On Call

 Sometimes, being on call in the information technology sector is easy. Other times, well I will let you decide.

It was a Saturday night and with my manager also on call, I figured that I could have a night with the boys at a local leather club. I was dressed in my chaps, jock, engineer boots and harness with my biker jacket hanging next to the door ready for me to wear. Then the phone rang and swore as I read the ID, The Boss.

One of the clients outside the city had a problem and they needed it fixed ASAP. It was so important that he was sending a car to pick me up and had assigned a car for me to use once I arrived at the office. The keys and a USB with all the necessary data and updates. As he hung up the cab pulled up in front. With no chance to change, the best option was to grab a black hoodie and throw on a set of yellow wet weather gear. The bib pants covered the leather chaps and boots. The jacket would cover the hoodie and keep me warm and dry.

I quickly grabbed my laptop and the waterproof briefcase I always used for these types of calls and headed for the cab. With the cab heading to the office, I had a chance to call my friends with the news that I would be able to join them. Then I decided to check the weather. It seems that I was dressed right for the storm approaching.

The security desk had an envelope waiting for me. In it was the memory key, the car keys and a fast note. “The unit GPS has the location of the lighthouse, enjoy your stay.” Sometimes I really wish the boss was a bit more informative in his instructions. My transportation was the company’s black Jeep SUV with all the extras so the drive would at least be comfortable. With the phone slotted and the GPS up, I keyed the saved trips list and found my destination, at least an hour’s drive away. One thing I did like was that the car also had voice commands enabled. Time to hit the highway.

Traffic was light making the drive not quite so bad and the express lanes were moving at speed. As I passed the city limits I figured that I should call the office and get more details about the lighthouse. He picked up on the second ring.

I told him my rough location before asking, “Would you like to give me more information on where I am headed, this is my first trip out there.”

“Ah,” there was a brief pause before he continued, “You are heading for a manned lighthouse in the center of a nature conservation area. There is a full-time conservationist who takes care of the lighthouse and the adjoining buildings including the area that houses our equipment for the university research projects. His name is Stewart. You will find him an easygoing guy who does like to keep to himself a bit but if he takes a shine to you he just might offer you a drink.” He paused as I heard his, then my phone beep a notification. “Damm, the whole area has just been placed under a severe storm warning. You might be spending the night there. I'll call him to let him know that you are almost there.”

The conservation area had a highway exit to its own which made things really easy as it started to rain. At this point, it was a matter of following the signs to the entrance and find the lighthouse. I could not miss it with its lights in action, almost beckoning me closer. By the time I reached the parking area next to the lighthouse, the rain was getting very heavy.

In the doorway of the house butting up against the tower portion of the lighthouse was a hooded figure clad in orange wet weather gear, my host. I quickly stowed the phone in one pocket of the rain jacket and the keys and memory stick in another before drawing up my hood and grabbing the laptop case and heading into the rain.

“You must be Stewart,” I said as we shook hands. His face was rather handsome in the partial light, I thought I certainly felt welcome.

“And, you must be Steven. Your boss called to say that you were on your way. Not the best of weather for a night drive out here. Let me show you where they all set up.” I followed him into the house which could have been built in the early part of the 1920s. The main room was almost like a great hall with a high ceiling and a fireplace in the far wall. The white plaster of the walls reflected the light coming from the lite fire and the occasional wall sconce. A spiral staircase leading up to a second-floor gallery. One of the doors lead into the lighthouse tower and the others could have lead to the kitchen or bathroom.

He lead me to a low chaired desk in from of one of the main windows which might have shown the marsh and the lake on a good day. On it, I found a router, a power bar and a small lamp turned on, ready for me to set up my connection to the server. The router had a spare network cable already slotted which was good, I forgot to grab one in the rush to get here.

As I set up, I caught a reflection of Stewart in the window watching me. He had removed the rain jacket and hung it by the door. The orange of the bib pants contrasted against a black T-shirt. He looked in shape with all the walking he must do around the site. His short greying hair reminded me of a friend of mine from the navy. As he headed off into one of the other rooms I slotted the memory stick and started the diagnostic.

I had no idea how long this was going to take but I might as well get more comfortable and took off the rain jacket and slung it over the back of the chair. I kept the hoodie zipped up for the moment, not being sure how Stewart might take to seeing the leather harness. He returned a few minutes later with a pair of coffees. “You look like to need to be JAVA enabled. French roast and a shot of espresso,” He explained as he placed to mug on the desk. “If you need to replace anything, the parts are in the server room through the lighthouse, just yell”. I nodded and returned my attention to the screen.

