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Leather by Liam

"Is this the room where they do the leather stuff?"

The only occupant slowly raised his head at the words that were being shouted through the nearly closed workshop door. Slowly he looked around the room, seeing all the various examples of leather work hanging from pegs on the wall, or draped across work tables, left from the previous class before the lunch break had started.

"Yes," he said, going into full sarcastic mode as he returned to working on the belt that was laid out in front of him, "I think it just might be."

"Good," the door opened, giving that same creak it had always done, "I need something done?"

The boy's tongue peeked between his lips as he eased swivel knife through the soft leather of the belt on was working on, completing the cut before replying. "Mr. Latham will be in the staff room if you need him."

The door creaked again as it closed, "I know. I came to see you. You're Liam Dean right?"

Raising his head for a second time, Liam flicked the ends of his overly shaggy hair from his eyes, to look at his visitor who was dressed almost the same way he was, albeit without the white apron that protected his school uniform from the flakes of leather he would otherwise be covered in. The newcomer clearly didn't have that problem, as he looked about as cool as a fourteen year old boy could and not without good reason. He was Charlie Anderson after all. Probably the most popular boy in Year 9 at Hopton Heath High, which begged the question as to why he was hanging around the craft rooms during the lunch break instead of holding court in the canteen, or joining the smokers behind the gym, or doing whatever it was that popular boys did at lunch time. One thing was certain they didn't spend their time in class rooms making belts for a little extra pocket money. Only Liam did that. And a little more besides.

"You make stuff, from leather right?" Charlie came further into the room, and stood the other side of the work bench, his ruck sack hanging from his shoulder, looking more nervous than he would ever admit to being, "But you can fix stuff too."

Liam hedged his bets, with a solidly non-committal, "Maybe!"

"So you can adjust leather stuff then?. To make it fit, I mean?"

Suddenly Liam realised what was going on. No doubt Charlie had bought some fashion belt from one of the high end Clothes shop only to find out that it didn't fit him because he wasn't big enough to wear men's clothes yet, but rather than admit that, he now wanted Liam to punch an extra hole or two in the belt so he could wear it. Wouldn't be the first time that had happened, and Liam would be only too happy to do it. For a price, obviously. After all leather he used in his other projects wasn't cheep.

"So can you? Make leather stuff fit me?"

"Probably!" shrugged Liam.

Dropping his shoulder, Charlie allowed his ruck sack to slide down his arm, and into his hand, with a surprising amount of grace. His other hand then extracted a plastic shopping bag from inside, which rattled as he pulled it out, "I need this made bigger so I can wear it. Can you do that?"

Looking at the surprisingly full bag, Liam said he'd have to have a look first.

"Oh right, yeah. Where can I…?" Charlie looked around the room looking for an empty table, as he continued to explain, "There's quite a bit of it and it gets tangled easily."

The last comment caused Liam to raise a blond eyebrow under his fringe although thinking that perhaps this wasn't going to be one of his normal jobs.

And he was right.

"Interesting!" he admitted, when it was laid out in front of him, which Charlie seemed to think meant he didn't know what it was.

"It's a toddler harness like they used to use in the olden days to keep little kids under control and stop them running off and stuff."

"Indeed," nodded Liam who'd already known that, just hadn't expected to see one, and couldn't keep from giving it a quick examination, "Good quality leather, with steel buckles and adjustment sliders built in. Nice work on the lettering too. Mr. Latham would love to see this."

At the mention of the teacher's name, Charlie paled, "You can't show him!" he blurted, making Liam instantly suspicious.

"Why not? Where'd you get this anyway?"

Instantly Charlie switched from being worried to full defensive mode, "I didn't steel it if that's what you were asking?"

Liam told him that he wasn't - even though he sort of had been - but that it was good to know all the same, which put the other boy at ease again, allowing him to repeat the question without the same reaction.

"It was my granddad's or maybe his dad's. I'm not sure. Anyway, it was in granddad's house when me and my dad cleared it out after he died a while back."

Saying the usual stuff he was meant to say when hearing about the death of someone he didn't actually know, Liam then asked if the original owner had also been called Charlie.

The popular boy's eyes went wide and the freckles that were mostly responsible for that popularity did a little dance over his little turned up nose, as his surprise was literally written all over his face, "What? How do you know that?"

Saying nothing, Liam lifted up the central part of the harness, making Charlie blush as he realised his over reaction.

"Oh yeah. Right. It's written there ain't it?"

"Actually," Liam decided to show off, "the individual letters have been stamped in with letter stamps and then someone has carefully hand painted the letters in what was once a baby blue coloured gilt in order to give them a greater contrast to the surrounding leather."

Charlie gave Liam the same look teacher all over the world get when trying to impart too much knowledge at once to someone who isn't that interested in the particular details of the subject, just the outcome. "So! Can you do it then?"

"Do what? You haven't told me what you want done yet."

"Oh right yeah." Charlie started to do a little bit of a shuffle on the wooden flooring of the workshop, causing quite an annoying squeaking noise with his over priced trainers. "Can you? You know? Make it bigger?"

