“Finish your coffee and bagel, man…I’ve got to get some leather on you and give you the tour…!”

“Leather…like the armbands and stuff?”

“Yeah…that’s what you wear when you’re here, remember?”

“I thought that was just for…um, play…”

“It’s your ‘personal assistant’ uniform, in case you forgot! Buckle up…I need to show you the barn complex, where most of the playing goes on!” Rod snapped a single snap leather strap around his package as he spoke…that, and his work boots, his “full dress” for the morning!

“Isn’t a barn just a barn?”

“Not this one…used to be when I bought the place, but not now…you’ll see!”

Randy put on the straps that Rod had given him the night before…and found himself getting turned on by just doing that. “Hey, Rod…how’s this?”

“You look good enough to eat…whoops, guess I’m way ahead of myself – and you’ve got the strap around your goodies way too tight for all day wear…back it off a little – it’ll be a whole lot more comfortable!” Randy loosened the strap as Rod had suggested. Rod checked the fit, rolling his balls and running a finger up his stiffening prick. “Oh, yeah…that feels much better, and it still shows your stuff very, very nicely!”

“So, who am I showing my stuff off to?”

“Me, Shithead…and anyone I want to show you off to…now, let’s go!”

“Shouldn’t I…um, we - grab our 501s…I mean, I’ve already got a rod on and we’re headin’ outside, right?”

“This is a totally private compound…no one gets in that doesn’t have the gate code, or that I don’t buzz in…and anyone that has the gate code knows the score – so you can bare ball it all you want, whenever you want, wherever you want!”

“What about Pierre?”

“Him too…only time he ever wears an apron is when he’s frying bacon! You’ll probably meet him this afternoon…he’ll be cookin’ stuff up for the next few days – enough until he’s back on Tuesday.”

“How come he’s not your ‘personal assistant’?”

“He just cooks for me…besides, he’s technically Mike’s PA… you’re my PA, unless you don’t want the job”

“Yeah, man…do I ever! It’s just that he already works for you…and I was just wondering…”

“Pierre is studying to be a gourmet chef…will be gone in a year or two…works for me part time for ‘practice’ – which gives him access to the ‘benefits’ of workin’ for me. I met him a couple years ago through Mike, one of my buddies who invested some money in this place. Pierre’s a great guy – 26, but not what I was looking for in a PA…you are!”

“Other guys use this place too?” Rod opened the door to the right of the barn door and flipped on the lights, revealing what appeared to be a large, open gym.

“Yeah…long story – you’d be bored…”

“Tell me…and I’ll tell you when I’m bored!”

“O.K. – short version…when I was in college in the 70s, there were six of us guys that were into wrestling…none of us good enough for the Varsity, and none of us had the time anyway because of our heavy course loads. One of the guys