His eyes were what I noticed first. Piercing, azure blue. Set in a classically beautiful face, with a long patrician nose and strong jaw. I stopped, pretended to notice something in the window. Those eyes had caught me, but as they looked in my direction, I turned away, then looked again when I hoped I wasn’t obvious. He was laughing, chatting with two other guys, those turquoise orbs sparkling as he smiled, darting everywhere at once. He looked straight at me and I felt his deep blue eyes penetrate my soul. Quickly, blushing, I looked away again.
"Catch you up at Caesar’s tonight!" I heard one of his friends say as the group headed away from me.
Caesars. That was a new bar, away from the strip. My heart pounded. I’d better get moving if I was going to ‘bump’ into him again that night.
The afternoon dragged, but soon enough I was home, showered and ready to impress. I squeezed myself through and into a cockring … It always helped to advertise the goods, and I preferred the solid metal type to the snap on variety. Over that went one of my leather jocks. Next came my favourite leather jeans. They were skin tight and hugged my legs and buns so close it felt like another skin. As I pulled them on I ran my hands over my thighs and enjoyed the soft, sensuous feeling of the tanned leather under my fingers as I felt my own muscles rippling beneath. I don’t know what it is, but the smell, the feel and the look of leather always gets me so hot. Resisting the urge to jerk off right there and then, I continued dressing. A plain white T, tight enough to show off my pecs and for the ring in my left nipple to be fairly obvious through the material, followed by a loose black leather vest. I pulled on my favourite black leather boots - the ones with the metal rings on the sides. I added a leather arm strap around my right bicep just for the hell of it. Time to go!
It was around 8.30 when I got to Caesars’ and I wandered around for a bit getting to know the layout of the place, before I settled at a small table not too far from the main entrance where I could see who wandered in. Slowly the bar began to fill, but still no sign of the blue eyed hunk from this afternoon.
Then he was there. The place might as well have been empty. I had no thought for anyone else but this man. With the group I remembered from earlier, he still laughed, still flashed his piercing eyes almost glowing in the dimness of the bar.
Contriving to empty my glass as he moved away from the bar, I walked directly toward him. He looked up just as he approached me and we came face to face.
"Hi … " I nodded, and smiled at him, looking straight into his eyes. They were bluer and more piercing than ever this close.
"Hello," he smiled back, and as he did his face lit up. I stood for a moment, looking at him as he stood in front of me. Then I suddenly realised that the crowd was pushing in on both sides, and that he couldn’t get by.
"Sorry," I said, trying to move out his way.
"I’m not …" he grinned, and began to shuffle past, forced by the crowd to be so close that our legs brushed against each other, maybe for a moment longer than necessary I thought, or was I just imagining it?
"Want to join me for a drink?" he asked, as he got by me. A look of uncertainty crossed his face.
"Uh, … Yeah, I would, but aren’t you with friends?" I said, nodding in the direction of his group.
"So you were watching me!" he said, a laugh on his face. I turned bright red at having been caught out like this, but before I could stammer out any kind of excuse, he said "They’re friends, but they’re two couples and I’m the odd one out. They won’t even notice I’m not there for ages. Can’t we find somewhere a little less crowded to have a drink and introduce ourselves properly?"
This time I laughed with him, and followed him to a quiet corner of the room where we found a shelf against the wall to rest our drinks and stand apart from the people in the now crowded bar. As we reached the spot, he turned to me and held out his hand.
"I’m Mike!"
"Neale." I responded.
We began chatting easily, and before long I felt like I’d known him for ages. We had a lot of common interests, and as we talked, he would often put his hand on my back or shoulder, or his arm around me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. After a while, the music stopped and a guy on a microphone started to announce the entertainment, one of the local drag queens, at the other side of the bar. The show began and the music was so loud it was almost deafening, ending any chance of conversation for a while. We must have both looked a bit put out, because Mike yelled into my ear "I can see you’re enjoying this as much as I am." He grimaced. "Would you like a coffee back at my place?"
"I’d like that very much!" I smiled warmly and squeezed his shoulder with my hand. He looked into my face and smiled, his cobalt blue eyes taking possession of me. I turned and headed for the exit. Just as I was leaving I felt a hand on my butt, squeezing my cheek. I looked around in surprise, to see Mike grinning at me.
"I’ve wanted to do that for the last hour! You know the look of your arse in those leather pants is really hot!!" I blushed, and felt immensely complimented, and without thinking leaned forward and kissed him. Instead of pulling away, he held me to himself and kissed me back.
"Leave it alone until you get home!" complained a voice behind us, and we broke away, laughed, and walked out into the night air.
Back at his home, he ushered me into the loungeroom, told me to make myself at home, and headed to the kitchen to make us some coffee. While I waited, I casually picked up a couple of the magazines and started flipping through them. One of them was a "leather" mag, with articles on leather sex and photos of guys in harnesses, chaps etc. I’d seen it before, although not this issue, and was concentrating on one of the photo spreads when Mike came back into the lounge carrying the coffees, so I didn’t hear him at first.
"You like?" he asked, and I looked up, a bit caught off guard.
"Uh, … yeah … Do you?" I looked up at him, dropping the mag onto the table.
"Oh yeah, a whole lot!" he answered. "In fact, the first thing I noticed tonight was you in those leather pants. I’ve always loved leather, it really gets me going."
As we talked, his hand rested on my leg. He began caressing the leather which had the instant effect on me of provoking an erection. Looking into his eyes as he spoke, I felt myself drowning in those deep pools of blue, and without warning he leaned to me and kissed me again. My lips parted as I felt his tongue, and I let go of myself, responding passionately, exploring his mouth, as my hands gripped his shoulders, then slid down to his waist. With one hand I squeezed his arse cheek, and the other brushed against the growing bulge at his crotch. I squeezed him through the denim as my mouth felt the warm onslaught of his tongue. I revelled in his masculine taste, and felt the touch of his hand tracing the shape of my cock through the leather. His other hand was pulling at my T, then reaching under it to slide along my bare skin, making me tingle. His hand slid up to my chest, and when his fingers reached my nipple he gave the slightest tug on my nipple ring. That always had such an effect on me and I groaned softly.
"Neale …" he said, half whispering. "I want to show you something." Standing up, and pulling me up to him, he rubbed against me, sending more shivers up my spine, and getting me even harder. He took my hand and began leading me to the bedroom. He pushed open one door of his wardrobe. Inside was an assortment of leather gear. Several pairs of pants, a pair of chaps, a harness, and some caps. I looked appreciatively, thinking how good they would look on him.
"What else do you have?" I asked. He happily opened a drawer, and began displaying several leather thongs, armbands, etc. I noticed a couple of cockrings as well, and picked one up, holding out to him. "Are you going to stay in those clothes all night, or model this fantastic gear for me … starting with this?" I said, pushing the cockring forward.
He laughed back. "I’d like that more than I can tell you. Why don’t you have a seat back in the lounge, and I’ll get changed. I doubt if I’ll manage to get this on (he held up the cockring) if you’re standing here watching me!"
I did as he asked, sitting on the lounge and feeling my cock pushing against the restraint of my pants and swelling in the cockring I was wearing as I waited in anticipation for him to re-appear. And when he did - wow!!!! My cock jumped to instant attention. He stood before me in leather from head to toe. Wearing a leather cap with a shiny visor that had a small chain from one side to the other, I could just make out his piercing blue eyes beneath that visor. Two wide straps of black leather came over his shoulders to connect to a steel ring in the middle of his chest, and two more straps attached from around the sides of his chest, framing and accentuating his pecs perfectly. A single strap dropped from that same ring to another ring above his navel where two more straps circled his waist. He had matching armbands around each bicep and gauntlets on each wrist that ran up his arms about four inches. From the metal ring above his navel yet another wide leather strap ran down, disappearing beneath a black leather thong he was wearing which was struggling to contain his large and growing erection. The thong, and his bulging crotch, peeked out from under the envelope of a pair of shiny soft leather chaps, and when he turned the edges of the chaps perfectly framed the hottest arse I had ever laid eyes on. The chaps gripped his legs, emphasizing them and showing them off beautifully, ending over a pair of boots almost identical to the ones I was wearing, high ankles, square toes, with metal rings on the sides held there by leather straps. He was a vision in black hide, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
I moved to him, and reached for him. My hands were everywhere. Caressing his body, touching the leather straps. Fingering the chaps, fondling his balls and tracing the outline of his now oh so hard cock through the leather thong. His hands were on me. Squeezing my butt cheeks through the leather pants, gripping my cock. We kissed again, my mouth exploring his, then working down his chin and neck, nuzzling at his nipples. I gave them both light bites which made him moan softly as he pinched at mine, concentrating on the left and the nipple ring, which sent me into waves of pleasure. I buried my nose against the straps on his chest as he reached for my belt, and as I felt him undoing my jeans I breathed in the wonderful scent of the leather and lowered my face toward his groin.
My hands ran over the mounds of his arse and traced the edge of the chaps as I licked at the hard tube of black leather that was his cock. I felt the cool air on my bum as he lowered my pants and then the warm hardness of his hands wrapping around my cock and balls. "Mmmmmm … that’s a nice surprise ..." he whispered as he discovered my cockring under the thong I was wearing. His fingers were making me so hard my cock felt like steel, and he massaged my balls, gently rolling them around. With one hand, I lifted his thong out and his cock sprang up at me, pre-cum dripping from the end. My tongue darted out and I licked hungrily at that wonderful cockhead, tasting his manliness as I breathed in the mixture of male musk and leather. My lips opened and enveloped the head of his dick, slowly, carefully moving down to engulf him.
He moaned softly as I swallowed his meaty cock, his hands running across my back and chest, often going back to pinch at my nipple and tug on the ring. Deeper I went, swallowing all of him, my nose pushing against the leather strap until I managed to reach the base of his cock, where my lips found the cool steel of his cockring. My teeth connected with the metal as I felt his pole throb in my throat. Slowly I backed off him then swallowed again, faster this time. I began bobbing up and down on him, as his hands covered my body, then gripped at my arse cheeks, spreading them. One finger dipped along my crack to rub gently at my hole and I thought I would explode.
"Neale …. !" he called out "slowly… Slowly!" he warned. He lifted my face from his groin, and holding my head in his hands his lips met mine again. Electricity flowed through me as we pressed against each other, kissing deeply and holding to each other, trying to melt into one another. He pulled away for a moment and I looked at him questioningly. "Please … put this on," he said, reaching back behind him and then holding out another harness. I willingly agreed, taking the straps of leather from him. This was a simpler version, consisting of four straps of leather, two for over my shoulders and two to go around my ribs, connected front and back by a single steel ring. I quickly fastened the straps around me, enjoying the cool leather against my skin, and feeling hotter and more excited with every passing second.
Mike grabbed me and pulled me to him again for another deep hot session of kisses and bites. As our hands continued to roam all over each other, caressing skin and leather, we kissed and nibbled and bit gently at each other. "Mike …" I whispered into his neck, " … I want you, badly. Do you have any … " I didn’t get to finish. He put his hand to my mouth, and looked into me with those amazing blue eyes.
"I need you so much" he hissed. He pulled me down so that we were both kneeling, pressing our bodies against each other, rubbing our hard cocks together, kissing and licking all the time. Then he leaned me back slowly against the sofa, lifting my legs as I flattened out, and pulling them either side of his body. As he did, he leaned forward, running his tongue down my abdomen and licking at my throbbing cock, sending me wild with pleasure. When his hot wet tongue began encircling my balls I thought I would cum on the spot, but he slowed slightly and eased off, then ran his tongue between my legs, licking at the crack of my arse until he found that spot around my hole, rimming me gently but firmly, as I relaxed my muscles to accommodate his urgent probing tongue.
With my hole moist and ready, and my cock standing out like a steel rod, Mike leaned across to the side table and quickly unwrapped a condom, rolling it down over his gorgeous cock. He smeared some lube on his rod, and then on his finger, pushing into my hole and making me relax again as the cool gel was inserted into me and around me. He leaned forward again, kissing me and breathing in as the leather we were wearing rubbed against each other, and I felt the pressure of his cockhead against my puckered arsehole. I arched back and opened myself as he pushed forward, sliding himself into me slowly. That cock was hard as steel as it entered me and I gasped as my sphincter opened to let him in. Lifting my head to look at him, I could see this powerful man, still encased in black leather straps and cap, his blue eyes boring into mine as his cock bored into my arse. I surrendered to him completely, and felt him as his shaft sank into my body.
He stopped for a minute, letting me adjust to him. I looked long again into those deep azure windows in his face as my leather Adonis took possession of my body and my mind. After what seemed like hours he began to pull back, and then thrust in again. My arms went around him and he grabbed my waist as he started to pump. The sensations assaulted me as Mike’s cock began to pound into me then pull out again to pound back. I could feel the leather of his harness straps with my legs which were locked around his body, and I could smell the leather mixing with the smell of our sex. Mike thrust harder and harder into me, and I could hear groans of delight. Suddenly I realised that they were coming from me. I clamped my hole against him each time he started to withdraw, and opened to take him when he pushed back into me. He whimpered and grunted as his fucking got faster and more urgent, taking me. I took all he give and wanted more, urging him on, begging him to fuck me harder, faster, deeper. My arse felt like it was being torn open, but there was no pain, just unbelievable ecstasy as he thrust his huge cock deeper and deeper into me and I gripped at it with all I had.
Our gasping and groans got louder and faster, and Mike began to breath hard. He looked down at me. "..Neale … I … Uh … " and then he gave one final powerful thrust that forced his cock so far inside me I swear I could feel it against the base of my stomach. That sent me over the edge and I screamed out, as my balls pumped cum which exploded in a boiling geyser, all over my stomach and his hands and abs. He grunted and sweated and I felt his cock emptying itself inside me, felt it swell even more and shudder as his orgasm hit him and his head went back in pure pleasure. My cock pumped and pumped again, until the rush of manjuice became a trickle. After what felt like eternity, we came to an exhausted stop, him still buried deep inside me, my cock still hard and throbbing but empty. I looked up at him as he looked to me and we smiled into each other - totally spent. The sharing that only comes with the most intimate joining two men can know. Gently he eased out of me, and we collapsed together, my jism lubricating our bodies as we crushed together yet again.
Finally we separated, standing up. "Let’s clean each other up" he smiled at me. As we gently bathed away the now dry cum, and helped each other out of the leather, we continually touched and kissed and licked. I held his harness up as he slipped out of it and breathed in the aroma of man and sex.
"You will stay the night?" he asked, indicating his bed.
"There’s not a lot of the night left," I grinned, " ... but yes, I would like very much to stay the night". (And a lot of other nights) I thought to myself. Lying together, our arms around each other, despite near total exhaustion, it seemed we couldn’t sleep. We lay there and talked. About ourselves, our lives. It seemed like we were long lost friends, except that we had two whole lives to catch up on.
As we finally began to drift off to sleep, with the sky outside getting light, he leaned up to my ear and whispered … "Neale, I’d really like to see you again …"
" … And again and again and again…" I whispered back " … don’t even think you won’t … " I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.
I had drifted off to sleep easily. Wrapped in Mike’s arms, feeling oh so comfortable, and so satisfied with our lovemaking. When I woke, it was quite late for me. Around 10 in the morning, but his arms were still there, holding me tight. His harness and chaps, my leather pants, were thrown around the floor, removed after our hot session last night (or was that early this morning?). Seeing them there, and feeling his arms around me, my cock sprang to attention again. I felt him stir against me.
"Good morning, stud." I whispered.
"Mmmmm …" came the semi sleepy reply as his arms tightened. He nuzzled his face to my neck, and I felt the stirrings of his erection against the small of my back. His hand played lazily across my chest, coming to rest at my nipple, where he pulled softly on my nipple ring. "Now, I remember, …" he said quietly, with a laugh in his voice, "… Pierced nip, hot arse, hotter black leather pants, hottest sex - you must be Neale!"
His playing with my nipple was sending wonderful sensations through me. I always loved having that ring pulled on. "Don’t start something you can’t finish …" I laughed back, pushing myself back against his hardening penis and rubbing myself against him. Thoughts of our sex the previous night, leather against leather, pouches, chaps, harnesses all glistening and black, flooded my memory. I turned to face him, still lying in his arms, and we kissed long and deep. Our cocks mashed against each other and hands played across each others backs and butts. There was no sense of urgency, no sense of build up. Neither of us seemed interested in sex as such, just the wonderful enjoyment of a lover to hold and touch and kiss in the morning light.
Almost by mutual agreement at some hidden signal, we separated. The needs of stomachs and bladders making themselves felt. "Why don’t you hop in the shower while I get some coffee started?" he suggested. Happily, I agreed, watching as his naked, sculpted butt cheeks crossed the room and made for the kitchen. I headed for the bathroom, finding a fresh towel already laid out on the vanity. As the hot water cascaded over me, Mike wandered into the bathroom, taking a pee and chatting as he did, talking about minor things, just as we had done last night. It was as if we had known each other forever, felt completely comfortable with each other. I did notice that as he talked, that his eyes travelled over me, and his cock lengthened a little, causing much the same reaction in me, and he was VERY easy on the eyes!
I finished my shower and towelled down as he disappeared again, wandering out to the kitchen to find a hot coffee waiting for me. He was still naked and appeared not to notice. I certainly noticed, but liked it very much and felt quite comfortable. With the towel thrown around my shoulders, I remained naked myself, and it felt perfectly natural. We discussed the weekend, loose plans that we had each had. Without a second thought we cancelled some and re-arranged others to be together for the next two days. I marvelled to myself at how easily both of us fell into place as if we had been friends or lovers for years, rather than having just met the night before. We decided to dress and head for my place so I could change my clothes - leather pants may be hot and look great, but they were hardly appropriate for a Saturday stroll in Newtown and brunch in one of the little cafes we both enjoyed so much.
As we chatted, our hands often met, or brushed against each other’s bodies, touching shoulders, arms, faces. Again I remembered how he had been last night at the bar, constantly touching without noticing, and how much I had liked the habit which he didn’t seem to notice he had. Eventually he stood. The morning was wearing away.
"I’m going to take a shower," he stated. "Make yourself at home, I won’t be long!" ‘Make myself at home’, I thought. I already feel at home. I marvelled again at how easily I had grown totally comfortable with this hunk of a man.
As I heard the splash of water from the bathroom, I wandered into the bedroom still naked. He had obviously tidied up while I was showering. My clothes were laid neatly on the bed, and the leather gear we had enjoyed so much last night was gone. Not wanting to dress yet, in case it broke the spell I felt here, I turned to the wardrobe. Opening the door he had shown me last night, I gazed happily at the collection of leather clothes. Pulling a pair of chaps out, I pressed my face into the leather, breathing deeply of that wonderful aroma. I ran my fingers over the shining black hide, feeling the texture of the leather, appreciating it. I closed my eyes, remembering again the look of Mike last night, the feeling of him against me, and inside me. My cock hardened, no surprise there, given how much leather turned me on. Letting the chaps fall back into the wardrobe, I opened the drawer Mike had shown me last night, finding and lifting out a black leather posing thong, soft and supple. I imagined it filled with his cock and balls, held it up to my face, rubbing it against my cheeks. I hadn’t noticed the shower stop, didn’t hear him entering the room.
"You could always model that for me!" he said quietly and seriously. There was no sense of recrimination for going through his things, no upset at all.
"You don’t have to ask a second time," I replied, just as seriously, looking into his deep blue eyes. "As long as you return the favour!"
He smiled. "Let’s see what you can show me first," he said, throwing himself onto the bed and getting comfortable as he faced me, waiting for the show.
I grinned back at him, as I felt the stirring in my groin again. Since I had the posing strap in my hands, that was the first item obviously. I bent over with my back to him, exposing my naked arse, and slowly stepped into the strap. Turning back to face him, I could clearly see the tenting towel he had dropped over himself. Easing the strap up my legs, I slowly fitted it over myself, adjusting my cock to lie sideways in the cool leather pouch, feeling the soft black hide wrap around my balls like leathery fingers. God it felt so good. Standing legs apart, I faced him squarely and reached up with one hand to gently tweak at my own nipple, the one with the silver ring through it. My other hand cupped and lifted my balls as I flexed my cock, making it jump inside the leather.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm…" came his appreciative reaction as he leaned back, his eyes roaming to my groin, up to my chest, to my face and back again.
Taking encouragement, I leaned back into the drawer and rummaged around a little, fishing out two matching leather armbands. They were so soft to the touch, of kid leather, fitted with buckles. With my eyes locked on his, I slowly fastened one around each bicep. Pulling them taut, then running my finger around the edge, and down the length of my arm I smiled yet again at my audience of one. That audience appeared very happy with the performance, judging from the swelling at his groin.
Moving away from the drawer and back to the wardrobe, I intentionally stuck my groin out close to Mike’s face. He grinned widely, and leaned forward to lick at the bulge in the front of the black leather posing strap I wore, nibbling through the soft leather at my hard cock. It felt so hot, the impression of his teeth through the soft leather, releasing the aroma I loved. I smiled at him. "Not yet, fucker…" I whispered in his ear, and backed off to the open wardrobe door. I pulled out the chaps, and slowly lifted them from their hanger, laying them on the floor in front of me before lifting them and fastening the waist band in place. Resisting my own eagerness, I slowly reached down each leg, one at a time, smoothing the fold of glossy black leather around my leg, catching the zipper at the ankle and ever so slowly sliding it up my inside leg. The whole time I made sure I was bent over so that Mike could get a great view of my butt, and the pouch holding my balls in its soft leather embrace. With each leg, as the zip slid into place at the top of my leg, I let my fingers continue trailing up across my skin to gently touch my balls and trace the length of my hard rod standing out in the black leather pouch. Finally I stood again, and turned to face him directly.
"Fucking hell that looks good!" he exclaimed. The towel had been thrown aside, and he lay there, one hand easily stroking his cock which stood at full attention. "Don’t stop, please…" he urged.
Next I lifted his full harness from it’s place in the cupboard. Slowly, hopefully enticingly, I slipped it on, buckling each strap in turn, and keeping my eyes fixed on the man on the bed a few feet from me. I was enjoying this so much. The feel of the leather as it touched my skin made me tingle. The scent as it moved wafted up to my nostrils, exciting me even more, and all the while Mike stroked his hard cock and made happy moaning noises to match my movements. Finally, I reached in and lifted a black leather cap from its hook, placing on my head and pulling the shiny black visor down low over my eyes, so that I had to tilt my head back slightly to look at him.
A long, soft whistle was my reward. I stood and accepted the accolade, my legs spread and my arms crossed on my chest. I loved the way being dressed in hot leather like this made me feel so confident, so strong and exciting. I could feel the texture of the hide against my skin, could look down to see the black leather grip my legs like a second skin, accentuating everything it touched. Mike looked long and hard at me, his eyes taking in every inch.
"Holy Shit!" he exclaimed. "You are one hot looking leather stud!" Leaving off his stroking, he sat up on the edge of the bed, closer to me. "Please, please …" he begged, "… I just have to have you, now!" With that, he fell to his knees in front of me, and his lips attacked my groin, sucking and licking all over the posing strap encasing my cock and balls in soft black leather. His tongue danced out and traced along the clearly visible tube of black that was my rock hard cock encased in leather. His hands found and caressed my butt, fingers following the edges of the chaps up to my waist, then down around my arse cheeks to the soft sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. The feeling of his mouth as it rubbed and licked at the leather covering me was incredible. My hands fell to his shoulders and I massaged gently at his flesh, getting even more excited by the appearance of his eager mouth on the dark hide cushioning my groin. I could hear him breathe deeply and I knew that he was experiencing the delightful aroma of the leather mixed with sexual arousal right there in front of his nose.
Slowly he worked his way up, gingerly getting to his feet again, as his lips refused to relinquish their hold on me. He licked and slurped at the straps of the harness, following them with his tongue, then quickly darted across to take my pierced tit into his mouth. I let out a soft whimper of delight as he rolled my nipple ring around and across his teeth, tugging gently as he licked at my skin. He bent over double, and licked slowly, sensuously down my leg, tasting the leather of the chaps, and hugging my legs to him, his arms caressing my leather engulfed legs. Standing again, he looked into my eyes with those deep pools of blue, and our lips met. Passion engulfed me, and our mouths crashed together, parting lips, forcing tongues into each other to taste each other. He pressed himself against me hard, rubbing the leather of the harness and chaps against his naked skin, grinding his steel shaft against my own rock hard cock, the leather creaking and caressing us. His hands gripped my arse cheeks as he pulled me against him, determined to hold us together so tightly. My head reeled with the sensation of this powerful man crushing me against himself, pressing the leather I wore into my skin, releasing the wonderful aroma of leather and sweat and sex.
