldnot see any join. It seemed to be a single piece ofchain. Skin said ” I like it. It looks good.” Jorealised that this was a time when his opinion was notneeded, although if he had been asked he would havehad to have said that he liked it too. Skin pointedout that each link had a small inscription — `Propertyof Skin’.The next day was Monday and the first work day of thenew week. Skin again brought Jo his clothes. The pantsand socks were the ones Skin had worn the previousday. They felt good as Jo put them on. The dark blueshirt was clean although the white T-shirt he was towear underneath was the one Skin had worn the daybefore. He had chosen a pair of black jeans for Jo towear. Last week Jo, when he was only John, had alwaysworn formal trousers with a shirt. Skin seemed to havedecided that he was to be more casual. Skin himselfwore his usual black suit. Jo noticed that he waswearing the (not `his’) black pointed cowboy bootswith the high underslung heels. He had removed thechains around the ankles, which somehow seemed to makethem even showier. Perhaps that was just because itwas Skin that was wearing them. Jo knew he would neverhave the courage to wear boots like those to work,even though he had longed to do so. As he had thatthought he realised that the correct expression was`would never have worn’. Perhaps tomorrow Skin woulddecide that he would wear them to work. And then hewould wear them, as he would have no choice.Skin went back to his own room and returned holdingthe black engineer boots that had been the object ofhis passion. He handed them to Jo saying “I think youhad better wear these.” Jo looked at them carefullyand felt their weight. They were heavy. He saw at oncethat they had the two straps as the top fastening ashe so much liked and had expected. The smile he gaveSkin filled his whole face and Skin gave him a smallgrin in response. He pulled each boot on carefullyenjoying the sensation of his foot going down the longshaft and then pulling hard to get his heel and footover the ankle and to the bottom. He mentally felt hislegs. He felt the tops of the boots near his knees andthe thick leather all the way up his legs. He flexedhis toes and could feel the unyielding steel toe-caps.The boots were a little small for him. His feet feltlike prisoners of Skin’s boots, as he was a prisonerof Skin. He carefully arranged the legs of his jeansover the boots and stood up and took a few steps. Heliked the feeling of weight on his feet. As alwayshappened when he tried on new boots, he got a massiveerection. More than once this had caused himembarrassment in shops, although it had never stoppedhim going back. Skin saw the outline of his solid cockthrough the jeans. He came over and felt the swellingthrough the material. It was the first sexual contactof any kind that they had had. He said “You will haveto wait until tonight to relieve that. You are not totouch it today. In future you may only touch your cockfor pissing and when I tell you.”They left for work. Jo was quite certain that everyonewould notice the boots he was wearing. Some peoplecommented favourably on his more casual clothes. Somepeople always have to give you their opinion eventhough you might not want it. When everyone from hisgroup was gathered at the coffee point to get anothercup, someone pointed to Jo’s feet and said loudly thathe was wearing Brain’s boots. The confusion in thename perhaps saved him from blushing too deeply. Awoman said, as if in explanation, that all men wereuntidy so it was not surprising that Jo could not findhis own things. People seemed to accept thatmeaningless comment as great wisdom and nothing morewas said then or in the future about him wearingclothes that Skin had been seen wearing.Jo did not get much work done that day as he spent somuch time concentrating on the boots he was wearing.He could not take his mind off his desire to jack off.But he had been told he could not. A couple of timesthat day he saw Skin in the corridor wearing the blackpointed cowboy boots. The high heels caused him noproblem and the way in which he walked in those bootswas quite awesome. Like everything else Skin wore, theboots became a natural part of him. It was justanother facet of the arrogance that Skin alwaysdisplayed and that had rather frightened Jo when hefirst saw him. Now he felt pleased that such a man haddecided to own him.When they got home Skin told Jo to go upstairs andtake off all his clothes except his boots and to waitfor him. When he arrived about 5 minutes later Jo wasstanding booted in front of the mirror with a halferect penis. The thought of being watched doingsomething so intimate made him nervous. Skin closedthe door and leant against it. Jo noticed that Skinhad removed his boots. There was only one pair towhich he was to give his attention. Skin simply said”Go on.” Jo took some long slow strokes of his cock.The reflected beauty of the boots in the full-lengthmirror and the feel of them from the inside soonbought his cock to full attention. Skin interruptedhis thoughts and told him to take his time. Herealised that he had started to rush the process totry to get it over with as quickly as possible. Evenin his excitement he still felt rather embarrassed. Noone had ever seen this very private act before. Withother men he had had sex with, even boot sex, it hadbeen a mutual thing, not a spectator sport. He sloweddown and massaged the full length of his cock slowly.He started pulling at his balls and felt the seedrising in him. His body went rigid with his toespushed up hard against the steel toe-caps. In 5 longthrusts he shot spunk over the mirror which started torun down to the floor. He let some spunk drip from hiscock onto each boot. They had been christened.Before his breathing had come back to normal Skin hadtold him to clean up and had left to go down stairs toprepare their meal. Jo did not know what Skin hadthought about what he had watched. He could see noobvious sign in his trousers of excitement. For amoment he even wondered if he had been disgusted atwatching a man getting such intense pleasure from apair of boots. In any event Jo had been told that hecould only jack off when Skin let him, and he feltsure that he would never again be allowed to do italone.The next day and the one following Skin gave Jo theengineer boots to wear to work and each night he wastold to relieve himself while Skin watched. Jo hadalways liked to feel the boots over his body andaround his genitals as well as on his feet. So on thethird day when Skin came into the room to watch Jojack off, he found him with one boot gripped tightlybetween his thighs with the heel pointing forwards andhis balls resting on the sole just in front of theheel. Jo liked to have a boot in that position. Heliked the feel as his balls hit against the heel as hestroked his cock. The other boot he held in his lefthand. As he slowly jacked off he alternately looked atthe boot, tasted its leather and its soles and rubbedit over his chest and face. When he felt himself goingrigid, he held the boot in front of him so that thespunk fell on the deeply patterned