"Bigger?" Liam was surprised, "How much bigger?"

"Big enough to fit."

"To fit who? You can make it bigger yourself you know, with these adjusters on the sides?"

"I know." the shuffling increased slightly, "I've tried that. It doesn't make it big enough to fit."

Liam looked down and sure enough the sliders had already been extended to their furthest point as if the harness had been tried on by someone quite a bit bigger than it had originally been designed for. That revaluation coupled with the way the normally super cool Charlie Anderson was acting, gave cause for Liam to make an otherwise outlandish suggestion. "It's for you, isn't it?"

When the other boy said nothing, Liam pushed it a little bit further, re-phrasing the question into something Charlie would be more likely to answer..

"So you want me to adjust his Victorian toddler harness made for a four or five year old to fit you, a fourteen probably nearly fifteen year old teenager, right?"

The "Right!" that followed, was said, before Charlie realised he was saying it, and more importantly to what he was agreeing with. Still now he'd said it, there was no reason to bluff it out so he just admitted it, "Yes. Yes I do."

If Charlie had been expecting to be laughed at then he was disappointed as Liam certainly wasn't one to judge other boy's interests, especially when he had an idea that he shared them.

"Well, in that case, you had better tell me exactly what you want me to do then."

"I did," relaxed Charlie, "To make it bigger so I can wear it."

"But how?" Liam needed details, "Do you want me to just extend the shoulders a bit and let out the chest, so it will fit you as it is, because if that's all you want then it won't take long, although it probably won't look quite right. But it will fit. Or, do you want me to take it completely to pieces and then scale everything up so that it fits you just like it would a toddler?"

Something flickered in the back of Charlie's almost crystal blue eyes, "You can do that?"

"I can do both that's." Liam's sarcasm informed him.

"Then that second one. Do that. Make it fit me properly. Like I was a toddler. Can you?"

"Don't see why not. It's a fairly standard type of leather, just like belts really, only studded together or stitched, both of which can be undone and re-done without too much trouble. What have you got in mind?"

"Well," Charlie smiled, showing teeth that a Hollywood actor would be proud off, "If you do something to make the chest bit with the name come down further so it's on my chest. Oh and add some other straps further down, like around my waist, and then maybe do something so I can't take it off over my head, or even so I can't use my hands to undo it. That would be good."

Clearly Charlie had been thinking about this. Something that wasn't lost on Liam, who had an idea, "You know," he said, "It would be easier if perhaps you put it on, so I get an idea of what needs to be done."

There was no real need for this, of course, as Liam was used to working from measurements, although sometimes he did get some of the cuter boys to put on their overly large belts, but that had nothing to do with where he was going to put the extra holes they were after. More to give Liam a chance to have a close up look at the parts of them, he normally wouldn't dare to even glance at. However, none of them were as eager to actual do it as Charlie Anderson was.

In a matter of seconds, Charlie was out of his blazer which was left on the floor as his hands were thrust through the correct gaps in the harness and he was reaching around behind him to buckle himself inside it. Something that he made look a lot easier than it should have been.

"You've done that before." thinking he was saying that to himself Liam was a bit surprised when Charlie's face blushed, as did Liam's before he managed to get things back onto a more professional keel.

"So you want this," he pointed at the panel with the grandfather's name on it that was all but tucked under the other boy's chin, "To be down here!"

The slightly calloused finger, travelled downward to gentle touch the centre of Charlie's chest through a crisp white shirt that was just thin enough to show the peeks of two tiny nipples.

"Yeah!" nodded Charlie, not pulling away.

"In that case I will have to extend the shoulder straps which at least will mean these others won't be biting into your arm pits quite as much as they are now."

No words were said, as Charlie fought to hold back the giggles as Liam's fingers rubbed the leather pulling up under his arm, and then dropped down to his side.

"You will also want me to add a third torso strap around your waist, to add to the one around your chest, and the other one which should end up near the bottom of your rip cage, right?"

He opened his mouth but no words came out, just a little sigh, which caused the mouth to snap shut again as he nodded.

"Okay, that is all do-able, I think. How do you want the straps to fasten. I could put some Velcro on to make it easier for you to…"

"I want buckles," Charlie found his voice, "I want buckles. At the back. Behind my back, You know, like it has now."

Thinking for a moment, Liam came up with a problem with that idea, "If I do that, with all the extra stuff you want, and fastening at the back you may not be able to reach them yourself, like you can down, and may not be able to take the harness off yourself, or put it on for that matter."

"I know." admitted Charlie, unable to meet his eye, "That's what I want though. Can you do it?"

"Sure," Liam had another idea, "You know, I could add a flap over all the buckles with locks on it, then there would be no chance of you getting out if yourself. What do you think of that?"

The reaction was as instant as it was unguarded.

"Could you? That would be awesome."

Knowing he was onto something now, Liam offered another suggestion, "If you really want to make sure you can't get out I could put in some arm restraints too. If that's what you want, of course."

Charlie's eyes flashed wide enough to be almost blinding, so Liam continued.