"Mike …" I gasped between breaths, "… I need …" I didn’t finish, as he finished for me.
"… for me to be in leather too." He whispered urgently.
He pulled away from me and reached in the drawer, rummaging for a second and retrieving two items. One was a leather jockstrap, or rather a leather pouch, designed solely to cradle his heavy rolling balls. It consisted of a piece of elasticised nylon which ran around the hips, and from it hung a pouch in the softest black leather, with a hole cut in the front, right at the top against the waistband. He pulled it on quickly, and I saw how it fitted, the leather pouch itself came up and held his testicles, while his hard cock, jutting out and upward, went through the front hole, to stand free and proud, pointing at me. The effect was as if his very ball sac was made of the softest, blackest leather. "Oh yeah, I like very much!" I whispered hoarsely in approval.
The second item he had grabbed was a soft leather band, like the ones I wore around my upper arms, but thinner and longer. This he wrapped around his neck, like a collar, buckling it at the back. My leather god from the night before was transformed into a willing, smiling boy with leather balls and a leather collar, and I loved it. My dick twitched with excitement as I took in the near naked look that was so so hot with the touches of leather upon him. I reached and fondled his balls with my hand, rolling them gently around in their leather envelope, feeling the texture of the hide so soft to touch. Lowering myself to my knees, I took a closer look. His proud and mighty cock standing to attention, oozing the first drops of pre-cum, sank into the black leather pouch, merging with it as his heavy orbs rolled to my touch. I could not resist, and kissed them, licking gently and outlining each in turn through the leather, tasting and smelling the soft hide while I felt the shape of his jewels encased within. I stood again, and drew him to me, holding him tightly against me, kissing him hard. As my hands travelled up his back I pressed against him, relishing the feel of his body against mine, separated by the single layer of glossy, slippery black leather. My fingers found his neck, and traced the lower edge of the collar, gently touching and probing as our tongues intertwined. His body seemed to melt against me, to mould itself to mine.
I normally took the passive or ‘bottom’ role when it came to sex. I actually preferred it, but sometimes you need a change, and this was one of those times. Mike was so yielding, so supplicant. He felt so hot against me, in nothing but the leather ball pouch and collar. I wanted him, needed to have him. With my arms behind his shoulders, I leaned forward and gently lowered him to the bed. As he sank onto the cover, I pressed myself down on him again, the leather straps of the harness rubbing against his chest and stomach until I slid lower, tasting his abdomen and letting the rough hide scrape against his pelvis and legs. My mouth sank to his groin, licking at his cockhead and tasting the salty juice. I opened my lips and swallowed his cock, willing myself to accept all of him until my nose was buried in his pubic hair, my chin rubbing against the leather holding his balls in place. My throat constricted and relaxed, flexing around his prick as my tongue worked away at massaging the shaft as best I could. He moaned softly and I looked up to find his piercing blue eyes half closed with pleasure, regarding me.
"Just enjoying the view of that cap going down on me," he explained, moaning yet again as I dived down once more onto his prong.
I slid up and off him, my hands massaging his butt, and moved my arms to between his legs, pushing them upward and apart. This presented me with the most wonderful view of his balls, visibly heaving in the leather pouch. It was as if the leather itself had come alive and was caressing his orbs, moving over and around them, cushioning them and gripping at them. My lips dived in to assist, nibbling and rolling as I licked at him, once again tasting the leather. I let my tongue slide even lower, licking at the soft tender skin of his perinaeum, trailing slowly but surely toward his pleasure hole. His moans grew louder, and as I reached my target I drove my tongue into him, feeling the muscles relax to the velvety touch of the soft intrusion. I licked at and around his hole, feeling him tremble with delight as I pleasured him. I lifted away and looked at him once more.
Without needing me to ask, he answered. "Yes, Neale, yes … I want it, I need you …" he whispered urgently. "Top drawer, left side," he pointed. I moved quickly to find the lube and condom, taking the foil pack, ripping it open and rolling the condom over my achingly hard penis. Squeezing a generous helping of lube onto my fingers, I began applying it to him, easing it into him with first one finger and then a second, feeling his chute open and accept as I massaged the soft tissue with the cool lubricant, preparing him for my assault. Slathering another generous helping onto my trembling weapon, I eased myself between his legs, pushing his knees to my shoulders. As the head of my cock came to rest against the outer rim of his anus, our eyes locked. His deep blue eyes were full of longing and need, urging me on. I looked back lovingly, ready to sink into his eyes as my cock sank into his body.
I pressed forward slowly, waiting to feel the relaxation as his natural urge to resist eased. At a nod from him my body moved and I felt his hole surrender, opening and allowing me access. My cockhead pushed in and I felt his rectum close around me, gripping firmly, but so unbelievably warm and soft. I stopped to allow him to accustom himself to me, looking into his eyes, taking in the line of black leather around his neck that seemed to signify so much. Again, at his nod, I pushed forward. The moist heat of his canal flowed over me as I felt him grip my cock inch by inch. Indescribable pleasure spread through me, centred on the hard latex covered prong I was burying in my leather lover. Deeper I pushed, my breath getting shorter as he gave himself to me. I came to rest against him, my manhood buried completely in the dark warmth of his arse, my skin rubbing against the leather clad sac of his balls. When I looked down, I could clearly see his cock leaking juice and his balls rolling within their leather envelope. A sight so hot I almost came, quickly making myself concentrate so as not to lose the moment.
As I steadied myself for a second, buried within him, Mike looked into my face. "Oh Neale, you fucking hot leather stud, do it, fuck me," he hissed urgently. And I complied. Drawing back, I plunged into him again. He cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Lifting myself up, forcing my cock down at the back of his rectum, I ploughed again, taking up a rhythm, in, out, feeling him grip at me as I pulled away, then push back against me as I forced my way in again. Faster and faster I got. Picking up my pace as I took this man, needing to have him totally. His body was on fire, the searing heat engulfing my cock each time I entered him. The wet flame of his insides wrapped itself around me, holding me and urging me. I fucked him. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper. The sweat dripped from my face onto his chest as I crashed my body into his, the leather of my chaps crushing against him as I sank deeper and deeper into my lover. My breath quickened as he began to moan with the building passion, urging me on with whispered encouragement, begging for more, wanting me as I wanted him. As the ecstasy of burying myself within him grew, I fucked him faster and faster. I became a battering ram, pounding him, thrusting forward, pulling back quickly to thrust again, to sink my weapon far into his welcoming body, possessing him. Pistoning in and out I gasped, unable to contain the urge that built quickly. He was bucking and twisting beneath me, gripping me tightly and trying to take more and more of my manpole. I tried to choke out a warning. "Mike … unh unh unh … close …" I hissed.
"Fuck it…" he urged, calling to me. "…empty yourself, fill me up, pound that meat into me, Neale, please … now … Now … uunnhhhHHHHHHH NOWWWWWWW!" he yelled, reaching up and grabbing hard at my chest, twisting the nipple containing the silver ring. The tiny pain of that touch exploded into unbearable pleasure, and I lost control. Pulling back until only the very tip of my cock was still within him I lunged downward, all my might, all my strength given to that one final almighty thrust as I sank my entire body into him. I think I screamed out loud. My balls reeled and emptied, my cock exploded as spurt after spurt of searing hot cum erupted from me, filling the latex sheath and filling him as it did. I emptied myself into him, pouring my essence into the writhing sweating body beneath me. He yelped and gasped as I did, his anus constricting even more around me, gripping at me like a vice, as his nuts exploded pouring his sweet warm juice into the throbbing shaft which emptied itself with powerful shots all over his stomach, his chest, shooting droplets splattering against his chin.
As the intensity of the moment passed, I felt him shudder and surrender, collapsing backwards, his eyes closed. Whatever had been supporting me gave way and I collapsed onto him, unable to hold my own weight. Mashing my chest against his stomach, feeling the sticky warmth of his cum spread across my skin. How long we lay like that I don’t know, but my cock remained hard, slowly subsiding but still firm and buried within him. Realising I must be crushing him I lifted onto my elbows.
"Oh god, Neale, that was incredible!" he murmured to me, his face lit up with a tired but sated smile.
"You don’t have to tell me, Mike …" I said softly. "… I could stay buried in you forever, you are so good." I leaned forward and kissed him gently, staring into his eyes. "I love you!" I said simply, but meant it with all my heart.
"Oh, and how I love you too," he answered quietly. His eyes told me he meant it as much as I did. Tears began to form, and when I tried to wipe them away, I could see the moisture on his cheeks as well.
All too soon, I could feel my erection subsiding, could feel him trying to grip at me, but needing to push me out as well. Carefully I pulled away from him, checking the rubber was still intact. Exhausted, I collapsed beside him. For ages we lay there together, basking in the afterglow of our sex, and the enormity of our sudden but unrepentant commitment to each other. We laughed easily, smiled at each other, touched and caressed some more. I felt so relaxed, so happy, and he felt the same I could tell.
"So much for getting you a change of clothes and then something to eat," he declared, teasing me with his fingers trailing along my side.
"Don’t you like what I’m wearing?" I pretended hurt.
"More than I could ever tell you!" he exclaimed, "but I don’t know that I want to share it with the world, at least not at lunchtime in a café!" he winked evilly. "… although seeing you like that in public does have a certain erotic appeal," he added, smiling.
Realising that we hadn’t eaten at all, and basking in the warmth of newly declared love, we reluctantly decided to get moving. We dragged ourselves regretfully from the bed, and he helped me from the chaps and harness, all the while telling me how much he wished I could keep them on permanently. We cleaned each other up, resisting the temptation to take another shower and settling for mutual sponge baths, administered very slowly and sensuously to each other.
As we dressed, we touched constantly, laughed easily as one. It occurred to me that I had found my soul mate. He slipped into a pair of comfortable jeans and a shirt, while I retrieved my T shirt and leather pants from the night before. As I pulled the pants up, he grabbed my arse, squeezing. Incredibly I started to get hard again. I Looked at him, pulled his face to mine and kissed him.
"Oh Neale, …" he said. "I could never get enough of you, but don’t get me started or we’ll never get you home."
"So what’s wrong with that?" I teased.
"Nothing at all." Was his instant reply, "… although I’m curious to see your place, and to compare your wardrobe …" and he winked.
Feeling suddenly guilty it struck me that he hadn’t even known where I lived yet, and here we were declaring our eternal love.
"Shit!" I exclaimed. "I’m sorry. It’s not too fast for you is it?"
"Absolutely not, stud!" He became serious again. "I love you, and I know it from the depths of my heart. It just occurs to me that we could be having twice as much enjoyment if your leather collection and mine are combined." Then he broke into a huge, mischievous grin again.
I kissed him quickly. "I couldn’t agree more. What are we waiting for?" and headed out of the door. He laughed and raced behind me, squeezing my leather clad arse cheek again.
"You’re not going anywhere without me …" he laughed, and then softer but smiling even wider "…EVER AGAIN!"
It was well into the afternoon when we left Mike’s flat. The morning’s lovemaking hadn’t tired me at all. In fact, I felt exhilarated, horny, just being with him. We jumped on a train to take the few stops to my home, chatting the whole time. As he talked, Mike had a habit of touching - suddenly grabbing my arm, or putting his hand on my leg. It was almost as if he didn’t realise he was doing it, but it brought a few stares from our fellow passengers. Yet I liked it. I felt like I belonged, I felt defiant. I was here, now, with my man, and I wanted the whole world to see us.
As we left the station at my stop and started the short walk to the house, Mike was telling me a story, laughing and waving his arms about. I looked at him, and caught those stunning turquoise eyes of his, shining with life. Without thinking I put my arm around his waist, pulled him to me and kissed him. He hesitated for a split second, there on the street, before returning my kiss, pressing his lips to mine as his hands slid down my sides and onto my butt cheeks.
"Well, that should get some tongues wagging!" he smiled as we came up for air.
"Only among the neighbours" I answered, " … and they will just be jealous anyway. Here we are."
I stopped and tugged him sideways into the front gate and towards my door. He laughed again, half pushing me up the steps as I stumbled with the key. As soon as we were inside, away from public view, he spun me around to him, and planted his lips over mine, his deep blue eyes wide and staring at my own. The moist warmth of his tongue felt like velvet against my lips and I opened my mouth to drink in his taste. My tongue edged forward, connecting with his as we explored each other’s mouths. I could feel the sharp edge of his teeth along the underside of my tongue, as I enjoyed the warm slipperiness of his tongue jousting with my own. I could taste him, taste his manliness as I opened my mouth wider, trying somehow to swallow him, my hands caressing the back of his head as I felt his arms on my back, his hands massaging my buns through the leather pants I was wearing.
"Mmmmmmmmm …….. " he whispered into my ear " … nice, very very nice!"
I smiled at him, letting myself drown in his eyes for a second. "I need to change!" I said, heading for my bedroom. "Why don’t you make yourself comfortable, have a look around if you want." I thought Mike had stayed in the loungeroom, or wandered off to look at the rest of the house, but as I lifted my T-shirt over my head, I suddenly felt his hands on my ribs, soft and warm. As I stopped in mid-undress, his fingers slowly traced their way across my stomach, meeting at my navel, then inching upwards. I could feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck, as he drew me back against him. As his fingers reached my nipples and pulled softly at them, I mumbled softly, leaning into him. The delicate sensation of his fingertip against my nub, pulling at the piercing, twirling it around gently, made me feel so good.
He leaned into me, the stubble on his chin rough against the skin on my shoulder, as a warm wet tongue licked at my earlobe. His hands left my tits and began unbuckling my belt, drawing it slowly out of the loops and flinging it to the floor. I could feel his groin, the meaty flesh of his hardening cock, pressing against my arse as his fingers unbuttoned my pants, squeezing at my leather covered cock. As he eased the fly open and lowered my jeans, my growing erection fought to escape the confines of my jock. Slowly, carefully, Mike slid the jeans down my legs, pulling my jock with them. As his hands reached my ankles I stepped out of each leg, and stood naked with my back to him, my dick standing out at right angles to my body. He was on his knees behind me, and I gasped as I felt the moistness of his tongue make contact with my upper legs. He licked slowly around my thighs and the bottom of my arse cheeks, and all I could do was stand there, moaning with delight.
I spread my legs slightly, and his tongue travelled further along my arse, licking at the chasm between my cheeks, down and past my twitching hole to the tender, sensitive skin between my arse and my testicles. I shivered, not from cold, but from the sensations coursing through me, as his warm velvety tongue began to massage my nuts and his soft fingers traced the length of my hardening shaft.
"Oohhhh … Mike …." I said softly, but he simply spun me around, looked into my eyes with those pools of azure blue, and put a finger to his lips. As I turned to face him, my cock swung directly into line with his face. I was hard as a rock, and the first droplets of pre-cum were beginning to appear at the slit in my weapon. Saying nothing, he licked out and caught the sticky fluid on the tip of his tongue, lapping at it and smiling at me. His tongue continued to lick, tracing the edge of my cockhead, sliding slowly down the side of my shaft until he reached my heaving orbs, caressing each one with his warm wet tongue and retracing his path back along my shaft.
My hands fell to his head, holding gently, not pulling him onto me or exerting any pressure. My fingers sank into his hair as I relished the touch of him. Suddenly, the gentle tongue washing I was receiving was replaced by the hot bath of his mouth as he swallowed me whole, my entire cock disappearing into his throat. I gasped again, moaned out loud. His throat constricted around my cock as his tongue massaged my glans and his lips closed around the base of my shaft. He pulled back a little then sank onto me again, letting his teeth gently scrape against me, not hurting, but accentuating the sensations enveloping my manpole. The fingers of his left hand crept up and firmly gripped my ball sac, while his other hand explored my arse cheeks, tracing the line between the rounded mounds of flesh, then prodding at my twitching hole.
I did nothing. I didn’t need to. Couldn’t if I wanted. He had total control of me, manipulating my cock, my balls, my arse. His tempo on my steel hard rod increased as he rolled my jewels around in his palm. Firmly, slowly, he inserted one then another finger into me, opening my hole as he bobbed up and down on my meat. I groaned to him that I couldn’t take too much of this, but he ignored me. His mouth went into overdrive, suctioning at my cock as he wrapped me in the wonderful heated wetness of his mouth, forcing himself onto me and pulling away again. Simultaneously his fingers invaded my rectum, finger fucking me, exploring and finding the erogenous spot over my prostate. As he pressed against that nut of nerves, his manhandling of my balls increased. I could not hold out much longer, calling out a warning ..
"Mike …… I’m close …… very close …."
His only response was to double his attack. All my senses were assaulted as his mouth gripped and pulled at my pole, his palm encasing my balls and his fingers thrusting into me. My world focussed on my groin, my senses overcome with his ministrations, and the power of orgasm slammed into me. Unable to warn Mike, I exploded, my balls contracting sharply and emptying themselves as my overheated shaft swelled and burst in his mouth. Load after load of my seed shot from me, filling him. I marvelled that he took it all, expected to find him gag, but he swallowed and licked and swallowed again, taking all I could give. I shuddered a final burst as the climax passed, and looked down, only then realising that I had held his head hard against me, fucking his face and not allowing him any chance to back away.
As I relaxed, he pulled slowly away from me, still licking at my cock, determined to get every last drop of cum from me. His fingers withdrew from my hole, and he looked up at me.
"Mike, … I’m sorry …." I started to say.
He smiled. "Don’t!" he said. "That was incredible. I just had to taste you, to drink your essence."
"But you, well, you’ve ‘missed out’ so to speak"
"Not at all" he laughed at me, standing now and holding me against him. "I loved every second. Besides, I figure I’ll be getting my reward and then some, later!"
We smiled at each other as I lazily recovered from the attention he had lavished on me. Finding a clean light shirt and faded jeans, I began to dress. Mike sat and watched as I did, saying nothing, but his beautiful blue eyes never left my body. As I finished, I opened the door of my wardrobe to take out a jacket, and from behind me I heard Mike exclaim "So that’s where I need to look!". I realised he had just seen some of my own leather gear. Quickly coming to stand beside me, with one arm around my waist, he examined the contents of my closet. He pulled out a pair of chaps, rubbing the leather against his face and letting out a long "mmmmmmmm". He lifted my harness from its hanger, running his fingers along the straps slowly as he turned to look deep into my eyes. Another pair of pants caught his eye and he held them out at an angle, examining the shine of the black leather.
I smiled at him, and pulled open a drawer, revealing a couple of pairs of leather jockstraps, some armbands and gauntlets, and cockrings. He lifted one of the posing straps out, held the pouch up to his nose and breathed in deeply. "Now, I could stand to see you in this ….. " he said, grinning mischievously.
I laughed. "I’d be happy to, but I think I need a little more time to recover just now."
"There’s plenty of time.’ He whispered. "I can wait until later. Besides, right now, I’m starving."
We ate in one of the little cafes in Newtown, sitting outside and watching the afternoon crowds promenade up and down King Street. Swapping stories, confiding hopes and plans, we were a couple, just like many other couples in this very cosmopolitan part of town, where two men together was the norm. Again, I marvelled at how quickly I had come to feel so comfortable with this man, how much at ease I was, and how right and perfect it all seemed.
After lunch, we decided to do a little promenading ourselves, walking slowly along the strip of clothing boutiques, cafes, bookshops. We touched often, occasionally walking hand in hand, or with an arm around a waist. We talked of nothing and everything, discussed tastes in food, in clothes, in books. We shared our lives, filling each other in on the major details of the years that had led up to now. Every so often I would steal a glance at him, drinking in the sight of his nice tight arse in the denim he wore, remembering and imagining him in polished black leather. Or catching his eye, the twinkling liveliness of his deep blue pools, the windows of his soul, opening now to me.
Toward one end of the shopping strip we came across a leather shop. As one, our eyes lit up and we almost dragged each other inside. This was not the kind of boutique that sold bags or furniture. It was OUR kind of place - full of pants and jeans, jackets and vests near the front door. As we made our way further inside, we found harnesses in all kinds of configurations, caps and armbands, boots and gauntlets. Toward the back were display counters with jocks and posing straps of every imaginable size and style, cockrings in leather and steel, collars, hoods and masks. All in polished, glistening black leather. The very shop was bathed in the scent of tanned hide. Mike and I were in heaven. Letting ourselves dream and wish, we touched and felt, lifted various items out to examine and feel them, holding them up against each other to picture what they would look like wrapped around us. Just seeing Mike holding some of the items against himself started getting me hard again, and more than once I noticed his crotch bulging as I pretended to model something for him. As I stood to look into one of the display cases, he came up behind me, rubbing his half erect cock against me through our jeans, then grabbing my cheek with his hand and squeezing. Without turning around, I reached back and copped a long hard feel of his meat right through the denim.
He started to whisper "Don’t start ……", when we were interrupted by one of the sales staff.
"UH Hmmm!" came a very obvious and not too subtle cough. "Could I help you gentlemen?" The voice belonged to an older guy, dressed in leather jeans and a vest. For his age he looked great, as the leather fit him very nicely.
"We were just having a look, considering some additions to our wardrobe" Mike responded, coolly, giving me the hint to let him take the lead.
"Certainly Sir. I see you appreciate some of our less ‘vanilla’ items. May I show you our special collection?"
"Sure!?!" Mike sounded interested but uncertain. The salesman led us to the back of the store, and ushered us into a curtained off area. Aladdin’s Cave! Here was the stuff of dreams, of fantasies and fetishes. Whips and paddles adorned the shelves; more cockrings, with ball separators, parachutes and dildoes, butt plugs and strings of latex covered balls in all shapes and sizes were on display and enticingly available. Suspended from the roof, in the centre of the room, was a sling, of shining black leather and bright steel. I looked at it in awe. Running my hand over the leather platform, I turned to Mike. "I’ve always wanted ……" We looked at each other and grinned guiltily. The salesman started on his pitch, telling us how slings could be made to order, what sizes and styles were available, whether solid platforms or criss-crossed straps were preferable. Mike was enthralled, asking about support arrangements, weight limits, suggested methods of having slings installed or fitted. I listened fascinated, my imagination running wild. My eyes drifted to the other ‘toys’ around the room, wondering, imagining, wishing.
Finally, we had to go, promising the salesman we would be back later, after we had considered our needs and budget.
As we stepped back out onto the street, back to the real world, I turned to Mike. "You know, I have always wondered what it would be like to have a sling, and to use some of the other stuff they had in there."
He smiled at me with those wonderful eyes of blue. "Maybe we’ll have to give some consideration to getting some. I’ve always wanted to try out a lot of things, but never had the right guy to do it with ….." his voice trailed off in a semi question.
"If that’s an offer, I’m the one!" I said enthusiastically. "Whenever you’re ready, say the word!"
We laughed again, and wandered towards home, discussing the fun to be had, and the possibilities. We also had to keep in mind a budget - a lot of these things weren’t cheap. Still, maybe a few toys to begin with could lead to more, and we were both keen to explore.
Back at his home again, we relaxed in each other’s company, not so much getting to know each other - we felt as though we already had that - more a case of filling in the missing pieces that were our separate lives until two days ago. As night came on, I thought again about the fantastic stuff we had seen in the leather shop, remembered how Mike’s enthusiasm had matched my own so well. I began to get fidgety, wanting …. What did I want?
"Neale, I think we should go out tonight, have a drink ………"
That was it! "Yeah, …. " I responded quickly, " …… in full gear! I know just the place, and I want you in total black leather. I want to show you off, let the other guys see what they’re missing out on!"
"I will if you will." He smiled at me with an evil grin.
"Throw your best outfit into a bag with some day time clothes, and we’ll go back to my place so I can get ready as well. That way we can stay the night without worrying about getting home in broad daylight in full leather."
As he collected his favourite clothes into a large carrier, I sat and watched him moving about the bedroom. His long lithe legs led all the way to his firm round arse. His narrow waist broadened in a "V" to his wide strong shoulders. His square jaw was separated from his tousled brown hair by his deep-set glowing blue eyes, and I could have just sat and watched him all night. My dick stirred in my jeans and I adjusted myself, hoping he hadn’t noticed. He didn’t give any sign that he had, but as he turned back toward me I could clearly see the bulge in the front of his denims was definitely larger and growing.
