From: wcdad50@aol.com (WCDAD50)
Subject: Training a Trainman (m/m)
Date: 10 Aug 1996 15:15:23 -0400

TRAINING A TRAINMAN

Enrico Rona was a faggot; he still was not sure that he approved of it but
he'd known it since eighth grade when he had to will his dick soft in the
locker room. Now he was a trainman with the SEPTA transit authority in
Southeast Pennsylvania. He got to wear a tight little tailored uniform and
punch tickets twice a day. It was an easy, pointless job. It paid him a whole
lot of money but, because of a split shift, it ate up most of his time. He
spent his four hours off in the middle of the day in a downtown gym, a
paradise for a faggot like him, addicted to fucking butch ass. He spent two
of these four hours pumping iron and no doubt he was buffed. He had a
beautiful Latin face, with fair, hairless skin. He was five foot eight and
slender of waist, broad of shoulder. He had an ass like two firm melons,
melons that flexed voluptuously when he walked and attracted stares in the
straightest locations. His cock was 6 1/2 inches, cut, thick, with an upward
tilt when hard; and it was hard all the time. In the gym he had staked out a
sex-lair in the mat-room. Here, during his second two hours off, he fucked
anything that moved, man or boy, with a staying power that amazed his mates
and mystified him. Yes, he shot his load eventually; yes, his big load of hot
jism spouted fountain-like all over the face or ass of his lover of the
moment. But, it wasn't the thrill that he remembered from high school. He
felt as he was going through the motions.....Still, the motions made him cum.
And, for a while, that satisfied his longings.

Enrico collected tickets on the early morning train into the city. Mostly,
the patrons he saw did not turn him on: old men with big bellies and no hair.
But there were exceptions. One tall sleek dude he saw every day wore his
wedding ring like a flag. He even had the bitch next to him some days.
Married or not, he made Enrico very hot. He had a big showing basket,
bubble-butt, long slender but powerful legs encased in tight Italian suits.
His face was fair looking but hard. Enrico fantasized he would have been a
Nazi youth in the bad old days. Something about him made Enrico think of
blow-jobs. Something about him made Enrico's ass hot. Enrico didn't get
fucked. Twice big dicked bruisers had tried to fuck him and he didn't like it
either time. It hurt and he successfully fought them off. Yet he got the
feeling that he wouldn't mind bending over for this dude's hot cock.
Presenting his mostly hairless asshole for a good ramming. Taking a few hard
smacks. God, His trainman's pants felt tight when he saw him! He wore a
jockstrap to keep his prick in line but when he saw this Nazi, his pouch got
real full and hot. In his mind he named him Hans. He thought about Hans a
lot. How he would look naked with a hard cock. How he would look standing
above him in the dominant position. Rico was the boss in all his sexual
encounters but still he thought about being on his knees before Hans. And he
got really hard. Thank God for the jock.

Then there was Jeff. Jeff wasn't his real name either, he didn't know the
real names of anyone on the train. Jeff was much taller than Rico was, had a
broad shouldered, swimmer's body. His face was unlined but not youthful.
Maybe just shy of 30. He wore yuppie granny glasses. He was always tan. His
longish, dark brown hair was thick, beautifully cut, perfect to run your
hands through. He had maybe fifty gray hairs in his mane. Rico lived for
Fridays. On Fridays Jeff 'dressed down,' not in jeans, not even in tight
pants but you could see that he had a bitchin body through his Dockers and
plaid shirt. Big basket! Tight ass! He always wore long sleeves so all Rico
could see was that he had furry wrists and hands. Rico imagined that his tan
chest was lightly furred. He wanted to suck on his swimmer's tits with the
strands of hair in his teeth. He wanted to pull the hairs gently between his
teeth. God, he was thinking passive again. Body worship! Licking tits,
kissing a musty, fully packed jockstrap, licking a perfectly formed asshole,
pushing aside two full melons of butt cheek to get at it. Making grunts and
slurps while Jeff called him sex-names. Thank God for the jock.

Every once in a while a third guy, a guy he wouldn't normally notice caught
his eye. He had a plain face, raw-boned, closely shaved heavy beard, ugly
glasses. He wore rumpled, cheap suits. He looked unpleasant. With no
particular pattern, he 'dressed down.' Boy, did he 'dress down!' He wore the
tightest pair of Wranglers Rico had ever seen. They lovingly clung to a
genuine grade A, hard ass bubble-butt. It was really round and looked like
you could crack eggs on it. Rico had his normal reaction to this guy whom he
called Chas. He wanted to fuck him. Fuck him bad and long and hard. He wanted
to smack that butt, make it red, make it hot for his dick. He wanted to cum
all over that fucking ass. He wanted to fuck it twice without getting soft.
Bet he would cum just as hard the second time. Thank God for the jock.



TRAINMAN'S FRIDAY MORNING -- OCTOBER 21



Ater collecting the tickets on this Friday, Rico went to the vestibule to
stand in the open air for the half hour ride to the city. He did this every
day. Passengers were not allowed, so he could think about the wild but
unsatisfying sex of the afternoon before. He could also daydream about the
people he saw in his cars while lifting tickets. Today was a banner day. Jeff
looked extra hot in his Dockers. Chas. was in his tight Wranglers and a dark
brown leather jacket. Even Hans was dressed down, wearing a super faded,
tight Levi's jacket over his sleek torso. He wore loose pants; they looked
like work pants. His big basket was visible but not blatantly displayed as he
sat reading a novel. Rico slowly rubbed his balls through the twill of his
trainman's pants as he thought about this three letter ticket lift. He got a
spacy look as he thought about....sucking Jeff's cock ....being fucked by
Hans....fucking Chas.' perfect set of cakes. 

The door from the body of the car opened unexpectedly. Rico quickly and
guiltily removed his hand from his crotch. He was caught, and by Chas., too.
Normally he should chase the passenger back into the car. Today, though, he
was so hot that he said something stupid like, "Real stuffy in there isn't
it." 

Chas. didn't waste a minute.

"I saw you looking me over in there. Did you like what you saw? Is that why
you're beating off?"

Rico blushed and looked away. People at work didn't know that he was queer.
'Did they?' Now, a customer caught him lovingly caressing his cock and balls
in the vestibule. And this big stud knew that he was the cause. He was
caught; what could he say? Honest reply? Why not?

"Yeah, I liked it. I sure would like to shove seven inches to that fuckable
ass you're advertising."

"Like to slap it around a little, make it red?" Chas. asked.

"Yeah..... how'd you know? I'd like to make it red before I fuck it. Real
red!"

Then Chas. said something that made Rico's dick literally pop up in his jock,
"Can you imagine what my ass would look like in really tight Leather Jeans?
Does that make you sweat?"

Chas. then turned around so that his perfect Wrangler-cupped ass was on
display, "Like this ass, dude? You want to slap it? Want to fuck it? Want to
see it in shiny black leather? Want to beat it with a black leather paddle,
get it all red and hot for you to fuck?"

"Yeah, man. That sounds really hot. Leather jeans and a paddle...Man!" 

At this point the door to the car opened and out came Hans and Jeff.

"You get our trainman hot, Carl?" Hans said.

Carl was 'Chas.'

"Yeah, Bill. He's hard and dripping in his jock; he says he's ready to beat
my ass with a black leather paddle," Carl said to Hans with a wink.

Bill was 'Hans.'

Rico was beyond embarrassment. He was steaming with lust. His three dream
commuters were all on the platform with him talking about ass beating and ass
fucking. His cock was so hard that it tented his jock and his heavy twill
trainman's pants. 'Jeff' walked over and grabbed a rough handful of Rico's
cock and balls through his trainman's pants, "Feels like he IS hot. This is
good hard cock. And...," he gave Rico's balls a hard, painful squeeze, "I
think he's into the rough stuff."

Rico didn't think that he was into the rough stuff. Sure he liked to slap an
ass around a little while fucking. He had squeezed and twisted a well-formed
tit in his time. But these dudes were talking about black leather whips and
pants. 'Jeff' was really crushing his balls......And Rico was panting with
lust.

"The guy controlling your nuts is Erik," Bill said. "He likes to work over
trainmen when he's dressed in leather: boots, pants, jacket hat and gloves.
Just his hairy, perfect chest shows while he's squeezing your balls and
twisting your tits, getting you ready for an ass whipping. Sound good,
Trainman?"

It did sound good. Erik, Bill and Carl were nut crushers and ass whippers.
They were ganging up on him and his straining jock told him he liked it. Too
much! Rico let himself be carried along by the flood of sex-heat. Rico
wondered if Bill liked black leather too.

Bill spoke after Rico had writhed in sexual anguish for a long time, "Would
you like to come over to our playroom for the weekend? Erik and I are looking
for another slave. Carl's tired old ass can't take all the punishment we dish
out anymore."

"Fuck, yes, Bill," Rico sighed, amazing himself both with the answer and his
willingness to give it. Without thinking he added, "Do you dress in leather
too? The thought of you in black leather makes me want to cum like a
fountain."

"Yeah, I like leather. I wear knee-high engineer's boots, a cock-ring, a
leather jock, leather Speedos, a chest harness, real thin gloves and a biker
hat when I'm having a session. I like to use a horsewhip.

"You'd better be prepared, I really make my slaves crawl. My slaves have to
like it a lot to take the abuse."

SLAVES! The thought made Rico terrified. It made him want to run away. But,
more, it made his prick throb. 'Oh God, I'm so hard.' 

Erik, who had not given up his handful of Rico's crotch said, "Feels like he
does likes it, Bill. This dick couldn't be harder if it was cumming."