"Now, you said something about being prevented from taking the harness off over your head. How do you want me to do that?"

"A strap!" Charlie blurted loud enough to make them both jump.

"A strap! Where? Or from Where to where?"

"From here," he tapped the bottom of the chest plate, near the bottom of the R of his shared name. "To the back! Through… between… legs. Do you know what I mean?"

Liam knew what he meant. "A crotch strap!"

"Yeah. Yes. That."

It was strange and yet somewhat amusing for Liam to hear the vastly more popular boy stammering and not without good reason as he got to notice when he looked down at the area under discussion, quickly coming to the conclusion that Charlie could probably do with some old style briefs as the boxers he would have been wearing were doing a very poor job of controlling their contents.

"Perhaps," ventured Liam, "Two crotch straps might be an idea. Or at least one that splits around… erm… things. That would be rather more comfortable for you, if you were going to wearing the harness for some time."

"Er. Yeah. Right! Do that."

Desperately Charlie wanted to put his hands down in front of the bugle in his school trousers, but he was way too cool to do anything like that, even if he was rather red in the face for the same reason. And that was about to get worse, as Liam summed up what he'd been asked too do, all too accurately.

"So basically. You want to be as totally helpless in the harness as an old fashioned toddler would be."

"Yeah!"

"Right, well that I can do, but it's going to take a few days as I can only work on stuff like this during lunch times. Is that okay?"

"Sure. Yeah! Whatever." Charlie got himself out of the harness and handed it over. "Take as long as you need. Wait, don't you need to measure me, or something?"

Truth be told, Liam didn't really need too as he would be able to get most of the dimensions he wanted from the harness itself, with the adjustment sliders taking care of any alterations that needed to be made, but since the offer was made, it seemed rude not to. After all, wasn't the customer always right? Well unless it was some stroppy teenager girl who wanted to know why he couldn't make some tiny pointy leather shoes fit her great fat feet, or that Liam saying "Cobblers!" wasn't him being rude, just telling her where she needed to go.

It took Liam a few minutes to locate a tape measure but once he did he did his best impression of a high class tailor, telling Charlie to put his arms up and then out, to breath in and then out, and generally behave like an asthmatic scarecrow while he wrote done the dimensions of his chest, stomach and waist.

However the most interesting aspect of the entire operation was when Charlie put his arms out to the sides, the cuffs of his school shirt rode up to show tell tale red marks running around his wrists that Liam correctly guessed would be repeated around Charlie's ankles, and perhaps other parts of his body as well.

"That's all I need to know," Liam voice dripped with double meaning, but Charlie was oblivious having had the urge to leave before any more measuring for the proposed crotch strap could take place.

"Okay, right I've got to go. When do you think you'll be done?"

"Not sure. Should have it done by the weekend." Then, in every way but reality, a light bulb burst into life above Liam's head. "Tell you what, you could drop by my house on Saturday if you want, or else you can wait until Monday and I can give it to you at school."

Not wanting to risk being seen either with the harness at school, or worse in the craft block during his lunch time, Charlie took the former option, and was given Liam's address, before he left.

"Interesting!" Liam said to himself as he watched the popular boy's head disappear down the corridor before he turned his attention to the harness and just what he was going to both to it, and with it once he got the pretty boy to his house.

***

"LIAM! VISITOR!"

There was nothing for a moment then, Liam's head appeared around the side of the door under the stairs, "What have I said about shouting when I'm working, Mum. I nearly lost another finger."

"Another one!" his mother laughed, turning to the person standing on the doorstep, "I've lost track of how many fingers my son has lost but I don't think he's ever going to play the piano again."

Despite not getting what could hardly be called a joke in the first place, Charlie Anderson did what he did best, and smiled his best smile, which seemed to do the trick. Just as it always did.

"I don't want to play the piano, thanks mum." Liam laughed as he came down the hall wearing jeans and a rather impressive black leather waist coat that hugged his lean body and which his mum always liked to comment on.

"And yet you dress like a little rock star." She turned back to the visitor, "He made that waist-coat himself you know. Not bad for a boy with no fingers."

Charlie smiled at the women, whilst thinking the waistcoat did look great. Who would have thought Liam would have had such muscular arms, just from messing about with leather, rather than from sport? And quite a broad chest as well. Clearly he wasn't quite the wimp the school network had depicted him as. Something he then proved as he talked back to his mother in a way Charlie would never have dared with his own.

"Yeah, thanks Mum. Don't you have to some mum-stuff to do in the kitchen? Maybe you could make us a snack for later. Go on. Off you go."

She snorted but continued to smile as he walked away, "Mum-stuff he calls it. Cooking, cleaning, washing. Keeping the house running. That's mum-stuff that lets all the other stuff in the house happen and another thing…"

There was more, but the well practised words slowly faded out as Mrs. Dean got further and further away leaving the two boys together in silence that Charlie just had to break with the question he'd been dying to ask.

"Did you finish it?"

Saying nothing for an entire minute in his best impression of a TV game show host, Liam eventually put the other boy out of his misery. "Yes, I did."

