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A Long Weekend

by Iainlthr


A LONG WEEKEND Iainlthr@hotmail.com A hand grabbed my forehead, and another twisted my arm up behind my back without warning. I tried to call out but my mouth was instantly covered by the glove of whoever had attacked me. Struggling, I felt warm breath on the side of my neck, the roughness of an unshaved chin, a hissing in my ear… “Don’t try to fight, cocksucker! I won’t hurt you if you do as you’re told!” Relaxing just a touch, I tried to take in what had happened. A hotel room in a strange city, Friday night, and no one who would be likely to miss me until after the weekend, and a long weekend at that. Shit! The glove over my face held my mouth, pressing against me. I could smell the hide, feel the leather against my skin. With both hands behind my back I couldn’t move. This guy was strong! And he wasn’t going to let go. I tried to move again, and the grip tightened. “I told you not to struggle, fucker!” snapped the deep voice at my head. Cold steel at my wrists, and I was cuffed. Couldn’t move my hands, as his hold on my mouth and face remained. The hand over my lips disappeared for a second. It took me by surprise, but before I could scream out a leather gag was across my face, buckled into place so I couldn’t make any more sound than a muffled groan. I was pushed roughly into the room and onto my knees at the edge of the bed. I could feel him standing behind me, above me, his legs pressing into my back as he bent over me. Hands and arms wrapped in black leather gloves and studded gauntlets reached over my shoulders and took hold of the flimsy t-shirt I was wearing, ripping it apart and away from me in a single movement. I leaned back to find my head pressed against his groin. My bare shoulders touched the solid coolness of leather. He was wearing chaps I guessed. I should have been terrified, yet in the midst of all this I found my cock hardening in my jocks, turned on by the thought of a powerful stud about to have his way with me. “UP SHITHEAD!” he commanded, lifting me by the hair at the same time. I tried to comply but obviously not fast enough for him. He slapped my arm, spinning me around before he threw me backward onto the bed. Finally I could see my attacker. Tall, powerfully built. About 6’1”, dark hair, tanned skin, a three-day growth on his jaw. His eyes were hidden behind mirrored glasses, a peaked Master’s cap pulled low on his brow. I had no way to try to read the intent in his eyes. But his apparel was incredible. A set of wide black leather straps made up a harness that came over his shoulders and around his ribcage to buckle up and push his defined pecs into perfect formation. Armbands around his biceps accentuated the strength of his upper arms and added to the effect of his lower arms and hands being encased in leather gauntlets and gloves. He wore a pair of shining, polished black leather chaps. So tight they gripped at him and rippled with the movement of his legs. Below the chaps, a black leather thong which must have been custom made for him – instead of the usual pouch, it consisted of tight glossy leather which was molded to his huge nuts, and a hole above, out from which protruded his massive throbbing cock, already oozing pre-cum. No matter what I did, my cock sprang to full erection, and I couldn’t take my eyes off that monster weapon swinging in front of him. “Like the look of that, do you pussy-boy?” he demanded gruffly. I tried to shake my head, to deny it, but my own prong gave me away. He just laughed at my denial. Kneeling down, his hands disappeared from my view. I contemplated trying to get up and escape, but before I knew it he had cuffed my ankles together as well. I was going nowhere without his permission. Leering an evil grin at me he leaned over the bed then reached down and hooked his fingers into my shorts, tearing them down the middle and flinging the shreds into the corner of the room. The same treatment for the flimsy jock I was wearing, and I was lying there, exposed, naked, and hard as hell for him to feast his eyes on. He didn’t stare long. A tube of KY appeared from nowhere and he slicked the lube up and down his pulsing weapon right before my eyes, playing with himself and telling me how hot it was going to feel wrapped inside my pretty boy arse. As he moved, the leather he was wearing glinted, and I could see the rippling of his muscles highlighted by the beautiful dark hide that encased him. His finger attacked my hole, smoothing the gel in and around me. My anus flexed and twitched to his touch. I couldn’t help myself, wanted this leather god to take me right now. And he did. He lifted my legs up and hooked my joined ankles over his neck, so I could feel the straps of his shoulder harness against my calves, aimed that steel hard man arrow at my aching target and forced his way in. The searing pain would have had me scream my head off if I hadn’t been gagged, as he shoved himself with all his might completely within me, burying himself to the hilt. As his weight crashed upon me, his huge cock sunk inside, my body gave up the fight. The pain of his intrusion turned to glorious, soaring pleasure. I felt his body hard against me, his powerful leather clad legs pressing against mine, the heaving black leather spheres that were his balls crushed against the cheeks of my arse. As I breathed deeply to recover myself, the overpowering scent of leather assailed my nostrils, turning me on even more. As the pain eased and the pleasure grew, he began to pull back, then thrust forward again. With each movement my body ached with pleasure. Tingling shocks went through me as he ploughed my innards, withdrawing until he was almost completely out of me then thundering back in again, all his masculine strength concentrated on taking possession of my body. He fucked me. Hard. Deep. Powerful. His long turgid rod, engorged with blood and powered by lust, pumped in and out of me, and I couldn’t get enough. I gripped at him as he pulled back, pushed when he pushed to take all of him, to have him fill me and own me. The pounding of his manhood into me was electrifying, and both of us were sweating. I thrashed around on the bed as he pistoned into me, my balls heaving and my cock aching. More and more he fucked at me. Like a bull in rut, he took me and used me for his pleasure. His leather-encased body on top of mine, his swollen manhood inside me, fucked and ploughed at me as I silently begged for more. And more and more. Which he gave. Pounding, thrusting, shoving at me for what seemed an eternity. My body craved the fucking, ached with pleasure at the pure sex of this man atop me. Molded to him, accepted him and dragged at his impaling sword as it speared my hole. My passion intensified, and I could hold on no longer. Trying to scream but silenced by the gag, my balls screwed themselves up and exploded, forcing my jism in long thick ropes through my prick and onto my gut, where it mashed between myself and the black leather man inside me. As I came, my rectum clenched tight with all the muscles I had left, gripping at his throbbing love pole. As I did, he let out a gut wrenching “UUUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” , and heaved himself at me one more time, as though he was trying to sink not only his cock but his entire body into mine. I felt his thrust, felt his cock swell to impossible proportions within me, and erupt. Spewing load after load of searing white-hot manjuice into me, filling my body with his seed, drowning me from the inside with his essence. As my own climax crescendoed I accepted all he had willingly, clenching and gripping to milk him of every last drop. Finally spent, he looked at me again. “Nice fuck, pretty boy!” he said evilly, dragging his monster dong from my being in one long sucking motion. I felt like I was being turned inside out and suddenly I was empty. And sated. He dropped my legs to the floor, undid the shackles on my ankles and wrists, and leaned to remove the gag. “Welcome to Melbourne, Greg, my love,” he smiled. “Oh fuck, Andrew, that was a perfect start to a long weekend,” I grinned back. “And three whole days more of it in front of us! Next time I want both of us fully leathered up, you fucking stud.” We collapsed in each other’s arms, laughing and enjoying. We’ve been the perfect pair for years, but my lover never ceases to find new ways to surprise and excite me.