"I think you might need a hand there" I said quietly, to his questioning look. Leaning forward as I sat on the edge of the bed, I pulled him to me, running one finger along the outlined tube of hardening flesh under the jeans. He smiled and murmured softly as my hands went to his arse, pulling him against me, burying my face in his groin, pressing my nose against the firmness. Quickly I unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down to reveal his masculinity. His semi hard cock pulsed in front of me, and I kissed it. Kissed his cockhead softly, licking at him and blowing softly across his glans. As his erection grew, I lowered my mouth over him, swallowing his entire length while he was still less than erect, massaging his love muscle with my lips and tongue as I felt it grow and swell within my throat. Constricting my own muscles around him, I began a gentle suctioning at him which brought a moan to his lips as his pole quickly achieved its full size within my gullet. Resisting the gag urge, I remained still, wrapped around him. My fingers began a drumming motion on his testicles, playing with him, caressing and massaging his orbs, pulling gently then releasing, touching at the sensitive skin of his peritonaeum.
My other hand found his cheeks, massaging gently, feeling the firm roundness of his flesh. I released my constriction on his cock, and pulled away slightly before sinking back onto him again. I repeated this movement a few times, letting the edges of my teeth trail along his shaft carefully and gently as I did.
"Unhhhh …… Neale ……. That feels so hot!" he whispered through clenched teeth. Encouraged, I increased my pace, working my mouth up and down on his long powerful tool, while my fingers kept up the treatment of his heavy roiling balls. The grunting he made urged me on and I began to really bob up and down on him, sucking and blowing, licking and tasting. My hands worked his cheeks and his nuts harder and harder as I felt his need build. Suddenly, he was no longer the passive recipient. He took control, his hands at my head as he began to fuck my face, pushing himself into my mouth and thrusting that man meat deeper and deeper into me. I accepted him happily, greedily, swallowing him with each thrust, sucking at him as he withdrew. I kept up the massage on his orbs, squeezing and pulling at them as his cock grew bigger and his pace increased. Without warning, he gripped at my head, pulling me hard against him and plunging his pole right into my neck. I forced myself not to gag, to take him. A long hiss escaped his teeth and my throat was flooded with hot salty sweet jizz. I swallowed, lapped and swallowed again. I was drowning in his cum, and I loved it, wanted every drop, needed to have his essence within me. I still hadn’t released his balls, and they scrunched against his body while I gripped at them, heaved and emptied as I milked this man of his juice. As his orgasm passed, Mike looked down to me … "Neale, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ….."
I didn’t answer, my mouth and throat still engorged with his cock. My eyes smiled up at him, and I licked and swallowed, determined that not a drop of him would escape me. Even as he began to soften, I held him in my mouth, letting the power of his cock drain away as it nestled against my tongue. Finally, he drew me up from my seat, away from his groin. His piercing blue eyes fixed on me yet again and we kissed, tasting each other, tasting him on me and sharing that enjoyment.
"Do you still want to go out?" he asked softly.
"Oh yeah!" I grinned, "I’m even more determined to show you off now!"
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Mike recovered quickly, and we gathered up his things and headed for my place.
"I really want to go all out tonight, Neale." He said as we sat over a coffee before dressing. "I’ve brought the best, my favourite gear, and I would love it if you could bring yourself to dress hot!"
I laughed and tossed a cushion at him. "Absolutely, stud. We’ll make a pair that will have them talking for months! I just don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off you."
"So who said you should?" he laughed back.
We headed for the bedroom to make ourselves ready. As Mike shucked off his clothes and I followed, we laughed together, played around. We touched and held, I pinched his bum and he gave my nipple a squeeze. Calling unfair, I made a grab for his cock, but he ducked out of the way. "No you don’t!" He warned. "We’ll never get there." Naked and together we kissed quickly, and turned to our task.
I chose a metal cockring, knowing it would keep me semi hard and push my cock forward, emphasised under whatever else I wore. It wasn’t easy to get on since I was already part erect, and with Mike standing watching it was all I could do to get myself through the metal. He murmured his approval, and I saw that he had also opted for the enhancement of a cockring, his a leather snap with metal studs and another snap leather band that separated his balls from his shaft, pushing them down or pushing his prong up. I ran my finger along his shaft and he pushed me away, smiling gently. Knowing I would never get anywhere like this, I turned away from him so I could finish dressing without the delightful distraction he was.
I pulled a soft leather posing strap from my drawer and slid it up and over myself, adjusting my cock so that it lay sideways within the black hide, emphasised by the leather which also enwrapped my testicles close and firm, the rounded orbs clearly visible through the cushioning blackness. Next was my harness. One of my favourites. It consisted of black leather straps that started at a metal ring between my shoulder blades, came over my shoulders and attached to two separate steel circles which sat over each nipple, framing them. These two circles of metal were joined to each other by another strap of leather which lay straight across my chest. Two more wide black bands ran from each of the rings over my nipples, around my ribs to connect to the single ring at my shoulder blades, pulled taut and holding the arrangement in place. From the single circle on my back another leather strap dropped straight down to yet a third metal ring on the small of my back and from that ring two more straps ran around my waist to meet each other at a single ring over my navel. Finally that ring was connected to two slightly narrower leather bands that ran back up to the rings around my tits, so that the leather formed a "V" shape from my navel to my nipples. I adjusted the harness until it felt just right, tight but not constricting, binding me but allowing me to move easily.
I buckled two wide soft belt type straps of leather around my upper arms, just above my biceps, pulling them tight to emphasize the musculature. Then I added long studded leather gauntlets to my lower arms that ran all the way from my wrists to just below my elbows. I pulled on my favourite pair of boots, black leather polished square toes with leather straps around the ankle that joined to two small metal rings, one on the inner ankle and one on the outer ankle. The chaps I chose were also favourites, plain shining black leather, so tight they really gripped at me. They were tied at the back of the waist, and buckled together at the front, with zippers that ran up from the bottom inside each leg to close where the leather finished on my upper inside thigh. I smoothed them into place so I felt comfortable before sliding the zips up, taking the opportunity to run my hands along my own legs and appreciate the glorious feel of tight leather against my skin. Finally, I stood upright and pulled a jacket over my shoulders. It was a small, high design, which only fell to half way down my back so that my lower back and stomach were uncovered except for the black hide of the harness straps.
I turned to face Mike, and my jaw dropped. He was stunning. Clad in the most beautiful leather gear I had ever seen. He wore a dark leather ‘Master’s’ cap on his head with the shiniest visor that fell low over his deep blue eyes. His upper body was encased in a harness of metal and leather. Shining silver chains ran from his back, over his shoulders and down to a central metal ring on his chest. More chains ran around his ribs and back to connect with the shoulder chains. Drawing the shoulder chains together was a strap of black leather that sat halfway between his neck and his chest. From the ring in the centre of his chest a wide black leather strap hung downwards, broken by another metal ring just below the level of his rib cage, then the strap seemed to continue to a third ring at his waist. From each of these lower rings, wide leather bands ran around his to connect to similar rings on his back. Over the whole harness he wore a soft dull leather vest which swung open easily when he moved. He was also wearing chaps over glossy black boots. The boots had silver chains around the lower ankle and another chain which ran down and under the sole. His chaps were shining, like they were polished, and looked as though they had been sprayed onto his muscled legs. They rippled and accentuated every movement he made, seemed to be a second skin that gripped his legs and looked so hot. The line of the chaps ran up to his groin and around, framing his arse which was also encased in shining black leather. Beneath the chaps he wore a pair of black leather shorts, so tight I was amazed he had managed to get into them. His arse and his groin were wrapped in the dark hide of the leather, and I could clearly see the line where the shorts finished just below the edge of his chaps. Even better, I could also very clearly see the outline of his oh so desirable prong. I swore I could make out the ridge of his cut cockhead through the leather shorts, which were held together at the front by a row of press studs instead of a zipper fly.
"Holy fuck!!!!" he exclaimed loudly. I echoed his thoughts myself.
"Are you wearing anything under those shorts?" I asked incredulously, my hand reaching out to touch his manhood through the leather, to feel the hidden strength of his masculinity.
"Only the cockring and separator you saw me putting on." He smiled evilly at me.
We surveyed each other carefully, appreciatively. Each admiring the other, wanting and desiring. Knew we looked good and hell we felt great. "Do you think I should put something over myself to go out?" I asked him, remembering that with only the chaps and posing strap I was literally bare-arsed.
"No way, hunk. I love it." He said immediately. "We may get some stares getting from here to the bar though." And he grinned again.
"I’ll call a cab, get us collected from the front door." I said "No need to walk the streets. This may be an open minded city but there are still some wierdoes out there"
When the cab arrived, we walked out arm in arm, and hopped in, ready for some comment from the driver. But the comment we got surprised us both.
"Wherever you’re going guys, I’ll be there as soon as my shift finishes. Fuck that looks hot!" came the voice from the driver’s seat. The cabbie was a young guy who swivelled around to look long and wistfully at us, adjusting himself as he did. Mike and I looked at each other and grinned wide. I dropped my hand to his lap and squeezed his dick gently, getting a reassuring responding squeeze on my thigh from him. The cab dropped us right outside the bar, and as we sauntered across the footpath a couple of guys further up the street rewarded us with wolf whistles. I was ecstatic, and I could tell Mike was equally pleased and proud.
Inside the bar, it was reasonably crowded but still plenty of room to move around. We settled ourselves at a high table so we could stand and talk and look around at the same time. The place was full of leather and denim. Guys dressed in all kinds of gear, strutting around, or lounging and looking enviously. And we attracted more than our fair share of stares and comments. A couple of times different men approached us with requests or suggestions for threesomes or more, but each time Mike politely turned them down. My heart swelled and I felt so proud and so honoured that not only was I here with this incredibly hot hunk, but that he was not in the least interested in anyone but me, except to show off or admire.
We talked and drank for quite a while, the whole time watching the bar crowd. Whenever he moved I could see the rippling of Mike’s legs through his chaps, and the inviting bulge of his pole in the gripping black shorts. When he went to the bar for a drink I watched as he walked away from me, drank in the sight of his perfect round cheeks framed by the chaps and encased in glossy black leather. And plenty of others watched as he walked as well, so that when he returned to me I felt so proud to be the one he was with. And I also could tell that plenty of attention was directed to me. I happily strutted up to the bar when it was my turn to get the drinks, feeling the stares at my arse, the longing looks directed at me, especially my groin. After one such trip, Mike said to me when I rejoined him "Fuck you look good in that, I can see your cock clear as day, and black as night in that leather, and every other poor bastard in this bar is wishing he was in my shoes right now!" That made me so horny, and I felt so good that I just turned to him and planted my lips over his, kissing him long and hard, letting my hands do some serious exploration right there in front of everyone. As I pulled away he smiled again. Our hands constantly touched, wandered, explored as we talked, showing ourselves off to the patrons, and earning some very appreciative comments as we did.
As the night wore on, and the comments from the other drinkers got more and more explicit, the atmosphere in the place began to penetrate my being. The sight of so much leather, the aroma of the hide and the musky scent of male sexuality had an effect on me. I found myself getting hard and staying that way. Not that it seemed to be a problem - having an erection gave me an unbelievable sense of power and sexuality there in public, for anyone to see, encased in the black leather. Mike felt me up more and more often, and I saw that he too was hard and horny.
"I think it’s about time we ended this public display …." He whispered into my ear. " ….. there’s a few things I want to do that are just for you and me."
"Oh yeah," I responded. "This public exhibition is seriously turning me on, but I don’t think the management would appreciate us doing what I want right now!" I reached again and cupped my hand under and around his balls, massaging the leather clad orbs and delighting in the feel of him and the texture of the leather against my hand. We left as we’d arrived, arms around each other, touching and squeezing as we did. The trip home was a real exercise in restraint as we each fought the urge to attack one another in the back of the taxi. It seemed to take forever to get the front door opened, and as we fell into the house we fell onto each other, kissing, licking, biting, rubbing and squeezing, the built up need finally set free as we found ourselves alone again.
Mike didn’t wait for any invitation, and I didn’t want him to. Our need was intense and heightened by being in each other’s presence. The smell of the hide, the view of his body encased in the shining blackness had me turned on so much. I could tell he felt the same as he clawed at me, his hands covering every inch of naked flesh and leather encased muscle on my body, sending waves of passion through me. Locked together at the mouth, we dragged and pushed each other through the house to the bedroom. Once inside, we attacked each other. My hands felt the trembling of his body as I rubbed and felt the straps of leather wrapped around his torso, explored the sensuous texture of the hide enveloping his powerful legs and firm round butt cheeks. I thrilled to the touch of his fingers against my chest, and the incredible arousal as he squeezed and kneaded my balls and my cock through the strap I wore. Panting with anticipation, I lunged at him again, my hands finding the press studs at his groin, tracing the leather covering of his manly weapon as I undid the shorts front, feeling the powerful sword of his manliness spring out toward me.
I began to peel off the jacket I wore, but Mike stopped me. "NO!" he hissed. "Leave it on, all of it. I’m going to have you, and I’m going to do it in full leather. I want to taste you and feel you and see you wrapped in blackness."
My very soul ached at that. I loved this man so much, and needed him so badly at that moment. Feeling his hardness moist at the tip from the pre-cum that was gathering, I let my fingers follow the length of his shaft until I found the leather restraints around his cock root and balls. Again, I caressed him, rolled those heavy orbs in my fingers as I pulled him against me, covering his mouth with my own and exploring him with my tongue. His hands moved from my arse to my chest, and I thrilled to the feel of his fingers tracing the lines of the harness I wore, then jumped with excitement as he yet again found my pierced nipple and tweaked it firmly. I let out a long moan of appreciation as my head fell back, and I opened my eyes to take in the black clad form of the leather god hovering before me. His azure eyes pierced my soul, and I begged him to pierce my body with his very manliness.
As he pushed me back onto the bed coverings, I indicated a drawer at the side of the bed and he nodded. Taking the lube and the condom from their place, he tore at the foil covering urgently, as he smeared the cool sticky gel around my twitching hole. "Mike …." I called to him, the urgency in my voice obvious. He rolled the prophylactic over his proud weapon so that it glistened in the half light from the other room, matching the rest of his glistening black clad body. Positioning himself over me, he raised my legs until my booted feet were at his shoulders, the dark hide of the chaps gripping at my thighs and framing his upper body. The cap he wore emphasised the brightness of his eyes, and I looked to see the searching point of his cock as he lowered himself to position. As I felt the hardness of his cockhead against my sphincter, I reached for his hips and guided him into me. My hole relaxed as the tip of his steel rod pressed against me, and I dragged myself backwards onto him. Mike gasped as his cock slid into me, and I grunted with the sudden pain of the invasion. The pain quickly mixed with and then was overtaken by pleasure as his turgid dick buried itself inside me.
Impaling myself upon him, I felt the leather of his vest and harness crash against my skin, felt his leather covered balls mash into my arse cheeks. My vision was full of him, leaning into me as he took my willing rectum for his own. My sphincter, assaulted by his weapon, protested and clenched around him, and I reached again to hold him in place. My legs wrapped around his body as my rectum wrapped around his sword and I willed him to take me. Half supporting himself on one hand, his other hand reached forward and twisted at my tit, sending spasms of pleasurable pain through my chest. The ecstasy of his touch combined with the strength of his cock possessed my body. My world seemed centred on two points - my nipple and my arse, and those two points seemed to radiate an incredible feeling of pure male sex throughout my being. Mike trembled atop me, his eyes boring into me as he began to thrust his mighty cock in and out of my willing body. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, he plunged himself into me, and withdrew again to bury himself even deeper. With each motion I clenched and pushed, meeting his rhythm with my own. Before long we became one. A single rocking being, the musk of man sex and leather heavy on us and around us as we fucked.
My leather lover attacked me, and I wanted more. He pounded in and out of me, thumping my body with his own, sinking his steel hard sword into me. We raced each other, grunting and urging, my cock swollen and twitching as I felt his ravage me. The squeaking of our leather harmonised with our grunts and profanities as we rutted, building faster and faster to the peak of joining as our single entity drove itself to the brink. His pounding cock thrust again and again, and my clenching body gripped at him for all I was worth. He fucked me hard, and I fucked him back, our mutual need finding its escape in abandonned lust. The ache of passion built and spread, and I knew I was approaching the abyss. He called to me in a half strangled voice "Neale …. I’m ……. Cuuuuuuu " and then he exploded. His body tensed, his powerful man sword buried itself one last time to the hilt in my hot wet scabbard and he emptied himself into me.
The power of his orgasm shook us both, and at the moment that he erupted my own balls heaved and spewed their load up and out through my red hot poker, my manjuice flying between us, coating us both. We came to a complete stop, not moving except for the simultaneous jerking of our cocks as they jetted load after load of searing white jizz. The world seemed to spin out of control as I surrendered to the total passion engulfing me, lost in the power of the man inside me, yet somehow fully conscious of the incredible black leather that supported us, bound us, and intensified our loving.
As the tsunami of passion receded, my body felt spent but so incredibly satisfied. Mike collapsed against me, his manhood still hard and still buried within me. My legs were wrapped around him, and my arms pulled him down onto me, squelching the remnants of my passion between us. Wordlessly, I looked deep into his eyes, and we kissed. Long, loving, sated. Our kiss the culmination of our spent need, the fulfillment of our joining. Connected to him physically as I was, I refused to let go, wanting him to stay there, buried within me forever. Unfortunately, nature took over, and even as my own tube of male flesh began to flag, I felt his long pole soften inside me. Withdrawing carefully, he removed the latex sheath and flung it away, falling to lie beside me now so we could resume our exploration of each others’ mouth.
Totally exhausted and at the same time exhilarated by the events of the day, by our blossoming love, we fell into the comfort of sleep as we were, side by side, still encased in our empowering leather, needing nothing else to make us completely happy.
To be continued ….
Over breakfast on Sunday morning, Mike and I reminisced on the events of the day before. The pure exhilaration of showing off in the bar, and coming home to make love urgently, powerfully. We discussed the things we had seen in the leather boutique yesterday afternoon, the clothing and toys they offered, and how much we would both like to try some of the things we saw. Our shared appreciation of leather was so mutual, and so strong, that we knew we could discuss anything with each other. The relationship we were building, whilst still only days old, was becoming a powerful bond, and one that I wanted to strengthen and solidify.
"Mike, …" I began slowly, thinking. "how would you feel about getting some things for us to ‘share’? That backroom in the leather shop yesterday really got me horny, and started me thinking. I can’t imagine anything better than making love with you with both of us dressed in full black leathers, but then maybe some of the ‘toys’ they had could be a lot of fun to experiment with too. And it might be nice to have some things that we could call ‘ours’, you know, together. What do you think?"
His piercing blue eyes lit up as his face split into a huge smile. "I think that sounds like a great idea. So good, in fact, that I had already planned to ask you if you wanted to go ‘shopping’ this morning with me. One of those big black dildoes could be interesting, and I wouldn’t mind having another look at a harness I noticed there for you - it was a really full on arrangement with a jockstrap sort of ‘built-in’ to it."
I laughed at the look of anticipation on his face, the smile in his eyes. Reaching to him, I kissed him quickly and gave his cock a squeeze through the shorts he was wearing, finding it already half hard. "What’s this?" I pretended mock surprise.
"Well, just thinking about you and leather and toys is going to get me hard!" he grinned, " … besides, I’m always feeling randy around you. It’s only the degree that varies!" As he said it, his hand closed over my own stiffening tumescence, and we hugged and kissed again. I felt so happy, so comfortable with this man. I knew I could share any fantasy with him without fear or rejection. I slid over against him, turning on the lounge we shared so that my head rested in his lap, and his hand sat lightly on my stomach, his fingers absently tracing circles on my skin. I was so happy, and I realised that this was truly love that I felt for this strong, beautiful man.
"You know …" I looked up, almost lost in those turquoise eyes, " … I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be someone’s ‘slave’. It’s like a deep fantasy that I’ve never shared with anyone, never met anyone I wanted to share it with, until now …" My voice trailed off, waiting for a reaction from him.
"Oh, Neale, …" he looked down at me, his eyes wide, searching. "I can’t tell you what it means to hear you say that. I’ve never told anybody this, but I have always had this secret dream, fantasy, whatever you want to call it, about having a hot man being under my control, so that I could do whatever I wanted to him, with him. And I knew last Friday night just exactly what he would look like - and now he’s lying here in my lap offering what I wasn’t brave enough to ask for!"
I didn’t say a word, just pulled his face down to mine, our lips meeting as we kissed deep and long, enjoying each other’s taste, sharing ourselves as only lovers can. I thought my heart would burst with the feelings I had for him at that moment.
As we dressed, talking excitedly about our ‘shopping trip’ and teasing each other lightly over secret desires and hidden longings, playing the game lovers play with each other, I marvelled at the way we had become so close so quickly. Mike looked at me, becoming serious. "Neale, I love you!" he declared. I smiled into his face. "I love you too, my man." I said, meaning it with all my heart.
We ambled along King Street together, at ease with the world. His hand would occasionally brush my leg, or cup my arse, and I began to fall into the habit of touching him often, on the arm, the leg, the side. It was something I liked and felt so natural, and in this part of town didn’t cause too much comment from others on the street at all. Finding our way into the same leatherwear boutique we’d visited yesterday, the assistant who had shown us the backroom looked up as we entered, recognition dawning. "Gentlemen, how are you?" he asked enthusiastically, sensing a sale. He ushered us quickly into the curtained off area at the back, smiling as he did. Again we examined the toys on offer, picking up different objects and using our imaginations. There was no sense of guilt or secrecy. It was business as usual, except that our purchases were obviously designed for masculine sexual pleasure, and it was this shop’s intent to supply exactly what we may wish for.
Mike chose first a larger than life black rubber dildo. It was moulded into the shape of a realistic erect penis, complete with veins and cockhead, testicles and all. He held it up and looked to me for approval, his eyes uncertain. I smiled widely and nodded, licking my lips and grinning at him when the shop assistant turned away. Seeing his discomfort, and the swelling in the front of his jeans, I went to stand behind him, leaning against him and rubbing myself against his arse, so he could feel my hardon through the denim. Looking over his shoulder in this position, I picked up a butt plug, rubber and black as night, about 15 cm long from base to tip. The ‘point’ was rounded and smooth, and the shaft widened from less than a centimetre to a flange of at least five or six centimetres diameter before quickly shrinking back to a narrow circle against the base. As I held it in front of both of us, Mike whispered "Do you think you could take THAT?"
"I can sure try!" I hissed back, " … but we better get some amyl as well!"
He smiled. "Oh yeah! I’m getting hornier by the second!".
Just then the sales assistant returned, and we tried to hide our excitement, simply handing him the butt plug for adding to our account. Mike added a solid steel cock ring to our collection, and a leather binding strap that was designed to push the testicles down and away from the shaft of the wearer’s cock. "For me." He said as it was wrapped and set aside. Together we spotted, examined and then decided on a set of balls, five of them, each around three centimetres in diameter, strung out on a string, the whole arrangement encased in black latex.
"And this!" Mike declared, moving to the rack of harnesses. He lifted out and held up a set of leather straps. "Can we check to make sure the size is right for Neale?" he said to the assistant. As measurements were made, I checked the harness carefully. It consisted of two shoulder straps that connected at the back at a single metal ring, but met at the front at separate metal circles connected to each other by two steel rods, hinged in the middle to allow some flexibility. The two front metal rings were designed to sit over and frame the wearer’s nipples, and two more black leather straps ran from these to the single ring at the back. At the back, a single leather band fell about 15cm to another ring, then yet another band of leather falling a further 15 cm to another metal ring. At the front, two leather straps were connected, one from each of the rings around the wearer’s nipples, downwards at an angle to two more rings, and from them two more straps connected to a single ring at the navel, so that the leather and metal formed a "V" from nipples to navel. Between the two rings halfway down these straps a silver chain was attached. Leather bands then connected from the two ‘halfway’ rings, and from the navel ring, around the ribs and waist respectively, to the corresponding metal rings on the back, so that the effect was of having three different levels of binding leather wrapped around the body with a double "V" of leather and metal across the front of the torso. The lowest circle of leather which sat just above the hips was actually a series of short leather straps joining metal rings which sat on the front of either hip, and again just above each buttock, to the side. From these rings was suspended a leather pouch-like jockstrap, so that the leather support bands went around the side of the cheeks, and joined just below where the testicles would be to a pouch to hold the wearer’s balls and cock, with the front supports connecting back to the rings at the hips.