It had taken Liam much longer than he'd first figured it would have given just how sturdy the original harness had been. Some of the stitching in particular had been rather tricky to unpick with Liam having to resort to slicing through some of it with a scalpel, which he really hated doing.

From there things had got somewhat easier. The leather, although strong, was also very supple and easy to work with, even given the more limited tools the school provided at least when Mr. Latham wasn't there. There was no such trouble at home, where Liam got to choose what he was going to work with for his belt business, and which were also perfect, as it turned out, for making body harnesses as well.

Having spread all the parts of the harness out on his home bench, Liam set about matching in several of his part completed belts, in order to complete the design he'd been given. Then he set about putting it all back together, mostly using studs and rivets although there were a few of the joints for which he went to the extra trouble of taking back into school so he could use the industrial sewing machine for the best finish.

For the rest rivets were more than enough to hold the various straps to each other at the points where they crossed over, as well as holding the new sturdy buckles Liam replaced the originals with. A simple fold of the leather over the end being more than strong enough to make sure they wouldn't come loose, with his faithfully punch putting the required holes in the other end to give the buckle something to hang on to.

Turning the back panel, after a good root around in the school's supply cupboard Liam found a nice square chamois leather that, was the perfect size. Folding down the edges he inserted a series of press studs at half inch interval around the circumference, naturally leaving gaps where the straps would need to come through, plus four further spaces, where the press studs were replaced with metal rings. This then all being mirrored onto the back panel itself, to form the chamois into a cover for all the fastenings.

Now it was finished, and sitting on the bench in Liam's garage workshop, where he and Charlie were soon heading and his mother never dared go. The popular boy barely able to contain his excitement, yet still able to notice just how tight Liam's jeans were around his legs and especially his bottom, with the exception of the lump caused by the leather gloves that were in his back pocket.

Then, just as they entered the garage through the connecting door, Charlie saw what he'd come for sitting on the workbench.

He wasn't disappointed.

"Wow! Oh Wow!" he nearly skipped across to the bench, his fingers stretching out of the sleeves of his hoody, to stroke the leather, if not actually caress it.

Closing the door that lead into the house, with the snap of a lock, Liam made Charlie an offer he was sure the other boy wouldn't be able to refuse. And he was right. "Would you like to try it on."

"Can I?" he asked.

"Of course," reassured Liam, picking the harness up from the bench and acting like a dresser in a posh clothes shop by holding the back open so Charlie could step into it. "But it might be easier if you took your hoody off first, you know, in case the hood gets in the way."

Not being the slightest bit shy, Charlie tugged his hoody over his head, pulled up from the bottom, and yet managed to end up not being inside out, and with Charlie's hair retaining it's impressive style. The hoody though was soon dropped as Charlie tried to work out where to put his arms, as the harness looked so different now to when he'd last seen it, not just with the added straps he'd expected going around the body, but also with others running up it, making all the spaces between them that much smaller.

"Yes, that's much better," mumbled Liam, looking at the now topless boy slightly surprised that Charlie hadn't been wearing a t-shirt beneath the hoody, even if that would save him quite a lot of time and trouble later on. His words almost lost in the jangling of buckles as he pulled the harness up and dropped it over Charlie's head, so it fell down onto his now bare shoulders,

"How's it feel?"

"Good!" sighed Charlie, his hand lightly stroking the chest panel that was now actually across his chest and which bore his name. "Can you do it up for me, please?"

Naturally Liam not only could, but he did, Charlie turned around, to make it easier for him to do.

First he pulled the now longer back panel into place, directly between the bare shoulder blades, threading in the two highest straps that came around under Charlie's arms, if not as high as they once had. Those he didn't fasten completely yet as first he wanted to get the other four straps located first. Two buckling into the centre of the back panel and another two at the bottom. Then, one by one, he started to pull them together.

"Let me know if any are too tight!" he offered, pretty sure Charlie wouldn't have said anything, no matter what he did which was just as well, given what was coming next.

A single strap hung down from the bottom of the chest plate, forming the centre piece of the waist strap that had already been fastened. Diagonal strengthening straps, would prevent it from moving from side to side, although once fastened there wouldn't really be anywhere for it to go as Charlie's legs would see to that.

"I put a split in this one, like we said so it shouldn't be too uncomfortable." Holding it up, Liam showed the point where the single strap split into two sections which circled around before joining back into the original. "Can you open your legs for me?"

"Okay!" gulped Charlie but he did it all the same.

Allowing the strap to drop back down again against Charlie's navy blue trackie bottoms, Liam carefully position the split so it went around the tell tail bulge in the centre before darting back around behind the boy in order to thread the strap into it's buckle in the centre of the back panel. Then he tightened it. Not too much.

"It's okay," gasped Charlie blushing a little as he did so, "Go ahead and pull it tight. I want it all as tight as possible."

Not one to ignore a customers request - unless he wanted to - Liam pulled the crotch strap as tight as he could, making Charlie gasp a little more, as the strap pressed itself between the cheeks of his surprisingly rounded bottom, separating them slightly.

