Date: Tue, 02 Apr 2002 13:33:57 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Black Boxes Pt 3

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This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If
homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not
continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but
you proceed at your own risk.

This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the
usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken
with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your
obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may
inspire new work, please feel free to contact me -- all emails will be
answered to the best of my ability. Iainlthr@hotmail.com.



BLACK BOXES    -   Iain (iainlthr@hotmail.com)

	Chapter 3


Together they descended the stairs to the basement. No daylight came here,
and the dim illumination of a single globe barely lit it.

"Wait ..." said David. He bounded back up the stairs, and returned with a box
of candles. They quickly lit a half dozen of the tapers around the room and
extinguished the single globe. Now their playroom was alive with dancing
shadows and flickering flames, an atmosphere of mystery and excitement heavy
in the air. Tim's yearning grew even more as he surveyed this place, erotic,
exotic, full of dormant sexuality just waiting to be unleashed.

Tim studied David in the smoky half light. He drank in the vision before
him. His leather god-man stood purposefully, arms crossed, looking back at
him. The hard high peak of his cap making him seem even taller than he
already was, the shiny visor reflected the dancing light of the candles,
which was echoed and reproduced in the mirrors of the glasses he wore,
unmistakably directed towards Tim. His wide shoulders draped with the black
leather of the harness straps. The black leather and silver metal of the
harness itself glistened with fire, half buried between David's crossed arms
encased in the dark hide of the gauntlets and gloves. His legs apart,
rippling towers of shining black anchored in black and silver boots, formed
an upside down V shape pointing to the smaller, bulging V of his groin.
There lay the leather encased tube of flesh that Tim desired so much. The
warmth and smoke of the candles, their smell mixing with the aroma of
leather, gave an impression of other worldliness.

David stared back at the younger man. He savoured the details of this
leather man in front of him, letting the glorious sight sink deep into his
psyche. Tim, his man, his boy, stood by the sling still suspended from the
ceiling. The wide black collar about his neck, flickering with dots of
metal, held his proud young head. The wide leather straps encircling him
served only to increase David's longing as he feasted on the sight of
shining black leather bands encasing his lover's shoulders, ribs, waist and
arms, while bright silver ringed and highlighted his nipples, and more
leather straps fell enticingly toward Tim's groin. Where the wide leather
band disappeared beneath a soft black pouch, David could clearly see the
outline, occasionally twitching, of Tim's manliness, enveloped and
accentuated by the cushion of black which showed off his semi erect weapon
and rolling balls. David knew what was below that -- the hard silver metal of
the cockring holding and extending Tim's masculinity. Further his attention
drifted, taking in the incredible glossy black leather of the chaps which
gripped and held Tim's strong legs so sensuously, rippling with his every
movement. The hands and wrists of his lover, also encased in black hide,
continued to wander down his legs, as David's eyes followed the lines of
black to the booted feet and back up again. As Tim turned to one side, he
gazed approvingly at the way the chaps framed his arse, the strong gleaming
blackness surrounding the firm round white cheeks.

David cleared his throat, catching Tim's attention. With a motion of his
hand, David drew his lover to himself, and they kissed, hard and long, the
built up passion finding a momentary release as their tongues fought, and
they tasted each other. Pressing hard against his man, Tim melted into the
sensational tingle of leather on him, around him, against him. He felt the
firm grasp of the harness around his chest, and the uneven pressure from
David's own harness as he pressed against him. David for his part forced his
knee between Tim's legs, intensely excited by the feel of the leather second
skin he wore rubbing against that on Tim's powerful legs.

Tim gently broke the embrace, his fingers still trailing across David's
butt. "The final box ....?" He questioned.

David laughed out loud. "Okay, my man, let's satisfy that curiosity of
yours."

Together, the two dragged the innocent looking container into the centre of
the room. It was only small and not at all heavy. As they moved easily with
each other the shadows of light flickered and danced around them, black clad
figures wafting through the smoke, creatures of desire and passion, of
darkness and warmth.

David pulled the binding tape away from the lid and allowed Tim to pull open
the flaps, to reveal the contents. As he looked inside, Tim's eyes widened
with wonder, with excitement. "Toys!" he declared, his cock springing once
again to hardness. Toys there were. Toys for men, toys for sex and leather
loving. David watched as Tim eagerly sifted through the contents of the box.
He was enthralled, rapturous. The very thought of playing with what he
found, of being played with, was so erotic, so thrilling. He lifted items
out, examining them, running his fingers over them, and winking at his
lover.

Tim lifted and exhibited one after the other: butt plugs, in different
shapes and sizes, all made of black rubber. Dildoes, long thin ones,
shorter, wider ones, again of black rubber. He held them up, ran his fingers
over them, licked the length of one in particular as he stared invitingly at
the tall leatherman smiling beside him. A long leather lead, with a clip
ring set in one end and hand strap at the other. He snapped this on to the
ring set in the collar he wore, and handed the end to David, who willingly
took it, wrapping it around his leather clad wrist, and creating an instant
eroticism of possessing each other, of being joined to one another. An enema
bag emerged, made of black rubber, with a long tube and black plastic
nozzle. Tim raised his eyebrows at that, putting it aside for explanation
and closer examination at a later date. He found handcuffs, wristlets and
ankle restraints, enough for many many sessions of fun and exploration in
this playroom with his powerful leather lover. Leather paddles, lengths of
silver chain with small leather rings at the ends, a set of nipple clamps,
the joining metal chain attached at each end to tiny alligator clamps whose
teeth were encased in black rubber. A sheath, made of the softest polished
leather, looking for all the world like a leather condom. Two sets of anal
balls, one of uniform size and one with balls that increased in diameter,
five of them strung out evenly on a length of what he presumed was string of
some kind, the whole thing encased in black latex, with a loop at one end.
The set of evenly sized balls he examined more closely, holding them up and
knowing instinctively how they were intended to be used. That excited him
even more, his cock twitching again with anticipation. David noted the
reaction silently, mentally picturing Tim's hole as the balls were fed into
him.