thick soles. He nolonger felt any shame about Skin seeing his enjoymentof the boots. Skin had a right to know everything, andanything he did not like he would change. He left thespunk on the sole of the boot to dry.Later that evening while they were watchingtelevision, Jo got up. Skin asked him where he wasgoing. “I need a piss. I won’t be long” he replied.Skin got up and followed him upstairs and into thelarge bathroom and stood behind him. He caught hold ofJo’s right arm as he went to undo his jeans andsnapped a handcuff around the wrist. He pulled theother arm to join it so that Jo’s hands were lockedbehind his back. Skin then undid Jo’s jeans and pulledthem and his underpants to his knees. He took hold ofJo’s cock and pointing it at the bowl said “Go on thenpiss.” Skin did not seem surprised that Jo could notget started, or that the cock was stiffening betweenhis fingers. “Come on I thought you wanted to piss” hesaid mockingly. Eventually Jo began to piss althoughhe had to strain and he found it painful. When hefinished, Skin carefully shock any excess off hiscock, pulled up his pants and trousers and did themup. It came as no surprise to Jo when Skin said “Thatis how it will be from now on. When we are here aloneyou may only go to the toilet when I let you. When wecome in here you will stand before the bowl with yourhands behind your back and I will handcuff them. Ifyou need to go in the night you will knock on my doorand wait for me in the bathroom.” Over the next coupleof days Jo got used to the ritual and even lookedforward to having his most private part held Skin.It was a little harder for him to bend over while Skinwiped his bottom and then washed it clean in thebidet. But he even accepted that and grew to like ittoo.He realised now that Skin truly did have a plan andthat little little he would make the changes thatJo would never have made himself. As he settled tosleep that night he felt sure that he would like theresult of Skin’s plans.The next change came the following Saturday and tookJo completely surprise. While Skin kept his darkhair very very short, Jo wore his dark blond hairfairly long. It made him look unthreatening and thesort of guy any mother would be happy to see theirdaughter with. In short it made him unnoticeable amongso many similar guys. That day Skin took Jo to thehairdressers and sat in the chair to have the longhalf-inch strands cut back to a quarter of an inch. Jowas not surprised that Skin had said nothing aboutgoing to the hairdressers before they left home. Herarely told him where they were going. Such decisionswere his. Skin obviously knew the barber well as theychatted about old times. Jo gathered they had been toschool together and the barber was the first person hehad heard call him `Skin’. As the protective cape wasremoved from around his shoulders, Skin got up, andindicated that it was Jo’s turn. As he sat down hefelt a dread about what was about to happen. Yetinside he knew such choices were no longer his tomake. The hairdresser continued talking to Skin as theelectric clippers cut away all the dark blond hair. Joshut his eyes not wanting to watch what was happening.When he opened them another face looked back at him.His hair was now as short as Skins and he did not likewhat he saw. He said nothing as they left. As theywalked back to the house Skin, who could not havefailed to notice that Jo was not happy said “The factyou don’t like it does not matter. It is what I want.Get used to it.”They walked home in silence, although slowly Jorealised that there was nothing to be gained beingupset. Before he moved in with Skin he had convincedhimself that he could always leave if things workedout badly. But in reality it had become too late todraw back as soon as he decided to go for that firstdrink. He lived in Skin’s home. He worked in the samefirm as Skin. Skin controlled his money. But evenwithout all those trivial things, Skin had controlledhim from the very first day he had seen him. Thehaircut was just another strand that bound themcloser.Jo went up to his room to brush away the few longhairs that had escaped onto his clothes. As he lookedat himself in the mirror, still not liking what hesaw, Skin walked in carrying a brown paper carrierbag. He said brightly “I have a present for you thatmay cheer you up. Or it may not. But that reallydoesn’t matter, it will make me happy.” With that helaughed loudly although his eyes remained cold. Joopened the bag and took out a pair of white jeans. Itwas obvious that he was expected to put them on and sohe took off his blue jeans and started to pull themon. Jo wondered whether he would be able to get themon, as they were so tight. When he pulled them up herealised they were cut very short. He looked at Skinand when he saw that Skin was now holding the black20-hole rangers that he had brought to the house withhim, but now threaded with white laces, his mouthdropped. He now realised the full extent of the nextpart of Skins plan. He was going to be a skinhead. Jodid up the jeans and took the boots. The bootscertainly cheered him up. The tingle in his stomachtold him that. He had not seen them since Skin hadtaken them away. They had always been a favouritepair, which is why he chose to bring them with him.When he lived alone, he loved to lace them up tightlyand wearing nothing else, he would slowly enjoy thelook and feel of the boots on his feet. He againenjoyed the sensation of pulling them on and thencarefully lacing them up making a perfect ladder ofthe white laces and making sure that the two sides ofthe boot met evenly. He carefully rolled up the legsof the new jeans so that they covered the boots onlydown to the second pair of holes. He put on the redFred Perry polo shirt that Skin held out. Then hestood up and looked at the image in the mirror. Whathe saw was an image he had often dreamt about. A bigbooted skinhead that he found so attractive. But thiswas not a dream, the person was him, and yet it lookedlike someone else. Not for the first or last time, hewas not sure what to think.He hoped that they would stay at home. Jo could not goout looking like this. People would laugh at him. ButSkin made it clear that they were going out, and sothey did. Jo felt so self-conscious that it crossedhis mind that perhaps Skin wanted to humiliate him.Perhaps that was what he had meant when he said hemight hurt him. Surely he could not want to show himoff.The haircut, the skin-tight trousers and most of allthe boots made Jo feel very strange as he walked atSkins side down the street. The reactions he got frompeople in the street, from neighbours and people whoknew him, was very different from any he had gotbefore. Some people, mainly women, seemed to shy awayfrom him. He understood why. He had always found thebig boots fully visible beneath the turned up skin-tight trousers very threatening when worn others.Now he was the one who was seen as the threat. Otherpeople looked at him with some curiosity and some evenwith admiration. Three skinheads on the other side ofthe road greeted him with an ‘Oi Mate’. He had theirapproval. He must look the