Sipping his coffee, he wandered into the main area of the room, picking up a tablet and seating himself near the fire. I could tell that he was scoping me out since I was a new face for him. At this point, all I wanted was to get the job done and head back into the city. With luck, I might be able to meet my friends and have a couple of drinks before the last call.

The test finally finished and I saw that it was just one update that had failed to install correctly. The same one that had been giving everybody headaches for months since its release. The problem was that it was not a small update but a major security update. This was going to take a while.

Between the fire and the hot coffee, I had to unzip the hoodie. I just hoped that he did not notice my bare chest of the leather harness. With the software patch running, I had a choice of staring out the window of watching the “Blue Screen of Boredom” grind its way to completion.

The sound of something hitting the house shook me out of my daze and I turned to see Stewart heading for the door and grabbing his jacket. “Better check to see what that was and make sure the backup generator is primed and ready. Just in case.” with that he headed out into the storm and I returned my attention to the update, nearly done, then the reboot.

As he returned I heard the sound of the reboot starting; onto the second phase of boredom. Stewart seemed to be in the process of making a decision when the lights flickered briefly and we both heard the sound of the generator kicking in. “Better call your boss. This just got complicated.”

I had to agree with him, the reboot was only at 5% at this point. Luckily the uninterrupted power supply acted as a buffer for the server but we had no idea how long the power outage would last. I also knew what the boss would say. I was on site till the power was fully restored. I watched as my laptop remade the connection to the server and I decided that I needed a smoke and I could talk to the boss at the same time. I saw that Stewart was grinning a little as I zipped up the jacket and I headed to the car.

In the car, I called the boss and gave him the current situation. Yes, I know the company policy about smoking in their vehicles but I did not care right now. Between drags, I told him what the issue had been and what the current situation was. Just as I expected, I was to remain until the site was back on the grid. I wondered how Stewart would take the news.

As I entered the house I saw that a few things had changed, the lighting was much lower and on the coffee table was a bottle and a couple of glasses. Stewart was also back in full wet weather gear and a black hoodie with a broad grin on his face. “Since you will be spending the night you can do me the favour of giving me a kiss.”

What. I stopped as the mind processed this. He wanted a kiss; alright he certainly was the type I would kiss. It was short without much passion but it was a kiss.

He gave me a look then added, “You call that a kiss. I figured that a leather-clad man like you would know how to give a real kiss.” I guess that he somehow noticed the harness.

With that, I let go of the restraints and gave him the kiss he wanted. I started slow, with no tongue and gathered him into my arms. We slowly turned until his back was to the door and I slowly pressed my body into his against the door. With him pinned and in a tight embrace I forced my tongue into his mouth and ground my hips into his. I finished by starting to nibble on his chin and neck before releasing him.

I stepped back and asked, “Better?'

He grinned before replying, “Much. I hope that the harness is not the only bit of leather you are wearing.” I gave him my best evil grin and reached for the zip of my jacket but he stopped me. “That's my job.” I came close enough to kiss him again and slowly unzip his rain jacket as I did. With a shrug he let it fall to the floor before he unzipped mine and I followed his example. His hoodie was unzipped and I could see t edges of a tight-fitting leather vest under it.

I gave him another long and hot kiss with my hands sliding down into his bib pants to give his ass cheeks a long squeeze. He was wearing chaps as well and I started to think of a way to be rid of all the outer gear. As we separated I nodded toward the sofa by the fireplace and he grinned in reply.

Before he sat down he removed his hoodie and popped the clasps on his pants which would allow me to slowly pull them off him to reveal that he was wearing leather chaps, a jock and tall leather boots. Before he had a chance, I popped my clasps and gave him a bit of a stripper show with several thrusts in his direction. My pants dropped to my knees revealing my leather jock and chaps. They might have gone further but the top on my boots stopped them.

I dropped to my knees and started to chew on his jock. This allowed me to also force the pants over my boots and to slowly remove them, one boot at a time. I was driving him wild by considering his dick my personal chew toy with my teeth just brushing over the head of his cock. With the rain pants removed, I moved up to give his pecs my personal attention.

Between kisses, I licked then nibbled on each of them and I knew that he was close to being rock hard. He finally pushed me away and grabbed the pouch of my jock, gave it a fast squeeze before removing it. He seemed a bit frustrated when one of the snaps resisted his pull but it finally gave way. He took the pouch and inhaled the scent of leather and sweat before tossing it onto the coffee table. “Nice looking hard drive you have techie. Is it plug and play?” I did not have a chance to reply as I felt his tongue on the tip of my cock.