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61 Gay Erotic Stories from Iainlthr

A Long Weekend

A LONG WEEKEND Iainlthr@hotmail.com A hand grabbed my forehead, and another twisted my arm up behind my back without warning. I tried to call out but my mouth was instantly covered by the glove of whoever had attacked me. Struggling, I felt warm breath on the side of my neck, the roughness of an unshaved chin, a hissing in my ear… “Don’t try to fight, cocksucker! I won’t hurt you if

A New Beginning, Part 1

A NEW BEGINNING Tim had had a bad day. In fact, he’d had a bad month. His lover of three years had suddenly announced that it wasn’t working any more at the beginning of the month. Not that Tim was particularly upset. They hadn’t been seeing eye to eye for quite some time, it just came as a surprise that he didn’t want to work at solving the problems. Then the landlord had

A New Beginning, Part 2

A NEW BEGINNING, Part 2 Iainlthr@hotmail.com Tim woke, startled and confused. Where was he? What was this binding around his chest? And then he remembered, and smiled happily to himself. The horror of the last few weeks, losing his partner, his home, his car and his job had driven him to a labouring job for a removal company. That in turn had led him to discover a treasure trove of

A New Beginning, Part 3

A NEW BEGINNING, Conclusion Together they descended the stairs to the basement. No daylight came here, and the dim illumination of a single globe barely lit it. The two men had come to their basement, their ‘playroom’, after having dressed each other in the most erotic, all encompassing leather harnesses chaps and gear that they loved so much. They had pledged their love for each

