Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2004 13:52:27 -0700
From: Wade Wright <wadewright@att.net>
Subject: "Doing Some New Stuff"   Chpt.1  Male/Gay-Authoritarian/Interracial

			   Doing Some New Stuff

		     Chapter One: Meeting Ron and Kyle

			      By Wade Wright

	"Here Kyle, put this up in him."  Ron instructed his leather
partner Kyle, who now had Butch chained to the table, gagged, blindfolded,
face down, ass in the air and learning some of the more exciting actions of
playing with the hard guys in the real world of basement bondage.
	Ron, aged 33 and Kyle, aged 34, a couple of total leather hot guys,
were into total bondage play and were really living the leather life.  Both
men completely played the leather role.  Both men looked like they had only
eaten just enough to make themselves look like structured leather gods, no
body fat, but a muscle everywhere you wanted to look.  Ron had a dark
complexion, with black hair and of course the very neatly trimmed and thick
beard.  Solid and firm body and arms you just wanted to go up to and lick!
Square jaw and eyes that every person wanted to look deeply into.  Wash
board stomach that was proudly displayed, all of the time!
	Kyle, now here was a black man!  Another specimen of shear power
and strength and looks to die for.  A man, a real man in every essence.
Tall, strong and a face of power, but yet a face that any puppy would love.
Puppy, of the doggie kind of puppy too!  Not just the type of "puppy boys"
that he has always had at the end of their neck leash.  His black leather
presented a much more fearsome look on his black skin than the usual black
on white.  His black mahogany skin shined almost as much as the black
leather!  With Kyle, and especially in a darker room like in the Leather
Man bar, you really needed to look the man over fully to really realize
that he actually had leather on, and he was not standing there fully nude.
	Of the two, Kyle was the total show stopper!  Every man that had
ever dreamed of playing with another man, when seeing this one, had
starred, drooled, and wished for a chance.  Every black man, every white
man, and every leather man of any tone, that had ever had imaginations of
making it with another man, had dripped and drooled over this hunk of man!
Ron's pride and joy was that he, Ron, had become the one selected man that
Kyle would have in bed with him every night and he was 'the man' that was
always there for Kyle to play with and do with, in whatever actions he
decided were the appropriate bondage games of the night!  Ron was also so
damn proud that he was Kyle's selected mate and his preferred human toy!
But an even greater thrill than that, was that he was the one man walking
on the face of this earth, that Kyle allowed to tie him down, pee on him,
spank him completely, run big things up in his ass and even humiliate him
whenever and wherever he wanted.  Kyle was Ron's master and his boy!  Ron
was the same!  Both men used the other man as his guardian, and at the same
time, as his human toy of choice.  In his mind, the other man was to be
used for any and all actions of his own personal choosing.  Ron never
objected, nor did Kyle.  Ron had been totally humiliated in public by
Kyle's demands of humiliation, and Ron had made the pay back.  Every time
one man took the other man into his total control and had let their world
see how he had total control of this other person, it just made their love
for each other that much stronger!  Each man had totally submitted himself
to the other man, for whatever the other man so desired!  Their obvious
love for each other, their respect for each other, their open ability to
totally humiliate the other man at call, and of course the physical
appearance of both men, were all very highly admired and desired by all of
their brothers in the local, and the state, leather scene.  They were prize
items to be admired and lusted after.  Thirteen years together certainly
had not turned out to be anything unlucky.  And especially not during this
session, on this particular week-end.
	This whole session, this Sunday afternoon, started the night before
when Ron and Kyle were at their favorite, dark back alley leather bar,
named "Leather Man".

	"Hey Ron, look over there, that young one sitting in the corner, by
himself.  What do you think?  Look how he's dressed!  Think he knows where
he is?  Think he has any idea of what kind of action he can get his ass
into, just by being in here?"
	"I don't know!  Sure does look kind of out of place, don't he?  How
old you figure he is?"
	"Oh probably 24, 25, 26 at the most, don't you think?"
	"I'd say if he's even 24 that's pretty old for him, unless he just
looks really young."
