MASTER MALCOLM by Clodylad David had never been to a leather bar. Of course Eric had. Eric had been everywhere! Since coming to NY, David had experienced most of the well known gay venues but had never been to a leather bar. It was odd he thought, as he had always wanted to. He imagined and occasionally fantasized about huge, hunky leathermen and they always made his head turn when he passed them on the street but he had never, for some reason, gone to a leather bar. Until now. The now loquacious Eric was dressed in all of his leather finery (leather pants, boots, cap) and was chatting with a "girly" leather queen who was telling him all of his favourite recipes. It was strange, thought David, that large, masculine gay men often ruined their tough facade once they opened their mouths, revealing them to be no more masculine than any other Chelsea gym boy. Eric and Recipeman were touching each other in a fashion that indicated strong mutual interest in more than touch, David quite out in the cold behind them. Eric turned to him and slurred that he was leaving to find out just how fine Recipeman's repertoire really was. David told him to be careful then they stumbled out into the street of the Village's meat-packing district. He smiled as the two lurched out the door together and then resumed his stance at the bar with his Coke. The barman had been extremely friendly to him but probably because he had been with a regular like Eric most of the night. He had not been approached, not even once. He wasn't a bad looking guy, fairly ordinary build, could've worked out a bit more, but he filled out his white T shirt and jeans in an appropriate fashion. His new J. Crew black patent leather boots were pinching his feet slightly, realizing now that he should've worn them in first before going out in them. The barman touched his shoulder and slid a Coke into his hand, smiling. David returned the smile, thanking him. The barman asked, "You've never been here before have you?". David looked down and shook his head, somewhat embarrassed. The barman laughed, "You can tell. You don't exactly look too comfortable guy, the biker jacket's too new and you have "Novice" painted invisibly across your forehead." Again, the shy David just smiled back and joked, "Thanks for making me feel so confident....and thanks for the Coke!". The barman laughed, "Never mind kid. Makes you all the more appealing to the other guys here," before he was summoned by a large, monstrous-looking hairy man with no shirt on at the other side of the bar. David watched the man order his drink and the bartender go through his motions. The customer was very big, hairy and smoking a big fat cigar. He could smell it from here. Even though cigars smelled putrid for the most part, something about them was incredibly masculine and powerful mused David. He took a gulp of his Coke, the new biker jacket squeaking as he raised the glass to his mouth. "God!", he thought, "What am I doing here? I do look ridiculously awkward, and feel much the same." He gulped the rest of the drink down, set down the glass and turned to leave....walking straight into a tall, man who was right behind him. "Sorry", he apologized as he backed away, the stranger's hands holding his arms in a firm grip to steady him. "Don't panic my friend, no harm done." said the stranger in a deep mellifluous tone and undistinguishable accent. David paused and couldn't stop himself from giving the guy a once over. He was over 6 foot tall, large but not fat, muscly. He wore a leather cap and a biker jacket with no shirt on underneath. A thick black belt kept his black leather jeans tight to his body, revealing long muscly legs and more beneath, ending in large motorcycle boots, polished till they shone. David only then noticed that the man was still holding his arms, only not so tightly. He tried to extricate his limbs from the stranger discreetly but they held firm. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." he continued, smiling. David relaxed, something new stirred in him. Here he was, a large, very handsome leatherman, holding him in non-threatening way, it was very....stimulating. "Why don't you sit with me and have a drink?", asked the man politely. David just looked at him and nodded, "Sure." The man called the barman over and ordered two drinks for them. The barman winked at David as he pulled the drinks. The stranger thanked him kindly and turned to David. "To new experiences then?", as he raised his glass. David smiled, raised his glass of Coke and asked, "What do you mean?" The man grinned, revealing a perfect smile and spoke calmly, "This is your first time in a leather bar, with a leather man, it is very obvious my friend." David squirmed slightly, "Well, wouldn't take a clever man to figure that one out now, would it?", he laughed, "I don't exactly look the part, do I?" The stranger frowned and asked him, "What do you mean "part"?". "David shrugged, "Well, I don't exactly have all of the necessary accessories or ....attitude for this place." The man nodded, "This is true, but you don't need those things to fit in here. You just need to like what you see, to come here and be with people who like what you like, feel comfortable with others who have similar interests and fantasies or dreams like yours. To share that experience." David could not help but notice the steady cadence and dulcet tones of the stranger. He