Finally reaching the bottom of his treasure trove, Tim found several pump
packs of lubricant, and a couple of bottles of amyl nitrate. Tucked away in
the bottom corner he found and pulled out a folded piece of soft leather.
Unfolding it curiously, he discovered a half hood, black and supple,
designed to go over the wearer's head and cover the top of the nose and
ears, then down to the base of the neck. It would leave the mouth and lower
cheeks exposed, with largish holes for the eyes. He again held it up to
David, question marks in his eyes.

David shrugged. "It's never been used. Chris flatly refused to even touch
it, said it was degrading and ridiculous."

Tim said nothing, but faced David squarely, eyes locked on the glasses, and
pulled the hood over his head, adjusting it to the line of his neck and
sliding it into place so he could open his eyes again and see clearly. He
stared at David, almost defiant.

"So are you going to degrade me and ridicule me?" Tim asked softly.

"Only if you ask for it, boy! " said David.

"I may even beg for it, Sir." Tim responded, his words so soft they could
barely be heard.

David reached to the pile of toys, and picked up a set of nipple clamps.

Smiling at his slave boy, he attached the teeth of the clamps to his nipple
rings. The chain dangled a little, connecting David's pierced tits to each
other, matching perfectly with the chains and straps of the harness already
encasing his upper body. Tim found the sight so hot, so exciting, he
whistled softly.

Kissing again, the urgency once more growing, the two ground against each
other as their tongues jousted for position, tasting each other, trying to
take more and more of themselves. Their hands pressed and pulled, played and
traced, feeling the supple leather and the hot flesh beneath, squeezing skin
and muscle, gripping at cocks, balls, cheeks, arms and legs. The scent of
leather, mixed with the musk of male sweat, was heavy in the air. Tim's
mouth broke from David's lips and he kissed and nibbled his way down the
strong neck to lick at one of the shoulder straps. David's head went back as
the sensations swept over him, his hands sliding up across Tim's arse cheeks
to trace the harness as it criss-crossed his back.

Tim continued his downward trek, following the strap of David's harness
until he met the chain swinging between his lover's nipples. Taking it in
his teeth, he slid along until he reached one of the hard, erect nubs. The
light pressure as the chain was tugged sent waves of pleasure through David
and he moaned softly. The moans were replaced with a gasp as Tim reached and
bit lightly onto his left tit. Tim felt the intake of air and suckled at the
firm dark skin between his lips, letting the silver ring that pierced the
lump of sensitive flesh clink against his teeth, pulling at it gently.
Turning to the other nipple, he repeated the process as David urged him on
with soft encouraging words of passion, whispered through clenched teeth.
David's hands on his shoulders gripped more tightly with each bite, and Tim
eased back lest he cause any pain. His hands were firmly pressed against
David's rounded cheeks, his palms feeling the ridge of the leather framework
that the chaps provided. Massaging softly, Tim let his hands roam down the
back of David's strong thighs, the texture of the leather smooth and erotic
against his fingers, the leather of the driving gloves he wore rubbing
against the leather of the chaps firmly gripping David's legs.

Lower still, and Tim's face was presented with a close up view of David's
swollen, pulsing manhood, throbbing within the leather case of the codpiece,
pushing hard against the restraining leather. Licking at the outlined
weapon, Tim tasted again the leather, and felt the heat of David's desire,
saw the evidence as his lover's raging hard-on stretched the black glossy
hide taut around it. David trembled as he felt the pressure of Tim's mouth
against his rock hard penis, felt the leather pouch hold him and encase him.
His hands fell to Tim's head, and gripped the leather hood, pressing Tim's
face into his groin, forcing the bulging pole of his manhood against the
black leather hood in his hands. He ran his leather gloved fingers over the
smooth soft leather where Tim's hair would have been, exulted in the sense
of leather on leather as his hands caressed his young lover's sheathed head,
while his cock surged against the leather pouch and was manipulated under
Tim's probing lips and tongue. Tim for his part reacted to the pressure on
his head by assaulting his man's hidden pole with renewed vigour. The
firmness of David's hands pushing against the leather hood he wore was so
erotic. The sensation of being immersed in black hide complete as he felt
the snug hood embrace his forehead and neck, almost fondle his cheeks as he
dove at the engorged black leather monster pushing towards him.

On his knees now, Tim let David's glossy black man meat slip away from his
lips. He breathed in deeply, absorbing the heady mix of sex and hide. His
tongue continued to lap at the leathered figure before him, tracing the
edges of the chaps around David's groin, before licking and nibbling down
his thighs. Tim tasted his way along David's legs, feeling the rippling
suppressed power of his muscles through the black leather. He slurped and
polished the chaps with his tongue, ran his hands along the lines of David's
calf muscles as they stretched the soft leather tight. Bent double, he found
the tops of David's boots, and increased his efforts, kissing and licking
and cleaning the boots from calf to toe and back again. David looked down at
the black leather hood bobbing and lapping at him, worshipping his solid
leather encased legs, his booted feet, almost grovelling before him. The
sense of strength, of empowerment was so total, so intense, that David
fought back the urge to explode, to empty himself on the spot. The strong,
handsome man was almost prostrate at his feet, adoring his leathered body,
licking his boots. He could have screamed out with the electric surge that
shot through his body. His head rolled back, and he moaned again, his hands
wrapped in the leather gloves involuntarily going to his own nipples, which
he teased and pulled.

Recovering slightly, David looked again at his lover. "Tim ..." he called, a
little gruffly.

Tim looked up, taking in the incredible view of David's extended groin pouch
pushing out as his cock strained at the leather, a black bulge shadowing
him, obscuring his view of the harnessed chest and mirrored glasses beneath
the visor of the cap.

"Boy!" David said, urgently now. "On your feet. Heave that hot little arse
of yours into that sling, NOW!"

