Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 14:12:18 +1100
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Black Boxes - chapter 1

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BLACK BOXES    -   Iain (iainlthr@hotmail.com)

	Chapter 1


"Need you to leave one of the boys behind to help me unpack." The owner of
the house said as the last of the chairs were brought in.  The boxes of
smaller articles had been stacked in the driveway as they worked on the
heavier furniture.

The boss didn't even turn his head or stop to think.  "Tim. You take care of
these boxes and help him move in."

"But..." the boy of the group started to argue, let it drop.  The other
workers were hooting.

"Yeah, boss!"  Kelly said.  "Let the poof unpack the doilies."

"Enough of that." the boss was tough but fair.  "You can catch us up
tomorrow." he said to Tim.

Grimacing, the young man turned, as the owner said, "Get the boxes in and
start unpacking them when you're done with that.  I'll be back in a few
minutes."

*******

"Probably gone to pick up his girlfriend in that fancy sports car he was
driving" thought Tim bitterly to himself. "Pity all the best guys are
married or straight or both". He had to admit to himself that this one had
been a stunner.  Late 30's or early 40's, just over 6' tall with short brown
hair and deep blue eyes, a body that obviously got looked after real well,
and rich to boot! The house had to be worth well over $800,000.00, and the
car wasn't cheap either. This was getting him nowhere, and he snapped
himself out of his gloomy thoughts. Better to do what I can, he thought, and
began carrying the boxes into the large open plan living area. He got them
all inside, and still no sign of the client. "Well, hope he doesn't mind me
poking around in his stuff, but the only way to know where they go is to
open them" Tim said aloud, almost to reassure himself that it was okay. Some
bright spark, probably the owner, had colour coded the boxes, but forgotten
to let Tim know what the colours meant.

The first one he opened was marked in green, and inside he found kitchen
utensils. Checking quickly that none seemed broken, he placed it on one of
the kitchen benches. He found another green marked box. Another quick check
and into the kitchen. Next he tried a box marked with blue. There only
seemed to be a few of them. It contained toiletries -- the usual shaving
creams, toothpaste, etc, so into the bathroom it and its fellow "blues"
went.

He quickly realised that most of the boxes were grouped, and began to
arrange them so that all the same colours were together to make things
easier for himself. Amongst them were four boxes, considerably larger than
the others, marked with black. Without thinking, he opened one just as he
had some of the others. When the flaps folded back he got the shock of his
life. Inside was black. Black leather. And what leather there was. Gingerly
he lifted the first item out of the box -- a pair of shiny black leather
chaps. Tim held them up, and breathed in the aroma of polished leather. He
had always been turned on by leather, its look and feel, its smell, the way
it seemed to hug the wearer and make them seem so much more than others.
Placing them carefully to one side he delved deeper. Another pair of chaps,
slightly smaller than the first, but just as soft, just as good to smell and
feel. Under them, three leather jackets in differing styles. Vests, at least
three, so soft and supple to touch as his fingers caressed the black hide.
He continued. Pants, some in the style of jeans, some dress slacks, some
sheer and soft almost like longjohns except that they were made of the
softest smoothest black leather he had ever felt. Oh how he would love to be
able to afford these garments. Under the pants, the rest of the box seemed
to be full of coverings or sheets, like bed sheets, but again made of soft
dark leather, so supple to touch.

Standing back, he wondered at the contents. And felt the stirring in his
groin. All this leather was turning him on like mad, as he tried
uncomfortably to adjust the growing erection in his jeans. He looked at the
other three black boxes, sitting innocently on the floor. He couldn't resist
the temptation, just had to know what was in them. Like a child at
Christmas, he carefully opened the second of the boxes, eager to see what it
held. When the contents were revealed, Tim was stunned. This one held an
incredible variety of items, all of which instantly sent Tim's early semi
erection to a full blown hard on. A couple of peaked caps, one hard with a
shiny black visor, one softer, like an American baseball cap but also in
leather. Harnesses, in combinations of wide black leather and silver
metallic rings, with buckles and snaps. Leather jockstraps in a variety of
styles, some with snap on codpieces, some nothing more than a leather pouch
with a black elasticized waist band. More single black bands or straps, with
buckles or snaps, some with metal studs adorning them. A couple of large
black leather dog collars. Leather cockrings. Metal cockrings. At least four
pairs of leather boots, again with metal rings adorning the sides. Gauntlets
and wrist cuffs and gloves, all in black leather. And sunglasses. The
mirrored type that the cops wore in American movies. Tim could not believe
what he was looking at, presented with a veritable toy shop of all the
things he had ever wanted, but never been able to afford.