part. the time they gotto the pub Jo felt really good about thetransformation in the way he looked. He had even triedto copy the swagger that he had seen that skinheadsadopt when wearing thick-soled ranger boots, whichthey always managed to wear as if they were part oftheir body. As they sat down, Skin said “You look abit happier. You should do, you look great.”The next day, Sunday, Skin told Jo to wear the fullskinhead gear again. When he was dressed Jo wassurprised to find that Skin was also dressed in asimilar fashion. With his tattoos he looked absolutelyperfect. But then Skin always did. The sight of Skinin brown 20-hole rangers made his breathing and hisheart race and his whole body tingle. Once again Skinmade it easy for Jo to admire his boots. At one point,as they sat enjoying a beer, Skin placed his boot onJo’s chair between his legs. As they walked home Joglanced often at the booted feet which only helped tomake the tightness of his trousers more obvious. Henow thought he understood another reason for thenickname `Brian’ had chosen.Normally Jo slept soundly through the night, waking upat most once to answer the call of nature. Even thoughhe then had to wait for Skin to handcuff him and holdhis penis while he pissed, he was always able to gostraight back to sleep. This night was different. Hewoke up at about 5 o’clock with the picture of Skin infull skinhead gear clearly in his mind. He exploredthe image in his mind. His cock was throbbing it wasso hard. Even though he knew he must not, he startedto play with it very gently. And he found he could notstop, it was so pleasant. Even so he had no intentionof going to climax. But after more than an hour ofslow and delicate touches of his cock with his fingersand exploring those booted feet with his mind, he knewhe had gone too far. It only took the slightest oftouches on his now ultra sensitive cock for his bodyto arch. He managed to catch the spunk in ahandkerchief, so that there was no trace on thebedclothes.But if the bed would not give away his secret, hisface clearly did. Skin looked with those hard eyes athim over the breakfast table. He simply said “Tellme.” Jo told him what had happened. He tried toexplain why, but Skin cut him short. “You did it, eventhough you knew you must not.” Jo could only nod. Hesaid “Perhaps you could handcuff me at night…” Thelook from Skin made him trail off. Skin sighed as ifat a loss of how to explain something so very simpleto one who was so very stupid. Eventually he said verysharply “In the first place it would hardly stop yourubbing yourself against the bed. But more importantlyI make such decisions. You don’t.” He then sighedagain and said more gently “I know you know that youmust only do as I say. But that is not enough.Pleasing me has to be the very essence of your being.”Skin said nothing more on the NookieStar presents. That made it somuch harder. Jo thought it would have been easier ifthis were just some scene where he would simply havebeen whipped for disobeying. The pleasure he had hadwhile lying in bed was not worth the terrible pain henow felt. It was worse than any whipping could everhave been.At work everyone commented on Jo’s hair. He hadthought hard how to explain it. He had decided to saythat he had lost a bet with a friend about a footballmatch and the loser had to have his head shaved.Everyone seemed to accept this, although no one seemedquite convinced when he said that he actually ratherliked it. They assumed he was trying to make the bestof being a loser. lunchtime the question had beenasked and the answer given over and over again and thequestion of his hair ceased to be a topic worthy ofdiscussion. Jo was surprised at how easy it had been.He had never found any courage within himself. Hestill did not have any. But Skin made the decisionsand that was all the courage that was needed.At home that evening Skin said nothing more abouttheir breakfast discussion. That seemed to be anotherdead topic. Jo tried especially hard to show that hereally was trying not to make any mistakes.Occasionally in the last weeks he would still begin asentence with `but’ or talk about `my’, and Skinalways noticed, although now a look was enough forJo to know his mistake. He felt better in himself thathe got through the evening without once being pulledup Skin.As he was about to get into bed, Skin came in. He wasstill fully dressed. Jo noticed the smell at the sametime as he caught site of the thing Skin was carrying.In his hands he was carrying a pair of trousers inthick matt rubber. Unlike normal trousers, they had`feet’ so that when he wore them (and he knew that hewas to wear them) they would cover the lower half ofhis body. He noticed that at the front there was athick rubber tube where clearly his cock was meant togo. He rightly guessed that it contained a metal tubethat would prevent his hand from getting any contactwith his cock. He took the garment, which Skin hadalready dusted with powder. At first, it was difficultto get on, as the rubber was particularly thick andproved to be very tight. But once he had got his feetand legs in, and arranged his cock so that it lay onthe base of the initially cold metal tube, the restslipped on easily.Skin stood there looking at him. As Jo wondered why hewas looking, he realised that he was getting anerection. While his cock had been soft, the contactwith the metal tube had only been where it rested. Ashis erection grew he felt it crawling down the lengthof the tube. And then the pain hit him. On any otherpart of his body, pain would probably have been thewrong word. Irritation would have been moreappropriate. But on his delicate cock head he couldfeel what seemed like thousands of needles sticking inhim. The sheer look of surprise on Jo’s face told Skinwhat only Jo could actually feel. “Inside the end ofthe tube is stuck a strip of the rough side ofVelcro’s fastening. It will not damage you, but youwill find it extremely uncomfortable. You will find itbetter not to have an erection. Unless of course Itell you to. Sleep well.” As he left Jo said “Whathappens if I want to go to the toilet?” Skin lookedback into the room with a broad grin. “That is thedouble beauty of these pants. You will not need todisturb me again. If you want to piss just piss.” AsSkin closed the door Jo realised what that meant. Ifhe pissed it would just stay inside the pants and soakhim. In the three weeks that he was made to wear thepants, he only pissed himself once. That was quiteenough to realise that an aching bladder was lessuncomfortable. But in those three weeks he could nevertrain himself not to wake up with a massive erection.The only cure for that was to put up with the painuntil it subsided.The next day when he looked at himself in the mirror,he recognised something in the face that looked backat him. While it was not John – he would never lookback at him again — the person was vaguely familiar.He wondered what the next part of Skin’s plan wouldbe. He did not have to wait long.The following Saturday, both dressed as skinheads,they walked for about a mile to a rather run downlooking house. Skin knocked