	Ron and Kyle, dressed in their skin tight leather chaps, cock
covering cod pieces, hard tight firm asses, totally exposed, heavy military
boots, waist tapered leather vests with their manly chests showing like
prize pictures and the official leather caps, were downing their beers at
the Leather Man bar as they sized up the young man in the corner, looking
so totally out of place that they wondered why Kenny, the owner/bartender,
had not asked him to leave.  Out of just plain reasoning for safety, Kenny
would often suggest that certain guys do leave the bar.  Way too often he
had seen customers say the wrong thing, to the wrong guy, and in a leather
bar, no leather man is criticized or made fun of in any slight sort of way,
without finding out that the offender might just as well have made that
same bad comment to every man in the bar.  For this guy, the guy in the
corner, he had been keeping his mouth shut and staying by himself, so Kenny
had not found any reason yet, to ask him to hit the road.
	Hey, Ron, let's go talk to 'em.  Let's see if he has any idea of
just what he's asking for in just being in here!"
	"Yea let's do.  Come on, grab your beer bud!  I've seen him
glancing at us more than once since we've been in here.  Let's see if he
knows what in the hell is up!"
	Ron and Kyle each grabbed their beers, pulled their caps down a
little farther over their eyes, which had become a natural reaction over
the years whenever they were on the prowl, or were going to be out in more
of the public areas, where they could be checked out by both, the hotly
dressed leather men and their boys, or even the more casually attired
normal, public people.
	"Hey, kid."  Kyle said as the approached the kid's table and drew
his attention.
	"What you up to kid?"  Kyle asked.
	"Oh nothing, nothing."  The young man answered as he looked at the
two hot muscular leather men as they sat their beers on his table.
	"Know where you are?"  Ron asked.
	"Yea, I think so." The young man answered, as he rather nervously
checked out the two hunky men that were now demanding his attention.  The
same two hot hunky men that the young man knew, every other man in the bar
was lusting after, and watching for his very first chance to approach 'em.
The young man, the oddity of the bar, was pretty well taken back that they,
Mr. Black muscle and Mr. White muscle, had chosen him to come talk to, and
not some of the other hot looking leather guys that were now watching that
corner of the room to see just what was going to happen next.
	Off in another corner of the bar, one leather man that was watching
the two hot hunks walk over to the young man, turned to his table mate and
said, "Oh shit man!  Suppose those two don't want that twinky looking kid
in here?  Oh shit man!  Wonder if there's going to be trouble in here in a
minute."
	The young man looked at the two, and answered.  "Yea, I'm in the
Leather Man Bar.  Right?  It's OK that I'm in here isn't it?"
	"Oh yea kid, yea it's OK you are in here, ------as long as you know
how to act.  Do you know anything about they guys that are in here, where
you are at?  Kid, you do know this is no McDonald's don't you?"
	"Yea, of course I know that!  Well, ---well I don't know any of the
men, but what do you mean, do I know anything about them?  I do know that
they are all into wearing leather.  They're leather men.  Like you two
also.  They like to wear leather.  Right?"
	"Right!  Yea kid you are right about that!  What else do you know?"
	"Well, I'm not sure I know anything else but that!  Is there
something else I'm supposed to know?"
	"Well let me ask you," Ron said.  "What if one of those guys over
there, like that big one standing at the bar with that chain hanging from
his waist, what if he told you to go home with him.  What do you suppose he
would want?  Why would he want you, to go home with him, --any idea?"
	"Probably, well, probably,----- because,----hey I don't know.  I'm
sorry, I guess I just don't know what you are asking me."
	"See that chain he's got hangin on his side?"
	"Yea, I see it."
	"See the collar on the end of it?"
	"Yea, yea I see it."
	"Well kid, if that guy, Big Daddy, as he's called, if he told you
to go home with him, that's because he needs himself a boy, and that empty
collar on his side is making that statement.  Want me to go ask him if he'd
like to have you as his boy?"
	"No!  No I don't."
	"Well why not kid?"  Ron asked.  "You're in what we would probably
call, 'his space', and he obviously belongs here from the way he is
dressed, but yet you are sitting here looking like you just walked out of
church someplace.  Don't you kind of think that maybe he just might decide
that you are here, maybe looking for someone like him to make you his boy?