He could not resist it. Couldn't help himself. He was drawn to the contents
of the boxes against all better judgement. Carefully lifting out the caps,
he tried on first the harder one. It didn't quite fit. The softer baseball
cap though was a different story. It fit like a glove. Having started he
couldn't stop. Alternating between the two boxes, he stripped off his shirt
and pulled on a harness which consisted of two wide leather straps that came
over his shoulders from a metal ring in the middle of his shoulder blades
and joined another metal ring in the middle of his chest. He buckled them
up, and reached to draw two more straps from the same back ring around to
snap into place at the front, enclosing his ribs. He stopped for a moment
and savoured the feel of the cool leather against his skin, and enjoyed the
scent it released as it was handled. He wrapped and snapped wide soft
leather armbands around his biceps, running his fingers over the leather as
he did. Gauntlets with small metal studs went onto each forearm, and he held
them out in front of him to admire the way they looked, and luxuriate in the
feeling of them on his skin. Black leather driving gloves on his hands
completed his arms.

Curious, and getting hornier by the minute, he fished out one of the dog
collars, about an inch wide, and tried it on. It fit easily around his neck
and he buckled it just tight enough to know it was there, without affecting
his breathing or his ability to move his head. Having gone this far there
was no turning back, and he stripped off his jeans and underwear, taking one
of the leather snap on cockrings and wrapping it around the base of his cock
and balls, fixing it as tightly as he could bear. Next he tried on a black
leather jockstrap. It consisted of a waistband, leg bands, and a soft
leather pouch which cradled his balls and cock like a hand. He could barely
get his raging erection inside the pouch, but it felt oh so good.

Almost intoxicated by the feel and smell of the leather he was already
wearing, he reached into the box and carefully lifted out a pair of chaps.
Unfolding them reverently, he lowered his nose to the leather, drinking in
the scent, and rubbing the hide against his skin. He pulled the waistband
around, fastening it in place carefully, and wrapped first one and then the
other leg in the supple black leather, leaning down and carefully sliding
the zippers up his inside legs. They were tight, but not uncomfortable, and
seemed to melt into place, accentuating his legs like a second skin.
Polished and shining, the chaps cradled his butt cheeks, massaging his
calves and thighs. He sighed with the sensual feel of them. In for the whole
package, he thought, as he reached for a pair of boots. The first he tried
were too large, but the next pair seemed made for him. Polished until they
were like mirrors, they shone with a black gloss, and came up over the
bottoms of the chaps to about half way up his calves. Square toed and solid,
they had leather straps around the ankles which met at metal rings on each
side. Standing up in them Tim felt somehow superhuman, as if they gave him a
strength or power he could feel but not explain.

Now that he was fully adorned, he had to see himself. Racing into one of the
bedrooms, he squeaked as he walked, the polished leather rubbing softly and
caressing his skin, sending tingles of excitement through him. In the main
bedroom he found what he needed, a floor to ceiling mirror. As he stepped in
front of it, he gasped with delight. In that mirror he saw not himself but a
leather god, a vision. Decked out in shining black hide from head to toe,
creaking with the slightest movement. And this was even better. In addition
to the sight and the sound, he had the sensational feel of the leather all
over his body and the aroma that it emitted filling his nostrils. His cock
was hard as steel. He looked down at his own body, ran his fingers across
his chest, playing with his nipples, and then down the front of his legs,
revelling in the touch of the soft dark hide beneath his fingertips.
Straightening up, he looked back to the mirror -- and almost died of shock.

Reflected back at him was not only his own leather engulfed body, but the
client; the owner of the house, and presumably of the leather gear he was
presently wearing, standing with his arms crossed and an enigmatic look on
his face, carefully studying Tim as he had been touching himself.

"Oh, Shit ... " Tim exclaimed loudly, not knowing what to do, frozen to the
spot. "I, uhhh ... you weren't here and ...  The boxes had to be checked
and placed in the right rooms ...  oh fuck, I am so so sorry ... and I just
wanted to check which rooms and ...  I didn't mean to pry, honest ... I
shouldn't have ...  I mean I wouldn't have ... but the stuff was just so
exciting, and ...  holy fuck, I am just so sorry!"  He finally ended his
stumbling, stammering monologue.

"I'm not! " said the client. "Maybe you shouldn't have, but I can't be upset
about someone obviously admiring and loving the gear as much as you do.
Chris' stuff obviously fits perfectly, and I have to say you look a hell of
a lot hotter in it than he ever did."

"I ... " mumbled Tim, even more uncertain. "Chris ... ??????"

"My ex. He walked out six months ago, with nothing more than a note saying
he was going for good. Didn't even want to take all the leather gear I had
bought for him. Much of which you are wearing now." He grinned at Tim's
discomfort at that comment.

"Listen ... " said Tim, hurriedly coming back to reality. "I really am so
sorry, I had no right. I'll pay for any damage ... " he started to remove the
boots. " Please don't tell the company -- it's not for me, but a friend got
me this job as a favour and he will cop it because of me."

"Hey, don't worry, mate" he said smoothly. "Please, leave it all on, and let
me enjoy the sight for a while. I might even send the company a letter of
thanks for service `above and beyond'," he winked. "I'm David, by the way,
and you do realise that this is the wrong room for those particular boxes,
don't you?"

Tim blushed deep red. "I seriously set out just to do the right thing ...", he
said. " ... It was only when I opened one of the boxes marked with black and
found this stuff, and I couldn't help myself, I just had to try it on."

"You're obviously a fan of leather ... Don't you have gear of your own?"