Suddenly, Erik words came true as Rico fountained in his jock sending a
widening dark stain through to his trainman's pants. Rico stifled gasps of
sexual gratification. He hadn't cum like this since his first blow-job in
high school. 'What the hell was going on?' he thought, 'All this talk of
whips and leather pants and this dude squeezing the heck out of my nuts and I
cum like a teenager.'

Erik jerked his hand away from Rico's crotch.

"You came without permission, Shitface! You will pay for that tonight!"

Erik looked fierce. Rico had never thought that that beautiful face could
inspire fear but he was now scared of the meeting tonight. Scared and hot as
hell. His hard cock did not go down in his jism slimy jockstrap. It strained
and throbbed and begged Rico to say yes and pay the price of his wanton
cumming.

"Come on over tonight," Carl urged, lightly touching Rico's damp crotch with
his championship ass. "You'll love it, I guarantee."

Bill, who had stood back from the whole encounter, grinned at Rico in a
manner calculated to instill fear, not reassurance. "You will come over
tonight, Asshole. You will buy a pair of Leather Jeans today and you will
wear all the leather you've got tonight. You will look hot for your masters."

Rico couldn't think straight. All this talk about leather and masters made
him compliant. He agreed to come over. Directions and times were given. The
train pulled into the city and Rico had to clasp his hands in front of his
stained trainman's pants as he wished a good day to the departing commuters.

Rico dashed to the trainmen's lounge after the run. It was a dirty and
squalid place but there were showers. He needed a shower desperately. As he
undressed, Rico paid no attention to the bantering around him. He dived for
the shower and went into a sex trance when the warm water hit his body. His
had a God damn boner again. Rico slowly whacked his meat in the shower as he
thought about buying Leather Jeans. He didn't know where to buy them. 'Do you
look Leather Jeans up in the Yellow Pages?' As his sex need escalated, as his
cock throbbed harder, he knew that he would find a place. He would buy
Leather Jeans today. Then, for the second time this morning, his cock
erupted. Eight spurts, he counted; big ones that hit the wall of the shower.
Rico slumped against the wall of the shower in orgasmic collapse.


Training a Trainman  (Part 2 -- Chapter 3)

Trainman In the Leather Store

Rico looked around carefully before entering The Pleasure Chest. What the
hell, if someone saw him he could always say that he was buying something
for his chick. At 10 o'clock, there was no one in the store except the
clerk, an old but muscular dude with a hairy chest hanging out of a
leather gambler's vest. The clerk left Rico alone as he slowly walked
around the store. There were whips of every possible description: riding
crops with leather feathers, dog whips, bull whips, cat-o-nine-tails.
There was a whole wall of paddles. Rico's ass tightened involuntarily as
he thought of the pain. His cock was giving little thumps of desire again.
Restraints! Handcuffs! This store was such a turn-on. There was even a
display dummy decked out in full leather. But, he couldn't find Leather
Jeans. He was nervous and sweaty in his off-duty Levi's. He returned to
gaze at the whip display once more. He finally got up the courage to talk
to the store clerk.

"Excuse me, Sir, do you carry pants?"

"What kind are you looking for, son? We don't have regular jeans like you
have on."

"No," Rico blushed fiercely as he blurted out his mission, "I am looking
for leather pants, for a party."

"For a party....I understand. Well, we have horsehide biker's pants, three
kinds of jeans and all kinds of chaps. The chaps are really hot. We also
have several designs of shorts, from Speedos to boxers. What are you
looking for specifically?"

Rico felt timid for the first time since he had started at the gym, three
years ago, "Leather jeans, please Sir."

The clerk picked up on his hesitation but instead of bullying Rico, he
became solicitous.

"We have some really great jeans. They're in the back room so the trolls
don't mess them up. You'd look really great in the pair I have in mind.
What's your waist size, 30?"

"Thirty or 29 depending on the pants. My inseam's 28. I'm pretty short."

"The jeans come long; we fit the length in the store. Let's try a 28 waist
to start with. Leather stretches a little and it looks best when it's
tight across the butt. It shows off your basket, too," he leered. "Let's
go in back."

With that, the clerk smoothly went to the front door, locked it and put up
the "Closed" sign.

"We don't want to be disturbed during the fitting," he confided.

The clerk then led Rico to the back of the store. The smell of leather was
so strong that Rico almost swooned. He didn't believe that his cock could
get hard again but there it was throbbing in his tight jeans. The clerk
went over to some shelves by the wall and picked out a pair of folded,
shiny black pants.

"Let's try these on, shall we? We have a dressing room over there but you
look like you could use some help getting into these. They will be very
tight over that big hard-on you're showing. Why don't you let me help you
get into them?"

Rico was mortified that his hard-on was so noticeable to the clerk. But
the thought of dropping his skintight jeans and displaying his diamond
hard prick to the clerk was strangely desirable. Rico started to unbuckle
his belt without further prompting. He opened the button fly with one
sweeping motion and his rampant, dripping cock was exposed! The clerk
smoothly helped Rico with the jeans, folded them neatly and placed on a
nearby chair. With his back to Rico, he furtively sniffed the crotch of
the jeans. He then picked up the Leather Jeans and gave them to Rico.

"Step into these and I'll help you get them up; they'll be very tight. You
have narrow hips but a hell of a full ass. It might be easier if you
started sitting on this bench," he said indicating a leather covered pew
with chains and leather restraints hanging from it.

Rico did as he was told. His cock stayed hard; he was in sex-trance for
real. He sat on the pew and slowly stuck his feet into the jeans. He
started to pull them up. They were very tight on his thighs and much too
long. The clerk reached down and folded the excess leather of the legs
into large, floppy cuffs.

"Now stand up and pull them up over your ass," the clerk instructed.

Rico did. The feel of the leather on his thighs and butt made Rico reel.
He sucked in his gut and buttoned the pants. His dick was so hard that it
hit his washboard belly over the fastening. He could feel his asscheeks
restrained by the leather. The smell of the leather as his body heated it
was heavenly. He was never going to get the zipper up. The clerk looked
approvingly at the tight fit over Rico's hard butt. He motioned for Rico
to come over to the set of fitting mirrors to check himself out. He placed
his hands lightly on Rico's narrow leather covered hips to position him.
When he was done Rico could see his ass perfectly. He wanted to fuck his
own ass! He never saw a sight so sexy. His still exposed cock drooled and
throbbed with heat.

"They look really good in the rear," the clerk opined. "They'll give your
ass even more definition after we get the zipper closed but it doesn't
look like we'll be able to do that for a while," he said, looking with awe
at Rico's bone hard six and a half inches.

Rico was so hard that he would now measure over seven. His cock actually
ached with its engorgement. 

"Do you want a little help with that?" the clerk asked. "I've sucked quite
a number of satisfied cocks in this store. I can't think of another one
that I would rather suck at this moment."

"Please, Sir," was all that Rico could get out of his passion constricted
throat.

"You'll have to help me out a little bit," said the clerk. "I think you're
very hot but I like my boys to be a little bit more dominant. Let me get
you a few thing."

With this, the clerk disappeared into the front of the store leaving Rico
with his sex clouded thoughts. He stared at himself in the mirror, rampant
cock jutting out of Leather Jeans, bubble-butt encased in Leather Jeans.
His beautiful light-skinned torso stood our in stark contrast to the jet
black Leather Jeans. It was as if this was real sex. Everything else he
had ever done was just a prelude. He slowly flexed before the mirror
admiring his new look. He gently brushed his hard little nipples with the
back of his hand, flinching at the wave of feeling this caused. He didn't
touch his cock. He couldn't. Even the thought of touching his cock would
make him cum and he had a blow-job waiting. 

He tried looking mean into the mirror but chuckled softly at the effect.
'That needs some work.' The chuckle had broken the cycle of ever spiraling
excitement and Rico felt a modicum of control returning. Now he was
getting pissed. Where was that damn clerk? He needed his blow-job now!
Rico was tempted to march into the front of the store with his hard-on
swinging. He thought better of it at the memory of the display windows out
front. He'd come a long way in the last three hours but he was still not
about to wave his hard cock, hanging out of leather trou, in a store
window on Walnut street. 

'What if the clerk was setting him up?' The paranoia this thought
generated made his dick soften a little for the first time since he had
entered the back room.

At that moment, the clerk returned carrying a small assortment of black
items. If Rico was right, they were all black leather.

"Look what I brought for you. Do you like them?"

"I'm not sure what they are," said Rico, not saying 'Sir' to the clerk for
the first time since entering the store. "Show me what they are and what
they are used for."

Rico was still staring at the beautiful god in Leather Jeans in the
mirror. That god was him. There were very few traces of subservience left
in his manner now. The clerk was here to serve HIM and he'd better be
quick about it.

The clerk moved briskly to show his selections. Now that they were closer,
Rico could recognize the riding crop he had stared at when he first
entered the shop. There was also a studded leather cock-ring and a biker's
hat. The rest were various bands of leather with shiny snaps that he could
only guess the use of.

"What are those things," demanded Rico pointing to the straps. "And what's
that whip. You aren't going to use a whip on me."

"The whip is for your use, Sir," the clerk said softly. "You may use it in
whatever manner you desire and on whomever. As for the rest, these are arm
bracelets. They go around your arms above the biceps. They define your
beautiful muscles. This is a chest harness. It goes over your chest and
emphasizes your well developed pecs. And this....this is a dog collar and
lead. It's for me, Sir. May I help you to put them on, Sir?"