I loved it. The whole thing was such a turn on, I began getting very hard right there in the shop, and wondered if I was going to be able to lose that erection before we needed to venture out into public again. Mike looked long at the harness then at me, then back to the harness before turning to my face. "You are going to look so incredible in that!" he stated quietly. "I can’t wait to get you into it, and then get my hands on you!".
While the assistant wrapped our purchases, Mike wandered off to look at some of the larger items on display. His attention was yet again drawn to the sling hanging in the centre of the room. As he did, I picked up a leather paddle - it consisted of two stiff pieces of leather joined just above a leather covered handle - and had the assistant include it in our parcel without Mike seeing. Going to him, I slid my hands up his back and around his chest, squeezing his nipples lightly. "That looks great" I said to him, indicating the sling, " … but I think we’ve bought enough for one day, don’t you?"
"It would look even better with you lying in it!" he said, "… but yeah, enough for today. Unfortunately!"
We paid for our purchases quickly, thanking the smiling guy behind the counter, and drifted back slowly through the main shop to the street, to find a café for a bite to eat before we headed home.
Once we were back at my place, it was time to open our package and begin our journey of discovery. Like two little kids at Christmas, we laughed at each other and our anticipation at the contents of the parcel even though we had only bought it an hour or so ago. Mike pulled out the harness and laid it out on the bed, looking at it and then to me, licking his lips slowly and grinning mischievously at me, the lust not only obvious but matched by my own. He unwrapped and set out the dildo, and the butt plug, running his fingers along each, as my cock involuntarily began to harden. His cockring and ball separator sat invitingly on the covers and I winked at him, saw his jeans bulge and smiled. The string of balls was next, and we looked at each other, and grinned. "This is going to be so hot!" he said as he waved the spheres before my eyes.
There were still two unopened bags. I puzzled over them. One was of course the paddle, but what was the other? I could see Mike’s confusion as well, and he lifted the first package up, undoing the paper. A pair of handcuffs! Mike smiled at my surprise and delight.
"When did you get them?"
"While the guy was wrapping the harness," he said.
"Mmmmm …" I grinned again.
He turned to the other package, finding the paddle. "So we both did a little ‘surprise’ shopping" I said. Mike had a look of uncertain concern on his face.
"Neale … I just don’t know if I’m ready for inflicting pain …" he hesitated.
"I don’t want you to. I’m not interested in pain. I don’t find the S/M thing exciting, and don’t want you hurting me. Look closer at it. A light slap and it makes a loud noise as the two straps bang together, gives the effect without causing any more than a slight tingle."
His face brightened considerably. I held him tightly. "Mike, I want to be your ‘sex-slave’, but I’m not into being hurt. At least, not badly. A little sting might be part of the game. I just thought this might help set the scene for us."
He hugged me back. "Neale, I thought for a second we were on different tracks, but we’re not. You said what it is - a ‘game’. Sex games, for us to share together, but not a serious lifestyle. Once the game is finished, I want us to be lovers, equals, sharing everything."
"Whatever you say, Sir" I pretended to be serious, until he realised I was joking and we laughed easily, together again.
"I think it’s time we tried out some of this new ‘equipment’!" he said, looking evilly at me from the corner of his eye.
Happily, I donned the new harness we had bought, Mike helping me into it. The binding straps of smooth black leather with their smell of newness were firm but felt so good against my skin. As I pulled the leather around me and adjusted it, Mike tightened the straps and let his fingers run along the edges of the leather bands, just touching my skin as he did and sending thrills through me. With the rings set over my nipples, highlighting them, he pulled at the pierced left tit, making me moan with delight. My dick was already hardening as I settled myself into the soft leather pouch which cradled my balls and pulled taut across my cock, and he gave my love pole a squeeze through the leather. The texture of the hide and the aroma of the tanned skin was fantastic. I reached for my chaps as Mike struggled to get his growing erection into the new metal cockring, then pulled his balls down and fixed the snap-on leather band around them, stretching them away from his body. He looked so hot that I stopped dressing myself to watch him adjust himself in the restraint. Mike began to fasten his own harness around his torso as I buckled my chaps together and smoothed the shining black leather against my legs, sliding it into place and zipping up the inside legs. I let my hands run over my own leather encased thighs as I straightened it, revelling in the sensational feel of the leather enveloping me.
Mike also pulled on his chaps, straightening them and settling into them. He had opted to wear no covering over his masculinity, and his proud sword of manliness stood out from his body, already engorged and accentuated by the cockring around the base of his shaft. I quickly pulled on my boots and when I looked to him again he had placed his cap on his head and was reaching for his boots.
"Wait!" I called to him. Pushing him into a sitting position on the bed, I knelt at his feet and slid first one and then the other of his boots onto his feet, doing them up and checking they were properly positioned. He stood up, satisfied. I was still on my knees at his feet. "May I clean your boots for you, Sir?" I asked, looking up at him, his powerful cock hanging over me as I knelt prone before him.
"Go ahead, boy!" he said, and my cock twitched with the excitement his tone of voice stirred in me. I began licking, moistening each foot in turn, polishing his boots with my tongue. Gradually I worked my way up, slurping and kissing his ankles, and then his thighs, shining the leather of his chaps with my mouth as my lips and tongue absorbed the sensations of the leather and delighted in the feel of his muscled legs through the black hide. I breathed in the scent of the leather, tasted it, felt the texture against my tongue and hands as I ministered to my lover’s shining black legs, massaging thighs then calves with my lips. Higher and higher I inched my way up, until I reached the point where his chaps gave way to the naked skin of his groin. I traced the edges of his chaps with my tongue, moistening his skin as I did.
Pulling away for a moment, I found my face level with his jewels, and spotted the first gem of liquid at the slit of his weapon. My tongue darted out and I scooped the sticky fluid from him, tasting him. My tongue began to dance across the top of his cock, then gently along his powerful shaft, feeling the veins, the pulsing muscle. I massaged his testicles with my lips, swallowing each in turn and rolling the firm balls around in my mouth. He let out a long soft moan and I knew I was pleasing the hunk standing before me clad in supple black leather. I worked my way along the edge of his pole, finding and following the line of the metal cockring around the base of his cock, licking and tasting the leather restraint that pushed his balls away from him.
As I knelt before him, I could feel the tautness of the leather harness straps against my upper body, and the firm grip of the tanned black hide wrapped around my legs, the supple leather gripping my groin and creaking as I moved. The sensations flowed over me. The feel of the leather against me, the look of it stretched across Mike’s body emphasising his every movement, the scent of the new leather around me and the worn hide on Mike mixing with the musky buildup of male sex grew stronger and stronger. Unable to resist, I leaned back, looking long at the mighty weapon throbbing inches from my face, and swallowed it. My lips closed around his shaft as my throat enveloped him, clenching at his length as I fought the urge to gag and drew him deep into my gullet. The heat of his erection mixed with my saliva as I worked to coat him in warm moistness. I sucked at his length, letting the edges of my teeth scrape along his shaft and over the sensitive skin at the lip of his cockhead. Bobbing down against him before backing off and diving again. My hands went to his butt, squeezing and massaging his cheeks, feeling the lines of the chaps as they framed his rounded arse. I felt his hands at my head, and suddenly he was pushing himself into my mouth. He thrust and withdrew, thrusting again, his hands firm at my head as he fucked my face with long powerful but measured strokes. I relaxed my throat and accepted the intruding meat as he buried himself in my mouth.
Relishing the forceful invasion I concentrated on slurping and gripping at his cock, as my hands played across his butt, my fingers exploring, finding and tracing the leather band surrounding his ball sac and restraining the heaving nuts within. The pressure on his jewels made Mike hump at me even faster, pounding his pud into my face, taking his pleasure from the heated wetness of my throat. His hands at either side of my head gripped harder as he pushed into my mouth again, then I felt him slow, resist the urge to continue, and ease me away from him.
Mike lifted me to my feet, to stand face to face with him. The sweat glistened on his chest and the leather bands around his body gleamed in the light. His mighty cock, so recently moistened by my saliva, pointed forward, nudging at me and shining while the sheen of the black leather encasing his legs was mirrored in the polish of his boots. Our mouths met, locking together as his hands began to explore my body. I felt the silky touch of his fingers trace the lines of my harness, tweaking my nipple and tugging at the piercing, slowly sliding down to prod at the bulging mass of my leathered tube of manmeat before caressing the hidebound spheres of my balls. The thrill of his touch sent sparks of electricity through me, my body tingling. He turned me around, so my back was to him, pressing forward so that his moist hard prick rubbed against the bare skin of my arse, finding and exploring the crack between my cheeks. His arms encircled my chest as I felt the leather of his harness against my back, the smooth texture of his chaps at my legs. His fingers again attacked my nipples, both pierced and unpierced, and I moaned softly at the pleasure. I felt his breath at my neck, and suddenly his teeth were nipping and biting at the sensitive skin above my shoulders, then pulling firmly at my earlobe.
He let go of my head and began to push me forward, bending me over. His boots at the insides of my feet nudged my legs apart and I almost fell forward, taking my weight on my elbows as I opened myself to him. I felt him move for a moment and then return to position, his hand coming to my face. He was holding a bottle of amyl to me, and I took it from him, unscrewing the top and holding it tight, not yet ready to need its relaxant blood rush. Another cool touch at my rear. He was applying lubricant to my hole, gently opening me with a finger which probed inwards. It was followed by a second digit as he worked my anus, forcing me to relax and accept the foreign but welcome intrusion. His hand withdrew and I tried to turn, but he held me in place as I felt the fingers replaced at the entrance to my body by a firmer, rounder object. The dildo! The solid black head of that artificial cock was lubed and cool as it pressed at me. I willed myself to relax as I felt the pressure behind it. Mike eased it forward, letting me accustom myself to the rounded tip. My hole puckered and flexed. I took a slight draw at the amyl and as I felt the onrush of blood, I pushed back, opening myself. Taking his cue from my reaction, Mike pressed forward again and the head of the dildo popped inside my rectum.
There was momentary pain, which was quickly overborne by a sense of fulfillment as my arse adjusted to the black rubber phallus. The rush of the amyl helped as I squirmed with the discomfort of the invader. As I adjusted to this new sensation, Mike pressed further, easing the shaft of the dildo firmly into me, the head rubbing against my prostate and sending tingles through me. Feeling that rubber dong hit my g-spot, the pleasure hit me like a wave. My man held the dildo firmly as I bucked against it, experiencing incredible feelings as he slid it into me, my hole gripping then relaxing to grip again as it slowly slid into me. Mike pushed again, moving it from side to side and I moaned as the feelings engulfed me. Pulling it back a bit then pushing forward again, Mike whistled as the long black prong entered me. "Fuck that is hot!" he declared. "your arse is opening around a huge black cock, and your chaps are framing the whole thing. I can’t wait to get inside you myself!" His comments served to excite me even more and I pushed back again at the rod within me.
Mike began to move it in and out, each entry pushing a little deeper into my gut. The dildo was long and wide, but I willed myself to accept it, to take it further and further. Taking another toke at the bottle of amyl, I urged him on. My man needed little encouragement, shoving at me again, this time burying the entire length of the fake prong inside me, the hard rubber testicles pressing against my arse cheeks, the solidity of the cock filling me completely. Groaning as the whole thing was buried in me, I began to move back and forward on it. Mike responded by pushing it into me then pulling back and pushing again, moving it from side to side as he did. The waves of pleasure bounded through me and he began to hiss at me.
"Come on, boy, take this … feel the whole thing open your arse … you like it in there, don’t you? … Love having that hot little arse filled with rubber, eh? …"
I followed his lead. "Yes, sir … love that thing in me…need to be fucked Sir … feels so good in there … Oh yeah…" I hissed.
Mike began to really shove the dildo into me now. His hand held tight to the base as he pounded my arse with the dark rubber, his other hand grabbing and squeezing my cock through the leather pouch that was part of my harness. He kneaded my meat, pulled at me as he thrust the artificial cock into my body. His own cock rubbed against my leg. I could feel it hard and strong, against the leather of my chaps, begging to be allowed to attack me. I grunted and groaned, calling out and begging for more.
Suddenly, he withdrew the dildo in one sudden fluid movement, leaving me empty. I gasped at the unexpected cessation of the attack.
"Swing yourself around here, boy!" he demanded. "On your back, now."
I complied, and as I did, he took the handcuffs and slipped one over each of my wrists, attaching them to the head of the bed. I looked up into his eyes, feeling very vulnerable. The look in those deep blue pools reassured me, and excited me. He was playing our game, and just as turned on by it as I was. Standing between my legs, he was a vision in black leather, from the cap on his head to the shining black chaps encasing his powerful legs. The bands of his harness shone and creaked, the whole outfit dominated by his mighty cock rampant at his groin, pushed up and out by the cockring and leather snap he wore. A leather god, about to have his way with me, and I wanted it, wanted him, badly.
He brandished the dildo at me again, holding it up for me to see before lowering it to press against my now empty hole. I flexed and puckered, and he shoved it into me hard and fast, the pain made me gasp, then moan as it disappeared, replaced by pleasure again. Mike held the amyl to me and I took a deep draft this time as he worked the fake prong inside me. Grabbing a condom as he positioned himself, he rolled it down over himself, lifted my knees to his shoulders and pulled the dildo from my arse yet again. Before I had a chance to recover, his cockhead was at my opening. One shove and the cool solidity of the dildo was replaced by the searing living heat of his spear as he buried himself in me. The difference between the two was incredible. The dildo had been exciting, stimulating, enjoyable. Mike’s cock was tremendous, burning, alive. My legs wrapped around his back and my restrained arms struggled in the cuffs as he dropped his full weight against my body, sinking that living monster of manhood deep within my chute. The heat of his weapon filled me, as he took possession of my body. I bucked against him, clenching my sphincter around his thick pole as he thrust and withdrew to thrust again.
His body crashed onto mine, grinding leather into leather. The aroma of sex and hide mixed and filled the air. The texture of the leather rubbed my chest and legs as the latex covered tube of sex pounded me. I pulled at the cuffs, pretending to struggle, but engulfed in pleasure. His face was on my chest, and he sought my nipple, biting and rolling the nipple ring in his teeth as he fucked at me. Falling into a rhythm, he plunged in, pulled back and sank again. My body moved with his, taking him, gripping his manmeat. I grunted and moaned and he responded by fucking me harder and faster. Deeper and deeper he ploughed my hole, using me, taking his pleasure from me, and giving me more pleasure than I thought possible.
The sensation of electricity started at my anus and spread through my entire body. My world seemed concentrated on my hole, until Mike began to massage my cock and balls through the leather envelope in which they sat. He kneaded my tube of flesh, massaged and rolled my nuts as his rock hard weapon invaded my innards over and over again. My body reached new levels of desire as the passion engulfed me, and I called out to him, urging him harder and deeper. He obliged, pounding again and again, burying his sword into me, taking all I had to offer. And as he did, I took him. Opened myself and accepted his steel hardness, begged for more. I needed him, wanted him, and I had him. As he owned my body, I took possession of his masculinity, held it and gripped it, milked it.
Together we bounced and fucked, becoming as one, a frenzied rutting animal. His powerful cock thundering in and out of me, my writhing body his plaything as the tide of passion surged higher and higher. As we approached a crescendo together, he called out to me, warning me. I urged him on, begging him to fill me. With a final crashing thrust he sank so deeply into me I thought I was being split apart, and he shuddered into stillness. As he did, his hand fell to my groin, pulling back at the leather pouch and releasing my throbbing member which he clenched in his hand. Simultaneously, my heaving roiling balls contracted and emptied themselves. I felt the rush of cum filling my cock, unable to erupt because of the vice like grip Mike had on my rod. His entire body went rigid, his long hard meat swelling inside me. I felt the explosion as his balls overcame the restraint around them, and his white hot juice filled the condom, filling me as it did. His grasp on my own pole loosened and suddenly spurt after spurt of white liquid erupted from me, drenching our stomachs. Waves of release crashed over us, and we collapsed into each other, still twitching and emptying, joined physically as we climaxed and subsided as one.
When the power of our orgasm ebbed, Mike lifted his body weight from me, and carefully withdrew. I gripped at his manliness until the last, reluctant to surrender it. Pulling the condom from himself, he flung it away, laying back beside me, and undoing the cuffs from my wrists. Together we recovered, holding each other, our hands playing across the leather and skin of each other’s bodies as our mouths locked in a long tender kiss of shared and sated lust and heightened love.
Feeling totally spent, and so incredibly fulfilled by him, I lay there, drinking in with my eyes the sight of him still encased in shining black leather.
"Mike, you know that was just unbelievable …" I started. "… but, well, … it would be so much better if we didn’t need to use a condom…" I hesitated, looking to his eyes for his reaction.
"Fuck, yes, don’t I know it." He stated emphatically. "I would so much like to make love with you without the need for that…".
We looked again at each other, each deep in thought.
"I was tested about a month ago, and was negative then …" he started hesitantly.
"Same for me, clear only six weeks ago. Have you heard the promotion the Health Department pushes - the ‘TTTT’ for couples?" I asked quietly.
"Talk, Test, Test, Trust" he answered. "Yeah, I’ve heard of it. Talk about your status and feelings together, Test for the virus. Test again in three months. Trust each other to be faithful and not to sleep around. Neale, I love you. I know it’s only been a few days, but I don’t need any longer to know how much you mean to me. Would you consider …"
"Mike, I’ve known since Friday night that you’re the man for me. If it’s too fast, tell me, but I love you and need you, and if you feel as strongly as I do, then I would love to offer total devotion, and trust to you."
His eyes filled with tears as he took my face in his hands and kissed me. "Let’s get tested this afternoon!" he said simply.
Mike and I had gone together to the clinic and both been tested for HIV. Within a week we had the results - both were clear. We had both expected the result, had both been careful for a long long while now, yet it was always still a concern during that time between the test and the result, always a worry that at some time a condom had broken, or the so-called safe oral sex hadn’t been safe after all. Not that the waiting had slowed our sex-life down any. Now that I had found my perfect man, I was making sure that we could be together every possible moment. The excitement of finding ourselves, and finding our shared love of leather, meant that we spent all our time away from work at one or the other’s home, and a fairly hefty slice of our time was occupied with the most wonderful, hottest sex imaginable.
Leather was the binding force, our shared passion, but it was not the only thing that held us together. Mike and I seemed to have so much in common as we discovered over the next weeks. We both loved the same type of restaurants, read the same authors, liked the same movies. There were little disagreements, over minor things like cleaning up around the house - I was a slob, he insisted on tidiness. Or transport. I was dedicated user of public transport, he had a bike which was being serviced the weekend we met, and which I could not bring myself to ride on despite his insistence that it was safe. Still, if we had been identical in every respect it would have gotten boring, like being in love with yourself. And ‘boring’ was one thing he was not!
We had also used the time well in exploring our ‘secret’ desires. Having opened up to each other about our longings to experiment with the "Master/slave" aspect of sex, we had begun to discover incredible excitement in playing our games together, and had started making good use of the toys we had bought that first weekend. Dressed in shining black leather, Mike would use me as his sex object, and I willingly surrendered, as he plied me with any of the toys we had, then took my body for his own, giving us both the most extreme joy. After our first day when my arse had been ravaged by the dildo, we had been eager to try out all of our other toys. The first time that Mike had used the paddle on me was just incredible.
It was several days since we had done our ‘shopping trip’, and the dildo, butt plug and string of balls had all been put to excellent use. Gradually we were opening up a whole new exciting world of leather and sex and submission/domination. One night, at his place, we had skipped dinner in order to indulge in our favourite pastime. Mike was wearing a full harness of the most wonderful gleaming black leather which formed an "X" on his chest with a single wide band connecting the straps around his upper torso to a metal ring around his navel, side straps that circled his waist, and another band of black hide that descended to his groin, disappearing under the band of a shining leather jock. The jock itself had a hole cut in the front so that his huge meat, which I worshipped as often as I could, protruded through the opening, while his heavy nuts were cushioned in a shimmering pouch, which partially hid the silver cockring anchored around the base of his shaft and balls. The brilliant sheen of his chaps framed his groin and gripped his strong legs, rippling with every movement as he stood in heavy boots. A Master’s cap on his head was pulled low, almost obscuring his deep blue eyes. He stood before me, arms crossed on his chest, looking stern. Just his appearance like that was enough to get me extra horny.
I was on my knees before him, the black leather straps of my harness pulled taut around my ribs and over my shoulders, the hide rubbing against my bare skin. The chaps I wore gripped at my legs, almost caressing them as I knelt back on my haunches, the glimmer of the leather encasing my legs reflecting the candlelight from the room. I wore nothing at my groin, my testicles hanging toward the ground between my legs, my cock already hard, with a leather cockring tightly wrapped around the base. Mike’s heavy prong swung in front of my face, pulsing with blood as it anticipated taking my willing hole. The polished blackness of his legs framed the shining black clad orbs beneath his weapon as he stood over me. I ached to take his cock in my mouth, to suck it and lick it, to worship it with my lips and tongue, but he had cuffed my wrists together around one of the bed posts, so that strain as I would I could not get any closer to him than the few inches separating us. He swung his entire body from side to side just a little, making his pole sway past my face, droplets of his manjuice escaping and smattering on my cheeks which I tried to lick up eagerly.
"Like that prong, boy?" he hissed down at me " want it, do you? Want to feel it sliding into that tight little hole of yours? Feel it filling you up and pounding into your wet guts?"
"Yes, Sir. I need it Sir. Have to have it, please Sir, give it to me!" I whimpered, straining again at the handcuffs holding me back.
"Well you’ll have to earn it, fucker! Have to show me you deserve to be fucked!"
The commanding tone of his voice, and the position I was in, almost prone before him, was making me hornier by the second. And I could see Mike was getting right into it as well. His pole was rock solid, jutting out at me and throbbing. His arms were crossed on his chest but I could see his nipples hard and erect as he enjoyed the part of my Master. He lowered his hands, running them up and down his calves as he stared at me. The sight of him caressing himself made my dick jump yet again, and I begged for more.
"Please, Sir, let me service you, worship your man meat, Master …" I grovelled.
"What about these, boy?" his hands surrounded his nuts, pushing the leather envelope forward, the black spheres within clearly outlined. One hand continued to rub his testicles while the other moved to his cock. Stepping closer to me he swung his prick against my face, the hot throbbing head slapping against my cheek. Again, he swung, from the other side. The shaft of his pole connecting with my chin. I lapped my tongue out eagerly, vainly trying to lick at him.
"I told you, you have to earn it boy!" he thundered at me. Lifting me to my feet so the cuffs slid up and over the post, he stood back, keeping himself so close and yet so far. I still couldn’t touch him but I could feast my eyes, and could smell the erotic mix of leather and man musk, driving me wild with desire. He turned me around so I faced the bed, my back to my man. Mike pushed me forward, onto the bed so that I was kneeling with my back to him. Another push and my head went down. Still wearing the cuffs, I had no other way to support myself than to rest my face on the covers, my bare arse high in the air and exposed to him. Suddenly I felt a coolness at the soft entrance to my body. He was applying lube to my hole, massaging it in as he opened me, forcing my sphincter to relax and expand.
"Time you learnt to behave!" he hissed at me, and I whispered into the sheets "yes, sir".
Looking to the side as best I could with my face down, I saw him hold up the butt plug, greasing it well with the sticky goo of the lubricant. My cock twitched and my hole puckered involuntarily at the sight. The anticipation of being invaded by that huge black rubber cone drew a moan from me. The pain it brought, followed by the pleasure, was something I had already known, but wanted again. Desperately. Mike nudged the point of the plug to my skin, letting it rub at the top of my butt and slide along the crack of my arse towards my twitching pink target. As I felt the point of it touch at the outer rim of my anus I realised that my Master was leaning forward. In his hand Mike had the open bottle of amyl and he held it close to my nostril, knowing I would need it. I breathed in deeply, and willed myself to relax. As the rush began to hit, I lifted myself a fraction. He knew the signs, and seeing my signal, Mike began to push the solid black plug into me.