"Not like this. I have a jacket, and a pair of jeans that I had to save for
years to buy. But not this kind of outfit. I would love it, always have
wanted to, but never had the money." Tim heard himself admitting to this
stranger whose privacy he had violated in the worst way.

"Well, err... what's your name?" David asked, still drinking in the look of
the strong young man in his new home, clad in the most beautiful leather
outfit.

"Tim ... " Tim replied.

"Well, Tim, I think I'd like to share something with you. Follow me."

David led him out of the bedroom, along the corridor to a smallish door in
one wall which Tim had assumed to be a closet of some kind. Opening it and
flicking a switch, David walked in. Tim quickly realised that it was a set
of stairs which led down to a basement under the house. At the bottom of the
stairs was a large room basically empty except for some shelving on one wall
and a weight press bench and some expensive looking workout equipment lying
around.

"This is the room those boxes belong in." David smirked at Tim. "It's going
to be my basement playroom! What do you think"

"Oh, wow!" Tim exclaimed, his thoughts running wild.

"Tell you what ... why don't you finish the job, and bring those boxes down
here, while I get changed and you can help me set up."

Tim grinned. "You bet!" he exclaimed eagerly. As he headed up the stairs,
David watched his taut cheeks and firm legs framed and gripped by the black
leather chaps. "You bet, alright," he thought to himself. "I wonder ..."

Tim carefully bundled up the contents of the two boxes he had already opened
and carried them into the basement, placing them on the floor. He wasn't in
any hurry, as every movement felt so good with his body encased in black
leather as it was. The third box also went easily onto the floor. He stopped
and rested for a few minutes, leaning against a bench and again feeling the
touch of the leather against his skin, holding out his arms to admire the
gauntlets and gloves, breathing in the scent of the leather, mixed with a
hint of sweat as he carried the boxes down the stairs. The last, largest box
was more awkward, and as he wrestled it down the narrow stairway he wondered
again just how much wonderful leather gear David had, and what on earth
could be in these other boxes.

As he set the last box on the floor in the middle of the room, Tim suddenly
sensed there was someone else there. He turned to find David in one corner,
out of his sight as he had struggled down the stairs a minute ago. At least
he guessed it was David. This person was the epitome of Leather. David
alright, Michalangelo's David, clad in shiny black hide.

"What do you think?" said the apparition with David's voice.

Tim just stood and whistled softly, letting his eyes drink in every last
detail in case the vision disappeared. David wore the other cap, black and
high peaked, with shining visor pulled low over his forehead. He had a pair
of the mirrored glasses on. A wide shouldered jacket with short metal chains
hanging from the leather epaulet straps was open, revealing harness straps
over his shoulders and around his chest which joined to two large metal
rings connected by a bright silver chain. The rings themselves sat over
David's nipples, which were pierced, each of them set through with tiny
silver rings about a centimetre in diameter.

Two more leather straps fell from the rings around his nipples in a V to a
third metal ring framing his navel, where they were joined by straps coming
around his waist, and another at the bottom which went straight down,
disappearing beneath the waistband of his chaps. His arms, what Tim could
see of them under the jacket sleeves, were encased in soft black leather
gloves that appeared to go all the way to his elbows, and over the gloves he
wore solid leather gauntlets on each forearm which displayed lines of metal
studs around them at intervals.

The chaps he wore were less like clothing than a second skin. So tight, the
glossy black leather didn't hide his legs, but rather showed them off to
perfection. Every muscle, every ripple of movement was accentuated in black
leather, He turned to one side, and Tim caught his breath as the round orbs
of David's perfect arse came into view framed by the chaps as though they
had been painted onto him, hugging the bottom of his cheeks and pushing them
up and out. David turned back to face Tim again, spreading his legs
slightly. The V shape was repeated where the leather of the chaps connected
from the waist fastener to fall and engulf his upper legs. Within that V was
another, this one formed by the black leather posing strap that Tim could
see. Clearly visible was the outline of David's obviously worthy cock. The
tube shape of his manliness was framed and gripped by the black leather as
it sat to one side, half hard, and his large round balls nestled in the
black pouch holding them in place. His legs seemed to go on forever, long,
thick, strong. Tim's eyes slowly travelled down, drinking in the shining
black leather clad towers until they ended in boots. Black leather boots.
The boots were tight as well, and high, coming almost up to his knees. They
were not so much glossy as shone with spit and polish, adorned with metal
rings and leather straps much as the ones Tim already wore. Dangling from
his right hand was a silver metal dog lead, the black leather handstrap
around his gloved fingers, the silver fastener swinging slowly near his
feet.

Tim was entranced. He wondered if he were dreaming. If so, he didn't want to
wake up.