Rico nodded, once again speechless with sexual need. He watched in the
mirror as the clerk slowly and deliberately picked up each piece of black
leather paraphernalia and skillfully installed it on the sex-god in the
mirror. First, the cock-ring. It was so tight over his enraged equipment
that it hurt even at its loosest setting. But, it hurt good. One by one
the other bands of black leather were mounted on the sex master in the
mirror. The sex master who was Rico. When they were all on, the clerk
placed the black leather biker's cap on Rico's head. It fit low, the brim
hiding his forehead and shadowing his eyes. Rico noticed that he didn't
have to try to look mean any more. The mirror reflected a son-of-a-bitch.
The clerk reverently handed Rico the feathered crop. Rico took it without
hesitation, hefted it to get the feel and snapped it sharply against his
leather covered thigh. 'Fuck, that hurts bad!' But he was truly into the
look. He'd better get the blow-job now or he would spurt without touching
his cock. 'Third time this morning,' occurred to him in a flash. He had
only cum three times in one day once before. 'That third time had been
such a struggle.'

"Get on your knees," Rico barked at the clerk, "and fucking quick!"

He brandished the whip menacingly and the clerk immediately obeyed. The
clerk looked longingly at the dog collar but Rico ignored his silent
imploring.

"Put you hands behind your back and don't move them until I tell you to.
Now kiss my sweating balls. Lick them up real good."

The clerk immediately kissed and licked the hairy ball sack hanging out of
the leather fly of his sex-god. Rico humped his face with his nuts,
glorying in the physical sensations of the ball sucking and the mental
high of watching himself in the mirror acting out the role of sex master.
The clerk surreptitiously moved up and licked the underside of his aching
cock. Rico watched in awe as the sex master in the mirror raised his arm
and smashed the crop on the clerk's back.

"Get the fuck off of my cock, you slimy faggot! It's my balls that need
attention."

The clerk jerked with a mixture of wonder, pain and pleasure. To think
that the good looking, timid kid who came into the store less than half an
hour ago was now cracking a whip over his back and calling him a 'faggot!'
This was heaven. He immediately went back to the balls that were the task
assigned to him by his master.

Rico also reacted to the crack of the whip. 'This is what's missing.' He
realized with amazement that he was going to cum just from getting his
balls sucked. As he approached the brink for the third time this morning,
he understood that it was the leather, the mirror, the whip and his SLAVE
driving him to this glorious peak of sexual gratification. He was, indeed,
at that peak. He whipped his slave three more times and came. He shot all
over, ten good shots over the head of his worshiper. Then his cock oozed
cum over the head of his slave. 

"Cocksucker; Motherfucking Faggot, Balllicking Cumdrinking Pervert Whore,"
Rico ejaculated. "Shitlicking Asshole, You Made Me Cum," he sighed.

Rico collapsed on the bench, gasping and moaning. As he returned from his
semi-unconscious state, he noticed that the right leg of his leathers was
now coated with a huge spray of cum.

"You faggot. You came on my leathers. Lick it off, NOW!, Scumbag," said
Rico, once more brandishing the crop.

The clerk did just that. He lovingly licked Rico's leathers clean all the
while murmuring, "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Sir."

Rico beat a soft tattoo on the clerk with his crop to keep him interested.

The rest of that morning in the leather store was much more normal. The
clerk removed all of Rico's extra sex paraphernalia, one piece at a time.
He then tucked Rico's deflated cock into the jeans and zipped them up for
the fitting. They were tight as hell against Rico's supersensitive cock.
With the measurements taken, the clerk took the pants over to a work area,
trimmed them and ran them through a heavy duty sewing machine. When Rico
tried them on, they fit perfectly.

One more odd thing happened in the store. The clerk gave the pants to Rico
even though they were clearly marked $250.

"Just bring them back for cleaning once in a while," the clerked
requested.

Rico was sure that he would.

All this took two and a half of his four hours off. Rico had learned a lot
this morning about his sexual cravings. About leather and whips and
cock-rings and masters and slaves. He knew what turned him on. Now all he
had to do for the next hour or so was worry about the session tonight.
Would he like being the slave? Would he like being the recipient of a hard
ass beating -- horsewhips and leather paddles? And most of all, would he
like being fucked? Though Rico worried, there was no doubt in his mind
that he would go to his appointment tonight. He had to try all of the
facets of this new leather sex.

Back in the trainmen's lounge he climbed once more into his tight, and now
crusty, jockstrap and his stained trainman's pants. He attacked the stain
with paper towels and cold water which only made it more noticeable. He
picked up his ticket punch and reported to his train. Who could tell what
the night would bring. It had been a hell-of-a day so far.


Part 3 Chapters 4 and 5

The story so far: In part one, Enrico (Rico) Rona, a short, good-looking
Trainman top, has been having fantasies about some of the commuters he
sees on his train. One day his fantasies start to come true but with a
dark twist involving bottoming for a trio of leather studs. In spite of
himself, Rico gets so hot at the thought of leather sex with these guys
that he agrees to try out for Leather Boy of the Weekend at their place.
In part two, Rico visits a leather store to be outfitted with some of the
appropriate gear. This visit has some unintended but very pleasurable
consequences that indicate to Rico that he is on the right track. His
supply of cum should be very depleted by now but.....

OFF DUTY TRAINMAN

Rico made it home with no further adventures. He did not see any of his
three dream guys on the way home. He never did. They did not take Rico's
train. Rico did see a real cute, baby-butch, blond Penn student getting on
at 30th Street station. Hairless and buffed, he had the cocky attitude of
someone who got as much sex as he could handle. But, he was talking to a
girl all the way to Paoli. She stole glances at his succulent crotch when
she thought no one was looking. He put his hand on her thigh whenever she
would let him. 'What a waste,' Rico thought. He withdrew to the vestibule
to sweat out the ride to Parksburg. He then had to come back with the
train to Fraser before he could tie up and go home for the weekend. One
good thing about his job was that he didn't have to work weekends.

When Rico entered the door of his rented townhouse, he tore open the bag
he had brought from the Pleasure Chest. There they were, Leather Jeans!
Rico raised them to his face and lasciviously sniffed the intoxicating
smell. The leather smell was now slightly mixed with the smell of his
sweat and cum. He imagined that he could also smell the clerk's saliva.
Slowly he put the Leather Jeans down on the sofa. He only had an hour and
a half before his "date" and he was supposed to be dressed in as much
leather as he had. Rico had been thinking about the rest of his leather
wardrobe off and on all day. He had a biker's jacket -- he even had a
bike. He also had short engineer's boots for his riding. Both of those
would do fine. But he didn't have a hat. He also didn't have any of the
other accessories that the clerk had lovingly placed on him that morning
except...he did have a wrist band of black leather that closed with a
snap. He considered using it as a cock-ring but didn't know if it would
fit.

He took the Leather Jeans with him as he went to the hall closet and took
out the biker's jacket. Then he bounded upstairs, rooted through his
closet, and found his boots. With an economy of motion fueled by pure
lust, he stripped off his trainman's uniform and left it in a heap on the
bed. His cock was rising fast at the thought of being encased in Leather
Jeans. He had to work fast; he didn't want to have to beat off again so
that he could get into them. Rico sat on the bed and pulled the Leather
Jeans over his legs noting the way they gently squeezed his thighs. Then
he stood up. Christ, his cock was full hard again. How was he going to get
the fly closed? He pressed his cock painfully up to his belly and slightly
over to the right. Then he gave a cautious tug on the zipper, mindful not
to catch pubes or cock in the teeth. He had decided in the Pleasure Chest
that he was never going to wear underwear with these Leather Jeans. After
a little while, he was successful in zipping up. The tight black leather
strained over his iron hard cock actually revealing the profile of the big
vein on the underside.

"Fuck, I forgot the cock-ring," he said aloud. 

He went to his belt drawer and rummaged around until he found the
wristband, looked at it dubiously. He then pondered whether to try
extracting his rampant cock from the Leather Jeans once more to try on
this band that probably wouldn't fit anyway. He had also removed his two
inch wide black garrison belt from the drawer. Sometimes he wore this with
jeans when he was riding. He always seemed to pick up dudes who really
wanted their asses worked over when he wore it. One guy had even begged
him to use the belt on his ass before he fucked him but Rico hadn't done
it. He had smacked his ass with his hand until it was crimson and then
fucked the dude silly..... but enough daydreaming!

"O.K., we'll try the ring," Rico again said aloud. Some people who live
alone talked aloud to themselves, but Rico never did.

He slowly slipped the zipper down and extracted his cock. But he couldn't
get his balls out of the opening so he undid the button and slipped the
Leather Jeans off of his tight, hard butt and slender hips. He fumbled
with the band for a long time. He hadn't watched the clerk put the
cock-ring on his equipment so now he had to find out how to do it by trial
and error. What made it even harder was the fact that the combination of
hard, thick cock and uptight balls made it difficult to find a place to
put the strap. Finally he found the right spot and snapped the band around
his jock. 

Both his cock and his balls started to ache gently. This band was a bit
smaller than the one in the Pleasure Chest. Rico waited a minute, decided
that it felt good anyway and tugged the Leather Jeans back over his hips.
He could button them pretty easily if he sucked in. But the zipper was a
different story. His cock was even harder than it had been before and the
ring brought his balls up where the pressure of the Leather Jeans bore
directly on them. When he had finally closed the zipper he could feel the
pressure on his balls and cock shift as he moved. If he tensed one of his
asscheeks, the pressure increased. If he tensed both of them, he could
imagine passing out from the pressure. He slowly took a few steps and
grimaced at the mixture of pain and pleasure shooting from his crotch. He
walked around a bit faster, noting that the leather already had some give
and the walking was becoming more of a pure pleasure. 'O.K.,' he thought.