Want to be his boy, kid?  You know what he could do with a boy like you?
Ever thought of how he could just use you however he wanted?  Want me to go
tell Big Daddy, that we've got a guy for him?"
	"No, no please don't."
	"Well boy, why not?  Why not?  You've got to be in here looking for
something aren't you man?  What you looking for?  Do you really know where
in the hell you are kid?  Want me to tell Big Daddy that you want to put
his collar on?"
	"No, no please do not do that?"
	"Well why not?  I'm real confused as to just why you are here if
you don't want to maybe be Big Daddy's boy.  What you doing in here kid?
What you doing?  Do you have any idea at all of just what some of these
guys would love to do with something like you?  Man, they could make mince
meat out of you!  And really, from looking at you right now, I'm not so
sure you're too far from being mince meat right now anyway.  Kid, why in
the hell are you in this place?  Why are you here?"
	"I'm wanting to meet guys like you two."
	"What?  What'd you say?'  Kyle quickly asked.
	"I'm here wanting to meet guys that look like you two men do.  I
like the way you two look.  I think you two are hot looking leather men."
	Ron!  Ron did you hear what the kid just said?  Hell man, maybe
he's more here than I thought!  Hell man, maybe he ain't so dumb after
all!"
	"Yea Kyle, yea I heard and I want to hear more.  So kid, tell us
more.  How long you known about this bar?"
	"About a year or a little longer."
	"So how did you hear about it?  It's not exactly out along the
highway.  How did you find out about it?"
	"I saw an article in the 'Gay Local Rag' one time, talking about
it, and it had the address in that article."
	"Oh hey man, the 'Gay Local Rag'!  So just how did you happen to
get your hands on a copy of that?  You a gay boy?"
	"Yea, yes I am.  I'm gay."
	"Oh OK!"  Exclaimed Ron.  "OK now we are getting someplace.  So how
long you been gay, kid?  I mean, how long you been doing the gay stuff?"
	"Ever since I was a sophomore in high school.  I wanted to before
that, but that was the first time I did anything with a guy.  I got sucked
off that day!"
	"Oh you got sucked off that day!  Ever get sucked off since that
day?  Ever suck some other guy off?"
	"Yea, yes, I have, -both.
	"Maybe you mean, Yea, yes I have -both,---Sir!"
	"Yes Sir, yes that is what I mean, Sir.  I am pretty active, but
it's not with the kind of guys that I'd like to be doing stuff with."
	 "Oh,----- the kind of guys that you'd like to be sucking on,
----right?'
	"Yea.  Yes, Sir!'
	"OK then kid, just what is the type that you'd like to be sucking
on?"
	"Like you guys.  Like you guys, sir!"
	"Oh Ron hey man, did you hear that?  Hey, maybe we need to reassess
this guy.  Maybe he just looks real churchy.  Maybe this guy really does
have some class."
	"So kid, why us?  Why us instead of the ones you've been doing?"
	"You guys are hot looking, Sir.  You are all men!  You look good,
and your leather smells good.  That makes me horny, Sir!"
	"Well, what about Big Daddy over there?  He's looking for a boy.
He's all dressed out in his leather!  You're looking for a leather guy,
want me to get him over here?"
	"No, no please don't do that!  No sir, please don't!"
	"Why not?  Tell me why not!"
	"I'm sorry, but he's not hot looking to me, Sir.  I know he is all
in leather, but he's not hot looking, like you two men are.  You are real
hot guys, and I'm sure that man is nice, but it's guys like you that get me
all turned on and kind of excited.  It's guys like you that I've seen in
the magazines that I've looked at and wanted to be together with.  It's
guys like you two that I want to do some new stuff with."
	"Oh, so you are saying that if one of us wanted you to put a collar
on and make you become one of our boys, that you would maybe think about
that?  Being our boy is OK, but not his?  Right?"
	"Yea, yea. Yes Sir, yes!"
	"So you want to be doing some new stuff, right, but just with the
right guys, right?"