I felt the tip force my muscles aside, the penetration beginning. Expertly guiding his toy, Mike eased the plug from side to side, all the while pressing further into me. The first few centimetres were a breeze, as the narrow point made its way past my ring, bringing an enjoyable sensation of being filled and prodded. Deeper he pushed, further into me the cone was forced. As it filled me, the widening circumference stretched my hole, gradually but firmly opening me wider and wider, resisting the increasing protests of my sphincter. I gasped as the pain increased, trying desperately to accept it, willing myself to take the monster. Mike eased back, stopped his pressure, but did not let the plug move at all. Instead, he positioned himself so that he was standing behind me, with the base of the butt plug sandwiched between his pelvis and my arse, over half of it already buried within me. I could feel the pressure at my hole, and jumped as he flexed his dick, making it bounce up between my legs, nudging at my balls. The sensation was so erotic and my discomfort was forgotten as his cock kissed my nuts. Keeping his lower body in that position, he leaned forward again to allow me another draft of the amyl. My rectum was already becoming accustomed to the unyielding black rubber holding it open, and the pain was ebbing quickly as the pleasure of being filled increased. When the second wave of stimulant washed through me Mike was ready and waiting.
The muscle relaxant effect of the drug let my rectum release its grip at the plug, and instantly he pushed again. The rush of blood which heightened every sensation allowed me to relish the feeling as the plug filled my bowel, and the stretching of my sphincter continued. Wider and wider I was opened as he pressed the toy into my body. The pain returned, increased. I felt as though I was being split apart, would have to burst as the butt plug reached its widest point, opening my ravaged arse beyond endurance. Hissing and gasping I forgot everything else but the searing ache centred on my pucker. Then, in an instant, relief. Mike eased the plug through and it was suctioned into me, my muscles closing tightly around the narrow point at the base behind the flange of the plug. As it filled me totally, an amazing sense of completeness descended. My entire insides were plugged, literally, and there was a satisfaction in the solid mass occupying me. An urge to try to expel it came upon me, but there was no way I would be able to push it back out, and I willed myself to accept and enjoy. My struggling, twitching sphincter was still held open, but not to the extent it had been stretched, and I began to enjoy the lack of control I had over the normal operation of my lower body.
"Good boy!" Mike said loudly, in an approving tone. I smiled at him, turning my face against the covers again. He reached down and lifted me back, so that, still kneeling, I was upright at least. Moving was surprisingly easy given the massive black rubber prod buried inside me. It filled me completely, and I felt that my entire innards were being massaged by the solid black rubber. Mike turned me to face him again, kissing me hard as his tongue explored my mouth. His hands roamed over my body, caressing the skin and massaging the leather I wore, the texture smooth against his palms. My hands were still cuffed together, but my mouth eagerly responded and I kissed him long and hard, filled with passion and delighting in the sensations assaulting me from the plug sunk deep within. His tracing fingers found my nipples, and he pinched firmly. The new burst of pain made me jump, then shocks of erotic pleasure shot through me, radiating from my tits to join with the waves of sensation rolling up from my gut. He pulled hard at the piercing in my left nip, but rather than hurting, it made me gasp with enjoyment.
"So my boy likes being plugged, does he?" Mike asked in a soft growl. "Opened you up nicely, it did. Split that tight little pucker wide, and swallowed the whole thing. Maybe you like it better than my cock?"
"Oh, no, Sir!!" I hissed quickly, my cock twitching again, my arse aching with pleasure/pain. "I need you, Sir, want your massive pole rammed inside me Sir, so much better than some artificial bung."
"I didn’t hear a ‘please’ in there, boy!" he hissed sternly. "I think a little more punishment is called for."
Backing off the bed, he pushed me forward again, so my head was down, my filled, plugged arse aimed at the ceiling. Standing behind me, he grabbed the base of the butt plug and twisted, sending shockwaves through my body again, making me gasp. The thrill of the motion wracked my arse with sensational pleasure. I sensed him moving around behind me but couldn’t see what he was doing. Suddenly, ‘WHACK’ - a cracking sound rent the air, as I jumped with the bite of the paddle. He had slapped it down on my bare arse cheek. The unexpected sting had made me jump, made my rectum flex hard against the plug holding me open. Indescribable feelings engulfed me, and I moaned long and low.
"Are you okay?" I heard the concern in Mike’s voice.
"Yes, absolutely. It only hurts like a quick sting, but the sound, and the feeling with the plug is just so hot! Keep going, ‘Sir’, I love it." I reassured him.
Taking heart from my reassurance he fell back into his role. "You need to learn your place, boy!" he ordered. Another slap on my bare arse cheek, and more waves of pleasure. The sound as the leather paddle connected with my skin was like the crack of a whip. The tingle was surprisingly light, but the combined effect was unbelievable. It seemed to accentuate the feelings within, to concentrate my pleasure at my rear. Again, he lowered the paddle, this time connecting with the back of my thighs, leather against leather, a creak and a crack as I jumped again, and twitched. It was one of the most erotic sensations I had ever known. Again and again Mike wielded the double leather wings of the paddle. As he slapped it against my legs, my butt, my back, my cock twitched and leaked, my insides rubbed and massaged by the plug. His cock swung and leaked, spraying droplets of pre-cum over me, searing spots of juice that speckled my body and the leather I wore, getting him more and more excited.
The excitement built quickly within us as we played our roles. Mike slapped and watched, fascinated by the butt plug filling my arse and the slaps of the paddle. But his need was urging him on, and increasing. Leaving the paddle aside, he reached again for the plug, gripping the base and jiggling it within me. I moaned again. The bottle of amyl appeared at my nose and I drew deeply. The rush of blood hit fast, my level of excitement already so high. As I began to squirm, he gripped the base of the plug and pulled, slowly but firmly. I pushed out as he did, feeling my hole stretch almost to tearing again, reeling as the combination of sensations assaulted me. Then it was through. The wide flange past my sphincter muscle, and the cone sliding slowly outward, as my body closed around it again, feeling the emptiness as I expelled the black rubber plug.
Mike eased it completely out of me, placing it aside. Another ‘whack’ and my arse tingled again. "Yes, Sir, please, Sir" I begged. "take me Sir, please, fuck me…"
I heard the tearing of the foil, felt the slickness of the latex as his cockhead pushed against my hole. After the stretching from the plug, there was little resistance, which was just as well, since Mike was rampant now, needing to be inside me. He sank his long hard pole into me in one unbroken motion, not stopping until his pelvis crashed against my cheeks. My arse still pointed high, my face pushed into the linen and my hands cuffed together, I could not move. He pounded himself into me, then pulled back almost until he withdrew before lunging forward again. My filled then emptied body welcomed him, needed him to fill me again. I gripped at him with my arse, revelled in the pumping force of his body as he rammed in and out. He found a rhythm, thrusting in and out, plunging hard then pulling back to drive forward again. It was rough, powerful man sex and I thought I would explode. As he continued his assault I pushed back to meet him as best I could, clenching as he backed off, meeting his motions. ‘Whack, whack’. Electric shocks shot through me as the paddle again descended on my cheeks, on my thighs. Each slap of the leather paddle served only to make me even more needful. We bucked and humped as he fucked me, fucked like there was no tomorrow.
Bouncing on me, taking possession of my body, his fleshy sword impaled me, rent my innards. I felt his fingers at my back, felt him grab hold of the harness I wore. Using his grip for leverage, he pulled at me, wrenched my whole body back onto his throbbing dagger which pierced my body, shoving himself at me as he dragged me onto himself. The paddle rained tingling blows down on me as I gasped and groaned, wild and sweaty. The aching power of my passion grew, spreading from my arsehole, through my butt and legs where the stinging slaps landed, engulfing me entirely. Nearing the peak, I called out "Oh fuck yes, Sir, yes Master, fill me, fuck me hard. Use me, Sir, shove that fuckpole into me!"
Whether it was the words I yelled or just that he had hit his plateau at that moment I didn’t know, but Mike suddenly screamed out a strangled " uuuurrrmmmnnnhhhhh UNNNHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! ".
One final crack as the paddle hit the side of my thigh. Luckily it was protected by the leather chaps, because it came down much harder than before. Gripping my harness, he slammed himself at me, pulled me back at him with all his strength. His steel hard, blood engorged weapon impaled my body, burying itself deep within as he gasped and trembled. The searing heat of his cum filled the protective sheath, swamping him as he emptied himself into me. My arse clamped tight over his masculinity as my balls heaved and white hot juice poured from me, soaking the bedclothes as my entire body spasmed with the force of my climax. Again and again my cock erupted. Shudder after shudder rocked me as Mike’s essence flowed into me, slowly lessening until he trembled to stillness, then collapsed on top of me, pushing us both down into the pool of mancum I had created below us.
I knew the paddle had been a great buy, and that we would get plenty more use out of it, as we recovered together, kissing and smiling, drenched, sticky and sated.
The time had gone quickly. It seemed as though we had just met, were still finding our way, and at the same time had been together forever, made for each other. I found it hard to reconcile the two yet just accepted it, and loved my man. We were spending so much time together it seemed crazy to maintain both houses. Most of the time we were at my place, simply because it was that much bigger than his rented flat. It occurred to me that since we were living together we should actually ‘live’ together, and made up my mind to ask him if he would move in that night.
I called him at work that afternoon, to see whether we would meet at his place or mine. It was Friday and we were looking forward to the weekend again, another two full days together.
"Come to my place," he said, "I need to grab some clean clothes and check my mail. Then we can make some plans!"
I finished a little earlier than usual, and got the train straight to his place rather than going home first. We had managed to build up a collection of clothes at each house, which sometimes got confusing, not knowing where a particular shirt or jeans were. Yet another reason to move in together, I thought to myself. He was pulling up on his bike just as I arrived, and he jumped off, removing his helmet and planting a big kiss right on my mouth. I threw my arms around him, holding tight, and smiled into his blue eyes. He pulled away from me and took hold of my hand, pulling me toward the front door. We stopped at the entrance as he grabbed a handful of envelopes from his letter box, then headed in.
"Mike, get changed and I’ll make us coffee," I called to him, heading for the kitchen. "I want to discuss something with you, something important."
"Okay, man," he called back absently as he disappeared, looking at the bundle of letters in his hand.
I settled myself on the lounge, hoping he would be ready to move in, would accept my offer for us to live together. For some reason, I still wondered if he would feel we were moving too fast, yet it had been almost three months now, and I knew I was certain of my love for him, and felt he was just as sure.
"Oh FUCK!!!!!!" Came a loud exclamation from the bedroom. I looked up, concerned. "Look at this!!!!" he fumed, throwing a letter to me. He was obviously upset about something. I picked up the offending paper, not sure if I wanted to know what the bad news was. It was a letter from the real estate agents who managed his block. A termination notice! The owner of the flat had returned from interstate, and wanted to move back in. Mike’s lease was up, and he had to move out. The sooner the better. I smiled a huge grin.
"It’s not a joke, Neale!" he said, looking at me. "Where the fuck am I supposed to move to. Rents in this area are sky high, and places hard to find!"
"My love …" I stood and held him, kissed him quickly and looked him squarely in the face. "I had made up my mind to ask you tonight if you would consider moving in with me. It just seems to me like a sign, like fate, that this arrived today. Would you make me the happiest man alive by moving in, by sharing your whole life with me?"
His eyes lit up, then filled with moisture. His grin spread slowly until it stretched from ear to ear. "Oh, Neale , YES!!!! A thousand times ‘yes’. Of course I would. I’d be honoured and proud to be your partner. I didn’t want to ask, didn’t want to seem to be pushing."
I laughed with him. "And the only reason I hadn’t asked you to yet was that I was worried you might think I was moving too quickly!"
Mike contacted the agents the next day and told them he would be moving out immediately. They were happy to accept this, because they had expected a fight, and a delay of weeks. So they even let him out of the final rent payments. We hired a van the next morning and roped in a few friends - yes we had managed to let our various friends know what had happened, and most of them were absolutely delighted for both of us. Certain boxes had to be moved by just us of course! While we weren’t hiding our love of leather, there were some toys that you just didn’t show your friends. Over a very busy and exhausting weekend we accomplished the move, and settled Mike into what was now OUR home, sorting furniture and squeezing where necessary, deciding what we would keep and what could be donated to one of the AIDS charities from each of our stuff.
I was ecstatically happy to be living with him. All my dreams had come true. There was only one thing left, and that was our final test. It had been three months, and off we went again to the clinic. The week between testing and getting the results flew as we ran around doing all the things necessary to complete the move, changing addresses, notifying friends and relatives, sorting furniture etc. Finally it was time to go back.
"You’re both clear!" A simple statement from the nurse, that meant so much. We hugged and kissed right there, and smiled and thanked him over and over again.
Back at home, OUR home now, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, hugging, kissing, holding each other close. There was sense of something between us, a feeling of specialness. I took him in my arms for the thousandth time, unable to get enough of him, wanting to squeeze him, to become a physical part of him. He was the same with me, constantly touching, looking, loving.
"Neale, I can’t find the words to say this right, but I just feel so incredibly lucky, so wonderful."
"I know, I feel the same. It’s like we have a whole new world, a new life for just the two of us."
He smiled at me with those wonderful deep blue eyes. "Our own special place. No more empty nights."
"No more nameless sex ." I responded.
"Pure, guiltless love between us, sharing everything, AND …"
"Never needing to worry about a condom again!" I laughed with him.
We held each other again, and headed into our new life arm in arm.
Mike and I didn’t make love that night. After rushing around all week, moving him in and making all the usual adjustments, we were tired out. Added to that, the stress of the HIV test and the waiting and wondering, even though we expected the good news, had drained us both. When we were both given a clean bill of health, it felt like the weight of the world had lifted from us. We were ecstatically happy, but both exhausted. Over a light meal we chatted together, making plans and discussing our future, but the yawns became more frequent and the limbs ached. By unspoken agreement we collapsed side by side in bed, falling asleep almost instantly, wrapped in each other’s arms.
The next morning, Saturday, dawned bright. The world seemed to be in tune with us, everything new and shining. We made our way up to King Street, finding a table on the footpath at our favourite coffee shop, and settling down to watch the passing parade. This was becoming a habit for us and the regulars nodded as they passed. We talked happily, touching and leaning together for a stolen kiss from time to time. It was just as we kissed again, quickly, that the voice boomed down.
"Leave it out!" Looking up quickly, expecting some kind of argument, we found James, one of Mike’s friends, towering over us. We had met each other’s friends, had been welcomed by all, but I sometimes found this particular guy a bit of a pain in anything more than short doses. I’d mentioned it to Mike, wanting to ensure that nothing came between us, and he’d confided that James was an acquaintance rather than a friend, and he felt the same as I did towards him.
"You two are becoming such a couple. Just so terribly boring and suburban." He spat the words out as if they were something foreign and distasteful. "We’re all going to Caesars’ tonight. How about coming along instead of locking yourselves away together like you’ve been doing lately?"
Mike leaned over and whispered in my ear. I laughed out loud, stifling a bellow. "What’s the secret?" James demanded.
"Never mind. You’ll see tonight." Mike said. "We’ll be there around 10, okay?"
"Okay!" he said. Heading off up the street he had the look of someone who had accomplished a difficult and onerous task.
I turned to Mike. "Are you serious?" He had whispered to me that we should arrive in full leather, really show them just how ‘suburban’ we had become.
"I’m game if you are" he defied me.
"Okay, but they’re your friends, remember!"
*********
That night we contemplated getting ready about 9 o’clock. I looked at Mike, drinking in the sight of his wide shoulders and firm round butt. He always looked so good, I loved staring at him, even better when he was in leather. "Are you sure you want to go to Caesars’ with all your friends around in full leathers?" I asked. "You know they don’t feel comfortable around ‘leathermen’ and they don’t have any idea about us."
"You bet I do." He said emphatically. "It’s not like we’re ‘in the closet’ or anything. For godsake, they’re all gay and all our friends. If they can’t handle what we love, then do we really want to call them friends?"
"Okay, stud!" I laughed, "You made your point, and I agree with you, I just don’t want to see you regretting anything."
He held my face in his hands, becoming serious. "As long as I have you, I’ll never regret another thing, ever!" His deep blue eyes bored into me and I melted at his touch.
As we prepared for our big outing, we laughed and joked, kissing, touching and rubbing against each other. Despite his defiant stance, and determination to show his friends just how NOT ‘suburban’ we were, I managed to convince Mike that bare arses and pouches were really not the go. This place was just a normal bar, I reminded him, and we could run foul of dress regulations with our butts on show. We settled for a compromise, and dressed in almost identical outfits. Black leather riding jackets with straps on the shoulders, over tight white T shirts. Over the flimsy cotton of the shirts we wore basic harnesses of four straps, two over the shoulders, two around the ribs, connected front and back to a single metal ring. Shining, soft leather pants under firmer chaps meant that the effect was still there, but we were covered enough to comply with the ‘decency’ laws. Even so, his gorgeous arse filled those jeans so well as they gripped him tight as a second skin, and the long black tube of his outlined manhood beckoned me. I leaned and squeezed his prick through the leather of the jeans.
"What will they say when I keep getting an erection?" I asked.
"They’ll be jealous as hell!" he replied, grinning evilly.
At the appointed time, we made our way into the bar, arms around each other. Spying his group in a corner, Mike squeezed my leathered arse for final encouragement, and strode towards them, calling out. In the gear we wore, there was no point in trying to sneak around or look inconspicuous! As he loomed up, larger than life, I wished I’d had a camera to record the varying looks on their faces. Shock, disbelief, lack of recognition were the first reactions. As it dawned on the mob that Mike and I were who we were, the faces changed. Some raised eyebrows in amazement, one at least turned away in disgust. Surprisingly enough, I saw at least three of them stare long, taking in the entire picture with envy and appreciation.
After the initial shock, the evening went remarkably well. Only one - James, who had accused us of being boring, and had been the reason for us gearing up - openly disapproved and walked away, refusing to be associated with us. It turned out that the low opinion of him was fairly widespread among the group. Most of the others complimented us on the shock value, and the guts to show ourselves. There was a bit of easy bantering, some joking around at our expense, but nothing serious, and we enjoyed ourselves with them, feeling more at ease now that we didn’t need to hide the fact that we both enjoyed being in leather. And two of the guys commented to us at different times that they had often wondered what it would be like, wanted to experiment. We suggested they just get out and do it, but there was no way we were interested in ‘sharing’. The leather was for us, just the two of us, together.
After a few hours, Mike looked at me and winked. "Time for us to go. Being so suburban and all, we need to get home. Besides, Neale has to get me back home and tie me onto the rack before he whips me for being a bad boy!" he announced in a stage whisper. The group laughed, more lewd comments following after us as we made our exit.
"That idea of the rack might be fun, as long as I’m the one tied onto it!" I teased him as we headed home.
Once we stepped inside the house, Mike dropped behind me. Following me into the bedroom, he slapped my leathered behind loudly. "Now, what was that comment about a rack, boy?" he growled in mock anger. "We may have to see about getting a rack, just to teach you some manners! Strip those pants off that tight little arse of yours, and get on your knees and beg me to forgive you." The commanding tone of his voice sent shivers up my spine.
Hurrying to do as I was told, I quickly changed so that instead of squeaking against my leather jeans, the chaps gripped firmly against my bare skin, the black gloss of the pouch cradling my cock and balls now in full view and ready to please him. Mike had shucked off the jeans and t-shirt at the same time, choosing a new jock, one which consisted of no more than a leather cup which held his nuts in soft dark hide. His long, powerful tool swung free, restrained only by the cool steel of the cockring he wore, silver against his dark pubic hair. I still had on the white cotton T under the harness encasing my torso. As I stood up from re-adjusting the chaps he grabbed me, his strong hands gripping the straps of the harness as he pulled me toward him.
"I think it’s about time you learnt some respect, boy!" He hissed at me. His eyes bored into me from under the lowered shining visor of his cap. I trembled to his touch, to the closeness of his face and the warmth of his breath.
"Yes, Sir" I mumbled quietly, falling into the role of his slave boy easily, my dick hardening as I did.
Without warning, he clasped the material of the shirt I was wearing, on the left side of my chest, and yanked hard. The flimsy cotton tore like paper, the sound of the ripping searing my ears and sending pulses of excitement through me. With my skin exposed, I lowered my head, glimpsing the flash of light on the silver ring through my left nipple. Mike’s fingers closed around the piece of metal and he twisted, lightly but firmly, pulling as he did. The pain was minute, the pleasure incredible, and I moaned out loud as my cock twitched inside the leather envelope of my pouch. It felt like the nerve endings in my tit were connected directly to my dick. I was instantly hard as a rock. My Master smiled at me and pulled again.
"Fuck yeah, that’s what I like to see!" he said quietly, his prong dancing, droplets of pre-cum spraying onto my legs as it did. Another ripping, and the remnants of the white shirt I had worn were tatters, clinging to the edges of my harness. Excited and horny, I could not resist, and my own hands went to his nipples, pinching and pulling at the tiny erections standing out on his chest. He groaned and threw his head back as I did, his mighty weapon grew even harder, bouncing in front of me. "Oh yes, boy, fuck that’s good’ He declared as I tweaked and pulled at his tits. Mike’s hands reached for my head, pulling my face to his chest. Happily I began to suck and bite at him, taking the hard brown skin between my teeth and nibbling lightly. My tongue flicked out to lick at him, bathe his nubs in warm moisture. He felt so good, tasted so manly as I suckled at him like a baby.
My palms slid down his back, following the lines of his harness as I felt the smooth leather beneath my fingers. I traced the lines of his chaps around and below his firm buns, delighting in the warmth of his skin and the coolness of the hide. He pushed my face lower and I reluctantly let his nipples free, licking my way down his firm rippled abdomen. I tasted the leather of his chaps as my chin brushed against the solid muscle of his engorged penis. Licking and slurping across his pelvis, I found my target and nibbled softly at the head of his pole. Scooping the droplets of jism from his slit, I savoured the salty sweetness of him. My lips closed softly around his cockhead and my tongue massaged his glans, tracing the edge of his flaring skin then exploring the shaft of turgid flesh behind.
Gently, resisting the urge to gag, I opened my throat and swallowed the monster cock. Gradually, my mouth working overtime to coat him in saliva, he slid into me. As my nose came to rest against his pubic hair, my throat constricted around his meatiness. Mike pulled my face away with his hands, then pulled back again, beginning to thrust at my gullet as he moaned quietly with the attention my mouth gave. For three or four minutes he humped at me, fucking my face slowly, sensuously as I slobbered and suctioned at him, worshiping his maleness. Without warning, he pulled my face away from himself.
"On the floor, boy!" he ordered, pointing down. "I want you on all fours. Spread those legs and stick that pretty little arse in the air. Time it got a workout!"
I hurried to obey, the anticipation building and making my already hard cock throb even more. Obviously not fast enough for him though. ‘SLAP’ as his palm landed on my bare butt. My skin tingled and my body twitched from the brief sting. I quickly got into position, on my knees which were spread as far apart as I could manage, the majority of my weight on my elbows, my head almost at floor level and my puckering hole exposed and lifted to him.
"Nice view" he commented with an evil grin in his voice.
"Thank you, Sir" I stammered out, wondering what he had in mind. No need to wonder for long. The next thing I knew, my arse hole was being lubricated, Mike smearing the cool gel across my entrance and inserting his fingers to massage it into my sphincter, opening me as he did. I relaxed to take the slender digits, feeling him enter me and play with my anus. Pressing further he found my prostate, rubbing the knot of nerves gently. I moaned out loud with the pleasure that raced through me, bucking backward against him.
"Like that, do we? What else would you like in that tight little arse?" His voice menacing and exciting, needing no reply. I heard him move about, reach for something. Again, a touch at my rear, but it wasn’t the point of his finger, or the warm hardness of his cock. Solid, round. A jiggling sound, and I knew … the string of balls! Mike pressed the first one against my lubed anus and I tried to relax as the rounded shape begged entry. Pushing back, opening myself, I felt the muscles of my sphincter give as the sphere of black rubber made it’s way past the muscle and popped inside, my arse clamping tight behind it, only the connecting latex enclosed string visible. The momentary discomfort as it entered was immediately replaced by a satisfying filled sensation, and a strange, erotic pulling as the rest of the string and other balls remained suspended outside my body.