'Boots are next.' They also turned out to be a challenge. They had to be
pulled on with a serious tug. But getting his arms down to his feet
cramped his balls in his new leather armor. After another bout of
pleasure-pain, the boots were on and the Leather Jeans neatly pulled down
over the uppers. Rico stood up. He was slightly dizzy from the sex heat
and the constant pressure on his balls. But he was happy. 

'Now the jacket.' Rico's biker jacket was an expensive, genuine horsehide
one with all the right zippers and studs. He noticed that the waist seemed
looser than it normally did because of the constraining Leather Jeans. He
just pulled the zipper up to his naval.

He walked to the bathroom. He turned on the light. He stared. The hot
leather dude in the mirror had a bitchin chest. His leathers caressed the
buffed thighs and calves of a shortish sex-god. The Leather Jeans showed
his cock in bas-relief. Could it possibly be that big and hard? Rico
slowly turned sideways peering at the obscene bulge of his dick and the
huge, firm mounds of his black-leather-encased bubble-butt in profile. He
turned further, trying to see the whole of his ass encased in the tight
leather. He could see that each cheek was molded into the leather that
strained up into his asscrack. 'That was what's putting pressure on my
balls!' But try as he would, Rico could not get a good shot of his butt in
the Leather Jeans in a natural pose. Somewhere he had a hand mirror.
Where?

In the third drawer that Rico searched, he found a hand mirror so dirty
that he could not use it without wiping it off. This caused more walking
and more stimulation of his cock, balls and ass by his Leather Jeans. Rico
was sweating. Finally he returned to the bathroom. He turned his back to
the wall mirror and held the hand mirror up to gape at his leather covered
ass. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Rico stared at
those black leather mounds of heaven. He slipped into a reverie knowing
that that beautiful butt would soon be subject to a savage whipping by
Bill and Erik.

Slowly Rico extended his free hand back to caress his right cheek. Even
the slightest touch on the leather covered melon shifted the pressure on
his cock and balls. It was as if all his sex equipment was connected in
parallel to the generator at Hoover Dam. Electric flashes of pleasure
zapped from his ass to his cock. Rico raised his right hand slightly and
gave his ass a gentle slap. Waves of pleasure caressed his rampant dick as
the Leather Jeans transmitted the motion. Then another slap. Then another.
The slaps got harder. Rico's breathing grew uneven, panting along with the
slaps. The sound of his leather covered ass being slapped added to his
passion. The sight in the mirror was mesmerizing. With little warning,
Rico's cock exploded. It pumped so many times that Rico lost count.

The orgasm was so intense that he barely had time to set the hand mirror
down before the involuntary twitches of ecstasy consumed him. His Leather
Jeans filled with steamy jism from a reserve Rico had never tapped before.
He staggered to the toilet and sat down. Else he would have fallen. He
almost blacked out. Five, ten, twenty minutes passed and Rico sat on the
john in his leathers. He didn't bother to clean up. He truly couldn't
move.

 He finally roused himself enough to look at his watch. 

"Holy shit!" 

He was already ten minutes late for his appointment with Bill and Erik.
And it was a twenty minute drive from his house. Rico jumped up and yelled
in serious pain. The huge floods of jism in his Leather Jeans had dried
and his pubes, cock and balls were all stuck to the leather. Standing up
had shifted the strain over his basket and the whole sticky mess had been
pulled up painfully. He could feel that some of his pubes had been pulled
out of his skin. His cock felt raw and sensitive. Already soft, it pulled
inward reflexively. 

'God, what a mess I am,' Rico thought.

But he looked in the mirror and noted that he was not a mess. He was a
damn sexy leather stud. So what if he had the biggest load of cum he'd
ever shot crusted in his Leather Jeans. 'That's what leather sex is all
about.' With this thought, he walked briskly down the stairs, picked up
his bike keys and his helmet, grabbed the slip of paper with Bill's
address on in and walked out of the house. 

He had to pull at his crotch several times as the cum finally let go and
the motion caused a renewed stirring in his dick. He mounted his bike,
kick started it like a real biker and roared away to the fate that awaited
him. In the meantime, the vibrations of the bike and the leather cock-ring
and jeans had Rico aching, burning hard by the first stoplight.

Rico now knew that he liked an ass slapping. Fuck, he loved an ass
slapping; he'd cum like a fountain. Whether an ass beating with black
leather whips administered by Bill and Erik would be as pleasant remained
to be discovered. 'And Erik liked to squeeze balls. And Bill used a
horsewhip. And where would Carl be?' Carl was the start of all this,
teasing Rico with his ass, begging for a beating. Would Rico get to be a
real leather master with Carl?

TRAINMAN'S BOOT CAMP



Rico's balls began to ache in earnest about ten minutes into the ride. The
cock-ring, the tight Leather Jeans coupled with the vibrations and bounces
of the bike produced first mild discomfort followed by serious hurt. It
was twilight and several times Rico caught passing drivers eyeing his
leathers hungrily. By the time he was in the neighborhood of the
'playroom' he was apprehensive. Bill's was a big old house set far back
from the road.

Isolated. 

As Rico dismounted from his bike in the side yard, he noticed that, while
his balls ached, his cock was about two thirds hard. His six and a half
inches showed down his right thigh. But it wasn't really firm. 

'Face it; you're scared, leather-boy,' he thought to himself. The image of
the leather paddles he had seen in the Pleasure Chest grew larger in his
mind. The ache in his balls seemed to transform into a fire in his ass
cheeks. He approached the front door. He rang the doorbell.

After a long wait, Bill appeared. Rico was instantly in heaven. He could
not tear his eyes away from Bill's leather shorts. They were Speedos! They
clung to his narrow hips; they emphasized his huge bulge; they wrapped
themselves around a pair of the most gorgeous buns ever put on earth. When
his eyes finally moved from Bill's mid-section, he saw hairless, muscular
legs encased from the knee down in shiny black engineer's boots. Upward,
there was a wide expanse of muscular chest set off by the black leather
bands of his chest harness. A shiny leather biker's cap rode low on his
head, hooding his eyes. Eyes that burned with anger. Bill was obviously
really pissed at him.

"You're late, Asshole." 

The horsewhip that Rico hadn't seen until then snaked out and bit his left
thigh. Bill pulled him inside by the shoulder and shut the door. He kept
his hand on Rico's shoulder and was suddenly pressing down. Rico bent at
the waist giving Bill a clean shot at his leather covered bubble-butt.
Bill took immediate advantage. Five extremely sharp cracks with the
horsewhip striped Rico's ass right through the black leather of his new
jeans.

"God, stop, Man," Rico wailed, "that really hurts, Man!"

"You're motherfucking late, you slimy, cocksucking, lazy Trainman," Bill
shouted as he gave Rico five more searing blows with the whip.

Rico was approaching a panic reaction. He was ready to cut and run. This
was not sex, not gratification, not what he wanted at all. The quick view
of Bill's bitchin body in leather was the only pleasure he'd had since he
left his townhouse. Everything else had just hurt. Bill seemed to be one
step ahead of him as he hauled back Rico's arms and caught his wrists in a
steely grip. Handcuffs appeared out of nowhere and Rico found himself
semi-immobilized with aching balls and ass. 

"Get down on your knees."

Rico found that this was harder to do with his hands cuffed behind his
back that he would have imagined. He was off balance and he hurt. When he
recovered his equilibrium, he found his eyes on a level with Bill's
leather Speedos.

"Don't be late again, Asshole, or you'll get twenty," Bill said as he
tilted his crotch to one side and slowly brought his right hand, encased
in the finest black kidskin, down to rearrange his fully packed basket.

"Damn, but whipping ass always gives me a hard-on," he complained as he
lovingly fondled his black leather covered cock. Rico's eyes bulged and
his cheeks flamed. 'He must have nine inches,' he thought as he gazed
longingly at the huge leather covered mound. He could feel the heat
flowing from that mound. He could smell the hot black leather, the sweat,
the dried cum. His cock throbbed with lust. The fire in his ass and the
ache in his balls added to his passion.

"Please, Master...," he croaked, "please let me lick your leathers. I'll
make you feel good, Master."

"So the teasing Trainman, the faggot Trainman who plays Peeping Tom and
then goes out on the vestibule and beats off, wants to lick some leathers,
does he? If you want to lick my leathers, Scumbag, you'll have to start
with my boots."

This was a new thought for Rico, though not unpleasant. The leather that
had turned him on before covered rampant dicks and hard butt-cheeks. But
the leather of Bill's engineer's boots had the same smell. Rico bent over
tentatively, still finding it awkward with his hands cuffed behind his
back. As his face approached the high engineer's boots, the smell of hot
shiny leather overwhelmed him. He drew in deep sensuous breaths of the
aphrodisiac.

"Well, get on with it, Scumbag!" Bill barked. "Lick up those leathers. I
want to see them shine with spit. I want you to lick the polish off 'til
you get to the raw leather, all smelly with my sweat and the cum of my
other slaves."

Rico licked, at first with a reserve born of the consciousness of his
debasement. He was still aware of the sharp pain in his butt. He was
uncomfortable because of the cuffs that held his hands behind his back.
But as he licked, he grew more ardent. Soon he was wetting large swaths of
the proffered boots. Bill's whip reappeared. This time it snapped on his
leather covered back; this time it felt good. The strokes were a prodding
to increase the enthusiasm with which he licked Bill's boots. The strokes
or the leather or something was working. Rico groaned in sexual rut and
drooled huge amounts of saliva on Bill's boots. 

