Chapter 1: Nervous
Rain pitter pattered against Leon's car windshield as he sat in his car, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he pondered whether or not what he was about to do was just phenomenally stupid or obvious career and social suicide.
The rational part of Leon told him that he should just cancel this appointment and drive away as fast as he could and never look back.
His rightly ordered mind told him that he should just go home and pretend as though he hadn't driven for over an hour in heavy rain, horny as fuck, to seek out the services of a professional dominant to satisfy his newfound cravings.
He could do it.
He had enough gas in his tank and he even had enough compelling reasons not to get out of his car, walk up that flight of stairs, and spend the next hour and a half doing god knows what with an unknown man.
Yet, he didn't ignite his car's engine. Nor did he even make the move to.
Some part of him was stopping him rom doing so. And, it wasn't exactly subtle which part of him it was.
His dick had been rock hard ever since he'd seen the advertisement for the man's services not even a few hours ago.
He wanted that man from the advert to touch him in all of his sensitive places. To spank him until his ass cheeks turned red and he begged the man with tears in his eyes to stop.
But most of all, he longed for that man to whisper those two sweet words, "Good boy", into his ear like he had done to the man bound in leather in the video.
Leon knew better than most that these desires of his were beyond perverse, but it seemed as though his dick didn't care a single iota and, if anything, his knowing that what he wanted was perverse only made him and his dick even hornier and even harder.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the time on his dashboard and he paled. It was 7:03 pm - if he didn't get of his car like right now, he would definitely be late to the appointment that he had booked only a few hours earlier.
In the end, it was a contest for control of his actions between his head and his dick. Thus, truly, it was no real contest.
Leon heard a click as he opened his car door and got out, and then a thud as he slammed his car door shut.
Then, upon locking the car with his keys, he fast walked towards the metallic fire exit esque staircase - the rain drenching his work clothes in seconds, as well as the short mop of black hair that sat atop his head.
As he heard the small twang of his shoes impacting against the steps of the stair case, he could have sworn his heart was almost on the verge of exploding from pure anticipation of what was to come.
However, he couldn't deny that he was a little nervous too.
For he wasn't anything like the sub from the advert, who had been a guy, most definitely, but a small and feminine looking man for sure.
Whereas he, well, was a 6ft 3" man who regularly went to the gym and who got called handsome quite regularly by his female colleagues and friends alike.
And so what he was feeling right now, as absurd as it would seem to most people, was anxiety regarding his body and a fear that his frame excluded him from being able to have his deepest internal desires satisfied.
So, when he finally stood before the door at the top of the stairs, he couldn't help but freeze up as his hesitation, nervousness, and anxiety trapped him in place.
At least, they did, until the chiming of a smell bell that hung above the door alerted him to the fact that it was now open and the object of his fantasies, the man from the video, stood in the doorway with a warm and inviting smile on his face.
"You're my 7:15, right?" The man asked in a deep, seductive voice that sent shivers of euphoria down Leon's spine.
It was only after noticing the man's expectant look that Leon stuttered out a reply to the man's question.
"Y...Yes sssir. I am."
The man's smile grew into a seductive smirk at this reply, before he said, "Oh, well then, come on in out of the rain and we can get started early."
Chapter 2: Meeting Leon