Mesmerized by each other, the two men stood only a few feet apart, staring
each at the other. Finally, tentatively, David reached his hand out toward
Tim. The younger man felt himself drawn by an unspoken desire and stepped up
to David so that they were so close Tim could feel David's hot breath on his
face. Suddenly they were released from their trance. Tim's arms went around
David, sliding in under the jacket to explore the lines of the harness.
David lifted his hands to either side of Tim's face, drawing them together.
He tilted his head to one side and their lips met, parting as they did so,
becoming one. Their tongues touched, explored, joined. Tasting each other.
Their bodies crashed against each other as they ground into one another.
Leather creaked against leather and pushed and slid against skin as they
interlocked, arms, hands and fingers exploring, touching, feeling. David's
hands went from Tim's neck, tracing the straps of his harness down to his
waist, before following the edges of his chaps and then massaging his buns,
running back again around the tops of his legs to grasp and squeeze at his
now steel hard cock straining at the leather pouch.

Tim slid his arms up and down along David's back, feeling over and over the
leather straps. Around his chest Tim's fingers went, seeking out and finding
the nipples, pulling oh so gently at the rings and eliciting a low moan of
pleasure from his partner. Sliding his hands along David's arms, he felt the
sensuous touch of the leather gloves, the more solid gauntlets with their
metal studs, and the soft leather gloves again before finding bare, warm
skin. Whenever David's hands left his crotch, Tim ground his pelvis against
the posing strap holding David in place. Even through the double layer of
leather, Tim could feel the heat of David's throbbing cock, pushing upwards
in its leather case. They were still locked together in the kiss, passion
building with each moment.

Drawing away from David for a second, Tim looked into the mirrored glasses
David wore. Stared long and hard but unable to make out anything beneath the
unyielding reflection. Released from David's grip, he dropped to his knees,
his face pressing into David's groin. Tim licked and slurped at the swollen
leather tube in front of him, nibbling and biting, feeling the heat and
hardness of David's erection as he breathed in the scent of leather and
sweat and sexual excitement. It was a heady combination, better than any
drug. His eager lips and tongue played with David's cock, massaged David's
rolling heaving balls through the soft leather pouch, tasting the leather,
feeling it against his lips as it stretched and cushioned David's
masculinity. Bobbing around, his mouth and eyes and nose traced not only
David's groin, but the skin and leather edges of the chaps. Tim let himself
sink lower, licking and slurping his way down David's inner legs, tasting
and chewing on the leather as he did. All he wanted to do was to adore this
leather clad god, and the best way he could was by instinct, with his mouth.
His hands gripped and massaged David's buns as he did, his fingers tracing
the lines of the chaps before firmly grasping the flesh again, or following
the trailing leather ties of the chaps' waistband down along the crack of
David's arse.

As Tim fell to his knees, David's hands had gone to his shoulders. He threw
his head back at the sensation of Tim's hot wet mouth attacking his cock and
balls through the leather pouch he wore. It was as though the leather itself
was licking and biting at him, and his cock was rock hard, leaking copious
amounts of pre-cum into the pouch, slicking it up on the inside just as
Tim's mouth slicked it on the outside. David ran his hands across Tim's
shoulders, making contact with the harness straps which he followed across
his back. Pulling at them occasionally in an unconscious movement of pulling
Tim even closer to him. The dog chain was still wrapped around his gloved
hand, and on an impulse he reached down and snapped the clip onto the metal
ring set in the collar Tim was wearing. It was a symbolic gesture -- they
were physically joined by metal and leather. The thought was particularly
exciting to David.

Tim had been slurping down David's legs, slicking the chaps and boots with
his saliva, polishing the dark hide with his lips and now he began working
his way back up, licking and sucking at David's leather encased cock yet
again, biting and chewing at him. The sensations were wonderful and David
was in heaven, but then Tim moved further up, tracing the lines of the
harness straps up David's abdomen and chest, until he reached the metal ring
circling David's nipple. He had bitten lightly on the ring and the nipple
together, and the sensation had sent shock waves of pleasure through David's
body. His complete attention seemed focussed on the efforts of Tim's teeth
and mouth at his chest. His body tingled as he felt the leather straps of
Tim's harness against his abdomen. The creaking sound as Tim's chaps rubbed
against his own was music to him, and the most wonderful pleasure was
embracing him as Tim worked on first one and then the other nipple, gently
biting, sucking, nibbling at his tits.

Tim could have suckled at David's chest like this for hours. Feeling the
leather that David wore pushing against his own was so good. The mixing
aromas of leather and sweat were aphrodisiacs and the clinking, hard feel of
the nipple rings against his teeth was the icing on the cake. He could feel
the chain of the lead attached to the collar he wore. He had felt David snap
it in place, and rather than be alarmed or concerned had found it an
incredible turn on, heightening even more his sense of surrendering to the
passion that engulfed him in this leather dreamworld. Now he felt some
upward pressure on the lead, as David tried gently to coax him away from his
chest.

"Oh, God!" Tim shuddered as David succeeded in releasing his lips at last.

"You like that?" David asked him.

"Yeah, oh, yeah!"

"I got something even better in the next box." David teased.  "Want to see
it?"

Unable to speak, Tim nodded, heard the chain of his leash jingle, looked at
it, then back at David.

"Want me to take it off?" David asked, his face preternaturally still.

Tim gave a small shake of his head "no."