Finally, Bill said, "You're liking those boots aren't you, Slave? You like
the black leather boots of your master."

Rico could only grunt in affirmation. His mouth was full of black leather
boot. A steady tattoo of whip cracks was assaulting his back and his
leather covered ass. His cock was steely in its ring and leather covering.

Bill abruptly withdrew the saliva soaked boot from Rico's reach. Rico
strained and moaned to recapture his desire but he could not.

"Stand up, you sick ass sack of shit." Bill commanded. He put his wet and
shiny boot on a chair. Rico stood with difficulty. Bill grabbed his cock
and balls through the stretched leather of his jeans and squeezed.
Seriously squeezed. Rico let out a moan of pain and desire. Bill opened
Rico's fly and roughly pulled out his cock and balls.

Bill pulled Rico over to his boot on the chair. He pushed him so that his
hot dick was touching the wet leather of his boot.

"Hump that boot, motherfucker." Bill barked, "Rub that sissy cock against
your master's spitty boot." 

He watched as Rico's eyes glazed over in sex heat. He saw Rico tense up
with the intensity of his need to rub his rampant dick against the boot.
Bill once more used the whip to prod Rico to greater exertions; he lightly
smacked Rico's leather covered ass cheeks with the crop setting the pace
of his humping. The whipping grew subtly harder and faster. Rico humped in
rhythm. Rico was gasping for air and rubbing his cock against the leather
boot, his balls rising in pre-orgasmic delight.

"Oh, Master I love your boot, I love your body, I love your whip, I love
your smell, I love your taste, I love your whip, whip my ass...." Rico
babbled. 

Then he came. Huge spurts of warm jism shot several feet in the air and
landed on Bill's leg and black leather boot. Rico thought he was
exploding. His cock, balls and ass were on fire. Bill added to the
sensation by pinching his left tit with the kidskin gloved hand. Rico
actually fell over. He was still off balance because of the cuffs and the
orgasm had been so intense that he could no longer exert the effort it
took to remain upright.

Bill laughed rather gently as he prodded Rico with his boot.

"Enjoyed that, didn't you, little leather boy. Trainman got his nut,
didn't he."

As Rico slowly recovered his sense of the world surrounding him, Bill
brought his cummy boot up to his face, "Lick your cruddy cum off of my
boot, Slaveboy." He demanded. "Lick it all up. I'll teach a shit-ass
Slaveboy like you to cum on his Master's boot."

As Rico started licking the delicious warm cum off of the shiny boot, Bill
once more stroked him gently with the whip. Because of his position on the
floor, most of the stimulation was aimed at his sensitive tits. But an
occasional graze hit his unprotected dick, not yet fully deflated with
fulfillment. Rico was in heaven. The slight jolts of the whip simulated
the after shots of orgasm. His cock drooled in time with the whip's
caresses. He continued to lick up the cum from the boot and then went
farther up the leg until he had removed the last drop of his tribute to
Bill's sexual attraction. He once again collapsed in a heap at Bill's
feet. He blacked out. 


Part 4 -- Chapters 6 and 7

The story so far: In part one, Enrico (Rico) Rona, a short, good-looking
Trainman top, has been having fantasies about some of the commuters he sees
on his train. One day his fantasies start to come true but with a dark
twist involving bottoming for a trio of leather studs. In spite of himself,
Rico gets so hot at the thought of leather sex with these guys that he
agrees to try out for Leather Boy of the Weekend at their place. In part
two, Rico visits a leather store to be outfitted with some of the
appropriate gear. This visit has some unintended but very pleasurable
consequences that indicate to Rico that he is on the right track. In part
3, Rico has an affair with his mirror, then keeps his date. He learns that
boots have more uses than keeping your feet out of the dirt. Now, he has a
sore ass, sore balls and he SHOULD be completely drained but....

TRAINING SESSION

Rico slowly regained his senses. He heard muffled sounds of sexual lust
from the next room. Slurps and smacks and 'Oh, God's.' He noticed that his
hands were now free and that his cock had been tucked into his Leather
Jeans. His Leather Jeans were zipped all the way closed. There was a hat on
his head that hadn't been there before. He struggled to his feet and
noticed a mirror across the room. He stiffly walked over to the glass and
looked at himself in admiration. The biker's hat fit perfectly. It set off
the slightly sinister, very sexy look of the rest of his leathers. 'I'd
fuck him,' he thought as he cupped his leather covered basket with one hand
and tilted his hip in an inviting pose. The distinctive slap of leather on
leather snapped Rico out of his reverie. 'Better check out what's going on
down the hall,' he thought.

Unconsciously, Rico started a sexy strut. It was partly the raised heels of
his boots, partly the tight caress of the black leather over his cock,
balls and whip-stung bubble-butt. Mostly it was the attitude created by the
leather sex he had experienced over the last 12 hours. He'd been a master
and a slave and a narcissistic masturbator. Now he was a short, muscular
leather stud out to see what further stimulation was available in this
wanton house.

Rico noticed a black leather implement sitting on the chair by the door. It
was about an inch and a half wide at the handle and three inches on the
business end. It had some hard material, maybe wood, stitched between two
pieces of black leather for about a foot and a half. About six more inches
of just black leather extended beyond the core: two loose flaps. Rico
picked up the paddle and swung it lightly toward the palm of his left
hand. It stung! He then took a medium swing and slapped his right
thigh. 'Wow, that really stings. I wonder if I get to use it or if it gets
used on me?' Remarkably undisturbed by either answer to the unspoken
question, Rico strutted out the door and down the hall.

Looking in the door to the next bedroom made Rico's dick stir once
more. 'God, how can I keep getting hard?' he wondered. Inside Erik's
beautiful swimmer's body encased in skintight leather pants, knee-high
engineer's boots that gleamed with a full spit-shine and biker's jacket
open at the waist stood behind Carl. Carl who was strung up to the ceiling
by his wrists. Carl who was naked from the waist up. Carl who was encased
in black leather Wranglers from the waist down. Carl whose nipples were
being squeezed and twisted by Erik's leather gloved hands. Carl who was
moaning in pain and lust, whose crotch bulged obscenely with what appeared
to be eight inches of enraged dick.

Erik looked around when a sigh escaped Rico's lips.

"You finally woke up? Christ, they don't make trainmen like they used
to. Bill told me all he had you do was one boot-cum. Then you passed out
for an hour. What a poof!"

As Erik spoke, he ceased twisting Carl's nipples and grabbed a paddle like
the one in Rico's hand. He walked deliberately behind Carl, turned to face
halfway between Rico and Carl and raised his arm.

"O.K., Trainman, want to learn how to please an ass with leather? Carl's
ass loves a good whipping and he's not particular as to who's whipping
it. You watch for a little while and I'll let you in on some of the
secrets. Carl, do you want your ass whipped?"

"Oh, fuck yes, Master. Whip my beautiful ass; make it hot. Make it crave
your big hard dick. Whip it hard and whip it long."

Rico noticed that Carl was not wearing his ugly glasses. He also noticed
that Carl had a beautiful, hairless, streamlined torso on top of his
perfect leather covered bubble-butt. The nipples that Erik had been working
on were small but erect masterworks on top of nicely developed pecs
stretched taut by the position in which Carl was suspended. Carl's face was
twisted around to gaze in lust at his tormentor and at Rico. Slowly taking
in the whole scene, Rico caught sight of Erik's tapered torso under the
biker's jacket. It was covered with fine, straight brown hair in a pattern
extending from his fully furred, round, capacious pecs to a line diving
behind his leather pants right above his basket. Erik's basket looked like
it was filled with an iron bar and two extra large hen's eggs. The black
leather of Erik's pants was so thin and so taut that Rico could see signs
of Erik's full bush through them. 'Christ, do his pubes get a hard-on too?'
Rico wondered.

"Now watch as I start the whipping," Erik said in a quite conversational
tone. He brought the paddle down on Carl's leather covered ass with a
medium swing. The hard part snapped smartly against Carl's right butt
cheek.

"Thank you, Master."

"Now the left cheek," Erik instructed. He cocked his arm at a slightly
different angle and the leather paddle caught the left buttock full on. The
smacking sound was louder this time and Carl groaned before intoning the
"Thank you, Master" mantra.

"Now you want to hit both cheeks with equal force," he said as the paddle
landed on Carl's leather Wranglered ass. "Notice that the flaps missed his
ass entirely and he took the full stoke of the wood on both cheeks."

"Oh, thank you, Master," Carl sighed. "You make my ass so hot with your
whipping. Whip me all night, please."

Carl was starting to sway in his restraints to the rhythm of the
paddle. Erik was hitting him about once every fifteen seconds. Erik would
stop occasionally to point out subtle techniques like bringing the paddle
up from below so the fleshy area of Carl's ass where it joined his leather
covered thighs would feel the sting.

"That's a really sensitive area around the lower butt. Don't forget it when
you are working over a slave, Rico. With a lot of slaves, you work over the
thighs also but Carl is a butt man, aren't you, Asswipe?" Erik questioned
as he gave Carl a particularly hard whip on both cheeks.

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. My ass was made for your whip. Oh, God, it
is so hot, Master."

Abruptly, Erik stopped the whipping. Carl begged for more but Erik stepped
up to Carl and grabbed both of his ass cheeks in his leather gloved hand.

"You can tell if you are whipping hard enough if you can feel the heat from
the beaten butt through the leather of his pants and the leather of your
gloves. Yeah, this is radiating heat," Erik said as he roughly felt and
squeezed the leather covered ass.