He knelt behind me. I could feel the heat of his body close to me as he leant forward to concentrate on the task at hand. Another ball was fed up to my flexing hole as Mike eased it into me, moving it from side to side as I opened myself to the solid shape. Again, a feeling as though I was emptying my bowel, and then tingles of pleasure as the second ball slipped into my rectum. The sense of being filled increased, and I moaned quietly. A long "mmmmmmm".
"Like that boy?" my Master whispered from behind. "Looks good from here! Keep it up my little slave."
Yet another ball was presented to the pink puckering bud of my arse. I pushed back to meet it, to feel the force as Mike urged it against me, steadily holding it until my hole opened and accepted, with a rush this time the third of the string of round toys disappeared within my willing body, drawing the connecting string behind it. I could feel the remains of the latex covered string pulling through my clenched sphincter. Mike let the final two balls drop from his hands, and they swung from my body, pulling against me and their partners still held within. The sensation as they bobbed around was incredible, sending twinges of pleasure through me with each swaying movement. Mike sat back on his haunches behind me.
"Fucking hell! That is so hot, looks fucking horny!" he declared loudly. A slap landed on my upturned arse cheek, making me twitch and sending even more waves of ecstasy through me as the balls swung in response. I groaned out loud, unable to contain the pleasure I was feeling.
"Please, Sir," I begged, "give me more, Sir"
Mike leaned into me again. "Okay, boy" he said, eagerly. The fourth ball was held against me and jiggled into position. With my Master pushing it against my opening, I pushed back, willing myself to relax. With the three already filling my rectum, getting the next two inside was a little less easy. As I tried to accept them, Mike’s free hand reached under and began to gently massage my testicles. The feeling of his hand on my nuts, caressing me through the cushioning leather, was amazing. As I writhed at the touch, the next ball slipped inside me. At that point, Mike proved himself a true Master at manipulating me and giving me pleasure. As the final round shape was pushed into my willing but full anus, he continued his playing with my nuts, squeezing and coaxing, his hand drifting up to grip at my raging hard-on before returning to my leather encased jewels. With the hand that he used to urge the string of toys inside me, he pushed and prodded at my sphincter, his fingers massaging the muscle to relax me.
Finally, the entire string of orbs disappeared into my hungry body. As it did, a sense of being literally stuffed overcame me, waves of satisfying pleasure peaking in my gut and rolling through the rest of my body. Involuntarily, I gasped " uunnhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhh …"
Mike remained kneeling behind me. He let out a long low whistle as the last ball was swallowed by my body, holding the trailing edge of the string to keep from losing it completely. Muttering words of encouragement and vague obscenities, he pulled gently at the string, making the balls heave and jiggle in my guts. His hands continued playing with me, grabbing at my nuts and my throbbing cock, or massaging my abdomen, making the balls within roll and sending incredible stirrings of pleasure throughout my filled cavern. I grunted and groaned as he did, enjoying the sensations coursing through me. He landed another slap on my exposed rear and I yelped with delight as my body jerked, pulling at the string trailing from me to his hands. He toyed with me, his ‘toy’, yanking at the balls, at my body. He ran his hands over my bare arse cheeks, down my thighs, caressing the leather of the chaps. He squeezed at my hide enveloped groin and pulled at the straps of my harness, tweaking my pierced nipple yet again. I writhed in pleasure, squeals of joy escaping from me as he played me like a musical instrument.
"Oh fuck, I’m getting so horny watching your little arse wiggle around with those balls in there!" he said. "Time for me to take their place." With that he steadied himself, and began to exert some serious pressure on the connecting thread of latex protruding from my anus. I felt the solid mass of the balls being dragged against the inside of my sphincter, and settled down to relax and expel them. Mike was eager now, and his urgency translated to his actions. Pulling steadily, the string connecting the balls went taut, and my protesting hole gave way. They popped out of me like gunshots, helped along by a horny grinning Mike. The opening, clamping and opening again left me breathless as my insides were emptied, wrenched from within. Gasping and panting I steadied myself as the last orb exited my hole and my Master dropped them to the floor.
As he flung the toy to one side, he reached around my body, holding me tight with his own weight bearing down on me. I could feel the heat of his exertions, and the leather of his harness against my back as his arms bear-hugged me. His hungry, swinging tool slapped against my balls and droplets of jism spattered onto the leather pouch I was wearing.
"Are you ready, boy?" he growled, and I nodded eagerly.
Positioning himself behind me, his cockhead nudged the still tender hole of my arse. More cool gel was smeared onto me and onto the weapon poised at my entrance, and then he pressed forward. The feeling was indescribable. I had always guessed that a naked flaming cock would feel different from the best lubricated condom covered pole, but I was unprepared for just how amazingly wonderful he felt. His wide cockhead slid smoothly between my sphincter, popping inside as I clamped around him. There was no sense of friction at all, but a joyous warm rod of flesh which invaded my aching accepting body. I relaxed and wrapped myself around him as he sank into me, pleasure engulfing me as my cavern was filled yet again.
Mike’s long strong meat filled me, inching in steadily. I moaned with happiness as he entered me. The heat of his rod was glorious and he grunted as he buried himself completely inside my body. "Fuck!!" he gasped, "that feels so incredible." Joined together, truly connected without the barrier of latex, we rocked back and forth together. He thrust into me, then pulled back to thrust again. With my arse high and my head down, I bucked against him, enjoying the thrill of his naked cock attacking my innards. His knees between my own, his leather clad thighs pressing against my hide bound legs, he leaned over and embraced me, holding me tight as he humped into my arse. The creaking rubbing of our leather joined with the slurping wetness of his assault on my hot cave. His arms were around my ribs, under my chest, his hands on my shoulders as he fucked at me and we became a sole rutting animal. His thrusts shoved me forward on the floor, and then he yanked me back again onto his raging prong, pounding it deeper and deeper into me, harder and harder, using all his strength to ram at me and pull me back against him.
His breath became shorter as the ache of urgent passion built within me. The pleasure banging into my arse was intense, and radiated to my body as I tingled with pleasure, my nerves ringing with joy. I was getting closer and closer to the point of no return. I sensed a change in his rhythm and he eased back, still sunk within me.
"Yeah, fucker," he hissed, "take this cock hard, boy!"
"Yes, Sir, fuck me Sir, please" I begged back at him.
With that, his weight shifted. Without letting himself leave my bowel, he lifted his feet so that he now crouched over me, standing with his knees bent as my arse pointed to the sky. Gripping the back straps of my harness, he was able to use the leverage to begin to really pound into me with all his strength. Fucking down at me, his steel hard cock pounded into my arse. Pulling me up at him and then dropping me as he withdrew, to shove downward again, his strangled voice commanding me to take his raging pounding masculinity. Crushed beneath the force of his frenzied fucking, all I could do was accept the thumping strokes as he pierced my body with his inflamed dagger. Like a sword of flesh, his maleness stabbed into me, burying itself to the hilt in my writhing hole as he took possession of my being. Still crouching over me, humping down at me, his hands came around my body, and found my chest. As his tempo increased and he fucked harder and faster at me, his fingers located my nipples, and his left hand seized my piercing, tugging at the silver ring and twisting it. The sensational pain and pleasure that rocked my body from his touch sent me over the edge. I called out a strangled "UUNNHHHHH" as my nuts exploded. My ravaged sphincter clamped hard around the pole of pleasure filling me and I trembled and shuddered before the skyrocketing orgasm swept over me. Load after load of cum erupted from my cock, filling the pouch and swamping my flesh with hot wetness, spilling onto the floor beneath me.
As I surrendered to the overwhelming crash of my own climax, Mike screamed with delight as my arse clamped around his pounding meat. With the full force of his weight and strength, he shoved hard into me, trembling and shaking. I heard him gasp, felt his rod swell within me, and then I swear I could feel the searing heat as he emptied his load into my gut. Cascades of streaming white hot jizz poured into me as he gripped at me like a vice. My arse filled and drank at him, his raw manseed unloaded deep within my grasping insides. A torrent of his essence poured into me, and a corresponding torrent of cum flowed from my own flaring cock. His pounding had stopped as his climax struck, but still he held me tight, his weapon firing shot after shot into me as he twitched and trembled. As one, we gasped, exhausted, and collapsed. I slid forward on my arms, falling flat on my stomach into the pool of jism I had created. He fell on top of me, his proud but emptied cock still sunk in the depths of my arse.
Catching our breath and panting against each other, we lay there, still joined, for an eternity. Finally Mike whispered into my ear "Holy shit, Neale, that was just incredible!"
I turned my face toward his "You sure were, stud!" I laughed. Rolling off me, his juicy prong slid from me, a plopping sound escaping as my sphincter snapped closed after it. We laughed again, lying beside each other, still puffing from the exertion, the glow of sated desire settling on us. Fingers trailed and touched, explored, as we lay together, lovers who had shared the ultimate joining.
"Mike," I said lazily as we rested, "I have to tell you that when you pull at my nipple, play with the nipple ring, it really turns me on so much."
"Funny you should mention that," he replied thoughtfully. "I noticed how you really respond to me touching it. My tits are really sensitive as well. I’ve been wondering how you’d feel if I had my nipples pierced?"
"It’s your body …"
"No, it’s yours as well."
I grinned at him, locking my eyes on his. "I think it would be so fucking hot!" I growled. "In fact, if you want, I’ll get my other nipple done at the same time. We’ll be a matching pair."
"Then let’s do it!!!" he almost shouted in his eagerness.
"You realise that they will be bloody sore for a few weeks, and we’ll have to be careful when we make love until they start to heal?"
"I can live with that." He replied, "I want to share everything with you, even the painful times."
"Me too, stud." I said it seriously, and meant everything it implied.
We went together to the body piercing clinic the very next morning, and helped each other through the ache and pain of the procedure. Matching silver rings soon hung from each of us, ready and waiting to be played with and to bring us even more enjoyment. The pain and discomfort of the new piercings faded over the next couple of weeks, and our nipples healed quickly, despite the fact that it was all we could do to keep our hands off each other’s chest every time we screwed. Now I felt that we were truly a pair. The silver rings through his tits look so erotic they drive me wild with desire just looking at them, and my own are a perfect match. My man and I are permanently marked as each other’s.
Mike and I had been together now for about four and a half months. During that time we had discovered so much about each other, likes and dislikes and yet we still had so much more to find out. We’d moved in together and explored our passionate side, shared our secret fantasies and begun living them out, falling more and more in love all the time. We’d added a few items to our collection of ‘toys’ and made sure that we got plenty of use out of each and every one.
When Mike had his nipples pierced and I had my right one done to match the left, we had to take things a little carefully for a while, but after they healed we discovered a whole new range of games to play and sensations to enjoy. We had experimented with different things pulling or hanging from our tits, but the one that gave us both the most pleasure was having a set of nipple clamps, connected by a silver chain, joining our tits and hanging free, ready to be pulled at and played with. The clamps sat easily through the nipple rings rather than being fastened onto raw skin, so they could be left there for hours, evoking tingles of enjoyment with each movement.
On one particularly memorable occasion, we were both in our favourite leathers, and both had a set of nipple clamps attached to our pierced tits, swinging between them and pulling gently at the sensitive nubs. Mike was wearing a harness of four straps that pushed his well defined pecs up, the chain joining his tits swinging down and over the glossy leather of the straps. I began nibbling at his right nipple, pulling at the ring with my teeth then licking at the hard dark skin, making him moan with delight. With my teeth almost closed, I slid my mouth away from his nipple and sideways, keeping the chain between my lips, following it across his chest until I reached the opposite side where I started nibbling and pulling at his left nub. The links of the chain felt so erotic as they rubbed against my lips, and the clinking sound as they slipped between my teeth turned me on. Mike gasped and groaned, each time a link in the chain bounced against my teeth another tingle of joy shot into him, pulling at his chest. My hands slid down his back, feeling the firm roundness of his arse cheeks and the smooth hide of the leather chaps as I ministered to his nipples.
As I toyed with him, he reached for the chain joining my own nips. Tugging at it, he pulled first to one side and then the other. Sparks of electric pleasure shot through me each time he did. It felt as though the nerves in my nipples were connected directly to my cock, and every time my man jangled that chain my dick twitched and jerked in time with my tits, a long string of pre-cum drooling from my slit and falling downward. As I moaned with pleasure, desperately trying not to let go of the corresponding chain between my teeth, he held on with one hand, the other reaching between my legs and squeezing my balls firmly through the leather cushion of the shining black pouch encasing them. With that I gasped out loud and the chain hanging between his nips escaped from my bite.
"Oh, fuck, Neale," he hissed at me, "that is driving me crazy, my chest feels like it’s on fire, and my cock is so hard it hurts."
With that he pushed me gently backwards, onto the floor. Pulling my legs open and positioning himself between them, he leaned over me and our mouths joined. Tongues explored and tasted as we locked lips. His warm mouth felt so good against my own and my hands went to his back, gripping at the bands of leather forming his harness and pulling him down onto me. His meaty rod was hard as a rock, leaking jizz in a steady stream, and he pressed the head to my arse crack. I felt the heat of his knob against my waiting hole, and relaxed, willing myself to open for him. My legs closed around his back, the leather of my chaps gripping me firmly and rubbing against the skin and hide of his back and harness. With my legs I pulled him to me, gasping with the momentary pain as he entered me, then feeling the flood of warm pleasure as his steel hard shaft penetrated my anus, the velvety skin of his love muscle sliding deep within me, filling me with the pleasure I had come to love and want so much.
He lifted his head away from my mouth as he began his fuck rhythm, thrusting into me and pulling back to thrust again. I matched his movement, clamping then relaxing, milking him as he pushed his meat into my welcoming cavern. The powerful strength of his naked cock filled my rectum, pumping in and out of me, massaging my prostate and drowning me in a sea of rising passion. As our coupling increased in speed and the creaking of the leather joined with the slurping of his invasion, I felt my urges building to a climax. Suddenly, Mike eased back, slowing us both down. I looked into his eyes questioningly, and he grinned back. I had come to know that look and wondered what he had planned. He unhooked the nipple clamp from his left tit, and reached to do the same to mine. Then taking the dangling unattached chain, he fixed it onto the ring through my left nipple. The clamp that had been at my left was lying across my chest, and he slid the teeth through the ring in his left nip. Now we were connected so that the chains and clamps stretched from my right nipple to the left side of his chest, and the silver metal thread joined my left side to his right tit.
He resumed his motion, his thick hard cock filling and fucking at me, my body clamping around him, drawing him in and trying to take more. As he thrust and pulled back, he lifted his body higher so the chains connecting us pulled taut. Both of us gasped in unison as the pressure tugging at our chests sent tingling spears of pleasurable pain through us. Mike began humping at me faster, and with each thrust the sensations shooting through my chest increased. The incredible feeling as his fleshy sword buried itself in me was magnified by the dragging pressure on my tits. The aching piercing joy from my chest caused me to clamp and hump at him even more, and the sensation bouncing through his chest made him fuck at me faster and harder, deeper and more intense with each pounding thrust. The combination was so erotic, so powerful, that it was only a few minutes before we were gasping and hissing, stifling cries of ultimate pleasure as we hit the peak of stimulation and crashed over, engulfed in the trembling crash of orgasm. Mike’s weapon emptying it’s load of manjuice deep inside me as my prong shuddered, swelled and shot searing white sprays of jism over both of us.
As we recovered, side by side, we left the connecting silver chain in place. It meant we could not separate by any more than a few inches, and each movement sent more tingles of pleasure through us. "I could stay joined to you like this forever!" I said. Mike smiled at me, kissing me softly.
"I know what you mean, it’s so hot being connected to you like this, stud" he laughed. Eventually we had to separate, and reluctantly we unclipped the teeth of the clamps from each other’s chest. I promised myself we would have to do some more experimenting with the idea of being so closely and physically connected in the future.
It was early Spring. We’d met last Autumn, and had spent the winter knowing and loving each other, and generating our own heat as often as we could. I was flipping through one of the gay newspapers when I noticed an ad for the annual Sleaze Ball on the Labour Day weekend. Struck with an idea, I let the paper fall, and slid sideways, resting my head in Mike’s lap, looking up into those incredible deep blue eyes of his.
"Hey hunk," I said, getting his attention. "You know how much I enjoy going out and showing you off in hot leather in public, …"
"I don’t know who shows who off, but yeah?" he interrupted.
"… well, I was wondering how you’d feel about going to Sleaze Ball this year?" That got him interested. He sat up a little, his hand settling on my chest, playing with the ring in my right nipple.
After a few seconds of thought, he smiled at me. "I think that’s a great idea." He said enthusiastically. "And being Sleaze, we can go all out with some REALLY hot gear, much more than just at one of the bars! We can put together a truly fantasy leather night at THAT party!"
I grinned at him. Yet again, he and I were thinking along the same lines. "I see a real Master/slave couple, hot as hell and raunchy as we can manage, strutting our stuff for the world. Let them stare, make ‘em jealous!" I laughed, my already throbbing cock beginning to harden from his playing with my tit and the thought of the night out. I felt Mike’s long meat swell and jerk against my head as his azure orbs glistened, smiling evilly down at me.
We got tickets just in time. The ‘Ball’ was a sell-out as usual, 10,000 people intending to get down and dirty for almost 12 hours and we couldn’t wait. We started planning our ‘outfits’, and decided that a visit to the leather shop was called for. We’d been there quite a few times now, and were welcomed with a grin by the guy who operated it. We picked up the things we had intended, and a few others inspired new thoughts, so they were added to our list. As usual, Mike was fascinated by the sling set up on display in the back area of the place. I found him deep in quiet discussion with the salesman, and had to drag him away. He looked very thoughtful as we finally left.
Finally, the first weekend in October was upon us. For what we planned, there was no way we could get to the place by taxi or even in a private car. Just getting from the front door to a cab would risk getting us arrested, so we knew we’d have to wear reasonable clothes and change in the cloakroom at the party. The ‘cloakroom’ was in fact a large marquee with partitioned changing rooms and storage lockers. Quite a lot of the party-goers needed to do as we did, and change into their outfits once safely inside the venue. Mike and I arrived around 11.30, just as the evening was getting started, and hired a locker, found a cubicle and helped each other transform ourselves into our fantasy gear for the night. With keen eyes, we checked ourselves over critically, satisfied with the result. We threw our street clothes into the locker, and stepped out into the growing crowd milling around the various halls.
There were thousands of people, in every imaginable variation of fetish costume. Sleaze Ball was living up to its name. Leather, rubber, chains, latex. Guys in military gear from camouflage outfits to dress uniforms, cops, cowboys and construction workers. Men in tight fitting pants and tighter tops, or nothing but boots and the tiniest g-strings. Women in crotchless pants, or with their breasts open and pushed out of their tops, lots and lots of leather harnesses and chaps and pants. Men and women wearing nothing at all, their bodies painted in swirling garish colours, heads shaved and faces unrecognisable. Singles, groups and couples, both gay and straight. Although ‘Sleaze’ was a primarily gay party, there were a fair number of hets who came along and got into the spirit as well. Mike and I looked at each other and grinned, as more than a few heads turned toward us, staring openly and admiringly.
We weren’t the most outrageous pair there, but we did look damn hot, and we felt fucking great. Mike was kitted out as a full-on leather Master. He wore a leather cap with a shining black visor pulled low over his eyes and reflective sunglasses beneath it. Across the visor of the cap was a thin metal chain. He had gone unshaven for several days, so his jaw and cheeks sported a stubble that made him look rough and powerful. His harness was a mixture of metal and leather, with wide black bands of hide over each shoulder and bright silver chains around his ribs connecting front and back to a metal ring. The chains were pulled taut under his chest so that his pecs were framed by steel and tanned leather. Another strap of leather hung down from the rings in front and behind, and a single chain ran around his waist, connecting the two straps of black gleaming leather. Through his nipples he wore a pair of large silver barbells. A pair of wide soft leather straps were buckled around his upper arms, defining and highlighting his biceps, and on each forearm gauntlets of glistening black, with rows of silver studs. On his hands he wore tight driving gloves. His legs were encased in the tightest shiniest black leather chaps, emphasising every movement as they ascended from the heavy square toed boots he wore which were fixed with metal rings at the inner and outer ankles and joined by chains which slung under the arches.
As the chaps flared and opened at the top of his powerful thighs, they formed themselves under his firm rounded butt, and framed his groin. His long meaty cock was held and framed in a glossy pouch of leather, a codpiece that was snapped onto the leather jock he wore. The outline of his masculinity a clearly visible tube of blackness, lying comfortably above the spheres of dark hide that were his balls, cushioned within their leather lair. If his pole looked longer than normal, or his testicles larger and lower, I knew the secret. Beneath the jock and codpiece Mike wore a steel cockring, and leather separator which pushed his orbs down and away, making them appear through the leather as larger than ever. He was the epitome of a powerful, dominant leather Master, his movements fluid and confident, oozing sexuality and strength with every breath, and I felt so proud and horny being beside him.
And beside him was where I would be all night. I had on polished black boots, and skin-tight gleaming chaps that gripped and held my legs, wrapped around me and enveloped my calves and thighs. My butt cheeks were bare naked as they protruded from the frame of black leather formed by the chaps. We had opted for me to wear a pouch of leather which consisted simply of a leather envelope suspended from a string of leather around my waist with elasticised edges which gripped under my nuts. The binding hardness of a metal cockring was around the base of my shaft and balls, with a set of straps of leather which actually separated each testicle from the other, and both from my cock. My dick, already semi hard, and my rolling jewels, were clearly visible in the clinging black sheath of soft polished leather. The harness I was wearing was made up of three separate sets of leather bands, around my waist, my ribs and my chest. The lower two sets connected front and back to central metal rings which were joined to each other by vertical leather straps. Another strap ran from the lowest metal ring downward, disappearing under the waist band of the chaps and the leather envelope of the pouch, to snap around the cockring. The upper leather around my chest started at a single ring between my shoulder blades, but connected to two large metal rings which were set over each nipple. These two rings were then connected by a piece of solid steel. Shoulder straps ran from the rings around my tits up and over to the central ring on my back. Through the piercings in my nipples I wore silver rings, and suspended from them, dangling across the front of my chest was a chain of silver.
Over my head I wore a mask of soft leather. It completely covered the top of my head, coming down to the back of my neck, and over my eyes. The leather was cut so that half of my nose protruded from under the mask, and my mouth was uncovered, but my ears were beneath the dark hide, and only the whites of my eyes could be seen through the slits in the leather. Around my neck was a wide leather dog collar, set with metal studs. To a D-ring on the collar, a leather lead was attached, about two metres long. The other end of the lead was wrapped around Mike’s wrist. To complete our fantasy, my hands were cuffed together in front of me.
Quite a few people stared openly at us, admiringly. With what we were wearing, it would have been almost impossible for even our closest friends to recognise us, and the feeling of anonymity, together with the leather and the fantasy was arousing and exciting. I felt so horny, so good. Mike leaned to me and whispered into the tiny holes in the mask over my ears "Fuck you look hot, boy! I keep getting a hardon, wish I could lay you down and fuck you right here!". Of course, that made my own cock throb and swell, but instead of trying to hide it, I proudly displayed myself in the leather pouch for all eyes, drinking in the sight of my Master’s maleness swollen and solid under his leather codpiece.
We walked, strutted around, my Master leading me along with the lead attached to the collar I wore. We stared and got stared at. Often, Mike would stand behind me, close, rubbing his leather clad cock against the bare skin of my arse. Or he’d get close enough for me to reach and squeeze at him with my cuffed hands. His leather gloved fingers found their way to my nipples, my butt and my cock over and over again. If either of us sensed someone was watching us closely, we would step up our groping, making sure we were both hard as steel, showing off our erections and displaying proudly our throbbing leather clad members. More than once one of the other party-goers would try to get their own hands on one or both of us, but a stern look, or a muttered grumble from Mike was enough to ensure that everyone knew I was his property, and that we were there to be looked at but not touched.
The place was huge. There was a massive hall for dancing, a heavy beat thundering through the walls, thousands of sweaty bodies writhing in time to the music. There were quieter areas where you could just sit or stand and watch the crowd. There were food and drink stalls, and open spaces to promenade around and be on display. There were a couple of smaller halls with stage shows presented at regular intervals. We explored everywhere, dancing and writhing against each other amongst the sweaty mass, or standing or strutting proudly around, stopping for a drink or a bite (which Mike fed to me). More often than not I was erect, and the whole night I was so proud to be the object of comments and looks, alongside my leather clad man. In many corners, some dark and some not so dark, couples made out, groping and breathing, attacking each other with the urgency of passionate need. Mike and I used the opportunity several times to grope and embrace, kiss and squeeze before moving on.