shook himself out of his little reverie, "I'm David by the way.", holding out his hand. The stranger looked down and then took David's hand in his own, not as a handshake but in a handhold. "I am Malcolm. Its very nice to meet you David.", he smiled in return. Their hands didn't disconnect. There was an awkward moment of silence as David realized he didn't even try to get his hand back, just looked down at their clasped hands in contemplation. Snapping out of it, he found a random question to ask his new friend. "What do you do then....Malcolm?" Malcolm laughed a soft laugh, "Oh dear, so nervous we're reduced to smalltalk I see." David felt stupid and it showed. Malcolm reached out his free hand and touch his chin, raising David's head to face him. Opening his eyes wide and in a slow, relaxing voice whispered, "I am a hypnotist." David looked away and stuttered, "Well, that must be interesting, are you a stage hypnotist or a clinical hypnotist?". Malcolm didn't answer but sat straight up. "Ever been hypnotized David?" he asked directly. David took another drink with his available hand, "Em,...no I haven't" he replied as he swallowed. Malcolm continued, "It's nothing more than a heightened state of awareness, a state of complete relaxation that allows you to do and experience things in a much... richer way." David didn't look up, "Really. Well, I doubt I'll ever know what it's like", he laughed. Malcolm laughed with him. "David, so nervous, perhaps a little relaxation would do you good, don't you think?" David looked up at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?" he queried. "You're obviously very uptight and nervous about where you are right now, who you are with, I can tell from your body language and your defensive conversation." David gave him an odd look, "I can't help how I am Malcolm, sorry." Malcolm put his hand over David's own free hand, "Don't be defensive and never apologize for yourself David, I was just commenting is all. Its very easy to relax anyway. I could help." David was intrigued but was afraid to take any further steps. He knew, subconciosly that he wanted Malcolm to help but couldn't willingly involve himself. "How?" David whispered softly. Malcolm smiled, raised both hands to his face and caressed David's cheeks. Speaking in his soft, dulcet tone, "All you have to do is look into my eyes David, that's all." David's eyes wandered for a moment then found the brilliant blue eyes of this new, handsome leather clad stranger now sitting so close. The blue of his eyes transfixed him, he knew this was sort of silly but part of him wanted to play this out, to see where it would go, and that made him extremely aroused. Malcolm spoke again, "That's it. Just look deep into my eyes. The deep blue of my eyes. Look into them. Deeper and deeper, keep looking. You can't look away," he whispered in that wonderfully wistful voice. David found himself transfixed by the blue eyes of Malcolm, matched with the voice it was very compelling. "Deeper and deeper David. Keep looking into my eyes. Just relax and gaze deeper into my eyes David." Malcolm reiterated similar suggestions to him over and over again. David began to lose count of how often and when he repeated the phrases, so compelling were the eyes and the voice. "So deep now David, so relaxed, deep as you can go, so much more relaxed now, deep and relaxed, so comfortable, so safe, so warm, so right. It feels good David, doesn't it, to be so relaxed, so deep?" asked Malcolm in that mellifluous voice. David couldn't look away from the blue eyes, "Yes" he whispered. David was aware of what was happening but couldn't look away, it did feel good, he did feel relaxed and comfortable. Malcolm lowered his hands from David's face, David still stared into his eyes. For a while they just sat there like that, two men bonded by an unseen link between the windows of their souls. "So relaxed David, so right, so comfortable here with me David, aren't you?" asked Malcolm. "Yes", came the weak reply. Malcolm smiled, "Good David, very good, so relaxed, so comfortable with me David. I want to ask a few questions David, only simple questions and I want you to answer honestly David, you can do that for me can't you David? It feels good to be relaxed and to answer my questions doesn't it David?" "Yes." Their eyes were still locked. "Good David. Now, why did you come here tonight David? You can answer, it feels good to be relaxed and to answer my questions David." David gladly gave his reasons, "I came with my friend Eric. He wanted to come to a leather bar. I have never been before but I have always wanted to come to a leather bar." "Why is that David? Why have you always wanted to come here David? Mm?" "I have always found men in leather very hot" came the honest reply. Malcolm smiled again, "Really David? What is it about leathermen that makes you think they are hot?" "They are so...masculine. The leather makes them look very hot, very masculine and....masterful.....powerful." he finished. Malcolm raised his eyebrow and asked another question, "Do you like powerful, masterful leathermen David?" "......Yes, I do..." "Do you think that a powerful, masterful leatherman should have someone to serve him David? Should a powerful, masterful leatherman have a slave boy to be masterful to David?", asked Malcolm, now smiling. After a brief pause David replied, "....Yes, leather makes a