"Come over here, Trainman; grab yourself a hunk of the hardest, hottest ass
on the Parksburg line. Feel that hard muscle radiate sex heat. When you get
it hot enough, it'll draw the cum right out of you when you fuck between
those cheeks."

Rico hesitantly stepped over toward the tied up sex object with the hot,
hard-beaten leather covered ass. As he raised his hand to the leather
covered butt, he could feel the heat radiating from four inches away. He
grabbed a handful of the ass that he had dreamed of possessing for all
these weeks. He squeezed it, spread it, smacked it tentatively and finally
rubbed his thundering cock against it through the two layers of leather --
his Leather Jeans and Carl's leather Wranglers. The heat enveloped his
crotch. He let off a small stream of pre-cum. He was ready to shoot!

Erik noticed and pulled Rico away, quickly.

"Whoa, Trainman, not so fast. You'll l have to earn the next cum by
learning to whip ass the way that Carl likes it. That's the first thing you
have to learn, actually. Find out the way your slave likes to have his ass
whipped and use the techniques he likes. Carl, here, likes the leather
paddle. And he likes it on his ass only. He's really vanilla. A lot of
better slaves like horsewhips or cat-o-nine-tails, some even like
bullwhips. Most of them like it on their thighs, some even like it on their
bare backs and bare tits. This wimp only likes it on his leather covered
ass. No marks for his wife to question him about. The only reason I humor
him is that he has THE prime ass for whipping and fucking in the
county. Don't you, Asswipe?" Erik asked as he felt up the hot leather
covered ass once more.

"Yes, Master. I do have the best ass in Chester county. It's always hungry
for your paddle and your iron-hard dick. Please, let me have more. Please
heat up my leather covered bubble-butt with your black leather
paddle. Please!"

"Come here, Rico. Stand over here and I'll teach you the art of whipping
ass."

Rico walked over to where Erik was now standing. Erik placed his leather
gloved hands gently on Rico's leather covered, slim hips positioning him
just so behind the panting Carl.

"We picked out that paddle for you especially, Rico. It's a little shorter
than the one I use but it should fit your natural swing perfectly. Get the
feel of it. There's two business ends of this paddle. Notice that the part
with the wood core is slightly flexible. The wood is very thin oak and it
has a nice heft. You use the wood part to give an ass a solid smack,
usually on both cheeks. Try a swing on that black leather covered slut in
front of you."

Rico raised his arm and brought the solid wood part of the leather covered
paddle down on both of Carl's leather covered butt cheeks. A small sigh
came from Carl. A large roar came from Erik.

"WHIP ASS, TRAINMAN! This ain't no tea party. Whip that ass like you meant
it. That's one tough, leather covered ass under your paddle. You've got to
make him feel it through the leather and all that hard muscle! Use that
paddle like a leather stud and not like a wimp."

Rico raised his arm once more and smashed the paddle against the iron hard,
leather clad ass cheeks. The loud sound of leather hitting leather cracked
about the room.

"Oh, thank you, Master.!" Carl shrieked as he writhed about. "You whip ass
good. Real good."

Erik said nothing but he smiled slightly as Rico raised his arm for another
blow. This second blow fell and then a third; then more. Rico was getting
the rhythm. The room reverberated with the sounds of leather impacts and
the sex crazed cries of "Thank you, Master; you're good, Master. Whip my
ass, Master. Make it red. Make it hot."

Erik told Rico to stop.

"Now, let me show you the second feature of this particular paddle. The
flaps on the end are for stinging. After you have the ass hot enough, you
use the flaps to drive the slave wild. They work best on the sides of the
ass cheeks and at the base. When you use the flaps, the wood stock
shouldn't hit the ass at all. It's acts as a lever. It allows you to hit
the ass harder with the flaps. Here let me show you."

Erik used his own paddle. He withdrew his arm slightly from the position he
had held it in before and swung forward. The tips of the two leather flaps
reported like a rifle shot as they gave the side of Carl's right cheek a
stinging kiss.

"Oh, God; oh, fuck, oh, motherfucker; you motherfucker, oh, my ass!"

"See? These flaps can really stir a slave up good. You try."

Rico took what he thought was the correct stance, cocked his arm and swung
at Carl's left cheek. He tried hard to use only the flaps. Instead he
missed the target entirely, spinning half way around. He blushed crimson
under his biker's cap. The flush carried all the way down to his chest. His
pecs became mottled with pink blotches. Erik restrained his laughter and
walked up behind Rico. He pulled him close and positioned him
properly. With his leather covered hand, he grabbed Rico's whip hand,
pulled it back and guided Rico's paddle flaps to a perfect landing on
Carl's ass. The resounding crack and Carl's fulminations told Rico that he
had done it right this time. He tried again. This time Erik let Rico's arm
alone. The leather flaps cracked resoundingly against the bottom of Carl's
right cheek.

"You ass-wrecking, leather-whipping, son-of-a-bitch Trainman! You're
killing my ass. Oh, it smarts. It burns. It hurts. Whip it, whip it
good. OH!"

Rico got off another and another. He was becoming aware of a leather
covered iron bar nestled between his leather covered ass cheeks. Erik had
never backed away from the position he took up to instruct Rico in ass
lashing. He now was pressing his dick in-between Rico's cheeks and reaching
around to grab Rico's tits in his leather gloved fingers. Erik pinched hard
with Rico's next swing. The crack of the leather, Carl's wail and the sharp
pain from his mauled tits made Rico pant. His hips dry-humped while Erik's
dick made the Leather Jeans even tighter over his diamond hard cock. Rico
whipped Carl's beautiful leather ass in a controlled frenzy. The control
came from Erik's tit twisting rhythm as did the frenzy.

"Oh, fuck, Erik," Rico gasped, "pinch my tits, hump my ass; God, I'm gonna
cum!"

After taking one final swing at Carl's ass, Rico pumped an unbelievable
fountain of hot cum into his Leather Jeans. His climax was so great that
Rico sobbed with overwhelmed emotion. Erik held on to Rico so that he
wouldn't collapse. After a while, he gently half-carried Rico over to a
chair and placed the panting leather boy carefully in it. Erik then turned
his attention back to Carl.

"So, Asswipe, you ready to get fucked? You want eight inches up your
trainman-whipped ass?"

Carl was not responding. In fact, he looked like a dead leather slave,
hanging limply from the restraints in the ceiling.

"Carl! You ready to get fucked?" Erik shouted.

Carl finally stirred, then groaned, "Let me down, Erik. I can't get fucked
now. The son-of-a-bitching Trainman whipped me 'til I came. I never came
just from a whipping before, not even a whipping from you."

Erik came over to Carl and carefully removed his wrists from the chains
reaching to the ceiling. Carl also had to be half-carried to a chair. His
skin was cool and clammy from the sweat that was drying on him. Carl winced
when his ass hit the chair even though Erik was handling him very gently.

Finally Carl looked up at Rico, "God damn, Trainman, but you can whip ass!"

Erik gave up. Both his sex partners were completely cummed out. He lay down
on the bed, opened his leather crotch and pulled out his hard, furry eight
inches. He couldn't even get a dick licking from this crew of satiated
leather boys so he took his dick in hand and slowly beat off.

"You leather slaves will be sorry that I had to beat off," he growled.

But neither of the leather boys paid any attention. Erik really didn't mean
it anyway. This was one of the hottest episodes he had ever been a part
of. Just the memory of the hot, hard leather covered ass flexing and
massaging his cock as Rico whipped Carl's ass made quick work of Erik's
jack off. He came with shots that hit the headboard, high on the
headboard. He shot five full and eight short shots. This Trainman was doing
good things to his sex life. He was glad he had talked to Chris that
day.....

A TRAINMAN'S REFLECTIONS


Rico opened his eyes and lazily looked around the room. On the bed lay
Erik, his deflated cock nested in sticky pubes, surrounded by his thin,
skin-tight black leather pants. A look of total satisfaction was on his
face. Carl lay on his stomach on the bed next to Erik. He was asleep with
an angelic grin on his plain face. His killer ass was raised slightly off
the bed, still inviting sexual excesses by its mere appearance in black
leather Wranglers. 'I guess his ass still smarts something fierce,' thought
Rico. 'Come to think of it, mine does too.'

Rico reached behind to rub his own leather covered ass that had felt the
searing blows of Bill's horsewhip. For the first time since early this
morning the sight (or thought) of studs in leather failed to get a rise out
of Rico's cock. 'Maybe that's because I came 6 times since breakfast,'
thought Rico ruefully, continuing to rub his sore ass gently. Thinking
further about his 6 cums, Rico realized that he hadn't had one blow-job --
though the clerk in the store had sucked his balls -- nor had he fucked one
ass. Actually, four of his six cums had occurred while he was enduring some
sort of controlled pain -- ball squeezing, nipple torture, ass slapping,
horsewhipping, His two other cums had been caused by masturbation while
thinking about Leather Jeans and having his balls sucked while whipping the
clerks back. 'Oh, yeah, I was whipping Carl while Erik twisted my nipples
in cum number 6.' Rico corrected. Quite a one-day tally for an exclusively
top stud-muffin.

