When I turned 18 I had a lawn mowing business for the summer. It was just me, and I used it to earn extra money. It all started about 6 months ago; I see a hot looking neighbor move in down the block. This guy must live to work out; I have never seen a guy wear so many different leather outfits. I had gotten a summer gig mowing lawns; hey it pays well for about an hour's work. I had fliers up around the neighborhood and had quite a few customers.
Then one day I got a call from a guy asking about me mowing his lawn. He asked me about prices and how long it usually takes me, and when I am available to mow. I tell him that it depends on the yard. He asks if I can come over and appraise his lawn for him, and I say sure and he gives me directions. I get halfway there before I realize it is him.
He is waiting for me on his front porch. I walk up and introduce myself. We walk around the yard and I quote him a price and he quickly agrees. I keep getting the feeling that he is checking me out, interesting because I am doing the same thing to him. He asks if I can start on Saturday, and I say sure.
About a month goes by and I hardly see him except when I am mowing the lawn and after when he pays me. But one Saturday when I am mowing his lawn he has to rush out, he tells me that he has to leave and that he can pay me my money if I come by later on that night at around 8 pm. I say no problem and finish his lawn. I go home and take a shower and change and lounge around the house and just take it easy for the rest of the day.
I get to his house about an hour early, I see his car in the driveway so I go on over, I also notice a motorcycle parked out by the street. I go up and knock on the door, a few minutes later he comes and answers it wearing a long black robe. His face looks really red and sweaty. I comment on that fact and he says he is working out in the wreck room. I say cool, and that I don't want to keep him, he hands me the money and I leave.
He shuts the door and I go to walk home, when I see him through a crack in the curtains in his wreck room. He drops the robe and I see he is wearing only a black leather jock strap. My curiosity is in overdrive. I go to the window and peek inside. There bent over a table with his hands shackled to the other side is a guy almost as hot as my neighbor, completely naked with a ball gag in his mouth.
I have never seen anything like it in my life and I am very turned on. I rub my crotch a few times through my jeans, and then realize that I am doing this out in the open, so I run back home. The next week is almost a blur; all I do is fantasize about what I saw. Saturday comes again, and I go a mow his lawn. After I'm done, he comes out and says good job, and to come in and he'll get me my money. I follow him in and shut the door behind me.
He is wearing black leather pants with a zipper running down each leg, a black tank top, and black leather boots. He hands me my money and I comment on his choice of clothes on this hot day. He laughs and says yeah, but that he had just found the pants in with some of his old clothes and wanted to see if they still fit him. I don't really buy that story, but hey, he looks hot to me. We chit-chat for a second or two then I say that I have to go. He says hang on a sec and that he wants to show me something. He puts in a video, and I see a night view of outside of a window. Then I realize that it is his window, and there I come up looking in. The video shows me spying on him and rubbing my crotch. I don't know what to say and he just looks at me like a predator. He asks what my parents would think if they saw this. And all I can do is hang my head in defeat and mumble that I am so dead, over and over again.
He tells me not to worry; that he can think of something else to do other than show my parents, but that it would cost me. I say okay but that I don't have much money. He says that he doesn't want money. I look at him puzzled and ask if he wants me to cut his lawn for free. He laughs and says no, and that he still is going to pay me for that. He tells me to follow him. I do and he leads me into his wreck room.
I recognize the table immediately. I he looks at me again and gives me the same evil smile and asks if it looks familiar. I say yeah. He orders me to strip, I hesitate but he holds up the tape, so I do as I am told, and he says, "Good, now get on your knees bitch!"