Late in the night (or early in the morning - it was around 5.00 am), we wandered into one of the stage show places. By that time, the crowds were still up but starting to thin. In the room, it was hot, musky. A feeling of masculine sexuality pervaded the very air. A stage was set up right in the middle of the hall, and people could stand all around it. Behind the standing area were raised rows of bench seats, still with a good view of the central stage only five or six metres away. Music began, a low seductive beat that you could feel rather than hear. The lighting changed so that the room was in near darkness apart from a red glow on the stage. Two men, dressed remarkably like us in full leather, one wearing a Master’s leathers, the other a dog collar and cuffs, stepped up into the red light.
The Master pulled his slave boy to him, running his hands all over the other, reaching for his cock and gripping his arse, pulling at the straps of his harness and kissing him hard, pushing him back again. It may have been a performance, but they were obviously both getting right into it. Both were clearly erect and excited by the noise, the crowd, and the public display in which they were the star attraction. Mike and I made our way up to the seats. He sat down, and guided me down against him and in front of him, his arms around me, the pulsing solidity of his cock pressing through the codpiece and against my butt. We concentrated on the incredibly erotic show a few metres from us, and his hands wandered over my body, as I pressed back wriggling against him.
As the couple on stage writhed and humped at each other, their groping and attacking each other got more and more serious, and the music grew louder. The Master pushed the slave to his knees, and ripped away the leather pouch he was wearing, grabbing the slave’s head and pulling it to his Master’s groin. The Master’s cock swung hard and ready in front of the watching crowd, and the slave let himself be pulled down onto it, his mouth swallowing that meat, bobbing back and forth, slavering over the throbbing cock. As the audience crowded closer, the Master began to face-fuck his slave, humping against him, driving his cock deep into the boy’s throat and pistoning in and out. Watching this spectacle, I was hard as steel, and Mike’s cock was like a leather coated wedge pressing against my back, as his fingers played over my chest, pulling and twisting at my nipples.
"Fuck this is amazing!" he whispered to me as we joined the crowd, lost in the voyeurism of the room.
A change, only slight, in the music. From above the stage a whirring as something was lowered from the ceiling.
"Holy shit!" Mike exclaimed.
From four long lengths of heavy chain running up into the darkness, a leather sling appeared. The Master and slave on stage continued their humping as it dropped to waist level. As it steadied, the Master pulled his cock from the slave’s mouth, and lifted the boy to his feet. Several slaps landed on the slave’s buttocks, as the Master turned him around, then ripped the jockstrap he was wearing from him. He pushed the slave back onto the sling, and using the handcuffs, restrained his boy in place. He then lifted the slave’s legs, and set his feet into a pair of stirrups dangling from the chains, exposing his arse to the room. The music built and the light concentrated to a spot where they were, the Master unwrapped a condom and rolled it down over himself, and smeared lube over his cock and the slave’s arsehole.
I looked around, not believing what I was seeing. The room was full, everyone watching what was happening on the stage. The couple in the spotlight continued on as if they were completely alone, oblivious to the two hundred or more people gathered around them. I was so excited myself I was trembling and I leaned back against my own Master. Mike leaned forward.
"Wish that was us up there, boy" he hissed, as he ground his swollen tube of leathered meat against my cheeks.
As the Master played with his slave’s cock on the stage, Mike attacked me with his hands. All eyes concentrated on the spot of light in the centre of the room, as the slave moaned loudly over the music, and the Master approached him, cock swinging hard and pointed. Leaning in between the slave’s legs, he sank his cock into the slave in one long, hard shove. The slave let out a yell, and the Master slapped him again, and began fucking him, pounding into him harder and harder. All around the room, men were breathing heavily, many of them fondling themselves or other men. The spectacle was incredible.
"Fucking hell!!!" came Mike’s throaty gasp at my ear. "I want some of that!" he said. "Neale, are you game?"
I looked around. There were other men only feet from us, their attention directed to the stage. I ached, knew what he wanted, wanted it too. Fuck it! I thought, we’ve paraded around all night half hard and on display. And no-one here knows us, or would recognise us if they did. Leaning back to him I hissed "Yes, Sir. Let’s do it!"
"Lift up, and sit on my legs, with yours apart." He commanded. Spreading myself I straddled him, my back to his chest. I heard the snap, felt behind and his codpiece was undone, his beautiful, hard, leaking cock naked. I settled myself onto his legs, feeling his precum oozing out against my butt, running down my crack.
Mike hawked some spit into his palm, and added it to the already substantial pool of jizz on his cock. More saliva was massaged into my hole by his leathered fingers as I twitched and hardened in anticipation. The couple on the stage were humping and bouncing, swearing and cursing loudly as the Master fucked his boy in the swaying sling of leather. I watched fascinated, needing it myself, wishing we could be using that sling.
"Ready?" Mike whispered. I nodded to him and lifted slightly as he positioned his steel hard weapon at the entrance to my rectum. Slowly, trying to get as much benefit from the natural lubricant as possible, I lowered myself onto him. I grunted with the pain, trying not to be obvious. With Mike’s hands under my butt, helping me, we edged on, a little at a time as my protesting arse gave way to his insistent pole. Finally settling right down onto him, I felt his spear probing deep inside me, and relaxed myself as we steadied, adjusting to the unusual position.
As the pain eased, replaced by the incredible fulfillment of Mike deep within me, I began to rock back and forth on him. The fucking on stage was getting faster and louder, and Mike began humping up into me. His arms were around me, his leathered fingers tugging at the chain connecting my tits, and squeezing hard on my leather clad cock, massaging my hide bound balls as his naked dagger speared into me, nudging the pit of my gut and twitching inside me. I clamped against him, rocking and swaying with him, forgetting about the show on stage, lost in the pleasure of my man inside me, as we were surrounded by strangers. As his thrusting sped up and my breathing got short, I turned my head, and realised that several of our neighbours had noticed what we were doing, and switched their attention from the stage to us. I didn’t care, in fact I found it even more arousing as I clenched against Mike’s invading rod and moaned to the tug of his fingers at my nipples.
As he pumped harder at me, Mike hissed into my ear. "We’ve got our own show. Fuck this is hot. Let’s give ‘em something to talk about." Louder, enough for those around us who had turned to watch us to hear, he said "Okay, boy, you hot little pussy arse, take this cock!" He shoved himself into me hard, and at the same time pulled down on the chain so both my tits were stretched and extended.
I called out, for our own pleasure as well as for the benefit of the audience "Oh fuck yes Sir, shoot it up in there, Master!"
The music hit a crescendo, the couple on the stage bucked and writhed as they reached orgasm, and at the same time my balls exploded, my cock emptying loads of cum into my pouch. Mike shoved and twitched, his cock bucking again and again within me as he poured his essence into my body, his ejaculation intense and searing. Suddenly, thunderous applause. The stage couple had collapsed against each other and the crowd was cheering them. Mike breathed heavily, deeply, and I lifted away from him before sitting again, turning and collapsing against his sated sweaty body. Around us, ten or twelve guys were cheering loudly with the rest of the crowd, but directing it to us rather than the stage. I was exhausted but proud, sated and horny all at once.
I looked up to Mike and he smiled into my eyes. "Shit, I don’t believe we just did that, but fuck it was so hot!"
As we recovered, and the room started to empty, a few of the guys immediately near us offered encouragement and praise.
"better than the official show"
"Fuck that was hot, mate"
"thanks, guys, really enjoyed it"
We smiled at each, not at all embarrassed, but proud and excited, turned on by what we had dared to do.
After we regained a little strength, we sauntered back to the cloakroom, still wearing huge grins and sporting obvious erections. Changing slowly, reluctantly, we got into street clothes and made our way home. At home, we were too exhausted to make love again, but too excited and incredulous to sleep. We talked for hours, comparing notes, sharing our excitement at the public sex, reliving the amazing experience of the night. As the light grew stronger we eventually dozed into the morning, both of us dreaming again of the fantasy we had lived out that night.
Later that day, we sat around, still recovering from the night before, still hardly daring to believe what we had done, and where. The memory excited us, thrilled us. No-one knew who we were, yet we had made love, in full view of complete strangers, throwing caution to the wind as we had humped and fucked right there.
"Neale, I was so turned on by you, and the show, and the whole night. It felt so hot, so good." Mike said to me. I echoed his thoughts.
"I know. I was so horny, I had to have you, had to be your sex slave right there in open view. God it was fucking hot!"
"You know, that sling on the stage looked so incredible…" Mike looked long at me. "I’d really love to make love to you in a sling."
I returned his look. "I know, you always spend so much time looking at it and talking about it with the guy in the leather shop."
"I’ve been thinking," he started, "we don’t use the spare room at all, for guests or storage or anything. It just sits there empty." He paused.
"Uh, huh?" I said, thinking ahead of him.
He stopped, uncertain, then gushed forward. "We could set it up as our ‘fantasy room’, we could paint it dark, put in some shelves and mattresses, set up a sling and all kinds of stuff, make it a special secret place full of leather and sex and toys. I’ve checked on what we’d need, and it would be easy enough to secure the sling from the ceiling joists. They’re not that expensive, and we could spend hours and hours, days even, locked in there living out our fantasies. Just think about it Neale, it would be so incredibly erotic, so fucking hot, our own private dungeon, and …"
I held up my hand to stop him, calm him down. "Whoa, there!" I grinned at him. "Sounds fantastic. I agree with you, let’s do it. You don’t need to convince me when it comes to something that gets you so turned on. Especially when it turns me on too!"
He looked at me, stunned for a second, then broke into fits of laughter, hugging me tight and kissing me all over. "I love you!"
"I love you too, stud" I laughed back at him.
We walked into the leather shop again with grins splitting our faces. The owner came up to us smiling. As soon as Mike told him we wanted a sling, he grinned. "Finally make up your mind, did you?" he asked, nicely enough. We spent a while there, getting the sling itself, foot stirrups and a head support, as well as a pair of leather sheets, and some other bits and pieces. The shop owner also gave us a whole stack of information about what we’d need to set up, lengths and strengths of chain, support bolts, ‘D’ couplings, etc, that he didn’t sell but that we could get from any hardware store. As he chatted and scribbled notes, he mentioned that he’d been at Sleaze Ball the night before.
"Yeah? " Mike said easily, "We went along for a while, too."
"Well, you missed a fantastic show around 5.30 this morning!" the guy declared. "First of all a pair of guys started having sex right on stage, in a sling suspended from the ceiling."
"Really?" I pitched in, trying not to smile.
"Absolutely! Then, about three seats in front of me, this incredibly hot couple, you know full on Master/slave types, start fucking right there. I could have reached out and touched them, they were so close. Real hunks too, both of them. I almost creamed my pants just watching them!"
Mike coughed into his hand, and I stammered out "Wow, sounds like you had a great night." I was grateful the light in the shop was low, so it wasn’t obvious I was blushing. As he packaged everything up for us, he said goodbye, and added "Have Fun!"
Mike and I could barely keep our composure as we left. Outside, away from his sight, we broke into fits of laughter. Unbelievable! Was the thought on both our minds.
That afternoon we bought the rest of the stuff we needed from a hardware store, and spent the evening planning how we would set up our special place.
With everything we needed to construct our ‘fantasy room’, Mike and I couldn’t wait to get started on it. We pulled up the carpet in the room easily enough, and found a smooth concrete floor underneath. He wanted to leave it as is and paint it, but I pointed out that the cement would get cold and rough on bare skin, considering what we were planning for the room. I suggested some kind of mat, but Mike said quietly "I don’t want to sound gross, but I’m guessing there is going to be a fair amount of body fluids and whatever spilt on this floor, so we need something that can be easily cleaned up." A little surprised by his honesty, I realised he was right. We settled for a vinyl flooring over an underlay with heating elements. It was going to cost us a bit, but hell, we intended to get a lot of use out of that room!
It took a couple of weeks to get the flooring done, but once the tradesmen were finished and gone, we could really get started on our room. We hung some heavy black curtains over the window, blocking out all light, and painted the walls and ceiling a matte black as well. We’d discussed the décor, and decided we wanted to go for the full on dungeon feel to match our fantasies, so we let our imaginations run wild. On two of the walls forming a corner we fixed huge mirrors. On the floor in one corner went an old double mattress which we covered with one of the leather sheets. The light fitting was removed to leave a bare bulb socket hanging down, into which we placed a low wattage red globe. On the side wall that wasn’t mirrored, we set up long shelves, and several hooks, all painted black. Against the remaining wall, beside the door, was a free-standing clothes rack of black steel. I found a set of six individual candle holders made of black steel which stood about a metre and a half high and placed them around the edge of the room.
Mike had measured and located the beams above the plasterboard ceiling. We drilled heavy bolts into position and fixed large fasteners to them. The lengths of chain we’d had cut at the hardware were clipped onto these and hung down evenly in the middle of the room. Our sling, smooth and black, still smelling of new leather, was attached at each corner. Mike made me lie in it fully dressed a few times to adjust the height until he was satisfied it was just right. The foot stirrups were hung from two of the supporting chains and the headpiece snapped onto the other end of the leather platform. Now our room was really taking shape. As we worked, I kept getting the beginnings of an erection, imagining us using this place for our dreams. Mike had the same problem, and we squeezed and teased each other often as we laboured to get things perfect. Carefully attaching and bolting another mirror to the ceiling, directly above the sling itself, we stood back and agreed that it looked pretty fucking hot!
Next we brought in the ‘accessories’. Our different harnesses and chaps were hung on the clothes rack, boots lined up below. Mike’s caps, my hood, various pouches and jockstraps were hung on hooks on the same wall. Gauntlets, armbands and gloves were arranged on one shelf, cockrings and nipple clamps, different nipple accessories and ball straps and separators were placed on another, all within easy reach. Other shelves on the longer wall became our toy chest. Dildoes, butt plugs, latex balls, paddles, collars and other ‘toys’ were placed where they could be effortlessly found and grabbed quickly. I found black candles and set them in the candleholders to finish it off.
As a final unveiling, we lit the candles, closed the door and switched on the light, standing back arm in arm to survey our work. The room looked incredible. Flickering candlelight and dull red glow reflected from the mirrors and the shining black leather. Wisps of smoke drifted through the air. The room was black. Dark but inviting, promising incredible experiences as we explored our fantasies and lived our dreams. I began getting aroused just standing there looking at it. Squeezing Mike’s body with my arm, I turned to him. "Well, stud, you’ve created a leather paradise!"
"We’ve created it!" he said, "and we’ll enjoy it. Fuck it looks hot. I can’t wait to get in here and put it, and you, to good use." He leered at me, grinning evilly.
I laughed back at him, licking my lips. "What are we waiting for, Sir?" I asked trying to sound innocent.
He became serious. "Neale, I truly love you." he said, his voice quiet but deep.
I turned to him, matching his mood. "I love you totally, Mike!" I said, meaning every word from the bottom of my heart.
We showered and cleaned ourselves up after the effort of getting everything ready. Mike looked at me with a mischievous smile on his face. "Are you ready to try out our new room?" he asked.
"Try and stop me!"
He threw off the towel around his waist, and grabbed mine as well pulling it from me and tossing it away. "No outside clothes or anything but leather allowed in the fantasy room!" he declared. I nodded agreement, my eyes drifting to his large flaccid cock, swinging between his legs. Looking softly at me with his piercing eyes, he turned and headed into the room and I followed happily. Once inside, we closed the door on the real world, and immersed ourselves in fantasy brought to life.
Our room was perfect. Warm and inviting, it was black. Black walls, black ceiling, black shelves. The single globe hanging from the centre of the room gave off a dull red glow, making everything look warm and dark. The candles around the walls flickered and their light reflected from the mirrors and shining blackness while the smoke from their flame drifted across the room, adding to the air of other worldliness. The sling hung there in the centre of the room, black and beckoning, and the mirrors on the walls and ceiling showed us our dreams made real.
Mike stood behind me, his arms reached around me and crossed, holding me tightly to him. I moulded myself to his shape, my head falling back against his neck. I could feel his nakedness against my own, feel his soft dick lolling against my butt.
"Well, my little slave boy, what do you think?" he asked quietly.
"I think we should get into some hot gear and put this place to use, Sir!" I said, rubbing back against him and smiling.
Eagerly, we dressed ourselves in our favourite leathers from the rack against the back wall. We both wanted this first time in our fantasy room to be extra special, and we chose the hottest horniest things we owned.
I wore the harness I had taken to Sleaze Ball, wide black leather straps over my shoulders and around my chest, ribs and waist, with large metal circles that sat over and framed my nipples. The leather bands from those circles connecting to the single metal ring lower down formed a ‘V’ shape emphasising my chest, and another strap dropped to attach to the solid metal cockring I squeezed myself into. As well as the cockring, I snapped a ball separator around my nuts, pushing them apart and down. Over that went a leather jockstrap of the softest, polished clinging black hide which showed off my tube of meat and rounded orbs clearly, the supports running around my butt cheeks leaving my arse crack free. I pulled on the tightest gleaming black chaps I owned, smoothing them into place and running my fingers up along my legs as I did, feeling the grip against my skin. High sided boots went over the bottoms of the chaps, glinting with the metal fixtures attached to them. A pair of wide leather wristguards sat on my lower arms and I fastened my leather and metal studded dog collar around my neck. I pulled the leather head mask down over my face and adjusted it so I could see clearly, my cheeks and jaw and the end of my nose clear of the soft embracing hide. To complete the transformation, I clipped the ends of a silver chain with nipple clamps to the rings piercing my tits, and stood back to face my Master, the perfect humble leather slave boy.
Mike had been just as keen as myself to leather himself up to the full. He was wearing a black leather peaked cap with solid visor which sat low over his forehead. His harness had shoulder straps which widened at the top into platforms of black hide reaching over his wide shoulders and making them look even more powerful. Connecting to a central metal ring, the leather straps were joined to silver chains around his chest that fit snugly below the line of his well defined pecs, highlighting his musculature. Two more leather straps then led downward, angling outward to form an upside down V, joining a single metal chain that ran around his waist. He had wide leather bands around his upper arms, and long gauntlets on his forearms, lapping over soft leather gloves on each hand. He had slipped a cockring over his pole and testicles, and another wide metal ring held his balls away from his hardening cock. A pouch of supple, shiny black leather was wrapped around his balls and a harder wide piece of leather sat against his lower abdomen, held in place by straps that ran around his hips and down the crack of his arse. From a hole in the solid leather his masculinity stood out, its base disappearing into the leather as he already began to get hard. Gleaming, tight black chaps that showed off his powerful legs to perfection ran all the way down to solid square toed boots polished to a shine.
As I faced him, he turned toward me and stood with his legs apart and his arms crossed against his chest, staring at me. My cock twitched and solidified immediately at the look he gave me. The vision I beheld was incredible. Mike stood there, my Master, in full leather regalia, black against the blackness of the walls. Pinpricks of light bounced from him where the candlelight reflected back at me, and his whole form was glowing dull red from the overhead light. Wisps of smoke drifted between us, adding to the surreal feeling. Mike stood there, his almost invisible deep blue eyes roaming over my body.
‘Hot, boy. Fucking hot!"
"Yes, Sir!" I responded, my hard cock straining against the texture of the pouch I wore.
Without a word, he reached out and gripped the bands of my harness, pulling me to him. As I surrendered easily, his lips met mine, his mouth opening over me. I tasted him as our tongues intertwined, wrestling from mouth to mouth. I explored his teeth with my tongue, surrendered to his invasion of my mouth as I surrendered to him. His hands were on my back, my butt, sliding up and down my thighs, as I traced the chain of his harness with my fingers. He broke the kiss and my head fell back as I gasped for air. I felt the warm wetness of his tongue on my neck, the rough stubble of his chin against my skin. His lips sucked at the side of my neck, his teeth finding the tender skin and closing around it, forcing a long soft moan from me. As his hands continued to own me, his mouth worked at my throat. Pulling away quickly he turned me toward one of the mirrored walls. Even in the dimness I could clearly see the red welt on my skin.
"Thank you, Sir." I meant it. The mark on my neck would remain for weeks, and I would be proud to wear it.
His hands came up to the back of my head, holding the leather mask firmly as he guided my face towards his chest. Eagerly, I attacked the cold steel of the nipple ring through his left tit, biting and pulling at it, blowing at the hard dark skin of his nipple, licking at the tiny erection there. His hands let go and I stayed in place, licking at him, tasting his skin, moving from one side of his chest to the other, giving both nipples my fullest attention. With my mouth busy attacking him, his hands worked on the alternate side, pulling and playing with his own nubs. When I returned I found he had fixed a nipple clamp and chain to his piercing, and was doing the same to the other one. I took the chain in my mouth and slid from one side to the other, the metal rasping across my teeth as I did and sending jolts of pleasure back to his sensitive nipples. He moaned softly, enjoying the thrill of my working at his chest.
While I played with his tits and the chain which connected them, Mike clipped a leather lead to the D ring on the dog collar around my neck. Wrapping the end of the lead around his wrist, he used it to direct me from one side to the other, tugging firmly but gently to let me know where he wanted me to go. Surrendering to him like this, letting him have total control was so erotic, I could feel my own cock hard and straining in the leather, as the chain joining my nipples swung in the air, pulling softly at me and causing thrills of pleasure at my chest.
Eventually, almost reluctantly, he used the lead to pull me away from his tits. Dragging it down, he urged my eager wet mouth along the line of metal and across his rippled abdomen. As I moved, sucking and licking the whole time, I breathed in the musky scent of his manliness and the fantastic aroma of the leather. The smell concentrated as I lowered my face, becoming stronger and stronger as I approached his groin. With my lips on the hard leather below his navel, I felt the velvet skin of his hard proud penis under my chin. Moving back and forth slowly, I let the light stubble on my jaw rub against his sensitive glans. Mike groaned at the roughness, a long low "unnnnnhhhhhhhhhh" escaping his lips. I kept licking and breathing in, getting hornier from the overwhelming male musk of him. My tongue finally found the base of his rod where it exited the surrounding leather. Slurping and tracing the line of the cockring, I trailed my wet tongue along the length of his shaft slowly, relishing every bit of him. As I reached the edge of his flaring corona, I licked around the lip, all the way around, then up and across the super sensitive head until I found his piss slit, scooping and tasting the droplets of man juice forming there. My hands supported me by clinging to the smooth leather engulfing his powerful thighs, the texture of the hide caressing my palms and fingers.
Mike’s hands were on my head, pressing down on the leather mask I wore, massaging my scalp through the hide. I kept licking at him, getting his cockhead slicked and wet. As he began pressing forward I opened my mouth completely and wrapped my lips around that huge head, fastening onto the lip of his glans and milking him, massaging him with my tongue. Then slowly I slid down, opening my throat and lubricating him with my saliva and his pre-cum, swallowing the rock hard pole of my Master centimetre by beautiful centimetre. The silky smoothness of his flesh, stretched over the muscle of his love, descended into me and I scraped my teeth gently at his shaft as I took his length, coating him with saliva and clamping my throat around him, then relaxing to allow deeper penetration. Overcoming the urge to gag, I pressed forward until his heaving leather wrapped balls were hard against my chin. With his entire length sunk in my neck, I swallowed and gripped, then pulled back slowly, breathing heavily before gulping him down again. Back and forward, on and off his cock my face moved, as I slurped and sucked, enveloping him in warm moisture and drinking in his taste as I fellated his powerful tool.
Mike began humping at my face, still drawing against the lead attached to my neck. Not the fast thrusts of urgency, but long slow movements driven by enjoyment. He mumbled softly, incoherent groans of delight as he drew himself away and then buried himself again in measured pushes. My arms were around his legs, the tight leather of his chaps firm and smooth to the touch, the strong leg muscles rippling beneath as I worshipped his manliness with my mouth.