Returning to the front, noting the way the other boy's bulge was now even more prominent due to the split straps pulling his trackie's tight, Liam enquired if the strap was too tight, but Charlie didn't seem to think so. He did, however have one question.

"What are these for?"

The loops were on the sides of the harness, attached to the strap that went around his body, to the bottom of the chest panel, roughly level with the bottom of his rip cage. They were, as Liam explained for Charlie's hands.

"Cross you arms over your chest. No lower down, so you don't cover your name up. Yeah, that's right. Now put your hands into the loops."

A puzzled look on his face, Charlie did so and was instantly disappointed.

"They're too loose. I can pull my hands out again."

That though, only proved to be true the first time he tried it. When Liam suggested he did it again, the other boy waited until the wrists were inserted and then pulled on the final two loose straps connected to the back panel. At that point both the loops not only tightened around Charlie's wrists, but they both moved back slightly, trapping his entire arms to a point where it looked like he was hugging himself.

"Try to get your hands out now," teased Liam, as he buckled the strap down, knowing that there would be no escape, although it took Charlie several minutes of struggling to realise the same thing.

"I'm trapped!" he admitted, in a slightly breathless voice.

"Helpless, is I think the way you put it back in Mr. Latham's classroom. As helpless as a toddler, were I think, the actual words, weren't they?"

Charlie, admitted that they where.

"So, do you want to take the harness off, or shall I put the back panel on and lock it with these?"

The piercing blue eyes of the popular boy widened as he looked at the small padlocks Liam was holding. "Can you lock it?"

"Yes I can. But, only if you want me to?"

As with most of his previous questions Liam already knew what the answer was going to be and sure enough Charlie not only said he wanted to be locked into the harness, but said "Please!" into the bargain.

Moving back behind the helpless boy, Liam made sure all the straps were not only buckled down tight, but that everything was nicely tucked in, before he picked up the cams leather panel and carefully lined up the top poppers. These snapped into place with a solid sounding click, each one of which made Charlie shudder slightly, although not as much as when the locks were snapped closed having been passed through the eye-lets on cams he cams and the back panel itself.

Finished, Liam stepped away from Charlie and slowly walked around to face him, "So, now what do you think?"

Saying nothing, Charlie looked down at himself firmly fastened into the childish harness, and did what any boy would do in that situation. He attempted to find a way out of it. A slack spot, or some way in which he could locate and loosen one, some, or all of the buckles that held him within its leather grip. Or failing that, perhaps an adjustment slider that would give him just that little bit more slack to do any of the other things. None of that though was going to happen. Not with his hands held immobile by his sides. Mind you, even if his hands and arms had been totally free, then he wouldn't have been able to free himself. Liam had made sure of that with the chamois panel covering all the buckles. Anything and everything that could release Charlie, was under that thin they remarkably strong covering which, in itself was in such a position on Charlie's body as to make it impossible for him to reach. No, he was trapped and he knew it.

"It's great." he finally admitted, when Liam repeated the question.

"Yeah, I thought you'd like it which is why I made you a couple of extra things, for which there's no charge."

Liam's head snapped up. Not to ask about the charge which hadn't been discussed before, but rather to ask: "What things?"

"Well, there's this to start with. Or rather these." reaching into a drawer left part open beneath the workbench he pulled out what looked like a very long belt, that perfectly matched the harness, except there was no buckle at one end, just a strong spring clip at both.

"Reins?" Charlie was hopeful.

"Indeed. They clip into the back panel, Can I?"

The popular boy spun on the spot, without saying a word. A visible chill going through his body at the two clicks that followed as the reins were clipped into place.

"What's…" Charlie asked, "What's the other thing?"

"Oh yes. I think you'll like this too." Stepping away, Liam was still holding the centre of the reins. "Hang on let me get this out of the way so you don't trip over it."

The leather didn't actually look long enough to trail on the ground but Charlie's mind wasn't functioning correctly given all the blood in his body had headed elsewhere, as one of his fantasies was coming true so he said nothing, just watched the other boy he barely knew, hook the reins attached to his back, over a hook on the wall. A hook that was higher than his hands would ever be able to reach.

"I'm not so sure you're going to like this but just say if you don't. I won't be offended."

Reaching into the drawer for a second time, Liam purposely put his body between it and the other boy, waiting until Charlie moved sideways in an attempt to see around him. Only he never got that far, as the reins grew taut before that happened.

"Oh!" the teenager gasped as he was stopped dead in his tracks. Pulled up short by the reins. Liam, however continued as if nothing had happened and Charlie soon forgot that it had. Once he saw what the other boy was holding.

"It's made from the bulb of an old ear dropper." the craftsman explained. "Naturally I removed the glass pipe, then filled the bulb with some sponge so it would be a little firmer before fixing the end to this leather face plate, which in turn I riveted to a strap so it could be fastened on. What do you think?"

"It. It." Gasped Charlie, "It looks like a baby's dummy."

Turning it over in his hands, Liam feigned surprised, "Yes I guess it does a bit. Still it matches your harness and reins, doesn't it. So," he looked up to asked the question, "Do you want to try it?"