As David ordered, Tim eagerly stood. He let David manhandle him toward the
sling, sliding into place and feeling the leather mould itself to his back.
He lifted his legs, and David held them, long enough to caress the leather
clad thighs once again, as he lifted Tim's boots above his shoulders, and
slotted each into the support of the foot straps hanging from the chains of
the sling. David looked down at him, drinking in the blackness, stark
against the skin, hood, collar, harness, armbands, gloves, pouch, chaps and
boots. He tugged on the leather lead, still attached to the collar at Tim's
neck and wrapped around his hand, making the boy swing gently in the leather
support of the sling, possessing him with his eyes, hungrily owning the
gorgeous body prone and open before him. The flickering light of the candles
lent an unearthly quality to the sight he beheld, and David felt once again
a surge of tremendous power and excitement. His hands made their way slowly,
possessively down the leather clad legs spread invitingly around him. He
traced the lines of Tim's muscles, picked at the edge of the chaps and
squeezed the tender flesh. Tim's penis, rigid and pulsing, poked its head
out from the top of the leather pouch, while the length of his shaft was
outlined in black, pointing the way to the heaving orbs of his nuts, clasped
and cushioned in black leather. David's hands traced then gripped the tube
of manhood, clenching and massaging the jewels below, running his leathered
finger up to the eye of Tim's penis and smearing the ooze of pre-cum across
the head.

Tim's head lolled back, his eyes closing as the pleasure engulfed him,
before he opened them again, not wanting to deprive himself of any fraction
of the sensations washing over him. The feathery touch of David's hands on
his legs, the hidden strength as the boots were lifted and held into place
excited him like nothing he had known. The feel of the rich black leather
that moulded itself to cradle his back, soft and smooth, mixed with the
strong binding straps of the harness and the firm tightness of the chaps and
armbands, combined with the encasing leather of the hood, was incredibly
erotic. As David squeezed and kneaded his dick and his balls Tim uttered a
long moan of pleasure. Again he forced his eyes open, as his leather Master
loomed over him, black capped and mirrored eyes, black leather straps and
silver metal circling his chest and swinging from his nipples, forearms
rippling inside the black of the gloves, chaps straining around the muscled
legs, the length of his mighty weapon barely sheathed in the codpiece. He
felt the tugging at his neck, sensed the leather platform he lay on swing
gently toward his man and away again. The smoke in the air, and the soft
uneven glow of the candles in the darkened room, made Tim feel as if he was
floating in a sea of black leather.

Losing himself, or at least, losing all his previous life, in that smoky den
of passion, Tim called to the apparition in black leather between his
uplifted legs. "Fuck me, Sir ... use me ...!" he begged.

David recalled the look in Tim's eyes when he had picked up and fondled the
string of balls. His own excitement had grown at the thought, and grew
again. Finding the toy nearby, he lifted it and dangled it over Tim's face,
lowering the first sphere to touch his boy's lips, then slowly,
tantalisingly drawing the line of balls down across Tim's chest, letting
them catch here and there on the edges of the leather straps. Tim tried to
lick and swallow at the black latex covered orb that drifted over his lips,
twitched with electricity wherever the balls came into contact with his
skin. He looked hard at David. "Yes please, Sir ..." he hissed "...use them, put
them where they belong..."

David mocked doubt. "I don't know ... not sure if you're ready for them, boy
..."

"Yes, Sir, I am, Sir, please ... PLEASE!!" Tim begged urgently.

David retrieved a bottle of amyl and handed it to his `boy'. As Tim prepared
himself, David stood beside him, towered over him. He looked down again at
this incredible man, exciting himself with the sight of the leather and
metal covering, enveloping, adorning Tim's body. He held the balls high for
both to see clearly and slowly applied a liberal helping of lube to each one
in turn, including the connecting latex encased string. Tim trembled with
anticipation, as he watched David almost lovingly coat the toy with the gel.
The balls suspended directly above him, he felt the heat from David's body
beside him, saw from the corner of his eye the dark and shining blackness of
David's groin, the shimmer of the metal across David's chest, wreathed in
flickering candle light and misty wisps of smoke. His cock ached and oozed,
his arse puckered and flexed.

Tim arched slightly, pushing himself lower in the sling, and David moved
back between his legs, once more drinking in the view of Tim's open,
beckoning hole framed in black leather chaps. Holding the balls in the hand
still attached to Tim's neck by the leather lead, he lubed and slowly
inserted a finger from his free hand into Tim's puckering hole. Feeling the
heat and the need, he slid one finger inside easily, then another, gently
probing and stretching, relaxing the sphincter, readying it for his assault.
Tim sighed and flexed, opening himself to David's leathery fingers, willing
himself to accept the intrusion, to relax for what was to come. David bent
to his task, his face closer now to Tim's waiting arse. He carefully
withdrew his fingers and positioned the first ball against the outside of
Tim's rectum. Tim gasped at the cool feel of the gel covered latex, and took
a long draw at the amyl. As the effect rolled over him, warming his very
blood, his need grew. "Now!" he whispered. David heard the urgent whisper,
and slowly pressed forward as Tim's hole gradually opened around the sphere
of black. Giving it a nudge, pushing side to side as well as forward, David
was rewarded with the most erotic view as Tim gasped again and the first of
the balls slid into him, his arse closing quickly around it, leaving the
trailing drawstring extending from the moist twitching muscle.

On his haunches, David could see at close quarters Tim's trembling anus,
could look past it to his heaving leather clad testicles and throbbing cock,
could take in the sight of his leather encased chest, and the black shiny
envelope of the hood. Cautiously still, he pressed the second ball to his
boy's rectum. Exerting firm force, his fingers manipulated the latex covered
sphere into the flexing sphincter. There was some resistance as he gently
eased the ball forward, then suddenly Tim relaxed, his body opened and
swallowed again. David ached with the erotic thrill as the round shape
pushed at its target, forcing it open and then disappearing within the wet
warm cavern. David's entire body tingled with the thrill as he watched,
spell bound, the three remaining balls hanging down and out of Tim's arse on
their connecting thread as the young man's hole flexed and glistened in the
flickering glow. The picture of the balls hanging from his lover was so
horny, and David was mesmerised by the sight.