"Are you sure?" David said, taking up the slack in the leash.  "If I leave
it on, I'll have to lead you around the house like this.  You want that?"

"Yes." Tim said, a small voice.

"What was that?" David cocked his ear.

"Yes, sir, please lead me around the house like this." Tim gushed.  "Please,
sir, please don't take it off."

David smiled, a smile that told Tim he'd made the right choice, and he gave
a careful grin back.  "That's a good little slave.  Come on, let's get that
other box."

With a lusty laugh, and a squeeze of Tim's beautiful rear, David led his
leather boy to where the unopened boxes stood in the centre of the playroom.
He took the leather sheets from a box, and spread one over the weight press
bench, laying another onto a mattress on the floor. The box with the
remaining pants, harnesses and clothing, etc, was pushed to one side, out of
harm's way, as was the smaller of the unopened boxes. As they moved about,
the two men could not separate by more than a few feet thanks to the lead
attached to David's wrist and Tim's neck, but there was no inclination on
either part to separate at all. They constantly looked to each other,
allowing fingers and tongues to touch, trace, wander. All five of their
senses were engulfed in the supreme desire generated by the look, sound,
touch, taste and smell of leathermen -- themselves. David indicated the
larger unopened box, and together they moved it away from the centre of the
room, before he leant down to open it. He looked up at Tim with a knowing
smile, which piqued Tim's curiosity.

"I think you'll like this ... " he said, mysteriously. Tim looked around, at
the leather covered bench and mattress.

"I like already!" he said, laughing.

David flipped open the box, and Tim eagerly looked in to see what wonders it
held. At first he could not make out what he was looking at. It appeared to
be a very solid leather cover of some description. Quite thick, and there
were some kind of metal half circles attached to it. At the corners. David
lifted it out of the box, and realization struck. A sling! Tim's grin split
his face, his cock jumped yet again within his pouch.

"Oh, fuck, " he exclaimed. "I've always wondered what it would be like in
one of them. Never actually seen one for real though." He could not keep his
hands from it, feeling the solid but supple leather, the smooth hide in a
rectangular shape with metal semi circles at each corner. As David lifted
the sling completely out of the box, Tim noticed chains and shackles
underneath. "How do we set it up?" he asked David eagerly.

"Fortunately, I had already checked and started on this room." David
replied, almost as eager as his younger friend. "The chains and shackles are
already in the right places and the right lengths, and I've already had
re-inforced rings set into the ceiling -- right through the supporting beams.
All we need do is clip the snaplocks into the rings and it's ready!"

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Tim laughed easily.

They pulled the weightbench over to beneath the rings in the ceiling, and
without too much difficulty attached the chains which hung down like four
metal creepers. Next the sling was attached by the corner D rings to where
the shackles were already positioned on each length of chain. Tim stood and
admired their handiwork, lust and desire in his eyes. "It's not finished
yet" David pointed out. More chains from the box, this time shorter pieces,
with long doubled straps. David attached these to two of the end chains, and
Tim quickly saw they were foot stirrups. Tim pressed gingerly, and then more
firmly, on the sling, testing its strength and the hold from the ceiling
rings. Standing between the stirrups, leaning over the sling, he ran his
hands along its smooth black hide. He turned around with a look of intensity
to find David had stepped up close behind him.

Again their lips met, and they kissed, long and hard. There was an intensity
in this kiss they had not previously shared. A mutual longing. Their arms
entwined as they again shared each other and enjoyed each other. They felt
each other, allowed the feel and touch of leather to surround them. They
breathed in the scent of the hide, letting it permeate their very beings.
They ground against each other increasing their shared need, their hardening
cocks pressing and rubbing at each other through the leather. Tim broke away
from the kiss first, avoiding David's efforts to follow his mouth, and
returned his attentions to David's nipples. The clinking of the metal rings
against his teeth, and the feel of the leather harness straps against his
cheeks were so hot he could not get enough. David in turn was almost
overcome by the erotic sensation of Tim's teeth pulling gently at his
pierced tits, as he continued to rub his hands over Tim's back, and to press
his leather covered legs against Tim's own.

Tim shifted again, lowering his mouth along David's abdomen, following that
tantalizing leather strap down to the manhood proudly stretching the leather
of David's posing jock. This time David let him lick and nibble for a few
minutes, surrendering to the enthralling sensations he generated, before his
hands slid down to Tim's face. Giving him a reassuring squeeze, David slid
his fingers into the waistband of the posing strap and lifted it out,
freeing his cock from its confines. As David's naked rod came into view, Tim
gasped, his eyes shining. He dived onto the head of this sword, lapping at
the glistening drops of precum gathering and oozing from its eye. Scooping
the sweet nectar onto his tongue, Tim tasted David's essence as his hands
roamed up and down David's legs, caressing the leather of the chaps and
massaging the muscles encased in that glorious black second skin. He licked
and nibbled at David's cockhead before gently working his way down, tracing
the outline of his corona and licking at the shaft of his rigid proud penis.
Following its length to the point where the base disappeared again into the
leather thong, where Tim could see and reach out for David's balls, still
cushioned in the black shining hide. A new surprise! Tim discovered that
below the thong, David was wearing a solid metal cockring. Delighted, he
licked at the metal, tracing the line of contact with David's skin with his
tongue. He pulled that leather covering away to reveal David's man eggs, and
promptly swallowed them, rolling them around in his mouth and massaging
gently with his tongue.