Slowly and almost lovingly he started to lick the length of my semi-hard dick. As I got hard he started to suck the head of my dick and I started to grow weak in the knees but I spread my legs a bit so that he could worship my cock and balls better. When he was satisfied that I was hard he looked up at me and said, “Let’s fuck.”

He stood up and grabbed my hand. He lead me up the spiral staircase into his bedroom. Some of the heat in the room was coming from the unlit fireplace. He pushed the duvet out of the way before he pushed me onto the bed. I was near its center before he climbed on top of me and he positioned himself so that I could either suck him, play with his tender balls or give his ass a tonguing.

I chose to give his ass a long and loving tongue bath. With each flick of my tongue on his rosebud, I heard a slow moan. With each tender bit of his ass cheeks, he sucked stronger and I knew that he could easily get me to blow a load. He had me rock hard and close when he relented and gave his ass crack a quick swipe of my day-old beard.

At some point, while he was sucking me, he found the zip lock pack in one of the chaps pockets which had lube and a condom in it since the next thing I heard was him saying, “Time to get the Groove on”. It took me a second before I realized he was talking about the condom in the pack. I heard him tear the packaging before I felt him slipping the sheath on my dick.

I slipped from under him and started to think about how to mount him first but he had already chosen the position that he wanted for me to fuck him, doggie style. On one of the nightstands was a bottle of lube, a towel and some quick cleaning wipes. Not sure if all of this was for me or for someone else I placed the towel under him and grabbed the lube to lather his rosebud properly.

I positioned myself between his legs and slowly feed his hole my hard cock. Not everyone can deal with my cock for the first time, it's not its length but its girth. He was moaning by the time I was balls deep and slowly pulling out for my second stroke. I was taking things slowly when he said, “Give me that hard drive of yours, I want to feel you update my system.

He wanted it hard, I would give it to him hard slamming back in till I heard my balls slap into his. As my pace quickened, I grabbed the back strap of his chaps and I could feel him pushing back to meet each of my strokes. We both let go and gave in to our primal passions as I pounded his ass full of hard cock. He then started to tighten his ass around my cock and I could feel that I was close.

With a final thrust, I grabbed his hair and blow my load. Even with my weight on him he had arranged the towel and had lubed his cock. Though I had cum, he told me to keep fucking him as he stroked himself toward his load. At one point, my not limp cock slipped out of his ass and I grabbed the cleaning wipes first to clean his ass before he rolled onto his back.

Alright, I am a boy scout but it was far easier than him having to clean his sheets. I am a guest after all. He wanted to kiss and for me to play with his nipples as he worked his hard cock. I could tell that when he came his orgasm was deep and full from his moaning. I helped to clean him up before asking, “Was the update successful?”

I was a while before he spoke but he was fully back in control, “You can update my system like that any time you want, Tech support call or not.” and he gave me a long-smouldering kiss. He showed me where the bathroom was before heading back to the living room.

Refreshed I joined him on the sofa and we cheered each other with a rather fine Scotch. As I watched the flames I heard him remark that this was the best tech support call that he had had in ages. It was certainly the most unexpected but I could arrange it that I was the only one who serviced this site if he wanted it. That night I fell asleep with my arms wrapped around him with us still clad in our leathers in his bed and under the duvet.

Halfway through a leathered breakfast, the light flickered again to signify that the house was back on the grid and my service call had come to an end. We exchanged personal contact information and I dressed for the drive back. Before leaving I gave him a long kiss and invited him to my place the next time he ventured into the city.

On the way back to the office I called in to log the rough time that the service call ended and enquired when the next quarterly update was for the site was. Without thinking, I volunteered to spend the weekend doing the update. I was thinking of several nights in Stewart’s arms and bed with me bringing something. Forget Wine, women and song. I was thinking of wine, one man and sex.

I wonder, does he like scallops?

A New Recruit

 

It all started with a quick email from a friend who I chat with regularly. He said that he had a friend who was looking for the specialized training I provide and he was not talking about my computer consulting. A few days later I get the first email.

His name was Rick Lionheart and in his spare time he liked to spar in his satin boxing kit but he was looking for some military-style training. I explained that I was very selective as to who I train and at the moment I was not currently accepting applicants.

His reply was a series of images. The first was him in silver boxing trunks and black robe both looked like they were made out of satin; the next a sage coloured US flight suit, the final one was him in the flight suit kneeling with the zip down to his navel asking for me to accept him as a new military trainee with the plea that he was “willing to do anything to become Your Recruit”

I spent a few days thinking about his request during which I received more images of him in different PVC sports kit and a shot of him showing off a special feature of the flight suit, an ass flap. I told him that I would need to “Test him” to see if he was suitable material for military training. His response was blunt, give me any test you want, I want your training.