Tim had relaxed as much as he could, had felt the pressure as the black
latex spheres had forced open his aching rectum. The first had hurt a
little, but the pain had been eased by the effects of the amyl, and had
disappeared quickly as he felt the ball pass through. The second had been
easier, his arse now opened a little, and again he had winced at the initial
pain, only to find it replaced by a sensation of pleasure as he adapted, and
a feeling of deep satisfaction as he closed himself around the connecting
latex string. He looked again at the wonderful, powerful man between his
legs. David was crouched low, so all Tim could see was his head and chest,
but what a vision! David's attention was centred on Tim's waiting hole, the
cap and visor lowered so that Tim could just make out the mirrors of the
glasses he wore beneath them. His shoulders, wide and strong, bore the black
straps of the harness and the glint of silver chain flashed in the candle
glow. The head and shoulders of the leather clad god he gave himself to now,
were framed by Tim's own raised and booted legs, a shining black border as
the supple leather of his chaps stretched and gripped at his thighs. Behind
David the blackness of the room completed the picture, and Tim readied
himself for the next insertion.

He felt the shape of the ball as David pressed it against him. Smooth but
solid, Tim relaxed his arse again, letting the pressure open him gently.
Surrounded by the blackness, by the aroma of sex and leather, he let himself
be opened and pushed back with his muscles against the ball as it reached
its full diameter at the very edge of his hole. Just the slightest of pain
now, but overshadowed by incredible pleasure as Tim felt his rosebud stretch
to take it. A slight push from David and the third black ball slid inside
Tim. The sensation as it did was incredible. He could feel himself close
around it, grip again at the connecting string. He could feel the balls
inside him. Not uncomfortable, but strangely satisfying, fulfilling. The
latex covered thread that joined the balls to each other tickled rather than
irritated his arse as it hung from him. His natural impulse was to try to
push it out, but he resisted the feeling and remained relaxed, enjoying the
strange new feeling as three of the balls filled his rectum and the
remaining two swung outside his body. As he felt David begin to push the
fourth ball at his twitching hole, he tried to picture the black orb against
himself, slowly opening him wide then disappearing into him as his anus
closed around it.

As the fourth black ball was swallowed by Tim's body, David leaned closer,
relishing the view as the now willing hole accepted the intrusion, and
pulled the ball inwards, dragging at the string and drawing the final ball
upward. David now held the final ball close to Tim's hole, the loop of latex
covered string lying in his palm. Concerned about losing the toy completely,
he snatched up one of the lengths of silver chain that had small leather
snap open rings attached to either end. He snapped one of the leather pieces
through the loop of latex, letting the length of silver trail to the floor.
He jiggled and pressed again at the last black sphere. He watched as Tim
lifted the amyl to his nose, taking another long draw at the bottle. Saw the
effect take hold as his boy warmed and buzzed with the pulsing blood
triggered by the drug. The last ball, still pressed to Tim's hole, suddenly
slid inside, swallowed by the hot leather clad body suspended in front of
David's face. As it disappeared from view the loop of latex trailed it, and
the snap ring of leather came to rest against Tim's hole, the chain falling
from him, swinging. The impression in David's mind was not unlike that of
Tim having grown a silver metal tail. He caught up the other end of the
chain and stood to look down at his black leather slave.

Tim felt the final ball fill him, slip inside him to join its fellows. The
effects of the amyl were still upon him, and he moaned quietly at the
satisfying pleasure. He felt filled, stuffed, complete. The balls within his
bowel caused him no pain, not even any real discomfort. As he adjusted to
the sensations, he realised they felt good. Better than good, they felt
great. He felt great. His arse was filled, his hole closed tightly, yet he
could feel the trailing chain as it hung from him. He looked down, to see
his leather god rise up from behind him, powerful and possessing. As he
watched David stand, he felt the tug of the chain attached to the balls
buried deep within him. David pulled gently at the chain, and the motion
caused the balls to move around within the hot wet cavern that was Tim's
body, every movement resulting in thrills of pleasure within him. He gasped
softly, and moaned with the pleasure.

David smiled. The length of chain he held, disappearing into Tim's body,
looked so hot, and the moans and whimpers of pleasure Tim made only
increased the excitement David felt. His whole body seemed tensed and on
edge, full of raging sexuality as he pleasured his lover and himself. As he
stood between Tim's hoisted legs the flicker of the soft candlelight sent
black shadows across the black leather straps and shining leather chaps
encasing them. Now two separate solid joins connected him and the groaning
man spread open before him. The slender black leather of the lead attached
his gloved hand to the dark band around Tim's neck, and the gently swaying
silver chain he clasped led right inside the boy's body. The sense of power,
of possession was almost overwhelming. David looked at the lead in his hand,
at the leather snap ring on the trailing end of the chain. Taking the free
end, he unclasped the tiny leather band, wrapping it around the chain
swinging between his nipple rings, and snapped it closed. The strong shining
chain now connected David's nipples directly to the black latex balls sunk
within his lover's arse. As he moved forward the tension was taken up, so
that the pressure on the chain stimulated both of them, tugging at David's
sensitive nipples while at the same time dragging at the balls inside Tim.

Tim felt the chain pulling gently at his hole and the sensational spheres of
black latex within him. He moaned with joy when David stood upright again,
the waves of pleasure rolling through him as the balls moved within. Tim
felt the line of leather from his throat to David's hand, felt connected in
so many ways to the dark leather man standing over him, felt he belonged to
him, belonged here in this dark, black, warm world of masculine leather and
metal. David leaned forward, running his hands down Tim's chaps, squeezing
at the tight dark hide. He traced the edges of the chaps around Tim's groin,
and ran his finger along the connecting chain to the rim of Tim's hole, then
up across the heaving pouch of leather holding Tim's manhood, before
massaging gently his slave boy's abdomen, following the harness straps of
black leather against white skin up and up. As he did, the constant dragging
of the chain pulled at his nipples, making them hard and erect, sending
shockwaves of pleasure through his chest which radiated across his entire
body.