	"Yea, yes Sir, yes I do!  I want to be doing new stuff, ---I want
to be doing and trying some of the stuff that I've heard and read about,
but I want somebody like you two guys to do it with.  I think both of you
guys are really, really hot!  Sir, --- can I maybe do some stuff with you
guys?  Sir, can you guys teach me some new stuff?  Something more than just
the calm sex stuff?  Something that some of the guys don't do?"
	"Wow Ron.  This one is sharper than we gave him credit for."
	"Hey kid, what's your name?"
	"Shawn Miller.  It's Shawn Miller, Sir."
	"Ron, hear that?  He knows to refer to us as Sir!  He's not doing
so bad is he?  Really looks totally out of place in here, but right now I'm
glad we started talking to him and didn't leave him up for some of the
others.  He's not doing so bad is he?"
	"No he sure isn't Kyle, he sure isn't!  Totally fresh meat, right
in off the farm meat, but he is doing OK as far as I'm concerned."
	Then turning and looking at Shawn directly, Ron said, "Kid, with
us, you are no longer Shawn, you are Butch!  Understand?  Butch!"
	"Yes sir, yes, ---Butch.  May I ask if that means that maybe I will
get to know you two a little longer than just right now?  May I ask if
maybe I can get to know both of you?"
	"Hey kid, you may ask anything you want!"  Kyle answered.  "You can
always ask anything you want, but don't always expect it to be granted the
way you are asking for.  Understand?'
	"Yes Sir, yes."
	"Hey Kyle, don't think you should tell him that he can ask anything
he wants.  There may be times when he won't be able to ask for anything.
Think maybe you had better take that statement back."
	"Yea right Ron, you are right!  Hey kid, you can ask, whenever we
let you, but Ron's right, that will not be all the time."
	"Sir-uh Sir.  You are making statements like,-uh like maybe we will
be seeing each other after just tonight, is that right?  Is that what you
are meaning, ---Sir?"
	"Hey, Ron, what you think?  Think we will be seeing the kid after
just tonight?"
	Kyle, I'd say right now it is all up to him.  I'd say, maybe we
need to find out just how grown up this guy is.  What do you think?  Think
maybe he's actually a little more prepared for the real life than what he
looks like standing there in his Dockers and his nice little neat red
pull-over polo?" "Yea Ron, I'd say maybe it would be good to do some
chatting and just see if he hit this bar on the right night!  Let me grab
these beers over here that Kenny sat out for us, and I'll be right back."
	Kyle quickly turned and grabbed the three Buds that Kenny, the
bartender, had set on the bar after Kyle had motioned for a new round for
all three of them, and as he returned back to the table, he heard Butch,
saying, "Well yea, I've got one that is pretty big.  Yea, I do."
	"Have what that's pretty big?"  Kyle asked of Butch and Ron as he
sat the beers down."
	"Oh I was asking him if he ever uses a dildo on himself.  He told
me that yea he does, that he has one that is pretty big."
	"Oh really?"  Kyle asked.  "So Butch, just how big is it?"
	"Well I'm not too sure of just what it measures, but it's about
this long and this big around."  Butch said as he represented about a 10
inch length and about a 2 inch diameter size with his hands."
	"Shit man!"  Ron replied.  "Really that big?  Are you maybe
exaggerating any?  Really that size?"
	"Sir, I think it's pretty close to that.  I don't think I am
exaggerating any.  I saw it in a book store one night and I bought it since
I wanted to see what something pretty big felt like up in my butt and I
think it's about that size."
	"So Butch kid, you take that whole thing?"  Kyle asked.
	"Yea, I do.  I had some trouble the first few times, but then after
I got it all the way up in me once, then it felt so good, after that, I can
take it pretty fast."
	"Hey Ron, sounds like the kid likes to play pretty well, don't it?"
	"Yea I'd sure say so.  Hey Butch, what else do you do?"
	"You mean sex wise, Sir?"
	"Yea, sex wise.  What else do you do?"
	"By myself, that's about it.  With other guys, I do the usual
sucking, getting sucked, fucking his ass and getting mine fucked, whenever
I can.  I don't get that as often as I'd like, but whenever I can, I get
fucked."
	"So what else you wanting to do?  Any idea of other stuff you'd
like to do?"
