Date: Wed, 05 Jun 2002 17:18:22 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Leather Lovers Pt 6

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This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the
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with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your
obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

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Leather Lovers

Chapter 6

Mike and I didn't make love that night. After rushing around all week moving
him in and making all the usual adjustments, we were tired out. Added to
that, the stress of the HIV test and the waiting and wondering, even though
we expected the good news, had drained us both. When we were both given a
clean bill of health, it felt like the weight of the world had lifted from
us. We were ecstatically happy, but both exhausted. Over a light meal we
chatted together, making plans and discussing our future, but the yawns
became more frequent and the limbs ached. By unspoken agreement we collapsed
side by side in bed, falling asleep almost instantly, wrapped in each
other's arms.

The next morning, Saturday, dawned bright. The world seemed to be in tune
with us, everything new and shining. We made our way up to King Street,
finding a table on the footpath at our favourite coffee shop, and settling
down to watch the passing parade. This was becoming a habit for us and the
regulars nodded as they passed. We talked happily, touching and leaning
together for a stolen kiss from time to time. It was just as we kissed
again, quickly, that the voice boomed down.

"Leave it out!" Looking up quickly, expecting some kind of argument, we
found James, one of Mike's friends, towering over us. We had met each
other's friends, had been welcomed by all, but I sometimes found this
particular guy a bit of a pain in anything more than short doses. I'd
mentioned it to Mike, wanting to ensure that nothing came between us, and
he'd confided that James was an acquaintance rather than a friend, and he
felt the same as I did towards him.

"You two are becoming such a couple. Just so terribly boring and suburban."
He spat the words out as if they were something foreign and distasteful.
"We're all going to Caesars' tonight. How about coming along instead of
locking yourselves away together like you've been doing lately?"

Mike leaned over and whispered in my ear. I laughed out loud, stifling a
bellow. "What's the secret?" James demanded.

"Never mind. You'll see tonight." Mike said. "We'll be there around 10,
okay?"

"Okay!" he said. Heading off up the street he had the look of someone who
had accomplished a difficult and onerous task.

I turned to Mike. "Are you serious?" He had whispered to me that we should
arrive in full leather, really show them just how `suburban' we had become.

"I'm game if you are," he defied me.

"Okay, but they're your friends, remember!"

That night we contemplated getting ready about 9 o'clock. I looked at Mike,
drinking in the sight of his wide shoulders and firm round butt. He always
looked so good, I loved staring at him, even better when he was in leather.
"Are you sure you want to go to Caesars' with all your friends around in
full leathers?" I asked. "You know they don't feel comfortable around
`leathermen' and they don't have any idea about us."

"You bet I do." He said emphatically. "It's not like we're `in the closet'
or anything. For godsake, they're all gay and all our friends. If they can't
handle what we love, then do we really want to call them friends?"

"Okay, stud!" I laughed, "You made your point, and I agree with you, I just
don't want to see you regretting anything."

He held my face in his hands, becoming serious. "As long as I have you, I'll
never regret another thing, ever!" His deep blue eyes bored into me and I
melted at his touch.

As we prepared for our big outing, we laughed and joked, kissing, touching
and rubbing against each other. Despite his defiant stance, and
determination to show his friends just how NOT `suburban' we were, I managed
to convince Mike that bare arses and pouches were really not the go. This
place was just a normal bar, I reminded him, and we could run foul of dress
regulations with our butts on show. We settled for a compromise, and dressed
in almost identical outfits. Black leather riding jackets with straps on the
shoulders, over tight white T shirts. Over the flimsy cotton of the shirts
we wore basic harnesses of four straps, two over the shoulders, two around
the ribs, connected front and back to a single metal ring. Shining, soft
leather pants under firmer chaps meant that the effect was still there, but
we were covered enough to comply with the `decency' laws. Even so, his
gorgeous arse filled those jeans so well as they gripped him tight as a
second skin, and the long black tube of his outlined manhood beckoned me. I
leaned and squeezed his prick through the leather of the jeans. "What will
they say when I keep getting an erection?" I asked.

"They'll be jealous as hell!" he replied, grinning evilly.