David let out a long soft moan of delight, and Tim's mouth retreated back up
his idol's trembling throbbing pole until the head was once again at his
lips. Quickly he swallowed it down. Opening his throat and avoiding the urge
to gag, Tim wrapped his throat around David's member, constricting his
muscles as his tongue played at the shaft, embracing David's cock with his
hot wet saliva. Releasing slightly, he began to piston himself against that
steel rod, working it and sending shivers through David. Suctioning hard,
then releasing and pulling back to suction down again, Tim slid up and down
David's penis, his speed increasing with each thrust, swallowing him as
deeply as he could then pulling back to lick softly at the tip before diving
down again, the whole time massaging David's buttocks and leather clad
thighs with his eager hands. David looked down to see the leather cap on
Tim's head bobbing back and forth on his cock, and the straps of Tim's
harness flexed  and eased on his back as he moved. David could feel the
leather of the chaps Tim was wearing pressing against his own legs, and he
fought hard against the urge to begin fucking Tim's face and release himself
into that willing, accommodating throat giving him so much pleasure. His
cock throbbed and swelled as he became more and more excited, growing closer
to the point of no return.

Tim could sense the increasing urgency in David, and reluctantly eased his
attentions. Pulling away from his friend's groin, he licked once more at the
tip of David's cock and blew a soft stream of air across his cockhead,
before standing again face to face with his leather god. Again, their lips
met, parting to accept each other and their hands resumed the caresses of
each other's leather encased bodies. David eased forward as they did so,
backing Tim up against the edge of the sling suspended immediately behind
them. When he felt the hard leather press against his naked butt, Tim jumped
with anticipated pleasure, and broke the kiss, smiling into David's face.
David smiled back. There was no need for words. Their mutual desire and
shared need was understood and eagerly embraced by both. David pulled the
edge of the leather platform down as Tim eased his arse into place. The
younger man leaned slowly back as David supported him while he could,
feeling the supple leather of the sling mould itself to his back. As he
reached position, David's hands ran forward across his stomach and chest,
following the lines of the harness, and back down to his groin, gently
squeezing at the very obvious outline of Tim's cock in the leather
jockstrap. His fingers traced circles across the rolling balls of black
leather that were Tim's testicles as David appreciated every detail of his
black shiny lover. Letting his hands drift further, David felt and massaged
Tim's thighs through the soft hide of the chaps, revelling in the feel of
the leather chaps encasing his friend's legs. He continued, caressing Tim's
knees, calves, ankles in the leather, lifting Tim's legs as he did, until he
had Tim's booted feet in each hand.

David eased Tim's feet upward, and reached for the straps hanging just above
him. Carefully he lifted first one and then the other of Tim's boots into
the leather stirrups, ensuring they were secure but comfortable. As he
finished, David appreciated yet again the beauty of the man now presented to
him. Tim's booted feet were now suspended slightly above and ahead of
David's shoulders. His long legs were bent backwards, shining and rippling
in the leather envelope of the chaps, and spread wide apart. Looking up
between Tim's legs, David viewed the hot taut body wrapped by the straps of
the black leather harness Tim wore, the arm bands around his biceps flexing,
the leather gauntlets shining in the dull light as Tim gripped the chains
holding the other end of the sling and looked back at David. The prize that
Tim was offering lay waiting for the taking. With his legs spread David
feasted on the sight of Tim's hard hard cock and large heaving balls clearly
outlined, even emphasized, in the leather pouch of the jockstrap, and below
them, his soft pink rosebud puckering and flexing, inviting David to take it
-- a reddish cave between white cheeks, framed by the most beautiful black
leather, waiting to be entered. David's breathing quickened, his cock
twitched with anticipation, and drops of pre-cum oozed from him.

Tim for his part was just as overwhelmed. As he slid himself into position
on the supple leather platform of the sling, he tingled with anticipation.
David's fingers tracing the harness straps, gently caressing his skin with
the soft leather gloves, squeezing his cock and nudging softly at his balls
made him hornier than he had believed possible. When David's gloved hands
had slowly and lovingly worked their way down his legs he felt the pouch he
wore getting slicker and wetter on the inside with the leaking juice from
his manhood. He happily let David lift his boots into position in the foot
supports, and offered himself willingly as his hole was exposed and opened
to David's view. He watched in wonder, drinking in the incredible sight of
his leather dream come to life standing inches from him. This gorgeous man,
clad in the blackest, shining leather was the answer to his prayers. His
eyes feasted on the sight, from the black leather cap, the mirrored glasses,
the harness straps and wide shoulders of the jacket, the gauntlets and
gloves, the stunningly, impossibly beautiful chaps encasing David's legs,
and the throbbing leaking pole of masculinity, jutting out and up from the
posing strap, still cupping David's heavy balls. Tim had never wanted anyone
so much. Swore he would never want another man as much as he wanted this one
right now. All the years of yearning for ultimate pleasure had come to an
end in this one day which had started so badly. As he drank in the view
presented to him and marvelled at his good fortune, he saw David lean
forward.