Back To A Future

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Be Careful What You Wish For I had been looking forward to this break for months. Work had been getting me down for a while. It always seemed like there was too much to do and no time to do it in. The pace of life, whilst I usually enjoyed it, had taken its toll, and I needed some quiet time, out of town and away from everything. And that was exactly what I had. Gerry had offered

Blind To Love

Nick was beside himself, jumping up and down with excitement. Not an unusual situation for him to be in. The dark headed, olive skinned young man had a tendency to get carried away over the smallest thing, so when he raced to Ian ready to burst with news, his friend took little notice. “I’ve found him, I’ve found him,” Nick exclaimed as he grabbed Ian’s arm, tugging at his shirt to

Blue

BLUE By iainlthr@hotmail.com It was hot. Damn hot. Had to be more than 40 by now and the heat was the sticky, humid heat that you only get in Far North Queensland. Still, this was what I’d come for, the heat and the sun, and to get away from the rush and cold at home. I dived into the pool for the hundredth time, letting the water wash away the sweat and cool me down as I lazily

Booted

“Fuck, what’s that?” Terry said out loud to the empty alley. He’d kicked something in the darkness -- something hard -- and almost stumbled as he did. Bending down and peering more closely at his feet, he found a pair of boots. Looking around quickly, he found the place deserted, no one in sight. The boots were tall, black leather, and seemed to be in good condition. Picking them up

Christmas Present

Christmas Present As John’s orgasm ebbed away, he collapsed against me and I wrapped my arms and my legs around his sweaty, shaking, muscled frame. Between us, the remnants of my ejaculation squelched over both his skin and mine and we grinned at each other like kids. Slowly he withdrew his long, glorious cock from my body, and I reluctantly let it go as we stretched out alongside

Continuity

Continuity Iainlthr@hotmail.com I saw him enter the bar, and knew him straight away. Not personally, of course, but I knew his type. Curious, uncertain, knowing he wanted to try something but not even sure exactly what that something was. He wore a pair of snug fitting faded denim jeans and a tight white t-shirt under a black leather jacket. Just enough to almost fit in with the

Dave, Part 1

Chapter One – Catching Up You could have knocked me down with a feather. Standing there, just across the bar from me, was a real ‘blast from the past’. I stood and looked, my eyes drinking in the sight. He was tall, a blond with wide shoulders and the sort of chest you only get from serious exercise during your developing years, and I should know: I’d watched him doing that

Dave, Part 2

Chapter Two – Almost Forgotten Several months had passed since the night I had bumped into Dave in the bar, and gone on to embarrass myself with another man. For a few days afterward, I had tried to examine my feelings that night, had tried to work out why I had called out Dave’s name during sex, given that I had never had sex with Dave, and that my fantasies of him were from

Dave, Part 3

Chapter Three – False start? Steve and I stayed together for another three months after the night that I bumped into Dave again at that bar. We tried, really we did. But as wonderful as our sex life was, outside of the bedroom we seemed to be less and less alike as time went on. He struggled at the small intimate dinner parties I loved so much, did all he could to keep up his

Dave, Part 4

Chapter Four: Absence Makes the Heart…? Dave and I spent most of the next two weeks together. We made love often, passionate rutting sex that echoed the sense of impending frustration at his leaving. We shared our thoughts and enjoyed each other’s company, but overshadowing the whole time was his imminent departure. The weekend of his move dawned bright and sunny. His furniture and

Dave, Part 5

Chapter Five – Long Time Passing “How long since you had sex?” I looked up in shock. Neil was staring at me, having asked his question across the dinner table in front of four other friends. “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I said indignantly. “Yes it is,” he replied, “especially when you sit here at our table with a morose look on your face and refuse to join in the

Dave, Part 6

Chapter Six – How Did This Happen? I looked up at him, and my brain raced. How did this happen? Why was he here? What do I say to him? “Hello, Mike,” Dave said quietly, uncertainly. “It’s good to see you again.” As he did, he handed me the rose. “Uh, hi. Thank you…” I murmured softly. “Do you mind if I sit down?” “Yes. I mean, no. Please, sit,” I stuttered, trying desperately to

Dave, Part 7

Chapter Seven – Don’t Let Go Dave and I spent the following weekend making up for our ‘annus horribilis’, exploring each other’s mind and body, and generally fucking ourselves into exhaustion. Being with him was just so wonderful that I didn’t want to share him with anyone, but Neil’s comment kept sticking in my mind. If we were going to build a real relationship, we had to interact