Tim's breathing quickened as he delighted to the sensation of David's hands
on his thighs, and groin, leather on leather and leather on skin. When
David's gloved finger poked at the rim of his arse, disturbing yet again the
latex protruding from it, Tim ached with pleasure. The feathery touch of his
Master's leather coated fingers against his abdomen was heaven, and the
pressure of David's hands further moved the balls within Tim, sending more
thrills through his body. As David's hands continued to explore his body Tim
revelled in the sensations taking him over. He gasped as David leaned into
him, felt the pull of the chain, the warm smooth leather of David's chaps
against his arse cheeks, the incredible hardness of David's cock as the
codpiece pressed into Tim's leather clad testicles. When David reached and
held his head, Tim felt the strength of his hands through the comforting
texture of the leather hood enveloping his head. David's mouth came to his
lips, and Tim kissed him fervently, passionately. The chain connecting them
was stretched taut now and the pressure increased as Tim felt the fifth ball
being pulled back against his anus. David too felt the pressure as the chain
dragged hard at his distended nipples, pulling them downwards. But the pain
wasn't unpleasant. It was exciting, thrilling, electrifying as his sensitive
tits conveyed waves of ecstasy to his tensed excited body.

David backed away, reluctant to lose the sensation of the pulling at his
tits, and the taste of his lover, but eager to continue. As he did, his
hands again followed the lines of Tim's harness down his body, drinking in
the feel of leather and flesh through his fingers. He pulled right back
until the chain again became taut, pulling both at David's aching pleasure
filled nipples, and at Tim's flexing puckering hole. He was so turned on by
the straight, tight silver chain leading directly from Tim's hole to his
chest, the sight of that pink tender flesh pierced by metal and black latex,
sitting in the centre of the white skin and framed by the black leather of
Tim's chaps and the harness, floating in the dark warm air of the playroom.
He pulled back further, increasing the pressure on his tits and Tim's arse
and suddenly the last ball popped out of Tim, eliciting a gasp from the boy
suspended before him.

Gripping the chain again with one hand, he pressed his leather clad fingers
around the edges of Tim's anus, massaging and caressing as he pulled the
chain tight again. Tim almost screamed with pleasure as the next two round
black balls shot from his arse in quick succession. He pushed as he felt
them opening him, clenched against the touch of David's gloved fingers at
his hole, and let the  pressure release him as the balls forced him open,
closed and open again. He paused, trying to recover, taking a sniff at the
amyl as the pressure built again. He looked to David, whose attention was
riveted on the protrusions from Tim's anus, swirling smoke drifted across
the space between them. Tim's resistance gave in and he expelled the
remaining spheres at David's coaxing, feeling himself emptied and hollow.

"Damn, that was fucking hot!" David shouted, his body pulsing with the
eroticism of the scene he had just played out. He moved eagerly to the side
of the sling, approaching the suspended man wreathed in black leather, still
puffing from the exertion and intensity of having the balls ripped from his
innards. He towered over his darkened features, drinking in the sight of the
leather hood masking him, the leather straps binding him, the leather chaps
encasing him.

"Sir, ..." Tim begged "I need you badly. I have to have you so much it hurts,
please Sir, Please ...????"

David heard the urgency in his voice, felt the passion rising within him yet
again. "Yes, my boy, my slave, yes," he hissed back at him.

Returning to the base of the sling, David stooped as he passed Tim's
writhing body, collecting something from the floor amongst the collection of
toys lying there. The swirling light played on David's black shining form as
the leather he wore beckoned to Tim. Like an apparition from the mists,
David appeared to tower over Tim's aching needing body. Smiling down at his
lover, David held aloft the object he had picked up. Tim looked, recognised,
and excited anticipation again rolled over him. In David's black gloved hand
was the leather sheath Tim had admired before. A tube of the softest,
shiniest black leather, it looked like an oversized finger cut from a glove.
The sealed end was perfectly smooth, the open back fitted with a drawstring.

Tim ached. His anus flexed. He desperately wanted to feel that sheath,
filled with the strength of David's manliness, penetrate him. His mind
reeled. He could actually be fucked by leather! David moved to position
himself so that Tim could clearly see what he did. His cock already slicked
and moist, David added more lubricant to his throbbing pole, and gently slid
the form fitting tube of leather down over himself. Pulling it into place,
he drew the fastening string firmly closed, and looped it under his own
balls before tying it securely. He marvelled at the sensation, revelled in
the feel of the softest of leather not just against his manhood, but
completely engulfing it, wrapping around his rod. David's cock twitched
again, he felt as if his cock was truly a steel weapon encased in its
leather scabbard. Tim's eyes opened wide with delight and excitement. His
lover was already wrapped in the most perfect leather, harnessed with hide
and metal, black capped and gauntletted, framed and gripped in black chaps.
Now his very being, his proud sword was encased in shining leather as it
pointed directly at Tim.

David moved to position himself between Tim's leathered legs, allowing
himself the pleasure of running his hands along the chaps and feeling Tim's
thighs tremble within their black envelope. He smeared a very generous
amount of the cool lubricant onto his hand and applied it to Tim's already
twitching anus. Tim felt the cool gel as it was applied, let the
anticipation build as David worked one then two fingers into him, loosening
him even more, readying him. His body tingled as David's fingers massaged
his puckered bud, inserted themselves into him and probed at his rectum. He
moaned with soft pleasure at the feeling of David's preparatory digits, and
silently begged for more. David watched as his lover writhed on his fingers,
and looked down at himself. The sight of his own cock, fierce and hard,
tightly wrapped in shimmering black leather, sent shudders through him. He
felt the onrushing sense of power, of strength as it surged through him. He
suddenly seemed to himself as another being, an indomitable sexual animal,
on the brink of coupling with the most fantastic, leather clad mate,
protected here within their private den of desire. His glistening black
maleness jutted out from his body, surging toward the beckoning target of
his lover.