This time David lowered his face to Tim's stomach, licking and biting at the
soft firm skin and sending rapturous tingles through his waiting partner.
His gloved hands caressed the skin, sliding across and down, finding the
rigid tube of black leather that was Tim's hidden pole. David let his mouth
travel until he was licking and biting at Tim's encased cock through the
leather. He could taste and smell the leather and feel the glorious hardness
of Tim through it all. Nibbling and licking, he found and outlined Tim's
balls with his tongue, all the while hearing low soft moans of delight from
the object of his attentions. David gently lifted one side of the leather
pouch, and slid it up and across, exposing Tim's throbbing, rock hard cock
and heaving balls. Finding the studded leather cockring Tim had worn, he ran
his leathery fingers up and down Tim's now naked shaft, gently rolling his
balls and tracing the line of the cockring around the captive weapon. Taking
Tim's balls in one leather gloved hand and squeezing firmly but gently, he
wrapped his other hand around Tim's shaft. Tim thrilled to the feel of the
leather gloves caressing and squeezing his maleness, and let out a soft "Oh
yeah,".

At that, David licked and then bit at the head of Tim's cock. As Tim
trembled with pleasure, he swallowed the manmeat scraping gently against the
sides of Tim's shaft with his teeth, squeezing his balls as he did. Up and
down on Tim's cock David bobbed, faster and faster, sucking and blowing,
massaging and licking. Tim's knuckles were white as he gripped on to the
chain, willing himself -- not yet, not yet. Bringing Tim to the brink, David
stopped abruptly, transferring his attentions to the base of Tim's balls,
licking and nibbling at the tender skin and tracing the line of the cockring
with his tongue, then slowly, ever so slowly, licking toward Tim's exposed,
aching hole. Tim's moans increased in frequency and volume as David brought
him higher and higher into the realms of passion. Reaching his target, David
licked and flicked his tongue across that most tender spot on Tim's body.
Tim's puckered hole flexed and relaxed, begging to be taken as David rimmed
him slowly then faster, penetrating just a little with his tongue and
driving Tim wild.

The need in David was building as well. He reached for some lube, and
smeared a generous helping onto his gloved finger, transferring it to Tim's
waiting hole. Tim gasped as the cool lube touched his hole, and squirmed
with delight when David's leather encased finger eased gently inside him,
coating his anus with the smooth lubricating gel. Tim felt the leather digit
work its way inside him, and pushed back to meet it, wanting, needing, more.
His desire was intense as the soft black leather penetrated him, revolving
inside his arse and sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body.
David smeared some more lube on his trembling cock with his other hand,
revelling for the moment in the feel of the leather gloves on his shaft as
he coated himself in the soothing gel. He straightened, carefully removing
his finger from Tim's beckoning hole, and stepped forward to press the head
of his cock against the outside of Tim's puckering bud.

"Do you think you're ready for this, my little leather slave?" David
whispered huskily.

The words freed Tim's tongue. "Oh, fuck yeah," he hissed. "Take me, stud, I
want you so much, you beautiful leather god. Cover me and wrap yourself
around me. Be inside me and fuck me. I need you. I want you. Please, do it!"

Tim's outburst was music to David's ears. It turned him on even more, and he
could no longer resist. He eased forward, pressing himself into Tim, as Tim
relaxed as best he could, urging David on. David felt Tim's hole opening
around his cock, relished the sensation of the muscles releasing and easing
to allow his pole passage into Tim's cavern. He pushed forward again, and as
he did Tim suddenly surged back against him. David entered him more quickly
than he had intended, as his cockhead slipped into Tim and Tim's anus closed
around it.

"Oh David, fuck me man...." Tim whispered earnestly. David obliged, leaning
into Tim and the sling, his rigid flaming sword sinking in to the hilt,
burying itself in Tim's bowels. Tim gasped a little at the pain and David
stopped, concerned. But Tim urged him on. "Yes, please Sir, do it! I want
you!!!" he exclaimed. David smiled and pressed again, feeling the soft skin
of Tim's cheeks connect with his thighs, hearing the leather of his chaps
creak as it rubbed against Tim's chaps as David sunk himself totally into
his lover. Leaning forward, David reached for and grabbed the shoulder
straps of Tim's harness, getting a good grip. In that position, he started
his rhythm. Easy at first, he fucked him. Long smooth strokes, as he drew
out then pushed back in again. Occasionally moving from side to side he swam
in the pleasure of the love making. Tim tingled with delight as the long
hard penis impaled him. The pain disappeared so quickly, and was replaced by
the most incredible pleasure. David's cock seemed to tickle at the base of
his stomach with each inward thrust, and as he withdrew, Tim would clench
his rectum, determined to milk that pole for all he was worth. David's tempo
increased, as he used his grip on Tim's harness as leverage, pulling his
lover against him, rocking the sling back and forth against his groin and
away again. Tim could not believe the sensation of floating, feeling David's
leather gloved fingers under the harness straps, being pulled so that his
entire body was impaled onto David's powerful cock then pushed off it again,
only to crash back into ecstasy.

