I picked up the 24-year old novice slaveboy from the station, and took him to a shop where I would buy him the leather underwear I knew he was so keen on. My meeting with Marco followed a chat at gay. com in the leather room. Marco had never met a Master. In fact, he had never had _s_e_x_ with a man full stop. He had plucked up all his courage when he finally decided to meet me. I left him the option to have a session after our shopping expedition, but had also made clear that I would accept it if buying his leather pants was all that was to happen. The shop had just opened when we entered, and there were no other customers yet. I walked up to the counter and told the handsome young shop assistant I wanted to buy some leather underpants for my friend.
The assistant left his place behind the counter and took us to the far back of the shop. He walked in front of us, in his baggy cargo shorts and tee shirt, and showed us what he had. Shorts that were like boxers and others that were like bikini briefs. Some had a zip in front or at the back. Others had a zip at the front and the back. He also showed us the strings that would only cover Marco's _c_o_c_k_s and balls, and leave his entire arse exposed. The shop assistant took his time to show me all he had, basically ignoring Marco, who was just listening while his _c_o_c_k_ was hardening in his small short jeans. I quite liked the bikini briefs, without the zips, and asked if Marco could try them on. The assistant explained that that was fine, but that they had to be bought once unpacked. I understood and held the briefs in front of Marco to check the size he would need. When the assistant and I agreed we had the right size, I unbuckled Marco's belt, and told him to take his shorts off and put the briefs on. Marco blushed, but did as told. He visibly enjoyed the humiliating situation, exactly as I suspected.
His white tee shirt covered his small _c_o_c_k_ when he had removed his shorts to try the briefs. Once he had put them on, he held his tee shirt high to show the fit. A trail of blonde hair emerged from the briefs, narrowing when it reached his navel. He turned around to show how the leather covered his tight arse. He checked himself in the mirror, turning around once more. "Very nice," we all agreed. "I take them," I told the shop assistant (whose name was Peter), "but I also want to see him in the leather string." The shop assistant reached for the top shelf to get the right size, while Marco was taking off his leather bikini briefs. Peter had to stand on his toes to reach the top shelf, and I was not sure his baggy cargo shorts would stay on. He definitely offered a nice view of his boxer shorts and a fair bit of his tanned belly while reaching for the strings on the top shel. "I'm afraid these are too small if he does not let his _c_o_c_k_ soften first," the assistant said. The comment had very little effect on the state of Marco's _c_o_c_k_, but I made him put the string on all the same.
Marco turned his back towards us, while he tried the leather string, revealing his tight bubble butt in the process. Then I made him turn around, and pull his tee shirt up. His glistening _c_o_c_k_ head, which simply did not fit in the small string, showed above the waistband. "Looks nice on him," the assistant commented. "Bit small, but it will be okay if he softens again. Is there anything else I can help you with, sir." "Yes, I'd like to get a studded collar too, and a leash to go with it." I told Marco to take the string off and the briefs on and then put his short jeans back on again. Marco did as told, while the shop assistant got what I had asked for. "This should fit, I reckon," he said, showing me what I had asked for. I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor. Marco got the idea, and knelt on the floor in front of me.
I put the collar around Marco's slender neck, buckled it up, and attached the leash. A nice black studded collar, with metal rings to attach appropriate objects. "Some leather cuffs would be nice too," I instructed the shop assistant. He strolled over to a corner of the shop, and returned with three sets of cuffs to choose from. I selected a pair of cuffs that were lined inside with soft material. They had metal clips to connect them to each other or to the slave's collar. I made Marco stretch his arms so that I could put the cuffs on. I linked the cuff to each other. "Anything else, sir?" "Yes, a small riding crop would be great." Marco looked a bit frightened. We had chatted about spanking and all that, and he had expressed a keen interest in it, but to actually get whipped with a riding crop was a different matter. The assistant came back with six crops to choose from. I picked one that had a heart-shaped piece of leather at the end.
"Stand up, Marco. Bend over. I want to try it out." Marco assumed the position as instructed, spreading his legs and grabbing his ankles. His tiny shorts tightened round his bubble butt. I gave him six strokes in quick succession, none of them very hard. "Time to pay and go for a walk in the forest, unless you want to use the boy for half an hour before I go," I said. "I'd love to play with him, but my boss will whip my bare arse if I get caught. My marks from last week are only just disappearing." I smiled and gently squeezed his left buttock. "You let him do that to you? You must like it then. We should get together, one day." "You'll have to speak to my Master about that, sir," he responded while heading for the counter to prepare my bill. I followed him, leading Marco by his leash, paid and left the shop to go for a brisk walk in the forest.
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