on the door, which wasanswered a man probably in his 50′s with longgreasy hair in a ponytail and a mass of tattoos. Hewelcomed Skin as an old friend and they went in. AfterSkin and the man, whom he introduced as Dave, finishedchatting Skin turned to Jo and said “Over the next fewweeks you will be coming here a lot. Dave is an expertpiercer and I have decided I want you pierced. Daveknows what he has to do, but do not ask him about hisinstructions. He will not tell you. When you come hereyou will take all your clothes off and lie on thecouch. You will not resist anything Dave does.” Withthat Skin said goode to Dave and left. Jo just stoodthere, unsure what to do. Eventually Dave, whooutwardly looked rather ferocious but was obviously agentle man, told him to take his clothes off and liedown. He chatted to him trying to reassure him, as Jowas clearly frightened. Piercing was not something hehad ever thought of having done. The thought of havingneedles pushed through him and wearing metal ringsmade him shiver. Dave said that the actual piercingswould not hurt much although they would be very soreafterwards. He said that if ever the rings wereremoved from the holes would all heal completely sothere really was no need to worry. But then he addedthat Skin had told him to stick the balls to the ringsthat they closed so that they could not be easilyremoved. He told Jo that today he would only be doingboth nipples. Jo was not sure whether Dave wasbreaking his instructions not to tell Jo what was tohappen. But then he realised that only he belonged toSkin. Dave did not. Within half an hour Jo had afairly fat ring through each nipple. Jo was relievedthat there had been very little pain.When he got home, Skin examined the new piercings andlooked pleased. Strangely that made Jo feel veryhappy. That evening Skin instructed Jo to come and sitat his feet while they watched television. Jo waseager to oblige as Skin, certainly deliberately, hadnot removed the 20-hole ranger boots he had worn thatday. He snaked one boot around Jo and pressed it intohis crotch. It felt good. At the same time he put hishand down the front of Jo’s shirt and started pullingand twisting the new ring that had been put throughhis right nipple. Automatically Jo brought up his handto stop him. The pain was so great. Jo was surprisedthat Skin let go of the ring and removed his hand and,unfortunately, also his boot. But Jo quickly found outwhy. Skin had unclipped the handcuffs that hesometimes now kept on his belt. Jo did not resist ashis hands were fastened behind his back. As Skinreplaced his boot and his hand went back down thefront of Jo’s shirt Skin said in a very quiet voice”Do not resist and do not cry out.” Jo did not cryout, although he found it impossible to keepcompletely still. But Skins grip never relented as hepulled and twisted the rings. First the right nippleand then the left. Very soon Jo could see spots ofblood on his shirt. Looking back Jo could not be surewhen instead of each pull and twist being anticipatedwith dread at the pain, he began to wait for it inanticipation of the pleasurable feeling that went inwaves through his body. He gripped the boot betweenhis legs hard so that he could push and rub his rockhard penis against it. The first minutes of agony werefollowed several minutes of sheer pleasure of anintensity he had not known before. Eventually he camein his pants. He looked up at Skin who had removed hishand. Neither said anything, as there was reallynothing to say.After a few minutes Jo felt that he had recoveredenough and ought to clean up. He asked Skin if hewould undo the handcuffs. Skin said “No, not yet.”Skin got up and told Jo to kneel in front of him. Ashe watched, Skin undid his trousers and took down hisjeans and underpants. Although they had now livedtogether for several weeks, Jo had only seen Skindressed. Jo was mesmerised the sight that greetedhim. It was not simply the size of Skin’s cock,although it was longer and fatter than most he hadseen before. It was the tattoo of a long snake thatcame up from his left leg and curled around his crotchuntil it went down the entire shaft of his cock endingat the head. And through the end of his cock, as ifthrough the snake’s mouth, was a large fat ring. Skinlet Jo admire the view for a few more seconds beforeinstructing him to open his mouth. He need not havesaid that, as Jo’s mouth was wide open in admirationof the sight before him. As Skin pushed his cock intoJo’s mouth he began pissing. He told Jo to swallow it.If he had had time to think, Jo might have gagged atthe thought. But he did not really have time to think,so he just drank all the warm liquid that went intohis mouth. When the flow stopped, Jo carefully lickedthe end, enjoying the feel of the ring with histongue. Skin then removed the snake from his mouth.Skin took Jo up to the bathroom where he removed thehandcuffs long enough for Jo to strip naked. He thenreplaced them and stripped himself. They got into theshower together. It was the first time they had everbeen naked together. Skin carefully washed Jo in thestream of hot water before washing himself. It wasstrange but after the previous changes Skin had madeto Jo’s life or to their relationship he had alwaystold him that that was how it would be in future. Thistime he said nothing, although Jo knew with absolutecertainty that from now on he would have to drinkSkin’s piss and that from now on they would showertogether. But while Jo could not avoid getting anerection, Skin did not get one. And they continued tosleep in separate rooms.Over the next weeks Dave continued his piercings. Inwhat seemed rapid succession he gained a ladder ofeight rings across the centre of his ball sac — fourone week and four the next. The line was continuedwith eight more rings piercing the length of his cock.It was after these were inserted that Jo stoppedhaving to wear the rubber trousers at night. Much ashe had hated the smell and feel of the rubber atfirst, he had begun to enjoy wearing them and he wasdisappointed when Skin did not bring them to him. Hisgenitals took time to recover from the piercings, andwith rings all the way down his cock, he had to learndifferent sensations when Skin instructed him to jackoff.As each ring went in he anticipated the pain and thenthe pleasure that Skin would generate with the newwounds. The next week he was given a large PrinceAlbert ring like the one in the snake’s mouth. Heliked that one best of all as it was exactly the sameas the one Skin had. He began to long for Saturday tocome.When he arrived on his next visit, Dave told him notto bother to strip and to sit in the chair. Jorefused. He had been given his orders and he stripped.But he agreed to sit in the chair when Dave told himthat the next ring was to be through his nose. Thatproved to be the most painful piercing so far, and hewas glad when it was done. But Dave had not quitefinished. He told him to stick his tongue out which hegrabbed with a pair of forceps. He did not let gountil a stud was inserted through his tongue. Histongue quickly swelled up and it was difficult totalk. He