Dave, Part 8

Chapter Eight – Home “Dave,” I murmured, a whispering softness that only he could have heard. “I…” His eyes opened wide and pierced my soul, a question and a hope written on his face. “I love you.” My heart didn’t race; my voice didn’t quiver. I knew what I was saying and I meant it, more certain of this than of anything before in my life. He looked at me, and instead of surprise,

Dave, Part 9

Chapter Nine – I Do! Dave and I moved into our new home about six weeks later. It sounds like a while, but in reality the time flew as we made arrangements as necessary, notified friends and relatives, and generally got used to the idea. To me, it felt like a passing dream, the thought of being in my own home with the man I loved, and somehow the weeks both dragged and raced at

Dave, Part10: Conclusion

Epilogue – The Lessons of the Past It’s been more than five years now since Dave and I were ‘married’. It is still one of my happiest, brightest memories, that day by the harbour, and the following night in the hotel. We followed it with a marvelous week of lovemaking and sunbathing at a tropical resort, and then came home to settle into our new life together. Despite my

Every Other Sunday

Private Club for Men into Serious Leather, meet last Sunday each month’ said the small, classified advert in one of the gay papers, giving an address. My curiosity was aroused immediately. Today was Sunday, the last of the month, wasn’t it? Yep. Just how private, and just how serious? I decided to give the place a visit and see for myself. Determined to show I was ‘into serious

Fair Day

FAIR DAY BY IAIN - iainlthr@hotmail.com It was a cold Sunday morning. The thought of getting out of bed did not excite him at all, but he’d promised John that they would get together and go down to check out the Leather Pride market day on Forbes Street. Ian didn’t quite get why his closest friend seemed so keen to wander around looking at what he imagined would be just a bunch

Getting Out

“Mitchell, get in here, NOW!” My boss’ voice rang out through the office, and all eyes turned to me. I shuddered, and stood up from my desk as the faces around me looked away. I could hear the muffled sniggers as I made my way to the source of that shout. I tried desperately to think of what I might have done to incur his wrath in the last few days, but nothing would come to mind.

Jim's Closet

Jim’s Closet Iainlthr@hotmail.com Jim was gay. He knew it, and it made him miserable. He was still well and truly ‘in the closet’, with the door firmly locked. He lived in a small town community where everyone knew each other and where secrets weren’t easily kept, but he had kept his. Years ago he had realised that he was attracted to other men, but the lewd and often harsh comments

Leather Lovers

It was just another Friday night, same as all the others. Nothing special planned for the weekend and nothing exciting on the horizon. For quite a while I had been feeling as if something was missing, as if there had to be more than the endless round of work Monday to Friday and spending the weekends alternating between bars and beds, always looking for something but never really

Leather Lovers, Part 2

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?).

Leather Lovers, Part 3

Leather Lovers, Part 3 Iainlthr@hotmail.com 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

Leather Lovers, Part 4

Leather Lovers, Part 4 Iainlthr@hotmail.com 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

Leather Lovers, Part 5

Leather Lovers, Part 5 Iainlthr@hotmail.com Mike and I had gone together to the clinic and both been tested for HIV. Within a week we had the results: we 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 results, always a worry that at some time a condom

Leather Lovers, Part 6

Leather Lovers, Part 6 Iainlthr@hotmail.com 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

Leather Lovers, Part 7

Leather Lovers, Part 7 Iainleather@hotmail.com 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

Leather Lovers, Part 8

Leather Lovers - Pt 8 Iainlthr@hotmail.com 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

Long Lost Lovers

Long Lost Lovers Iainlthr@hotmail.com He looked fucking fabulous. I couldn’t take my eyes from his body, as I tried to drink in every inch of his frame, tried to hold the vision in my mind and store it away to be cherished forever more. At just over six feet tall, Ian dominated any group by virtue of his height alone. But he was gorgeous as well; a true hunk. His face was

Lost Needs

It had been a busy fortnight. My company had sent me to Melbourne to sort out some problems in the regional office there, and that had meant two weeks of solid work, but by that Thursday night I had resolved the difficulties and had everything back up and running like clockwork, almost a week earlier than expected. My grateful supervisor had told me to take the following day off, and

Nerd Or Not

Nerd or Not Iainlthr@hotmail.com For some reason that had escaped me, I seemed to be the ‘golden-haired boy’ at the firm where I worked. Sure, I had been blessed with good looks, which I maintained by working out at the gym regularly and, modesty aside, I did seem to have the kind of personality that allowed me to mix easily in almost any crowd. But I still had difficulty