	"Yea, I guess.  Well I mean, I think there is more stuff, but I've
never gotten to do any of it, and I kind of guess that's why I'm in here
tonight.  I'm hoping to maybe find some guys that will do some more
different stuff with me."
	"Hey Ron, sounds good to me, what do you say?"
	"I'd say, the moons hanging just about right tonight!  Butch, if we
said we'd like for you to go to our house for the night and do some
different stuff, what would you say?"
	"Uh, I'd say, yea,-I guess."
	"Well why, I guess?  What's to guess about?"
	"Would I be safe?  Sir, both of you, --I've never been with leather
guys before, and I've wanted to come in here to meet some leather guys ever
since I read about this place, but I've got to admit, I'm not too sure how
ruff you guys get with each other.  Would I be safe?  I mean, you wouldn't
do anything to me that is dangerous or physically harmful would you?  I
mean, yea---yea I do want to go, but men, I've never ever done anything
more than the bedroom kind of sex, and I know there is more stuff, but I've
never done it.  Yea, I'd like to go with you men, but can you promise me
that you won't do anything to me that hurt me?"
	"That hurts you?  No kid, sure can not promise you that, but we can
promise you that whatever hurts will be a good hurt and you will be glad
you felt it.  As for doing anything to you that harms you, no!  No way!
This is for fun and enjoying each other and playing with each other.  No
Butch, we will not harm you.  No cutting, no blood, no needles, no scat-you
do know what scat is, -right?"
	"Yea, I've heard that before.  Thanks man, I don't think that would
be fun.  But, maybe you could show me some other stuff.  I like to get my
ass played with, but I've never really found anybody that wants to really
do anything.  Is that possible?"
	"Oh hell yes!" Ron interjected.  "With the size of dildo that you
already use on yourself, I figured you like to have your ass played with.
Yea kid, yea we will definitely play with that ass.  Kyle, I'll bet he has
one nice looking little bud hole back there, what do you think?"
	"I think we need to get him out of here and get him to the basement
and find out just how nice and rosy it really is!"
	"The basement?"  Shawn asked rather timidly.
	"Yea kid, the basement.  You are going to go to our basement with
us.  We have a playroom down there, and that is where you are finally going
to find out just how leather men play and what they play with.  Still game?
Still want to finally step over that little line that says, I'm a twinky,
or the other side that says, I'm a man, and I can play like a man!?"
	Then looking at Ron, Kyle asked.  "Hey man.  I don't think we
should just get up and walk out of here, do you?  Don't you think it'd be
better if we let everybody know we have a new one that is going with us?"
	"Yea Kyle, yea I totally agree."  Then looking at Butch, Ron leaned
closer to Shawn, lowered his voice and continued. "OK boy, -uh, Butch, you
still want to play our way?"
	"Yea, yes Sir, I do!"
	"OK then here is what's up. If you are saying you want to do our
stuff with us, then you have to totally do as we say, starting right now!
Understand?  Right now!  Whatever we say, you do!  You got a car
someplace?"
	"Yea, it's parked in a parking lot around the corner."
	"Locked, I assume?"
	"Yea, yes it is."
	"OK we'll let it stay there.  Tomorrow is Sunday, they don't charge
for Sunday, we'll get it later."
	Looking at Ron, Shawn then asked, "Sunday?  Why you saying Sunday?"
	"Hey young man!  You go with us now, it will be later Sunday before
you are done.  OK?  Understand?  This is no one half hour thing.  Butch,
you are going to act like Butch if you are going with us, understand?"
	"Yes Sir, yes I do!"
	"So, no problem with Sunday, then right?"
	"No Sir!  No problem with Sunday, I just did not understand, but
Sunday is OK!"
	"OK now. Another question!  What kind of underwear you got on?"
	"Underwear?!  I've got a pair of black briefs on.  Just some black
jockey kind."
	"Great!  OK, kid, last chance to back out!  You still want to go
with us?"
	"Yes, yes I do, Sir!"
	"OK then, from this moment on, you do not ask us any questions
until we are out of this bar and on the way to the house.  Understand?  If
so, tell me you understand and will just do as told!"
	"Sir, I do understand will do as told."
	Ron then leaned back a little, looked at Shawn, and said.  "I'll be
right back.  I'm going out to the truck and get the collar, wrist chains
and the ankle chains.  Anything else I need?"