Urgency and desire taking over, David smeared more lubricant up and down his
sheathed cock, coating the rounded head, smothering the rock hard shaft. He
looked at Tim with fire in his eyes, wanting him, needing him, desperate to
take this incredible prize being offered to him. Tim trembled, needed. The
younger man drew again at the amyl, long and deep as the smooth black hide
of the sheath touched against his skin. Wordlessly he nodded assent at the
leather god pressing in on him, blood rushing to his head, his heart,
sending waves of passionate need through him.

David aimed himself at his lover, settled his rock hard prong against the
outside of Tim's bud and ever so slowly pressed at it. He stared in rapture
as Tim pushed against him. Saw the need in Tim's eyes and felt the heat of
his passion rising. The leather covered head of his cock nudged at the
opening, easing wide the muscles and urging to be allowed entry. He sensed
the layers of resistance give way as he slowly, gently as possible,
penetrated the soft tissue. As the head of his cock breached the walls of
Tim's arse, the sphincter muscles closed tight around him. David closed his
eyes as the waves of sensation rolled over him. His very masculinity was
clamped in the fantastic grip of leather, gripped and held by the muscles of
Tim's anus, massaged as he entered the man below him. He heard Tim take
another whiff of the amyl, and opened his eyes to look upon his mate, his
lover. Once again he felt the relaxation of Tim's muscles as the amyl took
effect, pushing in slowly but steadily, entering him and filling him with
steel filled hide.

Tim ached, burnt, as David's prong forced entry. Despite all the lube, and
the previous action of the balls, he was not prepared for the pain as the
leather clad pole opened him. Forcing himself to not call out, he felt
certain he was being torn asunder as the pain seared his arse. The amyl rush
had helped, but the agony twisted as he clamped tightly around the monster
that assailed him. He clenched himself, bit his lip and silently begged for
release. And then it came. Not the release of withdrawal, but the release of
pleasure. Overriding the pain, waves of pleasure crashed upon him as his
protesting hole gave up its stranglehold and surrendered to the invasion. He
drew again at the amyl, and this time as the blood raced to his head, the
stimulation relaxed his sphincter and he let himself feel the power of the
cock at his entry. Stretched still, the ache he felt was lessening as the
sensations overtook him. He could literally feel the smooth gloss of the
leather sheath wedged within him, could sense the texture of the glossy
black hide as David's pole began to slide between the walls of his anus. He
relaxed again, and pushed against the pressure, forcing himself to allow
passage to the rock hard weapon as it slowly but irresistibly sank into him.

The invasion continued. Tim thought it would go on forever. He tried not to
resist, but David was large and long. His mind reeled at the thought of what
was happening to him. He squirmed and opened himself again, willing himself
to accept the pillar that plugged him. Opening his eyes, he looked to the
man who was taking him. Between his upturned legs, glowing black in the dim
flickering candle light, towered the ultimate leather male. His black peaked
cap and shining visor tilted downward as he concentrated at the object of
his desires -- Tim. His wide shoulders and powerful chest were harnessed in
black leather and bright metal, but there was no sense that he was
restrained by any worldly force. His strong thick arms were encased in black
leather gloves and studded gauntlets as his hands held firmly to Tim's own
leather clad thighs. Ghostly wisps of smoke enveloped him and haunting
shadows surrounded him as his huge masculinity, swathed in slippery glossy
black leather took possession of Tim's body, focussing Tim's entire being on
the mighty weapon scabbarding itself in his hot wet gut.

Tim's body ached with the pleasure, his mind opened and revelled in the
sensuality enveloping him. Suddenly, with the passion, came an unmistakable
clarity of sensitivity. Tim could feel every nerve in his body tingle, could
draw on all of his senses and know that he was immersed in ultimate
leathered sexuality. His back was supported by the firm leather of the
sling, his head encased in the soft comforting hood, the scent of the
leather heavy in the air. His chest was bound across by wide black straps of
the wondrous hide, arms wrists and legs gripped by the leather, shining and
black. The very air around him danced with shadows and flickering light,
while the centre of his being, the focus of his sensations, his warm willing
passage was being filled with the powerful leather encased cock of his black
garbed god. He concentrated on that focus, felt the sheathed steel as it
penetrated him, delighted in the textured heat of the polished black weapon
lodged within him. His desire took on a new potency, an urgency he had never
known. He had to have this staff inside him, had to take David's
masculinity, needed desperately to know the ultimate joining with his
leather lover, the dark hide of their passion around him and within him.
Drinking in again the vision that was his dark David, Tim trembled with pent
up passion, relaxed himself again, and in a lightning fast lunge pulled
himself back against his man. David's manhood, his sword of steel in its
leather sheath, speared into Tim. Plumbing the depths of his body with a
single thrust. Tim impaled himself, crying out with the intensity of the
ecstatic pleasure which plunged into him, feeling the mighty pole crash to a
stop as David's heavy testicles crushed against Tim's butt. As the glossy,
black weapon buried itself to the hilt within him, Tim clenched his arse
around its shaft, determined to have it, to hold it within himself.

