When I woke up, it was getting dark outside, so Billy must have been gone for several hours. Finally, I heard the key in the lock and the door open. I knew his step, and Billy came into the bedroom, dressed in his uniform. With all of the action of earlier that day, I’d forgotten that he had the duty that weekend, which is why I had gone to his place earlier than I usually did. Something had changed in Billy during his tour of duty, and he seemed tentative and fearful. He came over and gently stroked my close cropped hair and face, and gently kissed my forehead. He asked me if I would ever forgive him, and I told him only if he would do it to me again! At the sight of Billy in his uniform, complete with his MP brassard and duty belt, my hard on came back bigger than ever, and I really wanted to be fucked right then and there. But Billy told me that would have to wait until he took a shower and relaxed a bit. I told him that was a ’double spit promise’ that I would make him keep. He laughed and released me from the handcuffs and leg irons.

I went into his Billy’s living room and he brought me a beer. I looked at myself in his full length mirror on the back of his front door, and realized I was still totally naked. and I could feel the dried cum on my legs and ass. I went into his bathroom and cleaned myself off with a washcloth, and put on a pair of Billy’s running shorts that just managed to fit over my hard on. I returned to the living room where Billy was sitting on the couch. I sat on the floor between his legs, leaned my head back on his crotch, and it was like being home again. It was just comfortable being with him, and I knew all the cares and worries of the outside world would never intrude on our relationship. Whatever happened, we would deal with it together.

After about an hour, Billy asked me if I wanted to take a shower. I really needed one, but part of me didn’t want to get the sex smell off of me. I reluctantly said yes, since I wanted to be cleaned up for our lovemaking later that night. Billy told me where the towels were, and I went into the bathroom and turned on the water to get it warm. I didn’t hear the shower running, and realized the flow was being diverted to a flexible metal hose that was bouncing around on the floor of the shower from the water pressure. I turned the diverter knob and the water came out the shower head. I got in the shower and started cleaning my body.

I guess I was distracted by the water flow and the country music blaring from the radio, because I didn’t hear the shower door open and Billy step in with me. He gently washed my back and shoulders, turned me around and washed my chest, working his way down to my raging hard on. After cleaning my cock and balls, he told me the only way to get my asshole really clean was to use the metal hose. I’d really never been into the whole enema and scat thing, but by this time I was ready for something to be shoved up my ass.

Billy reached over my shoulder and turned the diverter knob and lowered the water flow and temperature. He told me to turn around and lean against the wall. He ever so gently guided the metal hose up my ass and told me to spread my legs a little more to let the water flow more freely in and back out. It was one of the most delightful sensations I’d ever experienced, and my hard on raged even more. I reached down to stroke it, but Billy slapped my hand away and told me to wait for later. I told him I would burst if I didn’t cum soon, and he said it was all about control. To show me what he meant, he grabbed my balls and squeezed them, and the pain of it definitely worked to cool my hard on problem for a little while. When Billy finished with me, he told me to get out of the shower and dry off and to get dressed while he cleaned up the shower. He told me he had some clean clothes for me to wear on the bed..

When I went into the bedroom to get dressed, instead of my worn levis and T-shirt, I found a pair of leather shorts, a leather shirt, and a pair of chaps neatly laid out on the bed. Thinking Billy made a mistake, I went searching for my clothes. I found them shredded and thrown in the corner of his kitchen by his trash can. I guess Billy decided I needed a wardrobe change. Other than my uniforms, I’d never spent a lot of time or money on clothes, and had never given any thought to leather other than a jacket. I was intrigued and wondered how they would fit and feel.

The smell of the leather was at once intoxicating and arousing. When I pulled on the shorts that were like running shorts, the feel of the raw leather against my skin was simply delightful and sexy at the same time. My hard on came back with a vigor, barely contained by the tightness of the leather shorts that pushed my cock off to the side, and put enough pressure on my balls that it felt like they were being gently crushed - not painful exactly, but I knew I needed to calm down before I came in the shorts. It’s the same reaction I had the first time I had put on my Dress Blues after graduation from boot camp. If you haven’t experienced the sensation, no explanation is possible. If you have, no explanation is necessary! The shorts did have an interesting feature - a zipper that ran from the front, down under the crotch, and all the way back up the ass to about an inch from the waist band. I immediately saw the convenience of this arrangement and thought whoever invented it was a genius. You could have sex without undressing - cool!

Next I picked up the chaps. They were very well made from a very heavy leather, and instead of the normal outside zippers on each leg, like biker chaps, they were on the inside. I don’t know why, but this seemed sexy as hell. I unzipped each leg about halfway down, and put on the chaps. They fastened with a belt in front, and leather lacing in the back for adjustment. They were a little tight on my legs, but I managed to get the zippers all the way back up. They fit tightly over the legs of the shorts I was wearing under them, giving the effect of a pair of tight pants, but with a big old zipper right there to advertise they weren’t! The smell and feel of the leather was fantastic. I just knew that leather would be part of my wardrobe from then on.

Next I put on the leather shirt, a kind of polo style shirt with short sleeves and a collar that closed with two snaps. There was a zipper on the side of the shirt that made getting it on a lot easier. It was skin tight on me, and a bit of a struggle to get the zipper down. It had the effect of forcing me to suck in my stomach and outlined all the muscles in my upper torso. I looked fantastic in it! I went out to the living room and got my black boots and socks and put them on. The result was kind of unreal, but very pleasing and arousing.