Did he like it? Yeah, he liked it a lot. He didn't think that he was turned
off to blow-jobs and ass fucking. He really liked both of them and he still
wanted to fuck Carl's hard bubble-butt for sure. 'I guess my horizons have
just been expanded, not turned upside down,' Rico mentally summarized as he
drifted back to unconsciousness, actual sleep for the first time
today. Some time later during the night, Rico was aware of a presence,
probably Bill -- but not in leather, quietly moving around the room placing
blankets on the exhausted leather studs. When he approached Rico, he
covered him gently then touched his lips to Rico's. Even in his sleep daze,
Rico felt the electricity of that kiss. He drifted over the edge once more,
contemplating this, his first kiss from a man.


Part 5 -- Chapter 8

The story so far: 

In part 1, Enrico (Rico) Rona, a short, good-looking Trainman top, has
been having fantasies about some of the commuters he sees on his train.
One day his fantasies start to come true but with a dark twist involving
bottoming for a trio of leather studs. In spite of himself, Rico gets so
hot at the thought of leather sex with these guys that he agrees to try
out for Leather Boy of the Weekend at their place. 

In part 2, Rico visits a leather store to be outfitted with some of the
appropriate gear. This visit has some unintended but very pleasurable
consequences that indicate to Rico that he is on the right track. 

In part 3, Rico has an affair with his mirror, then keeps his date with
Bill's horsewhip. He also learns that boots have more uses than keeping
your feet out of the dirt. 

In part 4, Erik becomes Rico's first teacher in a  formal class and he
passes with flying colors. According to Carl, the colors are predominantly
pink and red. Later that evening Rico reflects on his day and determines
that he is having a blast (6 in fact) and finally he catches a hint of
Bill's feelings for him. He couldn't possibly learn any more or cum
anymore. But then there's an..... 


EXTRA-BOARD CALL

Get up you lazy fuckers. Get your sorry asses out of bed. The sun is up;
the coffee is brewed and I need some help with breakfast," Bill chanted as
he shook and swatted the three leather fuckers.

Carl yelped when Bill swatted his ass. Rico did likewise. Rico felt
uncomfortable all over from sleeping on his stomach. But the excessive
pain in his ass from the playful swat showed him why he was sleeping that
way. Erik, who hadn't been subject to ass punishment, awoke to find Bill
pinching his prominent nipples harder than we wanted at that hour of the
morning.

"Fuck off, Asshole," Erik shouted at Bill, sweeping the hand of his friend
from his furry pecs. "Why didn't you let me sleep; we've got all day?" 

"Erik, are you forgetting that we have two guys with sore asses? You know
what that means." After a long, significant pause during which Rico could
not fathom what was going on, Bill continued, "ASS MASSAGE!" 

Erik grinned at this statement. Carl beamed and started to roll over to
get out of bed.

"God damn!" he screamed as his sore ass touched the bed. "I forgot that
you two fuckers held a contest to see who could whip my ass the hardest
and the longest. I think you both won."

Carl rolled back on his stomach and push-upped himself upright. He crawled
off the bed, stood up and stretched his elegant torso making wonderful
muscles to the delight of his audience. He then gingerly brought his hands
back to touch his magnificent leather Wrangler covered ass.

"Christ, I'm going to have to get a transplant," he said ruefully as he
lightly rubbed his black leather sex-melons. The look on his face belied
his words. Ever since Bill mentioned Ass Massage, Carl's face had the look
of a child promised candy.

Rico learned from Carl's experience and arose ass up, backing off of the
bed on his hands and knees. He stood. He unzipped the leather biker jacket
in which he had slept. A whiff of stale male sex odors drifted to his
nostrils. Sweat and cum and hot leather, a not unpleasant combination. He
also stretched and in doing so showed off his large pecs and tapered,
washboard stomach to the other three for the first time. Bill and Carl and
Erik applauded. 'This is amazing. I've had sex with all three of these
dudes yet they've never seen my chest. Not to mention cock, balls and ass.
Yet I feel closer to them than I've ever felt to anyone.'

"Butch chest, Trainman. I like the little sprinkling of hair on your pecs.
Your skin is so smooth and beautiful." 

This from Erik who got up himself and likewise unzipped and stretched. His
tan, swimmer's chest with its pattern of silky brown hair pointing like an
arrow to his cock made Rico gasp. In the morning sunlight, the thin hairs
took on an old-gold glow that made the magnificent chest appear to
glisten. Then, unselfconsciously, Erik looked down, saw that his pecker
was still hanging out of his thin leather pants and popped the waist
button. In one motion he skinned the leathers off of his hips and down his
tapered, muscular legs. He adroitly stepped out of them without a hint of
unbalance. Rico's mouth hung open at the sight of this wondrous
masculinity casually displayed for all to see. This was better than any
locker room he had ever been in. Yet, as in the locker rooms of yore, Rico
did not get hard. 

"Christ, Erik. You think that all we have to do all day is stare at your
hairy bod?' said Carl.

He proceeded to pop the buttons of his own leather Wranglers and very
gently peel the front, sticky with dried cum, from his crotch. A soft,
thick tube of cock appeared and almost hairless balls. BIG. Ever so
gently, Carl pushed the loosened leather Wranglers over his muscular ass.
Rico whistled softly as the pink damage of last night's revelry was
revealed. 

"You think you were whipping a leather pillow last night, Trainman?
Whipping leaves an ass red and sore." Carl noticed the guilty look
overtaking Rico's face and quickly added. "But don't get your balls in an
uproar. First of all, I like my ass red and sore. Second of all, Ass
Massage cures all."

Carl continued to peel off the leather Wranglers revealing hairless legs
with bicycle racer's thighs and calves. 'Guess that's how he developed
that ass of death,' Rico thought. When he was stripped bare, Carl raised
his arms in a muscle-builder's pose and flexed. He slowly turned so that
all present could appreciate the wonder of his body's perfection. A
perfection set off in such a strange way by the reddened soreness of his
spectacular ass cheeks.

"Muscle queen!" hooted Bill. "Let's see some real skin. Come on, Trainman,
let's see that cute little body. You look good in leather; you look good
in your trainman's uniform. Let's see what you look like the way God made
you."

Rico blushed. The trainman who last night had taken a horsewhipping, who
whipped Carl's ass unmercifully while Erik mauled his tits, who came
repeatedly in his brand new black Leather Jeans blushed like a twelve-year
old. In the back of his mind it registered that Bill was the only one in
the room fully clothed. He was dressed for a weekend in the country in
faded, loose khakis and a blue oxford cloth shirt. Rico's embarrassment
bred defiance.

"Why should I show you my goodies with you all dolled up like the poster
boy for Delta Phi? Take off some of those damn preppie duds, Bill, and
let's see a little skin," Rico said with more conviction than he felt. He
could still feel twinges from the horsewhip that Bill had used on him last
night. But he could also remember the stolen kiss Bill had taken as he
covered him in the middle of the night.

Bill smiled so warmly that his face didn't look hard at all. 'How could I
have thought that he looked like a Nazi,' Rico mused.

"Difficult little Trainman aren't you? Or are you just so hot for my
bitchin body that your balls are controlling your tongue?"

Bill reached for the top button of his shirt and very slowly started to
unbutton it. He was not wearing an undershirt so golden flesh appeared in
the morning sunlight almost immediately. Rico stared at Bill's torso. So
did Erik and Carl who must have seen it before. But it was so imposing, so
grand in its broad shoulders and rounded pecs, its rapid taper and
washboard abs that all three observers stared in reverence.

"Like it, Trainman?"

Bill posed with his arms over his head. No hair anywhere except a few
strands in his pits. Even tan. Big, streamlined muscles. Smooth skin. Sex
master of the universe.

"Now I'm even with you. So, get the fuck out of your cummy Leather Jeans,
Trainman," Bill said this softly but his direct stare into Rico's eyes and
the powerfulness of his image brooked no further delay.

Rico reached for his fly button and opened it without ceremony. He was
dimly aware that he still did not have a hard-on. Actually, nobody did. He
pulled the Leather Jeans gently away from his pubes wincing as the dried
cum from several climaxes ('how many?') tugged the thick hairs away from
their roots. The even more delicate job of slipping the skin hugging
leather over the striped mounds of his sore bubble-butt came next. He
sighed as the Leather Jeans finally slipped over the peaks of his ass
melons. They were so tight around his thighs that they stayed up without
any purchase on his waist or ass. Erik stared at his cock. Carl stared at
his thrashed ass. Bill seemed fascinated with the copious remains of his
flooding cums ('were there 3?').

A delicate problem now presented itself to Rico. His boots were still on
and he could not get his Leather Jeans off over them. But, if he sat down
to take them off, he would surely hurt his whip-striped ass. Bill came to
his rescue. He sat down on the floor in front of Rico and wordlessly
reached for his right boot. He tugged on the boot until Rico got the
message and lifted his foot off the ground. Bill then pulled the boot off
of Rico's foot. He kissed the warm boot! Next, he stripped off the sweaty
white sock underneath, bundled it up in a ball and sucked in a huge gasp
of the scent. He licked Rico's toes! Finally he put the foot down and
repeated the entire ritual on Rico's other booted foot. After placing each
balled sock into the appropriate boot and placing them neatly next to the
bed, Bill stood up.

"O.K., Trainman, lets get those Leather Jeans off now."

Rico hitched his thumbs on the sides of the Leather Jeans and slid them
down over his massive thighs. Relieved of tension, they puddled about his
feet. He stepped out of them and bent to retrieve and neatly fold them. He
noticed with amazement the vast range of the dried cum inside the crotch.
As he stood up again, naked in the sight of his leather mates he no longer
felt embarrassed. He was proud of his buffed body, his pretty dick, even
the stripes on his gorgeous bubble-butt.

"Great little physique, Trainman!"

"Fuck, would you look at that ass! I'm going to hump it 'til my dick falls
off."