Pulling back from his cock, I let it slip from me, looking longingly at the swollen throbbing flesh. One more lick at his head as I tasted another drop of his pre-cum, and then I lowered my face, licking and kissing at his leather encased legs. I slowly descended the towers of black, biting and nibbling at the hide and breathing deeply the aroma of the leather. He let me go, not pulling at the lead, and I worked my way down until I was at his boots. Slurping and spitting, I polished them with my tongue, prone before him. At one point I briefly looked up, rewarded by the view of my leathered god towering over me. My face was at his feet, my knees drawn up and my arse high in the air.
"Fuck, yeah, don’t stop" he hissed at me as I grovelled.
Movement from above, and Mike leaned forward, keeping his balance by placing a hand on my back. I felt a coolness at my arse, and realised he was smearing lubricant along the crack of my butt with his leather fingers. A hide-bound digit pressed at my hole, and I relaxed without stopping my attention at his boots as he massaged my anus, slipping one then a second finger into me, opening me and applying the velvety gel to my muscle. With my hands on his calves, gripping them for support as I licked at his boots and lower legs, I ached as he removed his hand, then smiled inwardly as I felt the hard rubber head of a butt plug against my entrance. As Mike began inserting the toy, I flexed and pushed to allow easy entry. The plug was urged inside me, stretching me as it flared, until I reached the point where the pain began. I reached for the bottle of amyl, and took a draft then returned to my task, his boots soaked by my saliva. As the amyl took effect, I moved myself back onto the invading wedge.
Mike knew the signs, and pressed again. The pain reared again for a moment, and then it was done. The butt plug pushed past my sphincter as I closed around it. The pain disappeared, replaced by the sensation of being filled. I murmured my pleasure and he pulled now at the lead, lifting my head away from his feet, urging me to stand again before him.
As I stood, the plug filling my arse moved within me. Again the sense of being filled, and held open, of needing to push it out, knowing I could never do so. I enjoyed the feeling as it rubbed against the walls of my rectum, and my cock throbbed in its leather case. Mike lifted me to my feet and reached forward, taking the chain hanging from my chest between his fingers, pulling on it gently and sending waves of pleasure resounding through my body. I groaned softly, and he smiled at me. His eyes started at my own and travelled over my body while I stared at the vision of him there in the dimness, surrounded by smoke and darkness, black leather gleaming under the red glow.
"Looking good!" he declared quietly, and I swelled with pride at the compliment.
Mike moved to me and our mouths met. We kissed, long, slowly, sensuously. My tongue explored his teeth as I tasted him. He pushed with his own tongue, driving into my mouth as his saliva mixed with mine. My hands roamed his back and shoulders, revelling at the feel of warm skin and cool smooth leather. My skin tingled as his black gloves travelled down my arms and then to my butt, tracing the lines of my chaps around my cheeks before finding the base of the plug anchored at my anus, jiggling it and sending even more thrills through me. Still kissing, he slowly edged me backward until the edge of the sling nudged me. As I felt the solid leather, I trembled, so horny with anticipation. In the mirror on the wall, I could see our reflection - leather clad figures locked in an embrace surrounded by blackness. Behind me I could see the sling, hanging there, inviting me into it, beckoning to my dreams and fantasies.
We broke our kiss as I pushed against the harder black platform of leather. Mike’s face was only centimetres from mine, and I saw the question in his eyes. Wordlessly I answered him, smiling and lifting on my feet to rest my butt on the edge of the suspended leather. As I eased myself onto the sling, Mike helped steady it for me as I lay backward onto it. I let the sling take my weight, lifting my feet from the floor. He reached down and took my booted ankles in his hands, lifting them to his shoulders and reaching for the stirrups. As he held first one and then the other of the foot supports in place I slid my feet into them, feeling the leather strap tauten and keep my feet high, my legs naturally spreading. I slid down into position and my arse presented itself to Mike, open and exposed, the base of the butt plug lodged in my crack.
It surprised me to find how incredibly comfortable the sling was. The leather base seemed to mould itself to me, wrapping itself to the bulges and curves of my back. I could feel the firm supple texture of the hide against my skin, could feel the straps of my harness rub against the leather of the platform. The scent of new leather wafted over me and the clinking of the supporting chains mixed with the squeaking of leather against leather. With my legs held by the stirrups, I found I could relax completely, and felt strangely safe, lying there, floating in air with my man standing over me.
Mike whispered softly "Fuck that looks good!"
I looked up, to see myself reflected in the mirror on the ceiling, and agreed with him. The black cocoon surrounding me looked so hot, so erotic as I luxuriated in the feeling of being swamped by the dark leather.
Mike moved in against me. From this angle he truly looked the dominant leather Master I fantasized him to be. His hands roamed over my body, following the lines of my harness, tweaking at my nipples and tugging on the chain between them. He pulled at the lead, causing me to sway a little in the sling. He rubbed his gloved fingers over my calves and thighs, then squeezed the shining black tube of leather that was my cock, massaging gently the rounded shape of my cushioned nuts below. I grunted and moaned with pleasure as he played with me. He stepped back, then returned, the paddle in his hand. A slap landed on my exposed cheeks, the sound loud and cracking in the quiet of the room. The tingle as it connected felt no more than a light tap, but it caused me to clench my arse tight around the butt plug, which in turn sent waves of joy surging into me. Several more light stings as the doubled leather landed on my arse and thighs. The thwack of its contact rent the air, and my body twitched each time as the sound turned me on even more.
Mike was getting so horny too. I could see his cock bouncing and throbbing as he wielded the paddle, pre cum oozing from him to dribble toward the floor. Putting the toy aside, he reached for my arse and took the base of the butt plug in his hand. Wiggling it from side to side, he elicited a new series of groans from me as he began to pull. My arse gripped and fought with him, but I willed myself to relax. Firmly he pulled, and I felt my hole open, stretched to its limit, as the plug split me again. A moment of pain, and then relief and pleasure as my sphincter closed behind the exiting invader. A sense of emptiness flowed from my gut as Mike placed the plug on a shelf, and returned, smearing lube on his cock as he did. I doubted that any was necessary after being opened and held open by the plug, and with the lube still in and around my hole combined with the copious flow of pre-cum from him. With his hands on my thighs, he positioned himself behind me. I felt the warm hardness of the tip of his cock against my pucker and relaxed as best I could.
In one smooth motion, he entered me. There was little pain, more a fleeting discomfort quickly replaced by complete joy as his long hard pole sank into me. Lying on the sling, positioned as I was, the angle of penetration was absolutely perfect. The warm strength of him filled me and I tingled with pleasure as his hips ground into my cheeks. The full length of his cock buried itself into my bowel and I moaned with pleasure, clamping my arse around the solid pole. He pulled back, and thrust in again, his rhythm very much the same as when I had sucked at him earlier, smooth, assured, strong. He fucked me firmly but slowly, taking complete pleasure from my wet hot cave as he gave me the delight of him buried inside me. I was amazed at how incredible this slow, easy fucking felt, how good his naked swollen meat felt as it ploughed my gut.
Without warning, he pulled back and out of me again in one fluid motion. I gasped with surprise, looking to him. "There’s a lot more to come yet, boy." He leered at me, the look on his face exciting me further.
Mike walked around the side of the sling. As he came level with my head, he reached over and took my hands, slipping handcuffs around each wrist and snapping them closed over the support chains. I still had some movement of my arms, but was completely at his mercy. The thought made my cock quiver. Returning to the base of the sling, he held up the string of latex covered balls for me to see. I whispered at him "Yes, please Sir, yes!". He held the balls high, coating each with a good helping of lube as I watched helplessly, trembling with anticipation. To the end of the connecting string he tied one end of a long piece of leather strap, thin and soft like a shoelace. Moving back, he lowered his hand and I felt the roundness of the first ball pressing against my puckering anus.
I pressed back against the hard round ball, relaxing myself as I did. With the opening and stretching my arse had had from the plug and Mike’s cock, there was little effort in taking it. I felt it pop inside me, felt the connecting string as my hole closed around it. The second and third balls were inserted quickly as Mike worked my arsehole, pushing the solid round objects to me and easing them inside. I lay back and let the sensations flow over me as I felt my bowel filling with the balls of black latex. With three already in me, Mike dropped the other two to let them swing outside my body, the joining thread through my hole. I squirmed in rapture as the balls inside me jiggled my gut while their counterparts dangled from my arse. Mike pulled at them, making me moan with the pleasure. He left them and walked to my side, lowering a dark bottle to my nose. I breathed in and waited as he went back to his pastime. As the drug rolled over me Mike pushed again and the remaining balls were swallowed up by my rectum.
"Fuck that’s hot!" he declared, hissing at me as his hand wandered to his cock, giving himself a long slow stroke.
As I let myself fall back into the supporting leather of the sling, my insides rolled and surged as the balls in me were moved around. Mike added to the pleasure, his hand massaging my lower abdomen and forcing the toy within me to move around. As he did, he pulled the lead attached to my neck tight again, using it to make my body and the sling rock back and forth. Once the motion was established, he took hold of the leather string protruding from my anus, and worked it against the rocking of the sling so that with each pendulum of my body the balls within me were tugged hard against the inner wall of my sphincter then released again. The effect was incredible as spasms of pure pleasure rocked me. I gasped and groaned loudly with the joy of my man working my body like this. My cock was hard as steel, rubbing against the pouch of leather in time with the movement of the sling. Mike looked down at me, and his free hand closed around my leather encased nuts, squeezing firmly. He massaged my testicles as he tugged at my body. The intense pleasure I felt started at my anus and spread throughout my body as I swayed and groaned, feeling the rising tide of passion.
"Sir, Sir, …" I gasped, feeling I could not resist the urge much longer.
He ignored my plea for relief, and kept up the tugging at my body and the working of my leathered jewels. As I felt my orgasm approach my breath became shorter and faster, my cock trembling. Mike released my nuts, but only to grab at the shining black tube of my cock, squeezing it hard and running his hand over the leather sheath. I grunted, tried to hold on, and failed. Writhing against the platform of the sling my body suddenly convulsed as I lost control, creaming my pouch and filling it with hot sticky jizz which coated my hard sensitive cock.
As my panting slowed, Mike looked at me with an evil grin, and slid his fingers in under the leather jock, smearing my still warm cum over my meat, rubbing it into my skin and collecting a fair amount on his gloves. Removing the glove from the pouch, he held his slimy coated fingers to my mouth. I opened wide and licked at the cream, tasting my own ejaculate against the leather of his gloves. I was so turned on that my erection only eased, did not desert me altogether as I still swung in the cocoon of leather, my gut still full with the latex balls pulling gently at me.
As I lay there, sweating from the exertion and the climax, Mike worked his way around my body, one hand smearing the remnants of my juice over my chest, pulling at my nipples and squeezing my semi hard cock, back inside the comforting leather pouch. He kept his hold of the strap attached to the balls inside me, holding it with the lead. He moved to stand behind my head, still using his hands to smear and tug at me. Dropping the ties for a moment, he placed his hands under my shoulders and heaved me backward, so I slid along the sling and my head went over the end. In this position, my head dropped back, my throat stretched and my mouth open. Into that waiting orifice, still slicked up with my own cum, Mike sank his throbbing cock.
With my head thrown back, at exactly the height of his prick, it slid fully and quickly into me. He began to pump himself into my throat, groaning as the heat of my mouth enveloped his huge pole. His leather covered nuts rushed at my face and drew away again to pound forward faster. As he humped at me he pulled at the lead, making me rock again in the floating leather sling, pulling me onto him before letting me float away to be pulled back again. With each inward thrust I massaged his cock with my mouth, licking and nibbling at him. I could taste his precum, mixing with my own jizz that he had fed me, and the juices of my body still clinging to his steel hard weapon.
Still pounding into me, he pulled at the leather strap still connected to the balls inside my body. Drawing it tight, he tied it in a knot to the chain suspended from his tits. As he did renewed waves of pleasure cascaded over me. With the balls inside me connected directly to Mike’s nipples, he groaned and yelped as the swinging motion of my body on the sling tugged at his chest. Bolts of pleasure shot through him and echoed in my belly as the same leather thong dragged at the balls buried within me. The assault on my face and the insistent pulling at me from inside sent shocks pounding around my body. With my feet in the stirrups and my hands cuffed, I could not control my movements, but I clenched and swallowed, working at the long prong of flesh humping into my mouth.
Mike fucked my face, harder, faster. The long taut string dragged against his nipples. His weapon swelled and throbbed within me and his breath became short. Suddenly a flood of manjuice was unleashed onto my tongue. He continued to pump as his balls emptied and I gulped, swallowed, gulped again, trying to take his entire load. The salty jism flowed into me and filled my mouth, dribbling down my cheeks when I couldn’t swallow fast enough.
With a long sigh, Mike withdrew completely, his still throbbing prick falling across my nose. His arms pushed me back on the sling to where I had been before, and his mouth closed over mine. His tongue invaded me, tasting his own cum, mixed with the remains of mine, and he drank of us both. We jousted, fought with each other as our mouths meshed and ground together, and his hands explored me again, returning to my aching, sensitive nipples to pull at them yet again. Still the balls moved inside me as he tugged at the lead he held, keeping control of my body.
He broke away from me and stood upright. I collapsed into the sling, my chest heaving as I panted for air. My body ached, the pleasure still coursing through me.
"F … U … C … K !" Mike spat out the letters. "That was un-fucking-believable!" he hissed.
"Thank you Sir," I whispered, still recovering.
"It’s not over yet, not by a long way, boy." He said, looking down at me and grinning with a leer. "We have all night, all day, as long as we want, and I’m not finished with you yet!"
I grinned, and incredibly, my cock twitched again.
He moved around my suspended form, swapping the lead attached to the balls from one hand to the other as he did so. Kneeling behind me, he began to jiggle again at my rear. I moaned as new pleasures ripped through my gut. Looking to the mirror I saw him examining my hole at close range. I felt the pressure as he pulled, and relaxed myself, trying to expel the balls. He leaned back a little and pulled harder. The impetus translated into my gut and I pushed. The black spheres shot from me, one after the other, as Mike pulled tight against them. As the last one left me, I felt as though my bowel had been ripped out, so empty, a combination of relief and disappointment.
Mike growled a low, approving "oh yeah", and landed a slap with his hand on my bare arse. It tingled and excited me again, and I felt my cock begin to swell yet again in the now sticky confines of the leather pouch. From my vantage, with the help of the mirror, I could see his long meat throb and lift as his erection returned gradually.
He went to the shelves of toys set up on one wall of our fantasy room, and came back to me. I was sure my arsehole must be gaping open by now with all the working it had been given, but he was determined to keep using me, and I wanted him to, ached for him to plunder me.
Another nudging at my soft exposed hole. This time, the head of an extra large dildo was pressing to me. The thing was about ten inches long, smooth and black and wide. As Mike held it against my opening he reached again for my cock, squeezing at the solid blackness, his hand alternated between my re-emerging erection and my heaving nuts tightly bound in the separator and enveloped in black leather. With the tip of the dildo inside my waiting hole, he placed his palm against the bottom of the base, and pushed. Hard.
Shoved the artificial prong right up inside me. I gasped and squirmed, cried out with the sudden pain of his onslaught. I felt as if my arse was being split open. In spite of the workout it had already had, my sphincter protested this new attack. The dildo was damn long, and thick, and Mike had slammed it into me.
"Take it, fucker!" he hissed at me, and I nodded.
"Yes, Sir, fuck me with it, Sir"
After the first gasp, Mike reached to me again with the bottle of amyl in his hand. He held it to my nose and I took a long deep draft, and then another. The rubber toy was sunk inside me, my aching hole searing with the pain as I tried to adjust. The rush of blood to my nerves began to have its effect as I felt my body heat up. As the buzz from the amyl flowed over me, the invading solidity of the dildo became less painful, then just uncomfortable. The pain ebbed, replaced by joy as my body accustomed itself to the mass within me. Quickly, the ache was overtaken by pleasure. I began to squirm again, this time to feel the huge prong better within my arse. Mike was waiting for the reaction, and began to use the toy, pulling it back and shoving in again.
As the pleasure grew, I began to moan, begging him to use me. He laughed, bending to my rear, the black dildo pushed harder into me, then pulled back to be shoved in again. He began to rock the sling back and forth, holding the toy steady and letting my own momentum fuck me on the impaling rubber cock. The swings got bigger, and soon the dildo was being sucked completely out of me with each sway, then inserted hard and fast to its total length only to be sucked back out again. I cried out with the waves of pleasure crashing through me, my body twitching and writhing at the treatment I was receiving. As I swung back and forth at him, Mike grabbed hold of the chain suspended between my tits. Using the swinging motion, he pulled at it hard, so that as my arse emptied of the toy, my nipples were stretched and electric shocks of pleasure shot from them, to stop again as I swung back, the pleasure at my chest replaced by the pleasure as my arse was skewered yet again by the huge black dildo.
Mike continued this treatment for ages, rocking me back and forth, fucking my arse with the rubber toy and dragging at my screaming tits. My cock swelled and I headed for the brink yet again. Just as I thought I could hold on no longer, he pulled the rubber cock from me with a sloshing vacuuming sound and dropped it behind him, releasing my nipples at the same time. I gasped yet again, and slowed my rocking as I recovered, to look to him for an explanation.
The vision that I beheld was unreal, and so erotic. Mike stood there, but he was not just Mike. He was the embodiment of a leather god. Everywhere I looked, he was there. Directly before me, and reflected back from the mirrors on the walls and the ceiling, garbed in shimmering black leather, strength and power radiating from him. His cap was pulled low over his eyes, his shoulders seemed inhumanly wide with the leather pads of his harness across them. His strong chest highlighted by the metal and leather, the silver chain connecting his nipples dangling in front of him. The blackness of his chaps and his jock framing the glistening, drooling meat of his masculinity as it pointed at me, hard and long yet again.
My very being tingled with excitement at the leather man towering over me. The aroma of the leather mixed with the musky scent of sex, pure man sex, as I breathed deeply. Warmth from the candles and the heat of our exertions bathed the room as the flickering light of the flames combined with the glow of the red bulb above us. The entire room seemed to fill with inviting dark male sexuality made physical by the wisps of smoke that drifted between my eyes and my man’s body.
Mike himself looked down at me. His eyes travelled over my body, drinking in the sight of me prone and open before him, wrapped in black leather and glistening with sweat and metal in the dimness of our room. He smiled approvingly, his hands exploring my trembling body. "Fuck, you’re hot! And even better, you’re mine!" he declared.
With that statement, he moved against me. His long mighty cock entered me smoothly, effortlessly. As I felt him sinking into me I moaned softly with the joy of his invasion once again. He felt so good, so perfect, inside my beckoning cavern of hot moist fire. I clenched my muscles around him as he slid into me, revelling in the sensation as his strong pole became a part of my body. Truly nothing could compare with the feeling of Mike’s long naked cock deep within my bowel. He began to hump at me, slowly driving himself into me then pulling back to surge forward again. His motion caused the floating platform of leather on which I lay to rock in time, as I swung on and off his thick rod. With each backward draw he exited me completely, then drove himself into me again as I crashed against him. Leaning over me, his hand gripped the cross piece of my harness at my chest, and he used it to pull me to him, to pound himself deeper into my body, to take possession of me.
As he leaned forward like this, his body crushed the leather cushion of my hard cock and heaving balls, the pressure driving me wild as the tanned hide squeaked and gripped at my sexuality. Still he thrust, determined to shove all of his meat into the accepting cavern that was me. I gasped and moaned as he pounded, the thrill of his invasion racing within me. I looked up to the mirror above me, to see my body open and spread, and him bent over me, strong, powerful, leathered, male. I writhed below him, around him. His rhythm strong as he thrust into me again and again, sinking his masculinity within me.
My breathing grew shorter, faster as the passion built and the pleasure increased. Mike humped at me, leaned over me. His sweat dripped from his brow, mixing with my own on my heated skin. I dragged against the restraints at my wrists, hawking back at him, needing him more and more. His fleshy weapon attacked me, sunk into my arse and pounded wave upon wave of pure joy through me. My sphincter clamped and released, clamped again at the invading rod of heated lust penetrating it. I surrendered to the hammering of his lust and took possession of him, held him within me and owned his very maleness. My mind whirled, my brain raced with the total obsession of him. Nothing else existed for me as my man fucked at me.
The sling swung back and forward, the metal chains supporting it clinking together. Mike huffed and gasped, moaned with the increasing tide of pleasure. I groaned with him. The leather we wore creaked as it rubbed and stretched over our bodies inflamed with animal need. As he pounded my arse the slurping, squelching of our coupling joined the symphony of sex. Harder he pounded at me, deeper and faster as he ploughed my body with his swollen meat. The steel dagger of masculinity protruding from his pelvis speared into me, sinking to the hilt inside my trembling wet scabbard. I ached with the ecstasy of his assault, forced myself against him, as my willing sweating body impaled itself on his swollen sword. We rutted as one, heaving, groaning, joined. The speed of his fuck increased as he tore into me, physically connected in total abandonment. I gripped at him as best I could, needing him, desperate to maintain the zenith of sexual pleasure I was experiencing. My body ached, twitched and trembled as waves of irresistible pleasure rocked me, their epicentre deep within my gut, the pounding throbbing strength of Mike’s hard cock as he buried himself in me.
I fought the rising urge, but in vain. My body writhed out of control as the sensations of total pleasure racked me from within. Lost in the dim glow of our warm dark dreamworld, wrapped around the pulsing flesh of the man inside me, encased in leather, I let go my hold on reality as the most intense orgasm of my life engulfed me. I twisted in the cocoon of leather, shuddered as complete abandonment took me. The indescribable joy of my coupling with Mike wiped everything else from me. Aching, trembling I shook and cried out. My very being exploded as my cock swelled and burst, a torrent of hot creamy manjuice flowed from me, filling the leather envelope around my dick, drowning my twitching penis and heaving balls, flowing out across my abdomen. My sphincter clamped and tightened around the source of my ecstasy - Mike’s hard pounding cock. And he continued his fucking, screaming with me as I yelled and gasped with the intensity of my climax. I was drowning in a thrashing sea of passion, and never wanted it to end.
Slowly my senses returned. My hard, throbbing member was still twitching, jetting out the remnants of my ejaculation, adding to the growing pool of creamy jizz forming on my stomach. Gradually, I realised that Mike was fucking me yet, his fleshy, swollen cock pounding in and out of my body like a piston, slamming into me harder and harder. Through the haze in my brain sounds came, words. It was him, calling out, yelling at me, the centre of his world at that moment. I could not unscramble the meaning of his grunts, but it did not matter. Clenching again and again at him, mouthing my own obscenities I urged him on, begged him to take me.
Suddenly, his voice lifted in a single, guttural scream …"UUU UNNNHH HHH FFFF FCCK KKKKKK!!!!"
His hands gripped at me, pulling me against him with all of his strength, and his body trembled. His manhood throbbed and swelled within me as the tide of passion broke over him. Still pounding, he shook as his orgasm engulfed him. Spurt after spurt of his essence shot from his cock, filling me with his seed. The sound of his fucking hit my ears as the juice he emptied into me sloshed and filled me and I willed more from him, milking at him with my arse. Without warning he jolted back, pulling himself from me, then ramming forward again, this time with his hard wet cock jutting over my groin as still more searing white hot ejaculate flew from him, splattering against my skin and joining with my own. The hot globs of his cum tingled against my flesh as he twitched and shook in the throes of his climax.
His mighty cock now spent but still rampant, he leaned to me, his leathered fingers twirling our juices together. Scooping the mixture up, he found my lips. I happily tasted the salty sweet concoction, licked at the fruit of our joint cum. Bending to me, he planted his lips over mine, and his tongue entered me, tasting us. Our ejaculate mixing with our saliva, and being shared between us. I ached again at the love I knew for him, and at the eroticism he inspired.
After what seemed an eternity, Mike lifted his face from mine. As he regained some composure he looked to me and smiled, breaking into a laugh. "Holy shit, Neale, that was just so incredible!" he gasped at me. Unsteady on his feet, he quickly moved to release the handcuffs and help my feet out of the stirrups. I stood up out of our sling and into his arms, and together we promptly collapsed as one, falling to the leather covered mattress, our chests heaving as we held each other close.
Lying there, together, we didn’t need words. With my arms around him, his around me, my happiness was complete. We would eventually have to leave our sanctuary, to face the real world outside, but there was no hurry. And whenever we wanted, we could return here, and continue the fantasy come alive that was our love. I looked at him, and felt myself drowning yet again in those deep blue pools of eyes that smiled back at me with all the love he knew.
The End