left Dave only aware of the pain and theseemingly huge piece of metal in his mouth. Dave’sfinal comment was “Same time next week.” Jo wonderedwhat was left to pierce. Although he was in greatpain, part of him hoped there was more to come.When he got home, Skin was not there. He returned anhour or so later. He immediately came over to Jo andgave him a hard kiss forcing his tongue into Jo’smouth. It was their first kiss, and even though it waspainful Jo was in no hurry for it to end. Skinexamined the two new piercings and looked wellsatisfied.Jo had never before questioned Skin about his plansbut for some reason he decided to now, even though hedoubted that Skin would answer. “I am to be tattooednext aren’t I?” Skin looked at him for a moment beforequietly saying “Yes. Would you like to see what I haveplanned?” Skin did not wait for an answer but went andstarted up the computer in the corner. It soondisplayed the image of a naked body that rotatedslowly. Although the body had a picture of Jo’s headattached to it, it clearly was not his body. At thetouch of a button the first image of a tattoo appearedon the model. It was around the crotch area. It was asnake like Skins, but there was no tail starting onhis leg. Instead the snake came out of his backsidesnaking around his left side and belly until just thetongue was on his dick.Skin pressed the button again, and the figure seemedto wearing boots half way up the calves, but they werenot really boots. They were there to indicate thatabove the bootline Jo was to have a lion’s head on hisleft leg, and a leaping panther on his right. At thethird push of the button Jo saw no change as the modelwas sideways on and he was looking at the left side.As the figure rotated he saw that the right arm wascompletely covered in coloured images. The design wentfrom the hand completely covering the arm and rightshoulder and ended well up the neck. “That is all Ihave planned for now, but I may want more later.” Asif he knew exactly what was in Jo’s mind, Skin said “Iknow having a tattoo on your hand and on your neckwill make life difficult at work, but it is what Iwant.” Jo could only think to say that it was what hewanted too. But he said nothing. The decision was nothis and his opinion did not matter.Dave tattooed Jo’s legs, and created the snake overthe next three weeks of what were often long sessions.Jo found the process more painful than being pierced,but as with all the pain Skin had inflicted on him, hebegan to like it and then to look forward to it. Davestarted on Jo’s arm at the elbow. As it was a complexdesign it was going to be slow work. Skin came to allthe tattooing sessions, and watched the designssteadily grow.All the time the question of work worried Jo. He didnot say anything to Skin as he knew that the decisionhad been made. But he did not know how he would cope.Perhaps he should just quit before the tattoo wasobvious to all.One day at work everyone in the firm got together tocelebrate the owners birthday. Skin started talkingabout tattoos and how everyone was having them doneand how good they looked. He said that he was tryingto persuade Jo to have one but that he was far toomuch of a coward. Jo could not be sure whether Skinhad somehow set them up, but some of the younger guysstarted making fun of him and telling him not to be achicken. “It does not hurt” they kept repeating. Ifonly Jo could tell them what the pain really felt liketo him. Three guys rolled up their sleeves to revealtattoos, much to many people’s surprise. Jo knew thatSkin was trying to find a way out of the problem,which he knew loomed large in Jo’s mind. Jo thereforetook his cue and said that if ever he had one, hewould want it to be a real statement — something bigand impressive.>From then on it became quite easy. Over the next fewdays he told people that he had decided that he wouldhave a tattoo done. Then he told them that he hadfound a tattooist who was designing something reallyspecial. As the work progressed he began to show hiscolleagues the gradual inking of his arm starting fromthe elbow. Everyone seemed interested, although somepeople he was sure took an interest only so that theycould be shocked or disgusted. When the tattooeventually moved onto his hand and above his collarthere were loud arguments about whether it looked goodor bad, or whether it should be bigger or smaller orwhether he needed the other hand and the other side ofhis neck tattooed to keep it in balance. But nobodycomplained and he was not sacked. Skin had worked hismagic once again.It was now six months since he had first seen theboots and first seen Skin and 4 months since they hadlived together. Yet in that time, although theyshowered together, although Skin handled his cock whenhe needed to piss, and although Jo had Skin’s cock inhis mouth every day to drink his piss, they had neverhad sex. Indeed thinking back, Jo had never seenSkin’s cock hard. He began to wonder whether there wassomething wrong with Skin. Or whether he himself wasjust the disappointment he had always felt he was.The tattoos had now healed and as he looked at himselfin the mirror he was pleased with the person wholooked back. He liked him. He looked at the steelcollar around his neck. He looked and fingered each ofthe rings that pierced his body. He looked at thetattoos that covered such a large part of his bodywith such beautiful designs. They were all as close toperfection as he could imagine. Big and bold but nottoo much. As he got dressed in the black jeans andyellow shirt together with Skins used underpants,socks and T-shirt he realised that it was hisbirthday. He was not sure whether he had ever toldSkin. When he got into the kitchen Skin was holding abrightly coloured package. He said “You can only havethis if you can guess what it contains.” Jo took thebox, which was about 18 inches square and 8 inchesdeep. He felt the weight and shook it. The feel andthe weight and the sound told him that it was ashoebox. He said out loud “This has got to be ashoebox, and as I am only allowed to wear boots, itmust contain boots.” Skin nodded. Jo wondered whatboots could be in such a small box, but took Skin’snod as permission to open the present. In the pastmonths Jo and Skin had talked extensively about boots.After all it was Jo’s favourite NookieStar presents. Although hedid not remember saying it, he must have told Skin ofhis childhood passion for cuban-heeled elastic sidedboots. He had not seen a pair of them for years. Hedoubted that they were still made. But there in frontof him was a pair with massive cuban heels and needlepointed toes. He got one out lovingly and looked atthe black shiny leather and the gusseted elasticsides. He looked at the leather loop at the back thatyou could use to pull them on. Or on which you couldhitch your trousers so that everyone could enjoy thegorgeous sight. He pulled them on without using theloop and stood high on the heels looking down at thesharp pointed toes. He told Skin that it was the bestpresent he had ever had. And he truly meant it. Forthe first time, Skin seemed embarrassed and told himto hurry up or