Harder David fucked. Faster and faster. His strokes grew faster as he shoved
himself into Tim, determined to have him more completely than he had ever
done. His breathing got shorter and shorter, and Tim continued to hiss
encouragement, calling out, begging for more. Tim's words, the occasional
obscenities, were heightening David's appreciation as he continued to fuck
at the willing man. His steel hard cock pounded into Tim. Deeper and deeper,
harder and harder. His grip on the harness was vicelike, as he drew himself
away then rammed into his lover yet again. His entire body roared with
passion. Tim's insides were a furnace, and David stoked the fires with
stroke after stroke of mighty effort, shoving himself into that incredible
wet fire. Tim's body trembled. Waves of pleasure crashed over him again and
again as David's weapon pounded into his body. He gave himself completely,
surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure as David ravaged him, took him and
filled him. The intensity of the experience was such that neither could hold
back much longer. The cockrings had done their job well, and both men had
withheld that moment of final explosion as long as they could, but each was
building quickly to a massive climax. David pounded again, harder into Tim.
He could not see properly now, the sensations in his head drowning out all
but the need to be as far inside this man's body as he could. Tim began to
whimper as the heaving of his balls translated into an irresistible need to
explode. Sweat poured from both of them as the pace of their fuck reached
its peak. It was like a blur as David pistoned in and out of Tim, the
searing heat of the fuck overwhelming them both.

David cried out a warning "I ... I .... Mmmm .... Cummmmii...." He tried to
say.

Tim's response was almost as garbled ... "Yeerr ....  FUCK ME  !!!!!!
AAAAiiiii......"

His eyes rolled back in his head as the waves of his climax crashed onto
him. David threw his head back and uttered a primal scream as his nuts
heaved and emptied, thrusting load after load of his white hot cum into his
shaft. One last time, he grasped Tim's harness, heaved on it with all his
might, and sunk his cock so hard and so deep into Tim with the last
remaining ounce of his strength His cock exploded, emptying his jism deep
inside Tim with urgent spurts out of control, as he drained his very essence
deep into his lover.

Tim had only the presence of mind to know that he had reached that moment of
total surrender and total bliss. As David grasped and shoved into him, Tim
opened himself and shoved back, determined to have  as much of David as was
humanly possible. David's first heaving load emptied itself into Tim and
Tim's balls scrunched against the cockring. He clenched his arse tight
around the invading spear of his leather god, and surrendered. His cockhead
exploded as hot white cum erupted from him, splattering against his skin,
shooting up across his chest, his chin, onto David's heaving chest. Tim had
never cum so much before. Like an endless torrent he drowned himself in
manjuice. Their climax exploded around them and they let go to the total
pleasure that engulfed them.

Reality ebbed back slowly. Their recovery was gentle, creeping up on them as
consciousness returned. David, still buried deep inside his partner, felt
his weak legs barely able to support him. Tim slowly opened his eyes to the
realization that it had not been a dream, that he had just experienced the
most intense loving of his entire life. He looked to his lover and smiled,
and with that David half fell forward onto him, letting the sling take both
their weight. Tim squirmed a little and delighted in the feeling of total
fulfillment, clenched against David's still hard cock inside him. As they
pressed together, Tim's cum formed a binding sticky glue which slicked their
bodies and the leather clothing they wore.

"I need to stand, and then sit, or lie" David said weakly, smiling.

"I just want you to stay right where you are forever!" Tim laughed back,
squeezing again his anus around David's gradually diminishing penis.

"Now there's a thought!" David grinned down at him.

Gently, slowly, David stood, and eased himself out of his lover. His knees
still weak, he stood to help Tim extricate his booted feet from the
stirrups, and then stand himself. As they both became upright, they kissed.
Long, gentle, loving. Enjoying each other, sharing the most intimate moment
two humans can know. Then they slipped to the floor, lying beside each other
on the leather covered mattress, letting the cool hide soothe their hot
sated bodies. For hours they stayed there. Talking as they recovered.

Tim felt so much at ease as he basked in the afterglow of lovemaking. He
felt he could really talk to this man. David found himself drawn to the
younger Tim, sharing his love of leather.

Tim stood, stretching and running his hands over the gleaming hide gripping
his strong young legs. David clearly saw the look of admiration and
appreciation in his eyes. "I'd, uh, really like to see you again." Tim
offered hopefully. "Maybe try on even more of your leather?" His eyes were
wide and yearning.

"Well, we'll talk about that tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"You have to come back and finish unpacking the boxes, don't you? Your boss
told you to help me, remember?"

Tim smirked. "Yes, Sir!" He changed into street clothes, and made to leave,
turning back to David at the door. Looking into the older man's eyes, he
kissed him quickly. "Thanks -- for everything! See you in the morning," he
promised.

To be continued ...

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