man powerful, masterful, and gives a man power over someone else..." "Good David, this is how you feel isn't it? That you should serve a man who is wearing leather? A leatherman is so powerful and masterful David that you would want to serve him as his slave boy wouldn't you David?" "......Yes....I think I would...." "It would be the right thing to do David, it is what you want to to do isn't it David? To serve a leather master, to be a leather slave boy David, isn't it?" probed Malcolm. " ....Yes, I have always...fantasized about that, about being a leather slave boy...." Malcolm smiled and nodded, "Keep looking into my eyes David. Look deeper and relax. Concentrate on my voice and think about what you want from your fantasies. Serving a leather master as his slave boy is what you want to do. Look deeper David, listen to my voice and concentrate on my voice David. You're going deeper and deeper and my voice is all you can hear now David. My voice consumes your mind, it is all you can hear, all you can hear and understand, you're only hearing my voice now David, that is all, let it consume you David, your desire to serve a leatherman can be satisfied if you listen only to my voice. Only my voice David, listen to only my voice." Malcolm's tone had taken a more stern tone now but David was too rapt to even notice, all he could hear was Malcolm's voice he was so entranced and relaxed in the hypnotic state, nodding to Malcolm's suggestion that all he could hear was his voice. "Good David. Listen only to my voice, you cannot hear anything else, it consumes you now. Nothing else is in your mind except my voice, the voice of a leatherman David. A masterful, powerful leatherman David, me. Sitting across from you, it is my voice David, the voice of your master David. Listen only to my voice, listen. Listen and obey my voice David, the voice of your master. You must listen and obey David, you cannot think about anything else now David, just to listen and obey, listen and obey, listen and obey your master's voice David, that is all. Listen and obey me David. Listen and obey your master's voice. It feels good to listen, it feels good to obey. It is what you want to do isn't it David, to listen and obey the voice of your leathermaster? Isn't it David?" Malcolm repeatedly fed David the suggestions until they were ingrained in his mind. Of course this is what David wanted and somewhere inside David's head, he knew that this was what he had always wanted, it felt right, it felt good and above it all it made him incredibly horny. "Yes." he replied assuredly. Malcolm stood up and looked down into David's eyes, standing right over him, bearing down on him with that powerful gaze. "Listen to me David. I am your leathermaster now. You have to listen and to obey me David, that is all that is in your mind now. You have wanted this for so long, I will make it happen for you tonight. You are my slave. I am your leathermaster and you will, you must obey me do you understand me." David nodded silently. "Good boy David." David was completely transfixed and unconciously in his own private heaven, here he was, a leathermaster, a god standing over him, giving him orders, being his master. Malcolm stood upright and spoke to his new slaveboy. "Now slaveboy, you have to obey me. Reach into my jacket pocket." David looked down and reaching into the leather jacket, his hand touched Malcolm's hairy chest. "Take out the cigar in my pocket David, take out the cigar for your master boy!", asserted Malcolm. David did as he was told and held the cigar out for his master. "Put it in your master's mouth boy!". David reached up and did so. "Now, reach into my right pocket boy, take out the lighter there for your master and light the cigar. Now, boy!" David dutifully reached into the leather pocket, feeling Malcolm's hard on in the tight pants, took out the lighter and held it high to light his master's cigar. The flame ignited between their faces. The light highlighting Malcolm's bright eyes and David's glazed expression. Malcolm pulled on the huge long, dark cigar, lighting it, then blew the fetid smoke into David's face. He didn't even flinch at the acrid smoke. Keeping the long cigar in his mouth Malcolm spoke to David. "You are my slave boy now David and I am your master. When you address me you will always address me as master. Do you understand boy?" David looked up into the face of his master, clad in leather, looking powerful and masterful, smoking his great cigar, "Yes master" he droned happily. "Good boy David. Always remember that David. You are my slave and I am your master", repeated Malcolm as he stroked the back of David's neck with his hand, turned his head upward to face him again. "You are my slave and I am your master," he intoned again, the long cigar protruding far from his face, almost touching David's cheek. "Easy to remember now David isn't it? You are my slave and I am your master." David nodded in agreement as he looked at his master's face. "Repeat it David. You are my master, I am your slave." Without looking away David happily repeated, "You are my master, I am your slave." "Good slave boy David. And you must obey your master. Repeat please." David obeyed, "I must obey my master." "Without question, boy.", completed Malcolm. The smell of the cigar, sweat and leather was strong as they stood in close proximity, Malcolm now standing imperiously over