they would be late for work.Jo saw the boots at the end of the long corridor 50metres away. In the last 6 months he had lost none ofhis skill in identifying boots at almost any distance.Even if he had not known it was Skin he would haverecognised the boots as engineer boots, althoughslightly different, with thicker soles and higherheels than most he had ever seen. As the boots cametowards him, he looked into the hard dark eyes, butdid not look away. Perhaps he should have as the eyeshad an aggression he had not seen since the first day.Skin stopped him and said “I am going for a drinkafter work. Be there”, before he walked off again. Joknew what this meant. Skin had collected him. As hehad promised he had changed him, and also as he hadpromised he had made him love the changes. But now itwas over and Skin would find another person tocollect. Jo felt empty.The rest of the day went miserably. Even the joy hehad felt for the new boots disappeared. At a littleafter five Jo walked into the bar. Skin was sitting atthe same table against the far wall. There was a beerin front of him and another in front of the seatopposite. They had both known that Jo would obey hisinstruction to go. Jo sat down. Unusually Jo spokefirst. “It’s over isn’t it?” He did not wait for ananswer but continued “I knew it would have to end andI knew you would only give me what you wanted to giveme but I had hoped for more, you know, for sex.” Skinlooked deep into his eyes. “Yes, I have completed whatI promised you when we first talked here. I haveturned you into the person I wanted. But you seem tohave forgotten the inscription on every link of thechain around your neck. It says `Property of Skin’.Both it and you belong to me, and I am not partingwith either. I thought we would meet here so that Icould tell you that the first part is over. But Istill have plans, and no I will not tell you whatthose plans are. You know the rules.” He stopped andlooked at Jo. “Have you ever fucked anyone or beenfucked?” The question took Jo surprise but withSkin, he could only answer truthfully. “No, neither.There were some guys I would have liked to fuck but itnever happened. And no one ever asked to fuck me.”Skin smiled “As far as you fucking someone else isconcerned, you can’t. The rings along your shaft arethere to make that impossible. And I am not going toask to fuck you either.” The disappointment showedimmediately on Jo’s face. Skin continued “I don’t haveto ask. Your arse and every other bit of you belongsto me. I intend to fuck you tonight. You know I havebig cock and you have a tight arse, so it will be verypainful. I am glad that I will be the first and theonly one to fuck you and I am glad that it will causeyou great pain. I like hurting you. I intend to fuckyou very often, but the first one will be the mostpainful and you will always remember it.”They finished their beers and went home in silence.Rather than going upstairs, Skin made Jo strip nakedin the entrance hall. He then put a leather hood overhis head that left him blind. He led him down somestairs. Jo did not hesitate or stumble even though hehad never been into the cellar. Indeed he had notreally known that it was there. He trusted Skin tolook after him. He knew he was going through adoorway. And there Skin left him. Although his handswere free he knew that he could not remove the hood.Skin returned a few minutes later. He stood behind himand removed the hood. They were in a room with blackwalls. In front there was a leather covered bench withleather covered leg stirrups similar to the ones usedto examine women. Skin pushed him forward and Jorealised that he should get on the bench. He turnedround. Skin was naked as well except that he waswearing a pair of engineer boots. They had thick solesand big heels. He could see the straps and bucklesover the instep and he imagined he could see the metaltoe-caps. They were just like the boots he had seen inthe corridor so long ago. But they were somehowdifferent. These did not stop at the calf or at theknee. Rather they encased his legs completely up tothe crotch. He could see the two straps and buckles atthe top of each boot. And it was from a boot that asnake climbed across his belly and along his dick.Skin strapped Jo down his arms and legs, althoughboth knew that Jo would not resist. Skin’s cock wastruly solid and the snake seemed to be throbbing. Heapplied some greasy lubricant to it. Jo could see adrip of it on the ring. He put some lubricant on Jo’sarse but did not push his fingers up inside. The snakemoved towards him and then he felt it at the opening.Skin said quietly “Do not resist and do not cry out.”Jo had no intention of resisting — he had waited toolong for this. Though his body told him that the painwas great as Skin entered him, his mind told him thatit was ecstasy. Skin applied a relentless pressureuntil he was fully inside him. Jo could now feel theleather boots against his arse. Slowly at first andthen with more power and speed Skin fucked Jo. Witheach thrust the boots slapped against his cheeks.Several times Jo thought that Skin was about to come.But each time Skin stopped and held back. Jo felt asurge rising in him as once again Skin moved in andout and as the boots beat against him. He went fasterand faster and at the same point as Skin came withinJo, Jo released his load on to the snake on his belly.They looked into each other’s eyes. Skin left his cockin Jo. Jo realised how much he truly loved Skin.Giving Skin pleasure was the ultimate joy in his life,which was why the pain of that first fuck was ecstasy.It was what Skin wanted. He would remember it forever.When Skin’s erection had subsided, he withdrew hiscock, but he did not untie Jo. Skin went to the cornerand came back with an iron rod that had an electricflex attached to it. Jo could not make out what itwas. Skin said for the second time that evening “Donot resist and do not cry out.” The iron rod thenmoved out of his vision. He felt it on his rightbuttock. It must have been white hot. There was somesizzling and an awful stench of burning flesh and thenit was gone. Jo did not resist or call out. Skin putdown the rod and poured cold water onto the burntarea. Jo watched every step of the boots as Skinwalked across the room. He came back with a mirror. Onhis right buttock Jo could see etched deeply into hisflesh the backward letters that said `Property ofSkin’. ” Just so you don’t forget” Skin said. “Iwon’t” Jo replied. That night, after Skin hadcarefully washed the handcuffed Jo, they got into thesame bed together.Although Jo was very sore, Skin fucked him every nightand sometimes again in the morning. Skin obviouslytook pleasure in having Jo immobile, so he was alwayscarefully strapped down on the bench or handcuffed tothe bed before Skin forced an entry into him. Skinknew what level of pain he wanted to inflict and asthe soreness lessened he became rougher and used lessand less lubricant. Jo relished every moment.A week or so later Skin brought a large rubber buttplug into the shower with him. Jo was handcuffed, asSkin washed him. Skin did not ask Jo to bend over, asJo