"I could lick that basket 'til I die."

"I want that fucker up my ass and in my mouth and on my tits and in my
hand. You are one hot little dude, Trainman," Bill murmured.

Rico's head whirled. Bill, the Honcho, the Maestro, the Master of this
leather sex cabal wanted Rico to fuck him. How could this be?

Rico had no further time to contemplate this, the ultimate complication.
As if on signal, Bill, Carl and Erik stepped up to the gorgeous trainman
and touched him in all of his hot zones. He was stroked and tickled and
caressed everywhere. Three mouths kissed him. Three cocks rubbed against
him. Rico, himself, reached out and grabbed tits and cocks and bums. And
stroked hair and ears and noses and elbows and washboard stomachs. In an
instant, the flaccid cocks were boners. Bill stepped back and dropped his
trou revealing nine hard, thick inches of perfect phallus. He immediately
crushed his boner against Rico's stomach. It reached from an inch above
his belly button to the hair between his pecs. Then they stopped and
withdrew.

"Ass Massage!" Carl shouted.

All three ran from the room. Rico, stunned, followed now that the room
contained only him and his wildly tumescent boner. He hurried down the
hall following the sounds of laughter. He came to a room with a white bed
filling all but a foot or so of the floor space. The walls and the ceiling
were covered in mirrors. Carl was already lying face down on the bed with
Erik straddling his legs, facing his reddened ass. Erik's dick was
thumping potently in-between the cheeks of Carl's butt. An array of
bottles was arranged on a shelf convenient to Erik. He reached for the
first, opened it and allowed a generous wad of gook to fall on Carl's
right butt cheek. He did the same thing with the left cheek. Slowly and
deliberately, Erik placed his hands into the puddles of goo and spread
them all over Carl's ravished ass cheeks. Carl moaned with such total
pleasure that Rico could feel it in the pit of his stomach. Bill beckoned
him.

"Get over here, Trainman. All our whipped boys get Ass Massage."

Rico actually leaped onto the bed. Not a good idea as it turned out. It
was a waterbed covered with a white leather cover. As Rico started to
fall, Bill caught him in a steely grip around his slender waist and slowed
his descent to the bed. He still made great waves in the bed and Erik
grumbled as he had to remove his hands from Carl's ass to retain his
balance. 

"Be careful, Trainman, or as soon as your ass is healed by Ass Massage,
I'll take a bullwhip to it."

Rico paid little attention to Erik. He had Bill, his dream Nazi, upright
on his knees beside him. With an anxious look in his eyes. With a tautness
to his magnificent muscles. With a straining nine inch cock, the head so
enraged it was dark purple. And he was going to give him 'Ass Massage,'
something so good that Carl was once more groaning in lustful pleasure as
Erik resumed the sensual rubbing of the cream into his butt. Rico noticed
in passing as he lay down on his stomach in front of Bill that Carl's butt
no longer looked red and splotchy. The cheeks were returning to the
pristine white marble slabs that they had been before the brutal ass
beating of last night.

Bill straddled him, his huge hard cock nestling in between Rico's still
sore butt-cheeks. Bill repeated the gook ritual and slowly spread the
cool, soothing substance over the whole of Rico's tight bottom. It felt
comforting, then it felt warm and tingling. Soon Rico felt a glow of
health and pleasure radiating from his butt cheeks. Bill began rubbing his
nine inch killer up and down the crack of Rico's ass. He grunted. He
rubbed. He reached for the second bottle. Liquid fire descended on Rico's
proud cakes. Heating quickly without burning, the second emollient had
Rico panting with lust in an instant. 'Fuck me with that giant poker. I
want it. I need it. Give me your cock. Give me that tremendous Nazi member
up my hot Rican ass. Ram me. Fuck me.' Rico's thoughts raced.

"Fuck my ass, Hans. Use that cock. Split me, skewer me on that humungous
prod."

Oh, Christ. Did he say that aloud? He must have for Bill was pulling his
hips up off the bed. He reached for the third bottle and poured a generous
dollop on his right hand. He then started rubbing the potion around the
crack of Rico's ass. Rico was going to get fucked. A finger on his hole! A
finger IN his hole! The potion soothed and heated his anus. It relaxed it.
In and out. TWO fingers. 'Oh, God!' Rico was jubilant in his fate.

"Hans, you Nazi scum. You're fucking my asshole with your fingers. You are
raping my ass with your long, blond Nazi fingers. It's so good!"

If Bill was puzzled by the appellation, 'Hans,' he gave no indication.
Instead he slipped his two fingers out and replaced them with three. Rico
writhed on the bed, his head flopping from side to side. As he faced
right, he caught sight of a tall magnificent Nazi torturing a short
bubble-butted stud muffin with a fist up his ass. 'That's me' he realized
as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

Bill withdrew his hand.

"Are you ready to get fucked, Trainman?" was all that he said as he
positioned his huge cock at the entrance to Rico's heaven.

"Yes, you Nazi bastard. Fuck me with that Aryan super-cock. Plow me, hump
me, make me faint with the power of your fucking! Do me, Hans."

Bill's insertion was remarkably gentle. Rico felt none of the feared pain
as the nine inches of smooth, thick fuck-rod slid up his asshole. As it
climbed up the chute, Rico felt stars go off in his head as Bill's cock
massaged his prostate. Rico relaxed his asshole all the way and the cock
slid home. Blond, Aryan pubic hairs tickled Rico's asshole. The huge
purple head of the Nazi missile massaged and bruised his insides. Bill
started the long, serious strokes. Every once in a while he crammed his
cock fully into Rico's ass and rotated his hips in small circles, stirring
Rico's insides unmercifully. Rico watched the whole performance in the
mirror. He could tell that Hans was getting ready to smack his ass while
fucking it. He even cried out for it, begging without shame. The smacks
began to come in rhythm with the fucks. One cheek then the other. Flaming,
burning, begging for more. Fucking for art's sake. Fucking for fucking's
sake. Fucking for Rico's sake. Fucking all night. 

Bill started withdrawing all the way then smashing the head of his huge
cock against Rico's yawning pucker. Rico started a yowling that increased
in volume and pitch as his frenzy escalated. Rico shot a huge load, his
body trying to get away from the ass-pummeling Nazi with the convulsions
of orgasm. Hans held him in his steely grip and continued to hump his hot
Rican ass, Nothing stopped the inexorable rut of the Nazi man-god. Rico
never went soft. He quickly regained his arousal. He screamed for more
fucking and smacking and huge hot cock.  

Rico's balls were fully up once more before he became aware of it. There
was so much of intense interest going on that he hardly noticed that he
was about to cum again. Bill this time was really close, too. He could
feel his dick-head getting even bigger and more sensitive. His balls were
so uptight that, big as they were, they seemed to disappear. He was
slam-fucking his trainman's ass so hard that even though he had stopped
slapping it, the sound of slapping continued to echo about the room.

"I hope you're close, Trainman, because I'm gonna shoot you full of Nazi
cum," Bill gasped, picking up on Rico's fantasy at last. "Here it comes,
Trainman. Fuck, God, here it fucking comes!"

Bill stopped long-dicking Rico and just shoved all the way in and
quivered. Rico vaguely felt this but could not react in any voluntary way.
The automatic actions of his own orgasm had claimed his every muscle. He
came, his asshole clutched tighter, setting off Bill's orgasm making
Bill's cock throb, poking Rico's prostate, making Rico cum harder, making
Rico's asshole clutch harder which made Bill cum harder. A PERFECT CIRCLE
OF PLEASURE.

"I'M CUMMING; IT'S SOOO GOOD. DON'T EVER TAKE THAT NAZI RAMROD OUT OF MY
ASS!..........FUCK MEEEEE......!!!!"

It had to end. Finally it did. Bill collapsed on the back of his erstwhile
slave and fuck-bottom, kissing and rubbing and pinching and cooing. Rico
gave way under him until they were both lying horizontal on the bed.
Bill's dick was still up Rico's ass but it was deflating fast enough for
Rico to feel. 

"Don't take it out, Hans....Bill, it's heaven."

"Can't help it Rico. You wore this Nazi fuck-stick out." 

Bill and Rico both laughed gently. Bill at Rico's Nazi fantasy and Rico at
Bill's trainman fetish. This was the first time Bill had called him by his
name since they met. Bill fell all the way out of Rico's ass.

"So that's what it's like to get fucked," Rico sighed.

"That's what it's like to get fucked by a Nazi, I don't know about how
regular guys do it," Bill observed gently.

"I really like getting fucked by Nazis. I wonder if Nazis like to get
fucked by Trainmen?"

"If the trainman is short and built and diamond hard and likes it rough,
they usually do. But even Nazis have to get their second wind when they've
just taken a Trainman's cheery." 

Bill cradled Rico's beautiful head in the crook of his muscular arm;
kissing all the parts of his face gently.

The soft laughter from the other side of the bed re-acquainted them with
the fact that they were not alone.

Carl's head was on Erik's hairy chest. Their cocks were cum crusted and
soft. 

"Thought you would never quit. I finished with Carl's ass about ten
minutes ago," Erik observed.

"Yeah, and I came twice from the fucking this hairy ape gave me. You still
outlasted us," Carl added.

Rico slipped out from under Bill and lay on the bed with his head on top
of Bill's sticky crotch.

"You just can't beat a Nazi when it comes to fucking ass," Rico opined.

Erik laughed and said, "By the way, you've never been formally introduced.
Enrico Rona, meet William O'Malley, your friendly, neighborhood Nazi."

All four of them laughed themselves to sleep.

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