Nick And Noah

Chapter One Nick and Noah were an unlikely couple. Both were slender but muscled in build, but that was about the only thing they had in common. Nick was lucky to stand 5’6” in thick socks, while Noah often had to duck his 6’2” frame under low doorways and hanging ornaments. Noah was the embodiment of ancient Viking stock, his impossibly thin waist the base of a ‘V’ of flesh and

Nick And Noah, Part 2

“Holy shit!” declared Nick as he looked around at the mess. “Where do we start?” He began to walk further into the flat, kicking at some of the upturned items as he did, and bent down to pick something up just as Noah called out in an urgent voice. “Nick, don’t touch anything! We have to call the police.” Nick jumped back as if bitten by a snake, and turned to look at his

Nick And Noah, Part 3

First thing Thursday morning, despite their late night interrogation of Lena, the drag queen in the Shift, Nick and Noah were up and about early. They felt they were onto something at last, and they wanted to get to the supermarket where this ‘Geoffrey Renouf’ worked as soon as it opened. Nick seemed convinced it would lead them to Jim, although Noah still had considerable doubts.

Nick And Noah, Part 4 (REVISED)

At the address given on the sheet of paper Noah had 'borrowed' from Geoff's employer, they found a pleasant looking home surrounded by gardens in a quiet suburban street. Noah parked the car outside and turned to Nick, who was nursing an excited Indiana. "I told you: you'll have to stay here with him. Hopefully I won't be long." Nick looked disconsolately at his partner, and watched

Nick and Noah, Part 8: Conclusion

The sound of the doorbell at 3.00 in the morning caused both Nick and Noah to look up, and then at each other in alarm. They were both exhausted after the rigours of the day, and their exertions in their special dungeon with Jim as an audience. Noah had been relaxing on the sofa while Nick worried himself over the absence of Indiana, their dog, when the sound rang out. Jim had headed off to

Opposites Attract, Part 1

Jeff Shaw reclined in his chair, swiveled around and stared at a huge billboard across the street, from which his own smiling face stared back at him. “He’s on YOUR side!” declared the banner below his chin. He groaned inwardly. He had made a living out of exposing rip-off merchants and con men, to the extent that he had been given his own weekly television show, and had developed a

Opposites Attract, Part 2

They relaxed again, and Jeff lay back with his head on Michael’s lap, as Michael ran his fingers over Jeff’s body playfully. Staying there for hours, they chatted easily, confiding in each other, both finding it a strange but welcome relief to be able to open up completely to another person. Finally, around 2.00 am, Jeff began to get restless. “Do you need to be somewhere?” Michael

Opposites Attract, Part 3

The next day Michael was back at work as usual. If it weren’t for the new clothes hanging in his closet, he could easily have convinced himself that the weekend had all been a dream, so far removed was it from his day-to-day existence. Nothing had changed in the ‘real world’, yet he constantly thought of Jeff, of the incredible sex they had had, and of the special man behind the

Opposites Attract, Part 4

They idled away the rest of the morning and the early afternoon lying around the pool, swimming occasionally, or resting against each other and enjoying the view of the harbour. It was wonderful doing nothing, yet doing it together, and they were both completely contented, and so comfortable with each other. Late in the afternoon, Michael was lying stretched out in the lee of the

Opposites Attract, Part 5

Back at work on Monday morning, Michael was still so exhilarated by the weekend, still so amazed at the incredible experience of pure, natural sex and the unbelievable rush of emotion in realising that he loved Jeff and that Jeff loved him that he failed to notice the lack of usual bullying from his co-workers. It was only after lunch, when his supervisor asked him to get some

Opposites Attract, Part 6

The next day Jeff was still rapt with joy at having Michael move in. He planned a dozen things in his head, and excitedly showed Michael the basement he wanted to make into their ‘leather pit’. He started to explain how he would get Phillip to arrange things when Michael cut him off. “No,” he said with a force which made Jeff stop and look. “I don’t want Phillip doing this. This

Opposites Attract, Part 7

The next few days were hectic, to say the least. Jeff threw himself into this project with far more enthusiasm than anyone at the station had seen him exhibit in a long while. And still he was smiling and happy. More than one of his co-workers commented on the change that had come over him, and Suzie began to find herself pressed for more information, but she knew nothing and

Opposites Attract, Part 8

Friday dawned, the ‘big day’ for Jeff’s confrontation with Ken, the bigoted supervisor who had sacked Michael and Tim. As he lay next to Michael in bed that morning, Jeff looked at the sleeping face of his man and a tremendous wave of joy rolled over him. Something made Michael stir, and his eyes fluttered open to find Jeff so close beside him. “Morning,” Michael muttered sleepily.