David, looking down into his entranced visage, the cigar almost connecting them. "I must obey my master, without question." repeated David. Malcolm took the cigar out of his mouth and put his leather arm around David's shoulders. "Good boy. You will do as I say now, you must obey your master." David looked ahead blankly, happy in his trance state, "Yes master." Malcolm signaled the barman to come over and he quickly approached. "Another successful night Mal. You have the touch." smiled the barman. Malcolm winked at the barman, "Some day Mike, your turn'll come." as he threw down the money on the counter. "I can only hope." joked Mike. Malcolm turned and led the contented David out of the bar and onto the street. David allowed himself to be escorted, happy in the arms of his master. He had to serve him after all, there was no point in resisting. David looked up again at his master. So tall, so masculine, so powerful, so masterful, all in leather. Together they were walking along the streets of Manhattan, David being led as a slaveboy by his dream - a handsome, cigar smoking leather master. Not much was spoken as they walked along the streets of first the West Village and then into Chelsea. Occasionally, David would gaze up into the face of his master. The cigar still stuck out from his handsome chiseled face, now gone out, but nonetheless a powerful effect. "My good slave boy." Malcolm would say as David looked up at him. They came to an old brownstone on W18th and Malcolm led him inside. They stayed on the ground floor and went to the back of the building. Malcolm opened the door of his home and led his slaveboy inside. It was dark for a moment then Malcolm put on a soft light. David, in his subdued state did not really notice the apartment much, his eyes and thoughts were only his leathermaster. The apartment was neatly and sparsely furnished but certainly comfortable enough for one. Malcolm told David to wait. Then, went around the room lighting various candles with his lighter. David stood, silently, patiently, contentendly awaiting his next command from his master. Malcolm turned to him from across the room, put the cigar back in his mouth again and lit it up. "Do you like watching your master smoke his big fat, powerful cigar boy?" he asked. "Yes master." came the reply. Malcolm smiled, "Good boy. Keep watching me smoke it then, from there, watch your master, all in leather smoke his cigar, as you do you become even more my slave. Willing to give yourself to me with every pull on the cigar, you find it hard to resist me don't you David? Its almost impossible to resist? You simply must obey my orders, my commands!" David nodded his response, "Yes master" he droned. They stood like that, slave in a rapture watching his master until Malcolm spoke again, "I know you like leather David. Its a powerful thing leather you know? The smell, the texture, the feel, the look, its all animal and in black it is very powerful. When you wear black leather you can feel how it controls your emotions, your feelings, your needs, your wants, your willingness to do things." David didn't respond, just stood, silently watching his master. Malcolm looked at him longingly for a moment then it came out, harsh, "Come over here boy, NOW!" David dutifully obeyed. Malcolm pressed his hands on David's shoulders and pushed him down onto his knees pulling David's up to face him from below. Malcolm's powerful frame and jewel eyes penetrated his. "You must obey me David, you cannot resist, I am your master now and you must obey me. Repeat David, "I must obey.". David intoned, "I must obey." "Again!". shouted Malcolm. David responded kindly, saying it over and over again. As he did, Malcolm reached into a drawer nearby and pulled out a number of items. "Enough David. Stand up boy!" David stood to attention. "Take off your clothes boy!" Soon, David was standing, naked and fully erect in front of his master. Malcolm reached down, took the leather harness and pulled it over David's head, easing his arms into it. David did not resist, happy to partake in this little sexual fantasy. Malcolm helped him to a pair of leather chaps and back into his own boots. "You must understand boy that your total obedience and servitude to your leathermaster will only be heightened by feeling the touch, the smell, the sound of leather on your body." David looked trustingly into the eyes of his master. Malcolm pulled the leather face mask from the nearby table and eased it over David's head. Soon David stood in front of Malcolm, entirely clad in leather. "It feels good boy doesn't it? To have the skin of an animal surround your body. Feel it, smell it, taste it, hear it, the sound, the power of leather. It is your second skin boy. The second skin that seals your slave body for your master's total control. You cannot resist now David, you belong to me now. Your body and soul belong to me, feel the leather consume you David. Do not resist, become one with the leather and be my total slave forever!" Malcolm led David over to a full length mirror and together they stood before it. Malcolm pointed them out in the mirror. "Look at us now boy. Together we are united in leather. The master and slave. You cannot recognize yourself, can you boy? You see no resemblance to David anymore. David is gone, he is not here, only the leatherslave is here, the leatherslave that must obey his leathermaster. Look