He had tightly cropped hair that resembled a heavy five o'clock shadow which made him look all the more macho. He was handsome in a youngish, rugged manner, dressed in worn jeans, scuffed work boots and a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up around his impressive biceps and open part way down the front, exposing some very impressive pecs and abs. A moment later a man in his early thirties appeared at the door. I lifted the heavy knocker and dropped it twice. The door at the top of the stairs looked like it belonged on a castle, or had been removed from one. I made my way up the dark stairs, more feeling my way than seeing, till I reached the top where a tiny flickering light illuminated the entrance. "I could tell." Then with a nod toward the door, he said, "Go on up, I think you could handle it. He looked me up and down, his smile loosening up a little. "That would be only if you're very interested in leather and all its connotations," he said, sounding very mysterious. He controlled a tight smile and his eyes sparkled. "What's the Machine Shop?" I asked the man. A crudely lettered sign read "Machine Shop." I peered up the stairs but saw nothing but blackness at the top of the stairs. Towards the back of the shop was a doorway with a stairs leading up, different from the one I'd come down. I checked out a fine leather jockstrap with gleaming silver studs, with a pouch that unsnapped. There were a dozen things that I would've liked to buy but there was no place to keep it in the barracks. But I resisted and went on to browse his shop. I was immediately engrossed in thoughts of how I could get my hands on him. Yeah, he had the ass for those shorts, too.
There was no back to his shorts his tight, round, smooth butt was sticking out deliciously. "Thanks," I said, eyeing him as he turned to walk away. I turned to see a muscular man with his shaved head and a neatly trimmed moustache, wearing a leather harness and tight leather shorts. "If you see anything you would like to try on, let me know," someone said. There was leather of every description everywhere straps, chains, contraptions, clothing, slings, boots.there was hardly any wall space left. It looked like an old wine cellar, with low vaulted ceilings supported by massive arches and pillars. I followed the smell of leather down the stairs till I found myself in a dimly lit dungeon. It was downstairs in the basement of a large brick and sandstone building that was in need of restoration but then that would've destroyed the charm of the place. The place was located in an old business district that had deteriorated into warehouses and off-beat shops and seedy bars.