"Put it in my mouth?"

"Yes, that would be the idea. Don't worry I washed it in surgical spirit so it's perfectly clean although it might taste a bit weird."

That hadn't been what Charlie had been worried about, not that he'd been worried about anything. Just surprised. Well, perhaps more shocked. That and excited at the though of finally having a baby's dummy that would be big enough to fit his mouth. Still he tried to act cool. Badly.

"Okay. Go on then. If you want?"

"If YOU want!" urged Liam knowing he had to get agreement for his plan to work.

"Sure." Charlie shrugged, causing parts of the harness to jingle.

IT wasn't perfect but good enough for Liam, "Okay, remember you asked for this. Open wide."

Charlie needed to open his mouth so wide in order for the sponge filled bulb to pass between his blindingly and finally brace free white teeth that he felt like he was back in the chair of the dentist who'd spent so long working on them.

Once the bulb was inside, Liam placed his hand on top of the face plate, making sure it stayed pressed tightly against Charlie's lips, as his other hand expertly fastened the buckle at the back of the boy's neck. Pulling it at tight as he could.

"How's that?" he asked, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to get an actually answer, as Charlie soon discovered. Talking with a rubber bulb filling his mouth, was impossible. All he could do was mumble a bit, although he could still nod his head, which he did instead.

"Excellent!" Liam rubbed his hands together, surprised his plan had actually worked. "So how does it feel to be as helpless as a little baby?"

Of course, Charlie didn't answer. Couldn't answer. Not that it mattered. He didn't have to. Not in words. His body was making his feelings on the matter extremely clear, helped by the fact he'd chosen such loose fitting trousers over his standard boxer shorts both of which had been pulled in tight by the crotch straps he'd insisted on. His erection having no where else to go but straight out in front of him.

"My guess," Liam stepped closer. So close that the legs of his tight skinny jeans brushed against the protuberance, "is you like it, rather a lot."

At the invasion of his personal space, Charlie tried to step back, only there was a wall in the way. A wall he was attached to.

"You know, that's a good thing because I think you look rather good as a helpless little baby."

Speaking slowly, Liam took his time getting his message across, twisting his hips from side to side, intentionally brushing against the other boy's erection as trapped in his clothes as Charlie was trapped in the harness.

"Quite a naughty little baby aren't you Charlie." Reaching behind him, Liam plucked the wafer thin kid leather gloves from his back pocket and slowly slipped them onto his hands, fastening the studs around his wrists so they wouldn't come off.

"Perhaps you need to be punished?"

There was a start in Charlie's body at the final word, but nothing like the extra pulse that went through the organ that, by now, Liam was holding in his gloved hands.

"Yes indeed. I think someone needs to be punished like a naughty little baby, don't they Baby Charlie?"

The trapped teenager's eyes grew wide at what was being suggested, only it wasn't quite as he thought.

"Oh don't worry I'm not going to spank you with my hands." Liam laughed, "I work in leather after all."

Charlie was confused by that for only a second as a moment later he was looking at something Liam cheerfully informed him was called a Leather Paddle.

"It's quite simple really." the craftsman informed him. "Just a thick section of leather, six inches wide and some ten inches long slotted into a split handle which is then screwed closed which makes it rather more effective than a hand as it can spank all of your bottom at once. Want to see what it's like?"

His head said no, shaking from side to side as quickly as it could. However another part of his body did seem rather keener, and it was that part Liam was taking his instructions from.

"You'll need to turn around, but don't worry I'll help."

True to his word Liam did indeed, assist Charlie to face in the other direction, all without unhooking his harness from the wall. He simply lifted the reins over the Charlie's head as he was spun on the spot. Then shortening them slightly, to remove the slack so the teenager had no option but to face the wall of the garage.

"You have a great bum you know?" Liam stroked his hand across the magnificent twin mounds of the school's star athlete that were usually lost inside some sort of baggy clothing or other, but which were now so nicely outlined thanks to the crotch strap coming up between then, separating them out.

"Yes indeed, a great bum for spanking."

That familiar shudder went though Charlie's body at the mention of physical punishment, but it was already underway. Even as he continued to rub his left hand over the buttocks, Liam's left hand was raising the leather paddle high and taking aim.

WHACK!

The sound was magnificently loud as it echoed around the garage workshop yet the actual speed of the paddle was disappointing to at least one of the boys involved in it's first test run.

"Damn. Should have put the holes in it." Muttered Liam although Charlie was rather glad he hadn't, once he found out what difference that would have made.

WHACK!

"Definably too much air resistance."

WHACK!

"Yes, next time I'll put the holes in."

WHACK!

"And give you a proper paddling."

WHACK!

"Still," Liam put the paddle aside, "Not that bad. What do you think Baby Charlie?"

Not expecting an answer for obvious reason, Liam made his own check with his left hand, thrusting it between Charlie's body and the wall, not at all surprised to find that his latest leather toy was keeping the other boy very aroused indeed. Perhaps even as aroused as Liam himself.