	"Hey grab that little canvas bag behind the seat to put his clothes
in, OK?"
	"Yea, will be right back."  And as he said that, he got up and
headed for the door, to head on out to the truck.
	Shawn looked at Kyle and very lowly under his breath said,
"Clothes?"
	Kyle looked at Butch and said, "Hey man, no questions, remember?
Now drink the rest of that beer.  You are OK.  You understand me man!  You
are OK.  You're going to find out real quickly though that this is not the
church social hall, and we have already promised you that you will not be
hurt any, but you will play our way.  Understand?  You came here looking
for someone like us, and now you have found us.  So now, it's all up to Ron
and I!  Understand?  Now finish your beer before Ron gets back."
	Butch picked up his beer, drank it as fast as he could, and
immediately started to wonder just how deep in trouble he had gotten
himself.  Why in the hell did Ron want the wrist and ankle chains in here,
in the bar, and the collar, too?  What did they mean about the bag for his
clothes?  Oh sit Shawn was starting to really wonder if he had been
completely out of his mind telling these two guys that he was game.  Oh
shit he thought.  "What in the hell am I into now?"
	As Butch was downing the rest of his beer, he saw Ron come back in
and he had the canvas bag in his hand.  He came over to the table, sat the
canvas bag on the table, looked at Kyle and asked, "Ready?"
	Kyle stood up, looked at Ron and said, "Yea man!  I'm ready!"
	Ron looked at Butch, told him to stand up and take everything off
except his briefs.  Then lowering his voice, and only slightly leaning
toward Butch, he added, "No questions, ----No questions!"
	Shaking and nervous, Butch stood up, pulled his shirt off over his
head and put it on the table. He bent over and untied his gym shoes that he
had on, and took the left one off.  He put it on the table.  Then he took
the right one off and put it on the table.  Kyle just simply said, "The
socks, the socks."
	As Butch took both of his socks off and then stood up to put them
on the table he quickly realized that all of a sudden he had become the
center of attention for the entire bar.  Even Kenny had stopped fixing
drinks and was standing there watching Kyle and Ron stand over Butch as he
undressed.
	"The pants!  Do the pants!"  Ron rather quietly stated.
	Butch unbuckled the belt, unfastened the button and the zipper, and
let the pants fall down.  He stepped out of them and placed them on the
table with the rest of his clothes.
	Ron took the neck collar out of the canvas bag and placed it on the
table.  Then he took out the wrist restrains and buckled one leather
restraint on Butch's left wrist, and the other on the right wrist.  With
the chain secured to each restraint, Butch now had his wrists chained
together.  He stood there and just quietly looked at them.
	While Ron was putting on the wrist restraints, Kyle was securing
Butch's ankles with the ankle chains.  As Kyle stood up, Butch knew he was
now a total submissive to his two new "friends".
	Kyle folded Butch's clothes and placed them in the bag, and then
took the collar in his hand.  Rather holding it slightly up, but not really
up in the air, he looked at Ron as if to say, "Final piece man, final
piece!"
	Kyle unbuckled the collar, placed it around Butch's neck and firmly
re-buckled it and snapped the pad-lock closed.  As the pad lock snapped
shut, the room broke out into a loud applause.  Cheers were heard.  The
leather men in the Leather Man bar knew and were celebrating the conversion
of another man into their crew and each man knew that with the undressing
and the chaining ceremony that they had just witnessed, that Ron and Kyle
were now headed out to take their new, virgin playmate, to their place and
teach him some of the actions that they each respectively enjoyed.
	Comments such as, "Damn lucky kid!"  "Why not me?"  "Shit another
one, and hell he's never even been in here before."  And one guy that
actually yelled out, "Congratulations kid, pretty soon you will be a real
man!"
	With Ron on one side, and Kyle on the other, they slowly walked
Butch out of the bar, as they accepted the congrads from some of the other
patrons of the bar, and also heard Kenny yelling at one of his customers
to, "Carry this out to the truck for the guys."  Kenny was giving them a
case of Bud as a congratulatory gift for their accomplishment of getting
the new boy!