Opposites Attract, Part 9

Three months flew by, and out of the blue, a letter arrived from the lawyers. Michael opened it with little concern. He had been told right at the start that the law moved slowly, and not to expect much to happen in a short time. As he read, his brow furrowed with confusion, and then his face lit up: The company had admitted responsibility, terminated Ken’s employment, and were

Ships In The NIght

He was a real spunk, the kind of guy you could stare at for hours, and he lived across the hall from me. I had only been living here a month when he moved in, and the day he did I noticed him: noticed the strong legs and wide shoulders, the thin waist and tanned skin topped by a beautiful face with a permanent smile beneath a shock of mousy blond hair. The day he arrived I was on

Take It Or Leave It - Satisfaction

Take It Or Leave It – Satisfaction When I woke again, it was still dark. The candles had burnt out, and I sensed rather than saw that the sky outside was just beginning to lighten. I was still encased in my leather harness, and as I moved a little, I felt the dried remains of last night’s mind-blowing experience scratchy on my skin. My head was resting against his leg, the supple

Take It Or Leave It, Part 1: Arrival

Crunnnchh! Suddenly I was jolted out of the thoughts buzzing around in my head about sales targets, budgets and stock problems. The car came to a grinding halt and a sickening feeling grew in the pit of my stomach. The noise from the motor had sounded very serious, and the way the engine died seemed to spell a permanent stop. “Fuck!” I declared loudly to the empty land around me.

Take It Or Leave It: Discipline

The next morning I woke suddenly, a tingling sensation in my dick irritating me into consciousness. In the first few seconds of waking I panicked, struggled vainly at the chains holding my arms in place and fell back onto the rough blankets where I had slept. He was bending over me, having just finished tying a piece of leather thong tightly around the girth of my cock, just below the

Take It Or Leave It: Rewards

I slept well that night, and woke up feeling surprisingly good. The ‘kennel’ was not cramped at all, and the pile of rags made a passable bed. I was stirring enough to be alert when I heard a whistle from within the house. Responding to his signal, I crawled from my kennel and stretched quickly before hurrying around to the front of the cottage and up the steps, waiting on hands

Take It Or Leave It: Riches

He carefully cleaned, dried and oiled our leathers, and I admired the way he looked after them, as he stood there naked and proud. Finishing, he pulled the chaps back on again, smoothing them over his legs and fastening them into position. With the gleaming leather gripped tightly around his muscled legs, and the bands of leather on his arms, he truly looked a formidable sight, and

The Shopper

The first time I saw him I almost creamed my pants on the spot. Tall, dark and handsome was the usual expression, but that went nowhere near doing justice to the way he looked. He stood at least 6’4”, and had short dark brown hair that looked a little unruly but suited him to perfection. His skin was tanned a deep golden brown and contrasted beautifully with the white T-shirt and

Work It Out

[Note: this story is a ‘spin-off’ from my story “Leather Lovers”, and was inspired by generous comments and a suggestion from Rick, a hot leather muscle guy, and one of my regular and appreciative readers.] Pete had known Mike for years. They had met at the gym, and had become good friends, often going out together for a drink, catching up with a group of others and enjoying the

Work It Out Some More

Pete and Steve had become regular fuck-buddies. Pete’s introduction to the delights of leather sex with Steve’s help had opened a whole new world to him, and he had happily procured his own gear, tailored and fitted to his body so that it looked great and felt fantastic. His curiosity had been aroused by seeing his friend, Mike, leathered and hot, building a relationship with Neale,

Work It Out Together

The very next afternoon, Pete and Steve met up again at the gym after work. Since their schedule for the week had been thrown out of whack, they decided to make their next session the Thursday evening instead of their usual Wednesday night slot. As they headed for the expanders, Steve nudged Pete, pointing. Already there, sweating against a heavy load on a leg curl machine, was Mike.

Work It Out Ultimately

[Author's note: This chapter of ‘Work It Out’ was specifically requested by Rick, a muscle leatherman who is a fan of my writing. Rick came up with the idea for the scene, and asked for a specific position that the guys get into. If you prefer the idea of the four guys staying friends but not getting back together in a group scene again, don't read this story. Otherwise, enjoy!]

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