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[Musings...] The Kid

The Kid

Bondage, non-consensual, knock-out, fiction
Copyright © 2005 by John "Reddywhp" Reddy. Permission granted to archive if and only if no fee (including any form of "Adult Verification") is charged to read the file. If anyone pays a cent to anyone to read your site, you can't use this without the express permission of the author. This paragraph must be included as part of any archive.
What follows is a piece of fiction.  Any similarity to living persons is coincidental.  The author does not condone the activities described herein, though he has been known to enjoy similar activities himself.
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Another Friday night at the Eagle. The boys were going to go out in force. I was going out with them, a sort of adopted 'big brother' by way of the Kid. I'd been looking out for him for years. So when I moved here, I inserted myself into his group of friends. I'm not much of a bar goer alone, but if there's a social gathering, I'll drag myself out.
Tonight, though, I had different plans.
Normally, it was just jeans and a t-shirt when I went out. I was in a different mood. I pulled on my leather jock. With the tight chrome cock ring built in, it gives me a nice bulge. I pulled on my plain black leather jeans; snug around my waist, but loose around the boots, letting me decide if it was boots in or out. The leather was thick, but well-worn and broken in.
The leather uniform shirt with epaulets was a different matter. I've only had it for a short while, but it was smooth and suple like glove leather. I buttoned it up the front, up to the top button. I bought it off the rack from Mephisto, but it felt tailored to me, the cuffs of the sleeves just long enough for my tastes. The black leather tie blended in well with the leathers. It was visible enough.
I pulled a pair of thick boot socks on, tucking the bottoms of my leather jeans into them. That let my almost knee-heigh Chippewa engineer boots to slide up my leg much more easily, keeping my pants stable and presentable. A quick buckle at the top of my calves, and my ankles, and I was almost ready to go.
On my way out the door, I grabbed a bag, my keys, and my leather gloves. The thin gloves would work well for now. I grabbed my leather motorcycle police jacket. All black, of course. I was ready, I had everything else I needed in the bag.

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Loved it! Thanks! :)


~ Pug

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