David was unprepared for the ferocity of Tim's sudden surge against him. The
head of his cock was on fire, gripped in fantastic shining black leather,
clenched by Tim's tight anus. He had stopped, an inch and a half of his hard
throbbing cock was lodged within his man, gripped in the tightest embrace he
had ever known. The clamping of Tim's arse had emphasised the sensuality of
the leather sheath around his prong, sending shivers of excitement through
him, but he dared not move until his lover was ready. He raised his head
from the concentration upon Tim's hole, and beheld a sight that encaptured
his ultimate fantasy, the fulfillment of his dreams. The room was dark. The
candles around the basement offered pinpricks of light which shuddered and
danced though there was no movement in the air. Wisps of smoke floated, and
his lover, his man, his boy, floated with them, suspended in the air on a
platform of black leather. The metal of the supporting chains disappeared
upwards into the blackness. Tim, his man, lay writhing in the centre of the
sling, his head disguised by the mask of the black leather hood. Bands of
black hide stood out against the light skin on his chest and arms. The wide
strap against his lower abdomen led to his throbbing masculinity encircled
at its root by the silver metal cockring. His glimmering leather clad legs
were raised and open to frame the hot firm butt, and at the centre of it
all, David joined to this man by the length of his own maleness, encased in
soft glistening black. He stared in wonder at the unimaginably erotic sight
of the leather shaft sunk into Tim's hole, as though it were not really a
part of him. But the grip on his cock, the sensual firmness of the leather
around his penis, assured him that this was real, that he was living this
fantasy.

Tim's eyes opened, pools of light in the black eye holes of the hood. Then,
without warning, Tim was pushing back against him, and David felt his body
open and accept, crashing down upon him, impaling itself on his throbbing
meat. As the shining blackness of his rock hard pole sank full length into
the depths of Tim's body, David's head went back, his entire body aflame
with desire. Tim let out a cry of pleasure and David's need exploded. He
took control again, shoving himself harder into the willing body beneath
him, feeling his nuts pound against bare skin. He felt the grip as Tim
clenched around his shaft buried deep, felt the heat of Tim's innards wrap
around his leather sheathed cock. Forcefully he drew back, pulling that
weapon to the brink of Tim's hole, then plunged in again. Out again, and
once more he shoved himself at the boy, pounding his arse. The force of the
inward thrust made the sling rock back, and David used the momentum, pulling
and pushing at Tim's leathered thighs, rocking him back and forward in the
sling, crashing his sword deep into the boy as it swung back, and using the
forward roll to pull the sheathed black rod to the very edge of Tim's moist
hole before thrusting back in again even deeper. Harder and harder he fucked
at the swinging boy. Faster, deeper his cock pistoned in and out of the
writhing body of his leather wrapped lover, heat building, passion taking
control. The burning wetness of Tim's passage was ploughed over and over
again by David's manhood. The leather covering pulled and rubbed against the
tender skin of David's steel hard prong, the sensation one of ultimate
pleasure as he let the erotic feel and touch of the hide envelope him, felt
the surrender of his slave boy to total passion. David's need built, his
body trembled as jolts of electricity shot through him. He saw with
amazement the polished black pole that was his cock ram in and out of the
puckered pink hole as he took possession of his man.

Tim was alive. Truly alive. Every nerve in his body tingled. Every part of
his being screamed out with the ecstasy visited upon him by the pounding of
David's turgid rod into his arse. He gave himself into the waves of
exploding passion, felt the pendulum effect as he was rocked back and forth
in the sling, impaled onto the sword of leather at his lover's groin, ripped
away from it again only to be pounded deeper. His body ached with desire. He
clenched at the invading weapon as it was pulled from him, and opened again
to take more and more of it as David lunged back into him. He swore he could
feel the texture of the leather sheath as it attacked his innards, could
sense the glistening polished hide pounding his body. The harder and faster
that David fucked him the more he wanted. He grunted and moaned as the long
powerful shaft explored his body, took it with joy, begged for more. The
building ache within him was centred on his ravaged hole, and spread like
fire throughout his body. The fantasies of his dreams had manifested
themselves here, in the leather god loving him, fucking him, burying that
staff of life within him. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over him. He was
fucking in leather and being fucked by leather, literally. He was encased in
the black hide, enveloped and possessed by his leather lover, and being
penetrated and pounded by a leather weapon alive and part of him. He and
David were joined totally as he urged his lover on and in, bucking against
him, riding the leather rod of his man with all his might. The need within
him reached a crescendo. His body writhed as gasps and moans of pleasure
escaped his lips. He tried to hold back but nothing could resist the
intensity of the passion as it exploded within him. Suddenly his cock
exploded, gushers of white hot semen flying into the air and crashing onto
his chest, his face.

David felt the heat build, knew he was close. He willed himself not to let
go as he fucked deeper and faster into Tim. He fought against the urges of
his rolling balls, the electric tingling in his leather encased cock. He
sensed the urgent gripping of Tim's body and ploughed into that willing
tunnel, taking it and fucking it. When the first jet of white shot from
Tim's cock, flying upwards right before David's eyes, his own need erupted.
His restrained manhood shot load upon load of searing cream into the
surrounding leather sheath as David continued to piston in and out of his
lover, not letting go of the pounding rhythm, determined to fuck this man
until he dropped. The juice he emptied into Tim, contained within the
leather covering, squelched and enveloped David's burning fuckpole, as his
heaving and pounding continued unabated. Incredibly, as the pumping jism
subsided, David's weapon remained hard as ever, the ramming, ploughing force
of their lovemaking not missing a beat.

Tim's body exploded as his orgasm crashed over him. The splatters of cum
that landed hot on his skin excited him even more. His cock poured his
essence out, shooting load after load over himself. David grunted and fucked
him even harder, and Tim felt David's trembling climax within him. He ached
with intense pleasure as the waves of eruption ebbed away, the passion not
going with it. Instead, Tim was even more turned on, he continued to clamp
and flex at David's invading pole, urging him harder and deeper, wanting to
have more and more of him. The ache of his spent cock added to the bliss of
the pounding he took. Surprisingly, he realised that he had not lost his
erection. A climax half as intense as the one he had just known would
normally have left him weak for hours, but instead he was harder than ever,
needed more, wanted all his lover could give and then some. He urged the
leather clad god at his arse to pound him harder, deeper, to fuck him like
no fuck had ever been before. He gave himself completely to the passion, to
the intensity, and to his man.