had expected. He stood in front of him, holding himcompletely still with his eyes, put his arms aroundJo’s body and slowly forced the large piece of rubberup his crack. It felt good as his hole was stretchedas the plug got progressively thicker until his holeclosed around the thin neck. Jo gripped it with hischeeks and liked the sensation. Jo knew that it wouldstay there until Skin chose to remove it. Jo wonderedwhat it would feel like to sit on. When he tried tosit down to breakfast, Skin would not let him. He wastold to stand to eat and to put his boots on. He wouldonly find out what it was like when he sat down at hisdesk with all his colleagues around him. Jo had learntthat Skin considered every little detail so as to getthe maximum out of every situation. Skin had chosenthe high heeled and very pointed black cowboy bootsfor Jo. It was the first time he had been given themto wear to work. As he walked he realised that theheight of the heels naturally made him clench hisbuttocks more and so grip the plug even harder.When they got to work Skin went with Jo to his office.He announced “Look at the boots I have got him intoday.” Everyone looked at Jo’s feet, and Skin told Joto sit down and put his feet on the desk so thateveryone could see. Skin pushed him toward the seatand Jo sat down rather heavily. Their eyes met as Jofound out what it was like to sit on the plug. Morebeautiful excruciating pleasure. Jo could see inSkin’s eyes that he was pleased. Jo rolled around inthe seat to maximise the sensations. He put his bootedfeet on the desk and people admired what they saw. Onequestioned, as someone always does when they seecowboy boots “where are your spurs?” Skin said “I willget him some” and Jo knew that he meant it and thatbefore long he would have to wear the boots with spursto the office. Skin was helping Jo fulfil anotherbooted ambition. He savoured the thought, and hisstomach tingled.Jo did not wear a plug every day. Skin seemed to knowwhen the memory of the plug had faded enough so thathaving one again became a new sensation. The plugs gotbigger and sometimes changed shape as Jo’s hole becamemore elastic.The true nature of their relationship became publicknowledge a few days later. A new guy had joined thefirm who it quickly became obvious knew Skin. Justbefore lunch Jo heard Skin arguing with the guy in thecorridor. He heard the guy shout “You never made mehave tattoos and you made me remove all those piercingrings you made me have before you dumped me. I wantyou to own me again.” Skin answered at an equal volume”I am fucking Jo now. Leave us both alone.” Everyonemust have heard. Jo flushed as the rest of the officelooked at him, while pretending they weren’t. For amoment he felt like John again.As often happens in such situations people around Jotried to pretend that they had heard nothing andvolubly asked each other questions about work or aboutanything else to cover their embarrassment. But thingsmoved in a surprising direction. It became clear to Jothat people were taking sides against the intruder. Hewas trying to break up two people that were theirfriends and they did not like it. After all it mighthappen to them. Someone might try to steal theirpartner. The new guy only lasted another couple ofdays before the obvious hostility drove him out. Joknew everything would be all right when one of thegirls said “Did he really make you have piercings?” Joreplied that he been made to have many of them andhighlighted the one in his right nipple through thematerial of his shirt. She gave a shudder as shelightly touched it. Then they both laughed and theoffice joined in. Skin and Jo were officially acouple. And from then on everyone treated them assuch. His public transformation was complete.But in private Skin still had surprises. One day anumber of large cardboard boxes were delivered. Skinlet Jo open them. They contained a large variety ofrubber wear. Whole body suits and jeans and shirts andshorts. In the very last he found two pairs of crotchhigh rubber waders with thick rubber soles. Thefamiliar tingle spread out through his body. This wasto be a new adventure. Skin picked up one of the wholebody suits. He helped Jo get into it. The rubber wasthick and tight. Gloves and feet were attached to thesuit, so that when, eventually he was in it, he wascompletely covered in thick rubber up to his neck. Thesuit was moulded so that his penis was encased in arubber tube. The erection Jo got made the tube fitvery tightly. There was a similar tube at the back andSkin forced the rubber up Jo’s hole with the help of adildo, although Jo could feel very little when thedildo was removed. Skin helped Jo pull on a pair ofrubber waders. Skin got out a rubber mask. It hadsmall holes for his eyes, nose and mouth, but littleof Jo could be seen behind the mask. Jo looked at therubber-encased man in the mirror and liked what hesaw. Skin got dressed in a similar costume althoughhis suit had no tube at the back. Skins hole was onlyfor shitting. But his dick was for fucking. Helubricated his rubber-covered cock and forced his wayup Jo’s rubber filled channel. They fucked long andhard and the sensations were completely different fromany other fuck they had ever had.When they were both exhausted and their erections haddiminished, Jo realised that he wanted badly to piss.As often happened between the two of them, Skin readhis mind. “Lets both just piss.” They held eachother’s cocks so they could feel the fluid leaving theother’s body and settling in the suit. Jo asked “whatam I supposed to drink now?” Skin told him he couldhave a drink in the morning. Skin was telling him thatthey were to sleep as they were. From then on rubberbecame another part of Jo’s life. But as witheverything else, only when Skin wanted it.In the shower the next morning as Skin washed Jo, whonaturally had his hands secured behind his back, said”I suppose you wish the suits had been leather.” For amoment he wondered whether Skin was testing him. Joreplied quite honestly “You chose rubber. I enjoyedit.” Skin smiled. “Yes I did choose rubber,” he said.The following weekend they went out. Jo did not knowwhere they were going even though frequently over thelast month or so Skin had told him their destination.Told him. He never consulted him and Jo would not havewanted him to. Skin frequently took Jo to shops tolook at boots and leather. Even though he liked tohurt him, Skin also liked to give Jo pleasure. Afterall it was only his to give. They arrived at a bikedealership and it took some while before Jo realisedthat Skin really did mean to buy a motorbike. Skinliked a 1000cc Honda. But from the way he spoke to thesalesman it was clear he did not like the price. Hewanted something cheaper. But his eyes always wentback to the same bike as he looked at others. Jo knewit was not his business but at the risk of getting oneof the looks from Skin that hurt like a whiplash hesaid “When I moved in you said you were saving some ofthe money.” He had nearly said `my money’, but avoidedthat mistake. “Why not use that?” Skin said “I amsaving that for you.” Jo looked puzzled and