"Yes, yes. I think you like being spanked on your trackies, don't you Baby Charlie, but do you know what," he paused for an answer that wasn't going to come, "Baby's don't normally wear trackies do they."

His head turned over his shoulder, the tears that were forming in his eyes glinted in the florescent light, as he felt the crotch strap suddenly loosen. The leather strap falling down between his legs, only to be followed by both his trousers and his boxers.

"Oh your bum's quite red already, but I think I can do better. Just let me get you all done up again."

Going up onto the tips of his toes, didn't prevent the crotch strap from once more being pulled tightly up between his buttocks. His bare buttocks, meaning both sides of his body were about to be in direct contact with leather at the same time.

"Right then. Where we're we? Oh yes!"

SPLAT!

"OH that's a good sound. Don't you think Baby Charlie? Let's try it again.

SPLAT!

"Oh yes I like that. How about you?"

Another test was made as before, only this time Liam's gloved hand wasn't groping the other boy through his trousers and underwear but directly onto his bare genitals. His very hard, and somewhat damp genitals.

SPLAT!

"Interesting." laughed Liam admiring the slime that now coated the fingers of his gloves, "Guess I'm going to have to do something about that now."

He did.

Once more Charlie Anderson had little option but to turn around as the reins were loosened and then he was spun on the spot until he had his back to the wall for a second time. This time two things were different both of which had to do with his being naked from the waist down.

The first of these was that his bared and recently paddled bottom now came into contact with the rough wall, unless he kept it away, which he would try to do.

The second being that there was no pretense at all that he was turned on by all of this. With his tracksuit trousers around his waist, and with the aid of his boxer shorts, he possibly could have bluffed his excitement away, but without those, there was nothing to stop his erection from standing firm, proud and nothing to stop Liam from staring at it, which he was very obviously doing.

"Erm, a little smaller than most people think," the other boy said a little cruelly as Charlie's genitals were just about average size for his age. Still average wasn't a word most people thought of when they thought of Charlie Anderson, which could explain Liam's disappointment. He'd just expected something that little bit more impressive than what was tucked up inside the tightness of his own jeans.

"Still," he sighed giving himself a rub, "Sometimes we have to work with what we're given don't we?"

Charlie, who despite all his popularity had only worked with what he'd been given, didn't have any choice in the matter. Not that he'd have chosen anything else, once those soft kid gloves had started to caress his testicles.

"We'll have to do something about the hair, I think." Liam made a note to himself, but otherwise he was rather pleased with the scrotum he now had in his hands which hadn't descended too far from Charlie's body, but which, from the size of the contents was more than capable of providing a respectable ejaculation, and therefore denying that, would be much more rewarding in the long run.

First though there were tests to run, and that meant Liam had to get his apron on and then down on his knees.

A small cushion, made naturally of leather by Liam himself, came from under the work bench and was placed on the floor directly in front of where Charlie was held captive.

Wild thoughts ran through the gagged head as to what this was for, right up until the moment Liam knelt on it. An action that bought shaggy head exactly level with Charlie's erection, and from that point on there was no doubt at all at what was intended.

"You're going to like this Baby Charlie!" Liam smiled up at him, whilst checking the wide front pocket of his apron for the items he would be needing directly after he'd serviced the popular boy.

Sweat broke out all over Charlie Anderson's body as the softly gloved hands seemed to be on every part of his genitals at once.

Long probing fingers were still playing around with his testicles. Moving them around in his sac so they connected in ways that would pulse pure electricity directly into his brain.

At the same time, a second hand had wrapped itself right around the root of his already rampant erection. The tight grip forcing him to keep the rest of his body still as his heart beat synced up with the pulse in his cock.

Then an impossible third hand, closed over his penile crown. The velvet like texture encasing his most sensitive parts seemingly having become wet as it engulfed the top part of his erection.

A groan was stopped dead in it's tracks by the improvised dummy gag shoved deep into Charlie's mouth, as he finally managed to co-ordinate his body enough to look downwards at what was happening to him.

At first he didn't understand. All he could see was the mess of hair that was the top of Liam's head. Then something long, muscular and wet swiped across and around the underside of his crown and Charlie knew it was a tongue and that he was getting his first ever blow job.

One thing was obvious from the get go. This wasn't the first time Liam Dean had sucked another boy's cock. He was just too good at it for that to be the case. Not that Charlie was taking notes or anything, but he was all too aware that the suction provided on his cock was pretty much perfect, as clasp of the lips around his shaft. The way Liam's head was slowly moving backwards and forwards, couldn't have possibly have been better. Not when he was taking in more and more of the rampant organ each time he moved forward until such time as his nose was actually pressing into Charlie's pubis.

There Liam paused getting his breath through his nose in order before he started to send Charlie completely over the edge into his complete control.

Pulling back his head, until the backs of his lips were just brushing across the underside of Charlie's crown, Liam set his tongue to work, licking in and around the tiny slit in the end, whilst ramping up the suction on the organ itself.

Within seconds shudders went through Charlie's body starting deep within his balls, which were detected by the hand that continued to caress them, before firing out of the testicles themselves to make the short journey to and then through the teenager's vastly over stimulated sexual organ.