in the mirror, no more David, you cannot see him there, only the obedient slave that must obey his master's every command. Yes?" David could do nothing but agree. The only thing that looked like him in the mirror was the body shape and his own eyes, but the rest? Malcolm was right, he was a slave, it felt good to be a slave, he wasn't David. He was the leatherslave that had to serve his leathermaster standing beside him in the mirror. "Yes master. I must serve you." he heard himself say, but it wasn't him - it was the leatherslave! The leatherslave that would serve his leathermaster - forever! They played for most of the night. Malcolm teaching his wonderful new slaveboy to become the consummate cocksucker. David had never given a blow job like this one, it was unbelievable, to be at his leathermaster's knees, pleasing him, made him feel so happy and content. Malcolm asked him forthright questions about what his new slaveboy would be interested in trying out and did push any of the limits that David had obviously set for himself. They were still playing when the light of day could be seen drifting through the murk in the back of the apartment building. Malcolm undressed his slaveboy and put the harness, mask, etc back in their place, for David's next visit. David cuddled closer to his master as Malcolm put his large arms around him and gave him a big bear hug. "Your master loves his slaveboy David, you're the best, remember that boy!". David looked up into his master's eyes, "Yes master." he added complacently. Malcolm then stood up, looked at his watch and led them both to the bedroom where they both slept and dreamed of pleasing each other in ways that both had only dreamed of in recent times. Next morning, David awoke, he was a little confused and blurred about what had happened the previous night but all it took was one look into Malcolm's eyes and the sound of his amazingly soft, compelling voice to soon have him entranced once again. They got dressed and left the apartment, it was almost noon on a Saturday. Malcolm was now dressed only in his black leather biker jacket and plain clothes. David was now attired in leather pants, his own biker jacket and boots and a further a new addition to his wardrobe. Not visibly apparent, he now wore a cockring, placed there by his master. As long as he was wearing the cockring he would remain in the trance and happily obey his master. The happy couple walked down to Christopher Street. David did not even question where they were going or what they were doing so happy was he. Normally David would've felt incredibly silly even wearing a leather jacket, never mind the full leather uniform which he now proudly wore. Malcolm chatted to him constantly, letting him know how proud he was of his slaveboy and that he would be good to him. They paused outside a barber shop, "Now slaveboy, this is the one thing that I would really like you to do for me. I like my slaveboys with short, neat, military haircuts. Are you willing to get your hair cut like that for me boy? Would it please you too?" asked Malcolm in a sensitive manner. David didn't give it a second thought. He needed a haircut anyway, why not try something new and different. They went inside. "Hey Mal!", greeted the barber, who was obviously a leather queen, "The usual for you?", he queried. Malcolm shook his head, "No Doug. But I have a young friend here who would like to have a military haircut, and I know you're the expert at that.", he grinned. Malcolm led David over to the barber's chair and sat him in it, whispering into his ear, "You will be silent and happy to get your haircut David, it will feel good to have a new style, you must do what your master tells you to, remember?". David nodded in silence. Malcolm stood upright and turned to Doug, who now stood, scissors and electric razor at the ready. "What's it to be then?", he asked. Malcolm frowned, then nodded, "A...flat-top I think Doug, yes, that would be a different look for my new slaveboy, wouldn't it." Doug nodded in agreement and set to work with David. David looked in the mirror at the barber trimming his hair, though to be honest he was too busy looking at his master and his eyes, standing behind him in the mirror, smiling and patting his shoulder periodically. Soon, Doug stopped and David looked at his new style. A military flat-top it certainly was. It made him look very different from the longer, curls he had only minutes before. Now he had a dark, squarelike helmet, it made him look - meaner! "Good job Doug!", exclaimed Malcolm, "I love it. Now he looks more like a leather slave boy, just as he should, right boy?". David turned and looked up into his master's face lovingly, "Yes master." Doug and Malcolm escorted David out of the chair, they put back on their leather jackets, Malcolm paid the barber and they resumed their walk around the Village. David felt incredibly different now. People were looking at him, his head felt a lot colder than before, it was only then he fully realized that he had become one of the people that he used to look at and fantasize about - a leatherman, walking around one of the gayest districts of NYC, with his leathermaster! Short hair, black leather, large master, it was the very thing that only days ago he would've looked twice at on the street. Now, here he was, perfectly happy and content to be there with his leathermaster, forever! END