said “Idon’t have anything.” Jo was wearing a white T-shirtand Skin grabbed his left nipple ring and twisted ithard. Skin’s looks could feel like a whiplash, but hisactions could be pure bliss.They found the salesman and Skin told him of hischoice. He tried to get the price down but thesalesman did not want to budge far. Eventually Skinsaid “Ok I will pay the full price on the label if youwill include all the gear to go with it for us both.”The deal was agreed and Skin and Jo went upstairs tothe clothing area. Jo held back. Skin would not needhis opinion. Skin quickly spotted a white leather suitwith red and black decorations. He handed one to Joand took an identical one for himself. They went intoa single cubicle to try them on. Once dressed inleather, Skin pulled back the curtain straight awayeven though Jo’s excitement was very evident in thesnug-fitting suit. When the suits were picked from therack they looked like single garments. But thetrousers and jacket actually came apart. They headedoff to the boots. Skin chose white boots with`Aplenstars’ in red leather letters. They had bucklesfrom the instep to the knee. Once booted they put onwhite full-face crash helmets with black tinted visorsand finished with some thick white gloves.They took the gear home in bags. The bike would bedelivered that afternoon after a final cleaning andinspection. They stripped and put on the leather suit,boots and gloves over their naked bodies and Skin ledJo into the cellar. Skin secured Jo to the wall witharm and leg manacles. He could move a little, but notmuch. Skin kissed Jo. Even when kissing Skin was verymuch in control. His tongue explored Jo’s mouthroaming freely around his teeth and as far to the backof his throat as his tongue would go. Skin lovedteasing the stud in Jo’s tongue and would draw Jo’stongue into his own mouth when he wanted to chew itwith his teeth. Skin pulled down the zip on Jo’sjacket and with his gloved fingers attacked Jo’snipples. All the time they kissed. Skin unzipped Jo’strousers and freed his cock and balls. One gloved handtook hold of Jo’s cock as the other held and squeezedhis balls. The rings along the shaft of Jo’s cock camealive as they only did when in Skin’s charge. The feelof Skin’s hand and the motions he made on his cockwere now more familiar to Jo than his own. Only rarelythese days did Skin instruct Jo to relieve himself.The last time had been over two weeks before when Skindressed only in a new pair of 30-hole black rangershad instructed Jo to lie on the floor and jack offwhile he explored his body with the new boots. AfterJo had ejaculated, Skin relieved himself fuckingJo.Jo had never seen Skin jack off himself. Like hispiss, Skin’s spunk always went inside Jo. Up his arseor down his throat. This time, once Jo had come overSkin’s new white suit and boots, Skin started toslowly massage his cock. Jo watched the snake writhe,and he watched it shoot its venom over the jacket andtrousers Jo was wearing, and finally deposit smalldroplets on the boots. They had both been christened.From then on, all their important purchases werechristened them both.On the Monday, it was raining heavily and they went towork as usual train. This gave Jo the chance totell his colleagues that they had bought a bike. Jodoubted that Skin ever felt the need to explain orprepare the people he worked with about anything. Buthe seemed to understand that Jo was not yet that freeand he helped make his public face as easy as hecould. The next day they arrived bike in theirwhite leather suits. The journey had felt wonderful asJo pressed himself against Skin, massaging his cockagainst his back. Skin, of course, had driven thebike. Skin walked with Jo to his office. In a loudvoice his parting words were “And tomorrow don’tforget to put the change of clothes in the pannier.”In truth Skin had decided not to take a change andboth walked around that day in matching leathertrousers and boots. They both only had on T-shirts. Itwas the first time that Jo’s tattooed arm had beenquite so visible, even though he had shown hiscolleagues the work as it progressed. At one point Jocaught sight of himself in a long mirror. He was quitetaken aback with the beauty of the reflection until herealised it was him. As he stood at the coffee pointthat morning, one of his colleagues said to him “God Iwish I was gay. Life would then be so easy.” Jo didnot tell him that people like Skin found life easy.For everyone else it was tough.As well as the white suits, they also wore blackleather to work on the bike. At first Jo had changedon arrival out of the black leather and into jeans.They could not forget a change of clothes every day.But comments from the manager made it clear that thatwas not necessary. Black leather jeans were quiteacceptable — for people like Skin and Jo at least. Sothey just kept a pair of boots at the office for theblack leather days. Skin selected the high heeledcowboy boots and the sharp pointed elastic sided bootshe had bought to celebrate Jo’s birthday. Jo had neverthought of them as `his’. They swapped bootsregularly. Skin would walk into his office in hissocks carrying the pair of boots he had last worn. Hewould give them to Jo. As Jo never knew when thiswould happen, he would often already have changed outof the bike boots. Skin would then take the boot inhis crotch as he pulled off Jo’s foot and then put iton his own. Jo enjoyed the public demonstration oftheir relationship and of Skin’s power over him.Some weeks later Skin showed Jo a piercing ring. Itwas very thick and much thicker than the ones Jo hadall over his body. Skin said “this is the thickness Iwant you to have. But I want to do it in severalsteps. Jo was stripped and taken down to the cellarand tied to a bench. It was his favourite position.Immobile. A piece of property. With a pair of pliersSkin managed to remove the ring from Jo’s rightnipple. It was difficult to do as the ball had beenstuck in, and he made Jo bleed. Skin got a new thickerand slightly bigger ring, which he forced through thebleeding wound. Jo knew that a professional piercerwould have used a rod or something to slowly expandthe hole. But that would not have caused so much painor made the wound so sore. Jo was glad that Skin wasnot a professional piercer. When the ring was insertedand its retaining ball stuck in, Jo expected Skin todo the other nipple. Skin said “Oh no, only one at atime. This will be a long slow process moving you upone ring and one gauge at a time. And when that isdone we will start again with a bigger gauge. It couldtake years.” Skin undid Jo’s legs and placed them overhis shoulders. He was going to fuck him. When he hadpushed home his cock, which Jo regretted was now alltoo easy, he started playing roughly with the newring. Jo had forgotten how good the torture of a newwound felt. He climaxed long before Skin, who seemedto be holding back. But until he did shoot it wasclear that Skin was going to continue to pull andtwist the nipple. As Skin had often said, he likedhurting Jo. And Jo wanted, with every fibre of hisbeing, to make Skin happy. Nothing else mattered tohim.