His other hand, gripped around the root of the cock, felt what was coming, tightened for a second, to prolong the sensations he knew had to be turning Charlie's brain to jelly before, finally, he released his grip and got ready to swallow.

Charlie ejaculated like only a fourteen year old can. Spasms sending his still quite thin sperm firing from the end of his cock with enough force to actually rock Liam slightly backwards as they collided with the back of his throat. Yet the kneeling boy still managed to swallow it all down, all without breaking his oral seal until he judged Charlie was ready to go for a second time.

Knowing he would have to work that little bit harder - hence the keeling pad - Liam wasted no time in getting started. His hands going back to their duel roles of getting Charlie pasted his first orgasm and set up for what was going to be the middle of three, or perhaps even four. Liam would play that one by ear, and would adjust as needs must. His needs. Not Charlie's.

Barely able to stand up following something he normally did laying down, and on his own, Charlie made good use of the reins and harness that supported him, as his body his highly sensitive teenage sexual drive was used against him.

Hormones raged around his body, not knowing which way to turn, as they were forced into delivering another orgasm within just minutes from the first one, and with only a little less power.

It was Liam that could do with a rest now, but he knew better than to take one, not until the job was done, even if that meant he would have to step things up to another level. Or at least up Charlie's bottom.

A finger slipping away from the overworked scrotum, moving back between the teenager's spread legs following a seldom seem line on a boy's body. A line that looked like a seam, joining the front to the back and which led directly from the more obvious, and much discussed, sexual parts to one that boys tended not to talk about at all.

Pulsing from everything the boy had already gone though, the hole that was the finger's target, proved to be easily penetrated at least for an inch or so. Then Charlie realised what was going on and his body reacted accordingly by closing it up.

The defence didn't last long. Liam's other hand and mouth were back at work at the front, making it impossible for Charlie's body do anything consciously or self-consciously as arousal once more became the only thing he could think about.

Slowly, without being too obvious about it, the finger made progress. Pushing its way up and in until there was no more of it left outside the boy's body. Then it went to work.

Spasms shot through Charlie's body as he discovered just how erotic it was to have someone caress his prostate. An organ he didn't even know he had until the moment Liam's finger made contact.

The third, much sort after orgasm was pretty much instantaneous after that with the forth not that far behind it, if somewhat disappointing from the ejaculation side. Liam barely being given anything to swallow at all, which if nothing else let him know that he was finished servicing the other boy.

Leaning back, Liam allowed the totally spent organ to fall from his mouth, as his hands went down to his apron's pocket.

When they returned they had a small hinged ring of tightly woven leather cord which was wrapped around the sagging genitals in front of Liam's face.

One hand held the cord in place, twisting it into a loop at the top of Charlie's private parts, while the other hand retrieved the second part of Liam's final surprise.

A tube made from the toughest leather, looked quite a lot like a young teenager's cock, for it was just the size and shape of one but with a small metal reinforced ring at the top that could be attached to the ring already around Charlie's root.

Carefully, Liam slipped the other boy's now limp penis into the tube, pushing it all the way down Charlie's flaccid organ until it met up with the ring, so that just the crown could emerge from the other end.

He now had a bit of tricky, close up work to do, ensuring the tiny padlock he'd bought especially for this, was correctly inserted into the metal eye on the tube and the twisted leather loop of the ring. When it was, clicked it closed.

"Now," he said slowly standing, "Now you're all mine Baby boy."

Having just had four orgasms in a row, it was hardly surprising that Charlie's brain wasn't working at it's best, so Liam explained a bit further.

"I've put you in a leather chastity tube," he grabbed and jiggled his handiwork, "From now on you're not going to be getting off, unless I allow it and then only if you do what I say."

The teenager's eyes went wide.

"That," continued Liam, "Will include you getting rid of all your body hair which will make wearing the harness rather more comfortable for you given that you'll be wearing it all the time either under your clothes or instead of your clothes if you get my meaning?"

Charlie did. That was after all, what he'd been thinking about when he'd taken it into the school workshops in the first place. Perhaps not in quite this way. But not that far from either just as Liam had guessed.

"Now," the leather clad boy stepped back, "I'm going to clean up my workshop, and put my stuff away. Then, I'll think about releasing you, and letting you get dressed so you can go and meet my mum, who you'll be seeing quite a lot of now that you're my slave."

The eyes flashed at the last word that had been spoken which Liam had been looking for in order to offer the other boy one last way out.

"Yes, Baby, that's what you are now. My slave. Of course if you don't want to be, then just nod your head now and I'll let you go and we'll say no more about any of this. You can even keep the reins and gag, if you want."

Liam watched closely but Charlie didn't nod. If anything he kept his head extra still, staring straight ahead just in case any movement he did make got misunderstood as a nod.

After two full minutes, Liam turned without saying another word and started the clean up process fully aware he now had a slave that could do such a menial task for him. He just preferred to look after his tools and toys, himself. Something that Charlie was going to be learning all about over the next few days, weeks, months and perhaps even years.

The End