I tailor each candidate's test to there specific needs. In this case, I had to test him at the same time transform him into a military trainee. I needed to see how well he took orders in a stressful situation and in a way change him physically. A standard brush cut might be in the cards but I still hade time to decide. How he handled the shave would tell me if he could become a Recruit. I also find that some see the sudden change in their physical appearance so unnerving that they fail the test. Body hair does grow back after all.

We set a date and time with a warning that he was to be prompt. It started to rain as the time approached and I wondered if it would delay him in any way but he showed up 10 minutes early. Dressed in tight jeans, a t-shirt and a satin jacket with a sports bag in hand I watched him approach the building. I guessed the bag had his sports kit that he would be wearing during his test. With a broad smile and firm handshake, he greeted me. We chatted about the drive over as we walked toward the furnace room entrance. I could feel his gaze on me I don't think he was impressed with the navy sweats that I had on.

I flicked on the lights and warned him of the low ceiling. He laughed as he saw one of the water lines near eye level. In a side room was the workout bench that I use for strength training and I was going to use it as the setting for his test. I figured that the workout bench would set him at ease and would give me a better idea if he had the qualities I wanted in a new trainee.

I told him to change and relax as I grabbed a few bottles of water from my apartment upstairs. I quickly stripped off the sweats and changed into a navy coloured sauna suit that I use to work out in. I also had another change of clothes in the furnace room if the first part of his test went well. I found him on the bench examining the weights on the bar dressed in his boxing trunks and black robe. On a nearby chair was his street clothes neatly folded. On another was the flight suit placed over the back.

He seemed to relax a bit more once he saw how I was dressed for his test. A type of physical trainer. “So what is involved in this test? “ He asked taking a sip of water from the bottle I handed him.

Moving the chair with the flight suit on it so that I was in front of the bench I sat on the edge opened my bottle of water and smiled. “Well, it is partially a mental stress test to see your fight or flight reaction, how you can follow orders and focus your mind in a stressful or restrictive situation. A smaller part is a physical test to test your fitness which we will complete first.” I explained. “For that, I have supports for your wrists and ankles. These are more sturdy than your standard supports. From an army surplus, ammunition canister located at one end of the workout bench I pulled out the restraints all linked together on a carabiner.

Unclipping two, I gave him the pair for his wrists and he gave them a very close look. “Not velcro?” he asked as I removed the arm curl support from the end of the bench.

“No, I don't want them to slip off during your physical test and you getting injured.” It was all very reasonable but they also had another purpose that they would be used for as well. I helped him with the straps on the restraints making sure that they were tight enough that they would not slip off and with a bit of movement for proper blood flow. As he flexed in the wrist restraints, I had him lift each leg so I could attach them to his ankles after removing his shoes.

“Right now let's see your strengths. Let's start with the upper body, then we shall see how your legs are.” I told him as he got comfortable on the reclined bench and positioned himself for the bar with 30 pounds on it.

He lifted it with ease and started to do a set of reps. With two sets of five, he positioned the bar back on the supports and asked, “How was that?” As he did the robe slid open to reveal his chest hair.

“Very impressive,” I replied. “Now let's do the first set on your legs. This has 25 pounds on it.” As he started I could see that he was grabbing the edge of the seat to steady himself. The bench should have had handles below the seat but grabbing the padding worked just as well.

I let him rest and take on some water before we approached the next step, the test of his mind. As he shook out his arms and legs I lite a charcoal brick and added a bit of incense on top. White sage would work to clear the air before I use sandalwood to create a meditative space so that he could release what I knew were repressed desires.


“Now for the next part, you will need to be calm and focused. This test measures your fight or flight reaction in a stressful restricted situation. At any point, you can say the word 'red' and the test will be over. Any items on you will be removed at which point I will be around while your dress and leave on your own accord and know that you will have to look elsewhere for what you are seeking. “

I gave him some time to think this over before he declared, “I am a fighter, I can beat your test.” I nodded and thought, you hope to become what you came for.

From the ammunition can I pulled an executioner style leather hood. “First lets partially obscure your vision. This is not much different if you got a messy cut above the eye.” he waited patiently on the bench as I laced up the back to ensure that it was sitting properly then I had him lie back on the bench. Next to the bench were a tablet and a pair of Bluetooth headphones. I positioned the headphones making sure that they would not shift if he moved.