And David fucked, pounded and pierced, thrust in and out of his lover,
possessed of a strength and power he did not know existed. He rammed himself
into Tim, pulled back and rammed again. The energy, the urgency of their
lovemaking consumed him. His need built again, but he also needed to be
truly joined with his lover, his man. As much as the leather excited him,
aroused him, pleasured him, it had become a barrier between them, the sheath
clutching at his manhood separating them in this boiling moment of joining.
He wrenched backwards, pulling himself from Tim's body and avoiding the
pendulum swing of the harness so as not to enter again.

Tim clenched and released at the battering ram of slick leather pounding
him. He urged his lover, his David into him. As the passion increased once
more he wanted him, wanted David, completely, wholly, needed to be joined
with him as one. When David tore himself out of Tim's body, Tim ached,
emptied and incomplete. "Arrhhhhh  ... David..." he called urgently, "get that
thing off and fuck me ... Now, PLEASE... I need you, just you, inside me!!!!"

David fumbled in his haste to undo and remove the leather sheath that had
given them both the most incredible sensation. It was time to make love to
his man, to enter him naked and take him. Ripping the glorious leather pouch
from his swollen member he dropped it quickly and leaned to Tim again,
pressing his slicked, moist cockhead to the loosened, begging hole spread
and inviting before him. As the two men touched again, they looked into each
other's eyes and without a word, together, they joined. David's cock slid
easily inside Tim, as Tim relaxed and allowed his lover entry without a hint
of resistance. The hot wetness of Tim enveloped David instantly, welcoming
him and clutching at him, drowning his raging hard-on in a sea of warmth.
The throbbing maleness of David's sex penetrated Tim easily and deeply,
burrowing into him, finding its true home within his body. Sinking to his
complete length inside his lover, David came to rest against his butt,
almost overcome by the incredible fire which engulfed his cock. Tim urged
him in, deep, hard, felt the steel of his lover's prong probe within, drew
him further, needing to have him inside. As David slammed against him, Tim
felt complete, fulfilled, satisfied beyond measure. Neither of the men would
ever feel whole again unless they were joined like this. Tim's body would
always be empty, aching and needing without David buried deep within. David
would never again be truly comfortable or complete without Tim wrapped
around him, clenching and gripping at him.

Joined now, they looked to each other, each finding his complement, his
soulmate in the other, and knowing it in that instant. David leaned into his
lover, his cock hard and throbbing, lost inside his man. As he did, Tim
lifted up to him, clenching at his man's pole. They kissed hard and long,
their bodies locked together. Tongues explored and tasted, hands gripped and
tugged, caressed and traced. Skin on skin, leather on leather, man on man
they embraced, they made love. Still drinking of each other, mouths joined,
they began to rock back and forth as David's hard cock massaged Tim's bowel.
Passion grew, need intensified. David lifted his face from Tim's, looked
upon his lover, and thrust again. Tim urged him on, needing him, clenching
at him. David pulled back and thrust again. Hard. Tim let him draw away,
then gripped at him as he pushed, trying to draw his lover further and
deeper inside him. Quickly they meshed, each anxious and needing, the rhythm
they established fast growing to a churning animal rut as each gave himself
over to unbridled passion and urgent need. David pounded, thrust and
parried, his hips a blur as he shoved and lunged at his partner, burying
himself and pulling back to bury deeper. Harder, faster, in and out his
piercing weapon lunged at his man. Tim writhed in pleasure, clenching,
gripping, taking. Their grunts and moans of ecstasy a chorus of male sex as
they pushed each other to climax, venting their energy in total erotic
abandonment, swathed in black leather and warm darkness. Divorced from the
world they fucked and fucked and fucked, jabbing, penetrating, powerful sex
driving them on and on. As David forced his manliness deeper and harder into
Tim he took possession of his lover, owned him and wanted more. Tim in turn
took possession of David's manhood, gave himself to his lover and owned the
man within him.

Building themselves, pushing each other to the limit, they fucked and
grunted, sweated and loved, until wordlessly, together, they reached the
point of no return, the consummation of their loving. Bucking and heaving
against one another, grinding into each other, stripped of all inhibitions,
they exploded together. Tim writhed and gasped, clenching at David like a
vice. David heaved and shoved himself at his lover, surging forward, sinking
so far inside Tim he felt completely swallowed. As David's electrified cock
pumped his essence into Tim, Tim bucked and shot. He felt the power and the
heat of David's ejaculation, sensed the searing jism filling his waiting
body, and responded by flooding them with his seed. David twitched and
spurted, his heaving balls emptying their precious fluid through his
trembling shaft and deep into Tim's belly. Tim gripped at David and spurted
load upon load of manjuice all over them, coating them both with creamy
white cum. As their simultaneous orgasm peaked, they locked together,
unmoving but for the endless, draining, pumping of their masculinity into
and over each other. In that moment they became one being, one entity,
joined and impenetrable, feeding from the power and the strength of each
other.

For long moments they stayed as they were. The force of their orgasm slowed.
Slowly, gradually, almost reluctantly, the passion ebbed, but still they
held together, joined, complete. Eventually the effort and the intensity of
their lovemaking exacted its toll, and they collapsed, spent, exhausted.
Gently easing back, extricating his flagging cock from Tim's body, David
sighed softly "I love you". Tim, feeling his lover pulling from him,
clenched once more to drain the final drops of essence from David's penis.
But his clench was feeble, his strength drained. "I love you back" he smiled
softly into David's eyes.

Wearily they helped each other straighten up, extricate themselves from the
sling. Unable to even stand steadily, they collapsed together laughing on
the leather covered mattress on the floor. Holding each other close, arms
and legs intertwined, rubbing against themselves they recovered slowly. The
sweat and cum on their bodies squelched between them, permeating them. The
aroma of sex and perspiration and leather and spent lust was heavy in the
room as they joined again, kissing and holding to each other. Each lost in a
sea of sated desire and emotional completeness, they lay together, still
encased in their beloved leather, feeling and touching each other.

Tim smiled to himself and looked to the side of the room, catching sight of
the boxes that had led him to his man. Black boxes that brought so much.

				     The End

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