By this time, Billy had finished in the bathroom and came out to see what I looked like. Teasingly, he ran his hands up and down my chest and down my legs. The reaction was immediate. My cock really wanted to get off, but Billy told me to remember what he said about control. I managed to control myself while Billy got dressed in leather jeans and a button up leather shirt. He put on his boots and snapped a leather wristband on his left wrist. He then turned to me and said, "You know, there’s something missing from your outfit to make it just right." With that he brought out another leather wrist band and snapped it on my right wrist. He then put a matching band on my right bicep, and then told me to get on my knees. Thinking he wanted me to give him some head, I got right down and reached for his zipper. He slapped my hand away and told me to look at him. He told me that the next decision I would make would determine our relationship forever.

Billy brought out what looked like a small leather belt about the same size as the armband, but this had holes on one end and what looked like posts on the other. Turns out it was a collar that he put around my neck and tightened to the most comfortable but secure hole that the post went through. He handed me a padlock with the key in the hole, and told me I had a choice to make. If I put the lock on and gave him the key, it would mean that I belonged only to him, and would do whatever he wanted me to do without question, and that only my time on duty with the Corps would be my own. He was so serious that I knew there was something more to this rather strange ceremony than I could understand at that time. I asked him to explain it to me in more detail.

Billy told me this would be a bond between us that would last forever. I was committing to him alone, to satisfy his every need and desire without exception or question. In return he would always care for me, love and protect me, and take care of my needs. He told me I would be beginning a journey of discovery mixed with pain and pleasure that required incredible trust and a kind of love that most men never get to experience. Billy was the love of my life, and I would do anything for him, even give my life for him, and I knew he felt the same about me. It was like all the distance that had grown between us was suddenly gone, and I felt a love and release of all my cares and worries, and I put the lock through the post and snapped it shut.

I started to hand the key to Billy as a sign of my acceptance and submission, but he told me to put it at his feet. I did exactly what he said. He next told me that to prove what I said he wanted me to lick his boots. This was a bit of a shock to me, but I did exactly that. I licked every bit of surface of his boots, and as I worked my way up to the top, he pulled his zipper down and pulled out his engorged cock and told me it was time for a snack. I took his cock in my mouth and began to gently suck it while he grabbed my head and began a rhythm that lasted for about 15 minutes until he came. The salty yet sweet taste of his cum, and the scent of leather and sex was overpowering, and I really needed release.

I pulled the zipper down on my leather shorts and pulled out my own engorged cock, only to have Billy slap me and say, "Did I give you permission to cum you fucking worthless piece of shit?" It was then that I realized what I had signed up for, and was a bit taken aback and fearful, my hard on instantly disappearing like a balloon punctured by a pin. I tried to answer him, but he slapped me again, and told me, "This is like boot camp. The first and last words out of your mouth will be Sir. Do you understand me, slave?" I answered, "Sir, yes Sir," and he then gave me permission to relieve myself.

I was so intent on what Billy was saying and doing, that I didn’t realize my own hard on had come back as big as ever. I reached down and only had to stroke myself a few times before releasing a stream of cum that shot straight on to Billy’s boots. He smacked me again and told me to clean it up. By then I knew what this meant, and I proceeded to lick my own cum off Billy’s boots. This was going to be one hell of an adventure! When I was done, Billy told me to get on my feet, and we left the apartment, got into his truck and went out partying in a few places that I never knew existed in North Carolina or anywhere else.

Our relationship settled into a routine. I moved in to Billy’s apartment, but kept my own so as not to raise suspicions. We both had one bedroom apartments and didn’t want anyone talking about us or raise their suspicions about our relationship. When I would return from work, if Billy wasn’t there, he would leave the collar and lock on the table by the front door. The first thing I would do was put it on to remind me that I was no longer in charge. I would change into my leather shorts and nothing else, and proceed with my daily household chores. We had a great life together for nearly 18 months until the Marine Corps intervened by giving Billy PCS orders to report to Quantico, Virginia. We were separated for awhile, only able to get together a few weekends a month, depending on our duty schedules. I stayed true and committed to Billy, but I was certain that he would find an outlet for his own needs, and I was okay with that. It’s always who you come home to that matters, not who you’ve been with in between. It was in Quantico where Billy met and made friends with the other characters involved in my great bondage odyssey.

During my trips to Quantico, I gradually noticed that Billy and I were growing somewhat apart from each other. The spark and desire was still there, but there was something he wasn’t getting from me. At times when Billy wanted to go deeper into more strict bondage, I went along only so far, and wasn’t ready to bring others into our relationship for three-ways or groups. He kept telling me what I was missing and the joy and release I would experience if I just let go and went along. At the beginning of our relationship I had made clear to Billy that my surrender was to him alone, and there were limits that needed to be respected. These included never ‘outing’ our relationship to others either directly or by expressing ownership by giving me orders in front of others. The fact is I outranked him, and such a breach of protocol would raise too many red flags and be detrimental to our careers.

I think Billy needed to be completely in charge of my life, and wanted to expand my experiences to the maximum. He once told me a story of a prisoner he had abused in the Brig. The guy was awaiting a General Court Martial for desertion, and was being held in maximum security with little or no contact with other prisoners. Billy took advantage of the situation by offering favors and extra privileges in exchange for sexual activity that included bondage, toys and, eventually, a gang rape involving other guards and prisoners. He described it in such detail, and became so aroused with each telling, that I soon decided that it might be worth experimenting a little more, and expand my horizons