Before I started the music, he asked, “planning to hypnotize me or something?”

No, nothing like that, this is just a meditative album from thirty years ago. I need you relaxed and this will give you something to focus on during this. You want this to happen don't you?” I gave him a moment, then he nodded and I started the recording after several deep breaths

I watched him start to focus on the music with his eyes slowly closing. This gave me the chance to strip off the sauna suit in the next room and quickly change into my uniform leathers and tall boots with a marine corps dress shirt. The final touch was the shoulder strap for the Sam Brown belt.

Stepping quietly back into the room and placing the shirts hanger on a chair I saw that my absence had gone unnoticed giving me the chance to slowly gather up and secure each of his arms to an elastic cord under the weight bar. The rope was loose enough to give him some movement but not much.

It must have been the change in tracks or a slower section in the music that caused him to notice that he was now partially restrained. He struggled briefly before asking “Why?”

I calmly replied, “This is part of the test. Your movements are being restricted. How you handle this crisis and use your mind over your muscles is key to success. I have a feeling that you want this test to prove your worth and become more than just a satin clad boxer.” I waited for several moments. I was ready to release him if he said “No”

He took several breaths before replying. “I want more”

I stood in front of him and held up the flight suit. “Is this what you want?”

His voice was strong as he replied, “I want that and I want you to finish the test so I can show you my worth” I nodded as I grabbed the hanger and hung the flight suit within his sightline.

The next stage was to restrain his legs and for that, I would have to remove his trunks before I use a spreader bar. As I grabbed the waistband he lifted slightly as if to show his willingness for me to remove them.
Once off I secured his ankles to the bar and its chain, I raised it to a hook in one of the ceiling rafters. It was then that I noticed that he was wearing a jock. I could remove the restraints or cut it off of him. I choose to remove it with my camping knife. The lower straps were easy but the main one took time since I did not cut him in the process. The strap separated with a satisfying twang and exposed his hard cock. That will make shaving him that much easier in that area.

With the knife stowed, I reached under the bench for the shaving kit and a pair of my leather gloves. The electric razor was designed specifically

for this job would make this entire process fast and safe. I ran a gloved hand down his chest and he moaned softly. I then gave his hard cock a gentle squeeze. His moans grew in volume. Finally, I examined his full ball sack. After this quick scan, I decided on the main areas to shave. His chest, groin and ass would feel the machine. With the robe in the way, his pits would be a problem and I could damage his robe.

He saw the razor and struggled briefly and I knew he needed reassurance. “You want to be transformed. From a hairy satin clad boxer to one who wears the flight suit. In the military, the first step is always a brushcut to remove the old physical appearance and to begin the rebuilding process. This is not the military but you need to have something similar. The shave will remove the hairy satin boxer and in its place will be a smooth recruit worthy of the flight suit.” I paused and I knew that he was in the process of making the final step and should not be forced.

“Do it. Make me into a smooth Recruit. I want to be your Recruit”

He had taken the final step and I would be honoured to be his Drill Sargeant. “I will do this as quickly as possible but you need to stay as still so that I do not cut you.”

I started with his chest and slowly worked my way down. I took care around his nipples which were hardening in the chilly air. As I started with his abs, I started using shorter strokes of the razor.

I sifted my position to shave his groin. He wanted to be smooth and his cock and balls needed the most attention with careful handling including the area between his balls and his ass crack and cheeks.

With a final delicate stroke, I shut the razor down and brushed off him the odd loose hair from his body. Then used an aloe-based lotion to ensure that he did not get razor burn anywhere. It was time to reverse the restraints. Once the spreader bar was on the floor I undid the ankle restraints. I moved forward and slowly released each arm placing it on his bare chest.

As I removed the headphones, I half expected to hear music but it seems that the recording had already ended.

I asked him to sit up so that I could remove the hood. As it came off he asked, “ does this make me worthy?”

“It does,” I replied. “You do have one last step for your transformation to be complete. Remove your robe and don the flight suit as My Recruit.”

With that, he stood and let the robe fall onto the bench. I handed him the flight suit which he quickly put on. With it zipped up to his navel he suddenly dropped to his knees and asked, “ Is this how others will know that I am Your Recruit. I knew what he meant, hanging from my right hip was a locked chain collar. He had proven that he was worthy of training. With the collar securely locked around his neck, he stood slowly. “Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir.” He moved over to the sports bag and pulled out a small bottle of champagne. “Permission to celebrate, Sir.”

Yes, Recruit, I think we should. Let us head upstairs so that we may do this properly. As they say, the rest is classified.