At the appointed time, we made our way into the bar, arms around each other.
Spying his group in a corner, Mike squeezed my leathered arse for final
encouragement, and strode towards them, calling out. In the gear we wore,
there was no point in trying to sneak around or look inconspicuous! As he
loomed up, larger than life, I wished I'd had a camera to record the varying
looks on their faces. Shock, disbelief, lack of recognition were the first
reactions. As it dawned on the mob that Mike and I were who we were, the
faces changed. Some raised eyebrows in amazement, one at least turned away
in disgust. Surprisingly enough, I saw at least three of them stare long,
taking in the entire picture with envy and appreciation.

After the initial shock, the evening went remarkably well. Only one -- James,
who had accused us of being boring, and had been the reason for us gearing
up -- openly disapproved and walked away, refusing to be associated with us.
It turned out that the low opinion of him was fairly widespread among the
group. Most of the others complimented us on the shock value, and the guts
to show ourselves. There was a bit of easy bantering, some joking around at
our expense, but nothing serious, and we enjoyed ourselves with them,
feeling more at ease now that we didn't need to hide the fact that we both
enjoyed being in leather. And two of the guys commented to us at different
times that they had often wondered what it would be like, wanted to
experiment. We suggested they just get out and do it, but there was no way
we were interested in `sharing'. The leather was for us, just the two of us,
together.

After a few hours, Mike looked at me and winked. "Time for us to go. Being
so suburban and all, we need to get home. Besides, Neale has to get me back
home and tie me onto the rack before he whips me for being a bad boy!" he
announced in a stage whisper. The group laughed, more lewd comments
following after us as we made our exit.

"That idea of the rack might be fun, as long as I'm the one tied onto it!" I
teased him as we headed home.

Once we stepped inside the house, Mike dropped behind me. Following me into
the bedroom, he slapped my leathered behind loudly. "Now, what was that
comment about a rack, boy?" he growled in mock anger. "We may have to see
about getting a rack, just to teach you some manners! Strip those pants off
that tight little arse of yours, and get on your knees and beg me to forgive
you." The commanding tone of his voice sent shivers up my spine.

Hurrying to do as I was told, I quickly changed so that instead of squeaking
against my leather jeans, the chaps gripped firmly against my bare skin, the
black gloss of the pouch cradling my cock and balls now in full view and
ready to please him. Mike had shucked off the jeans and t-shirt at the same
time, choosing a new jock, one which consisted of no more than a leather cup
which held his nuts in soft dark hide. His long, powerful tool swung free,
restrained only by the cool steel of the cockring he wore, silver against
his dark pubic hair. I still had on the white cotton T under the harness
encasing my torso. As I stood up from re-adjusting the chaps he grabbed me,
his strong hands gripping the straps of the harness as he pulled me toward
him.

"I think it's about time you learnt some respect, boy!" He hissed at me. His
eyes bored into me from under the lowered shining visor of his cap. I
trembled to his touch, to the closeness of his face and the warmth of his
breath.

"Yes, Sir" I mumbled quietly, falling into the role of his slave boy easily,
my dick hardening as I did.

Without warning, he clasped the material of the shirt I was wearing, on the
left side of my chest, and yanked hard. The flimsy cotton tore like paper,
the sound of the ripping searing my ears and sending pulses of excitement
through me. With my skin exposed, I lowered my head, glimpsing the flash of
light on the silver ring through my left nipple. Mike's fingers closed
around the piece of metal and he twisted, lightly but firmly, pulling as he
did. The pain was minute, the pleasure incredible, and I moaned out loud as
my cock twitched inside the leather envelope of my pouch. It felt like the
nerve endings in my tit were connected directly to my dick. I was instantly
hard as a rock. My Master smiled at me and pulled again.

"Fuck yeah, that's what I like to see!" he said quietly, his prong dancing,
droplets of pre-cum spraying onto my legs as it did. Another ripping, and
the remnants of the white shirt I had worn were tatters, clinging to the
edges of my harness. Excited and horny, I could not resist, and my own hands
went to his nipples, pinching and pulling at the tiny erections standing out
on his chest. He groaned and threw his head back as I did, his mighty weapon
grew even harder, bouncing in front of me. "Oh yes, boy, fuck that's good,'
he declared as I tweaked and pulled at his tits. Mike's hands reached for my
head, pulling my face to his chest. Happily I began to suck and bite at him,
taking the hard brown skin between my teeth and nibbling lightly. My tongue
flicked out to lick at him, bathe his nubs in warm moisture. He felt so
good, tasted so manly as I suckled at him like a baby.

My palms slid down his back, following the lines of his harness as I felt
the smooth leather beneath my fingers. I traced the lines of his chaps
around and below his firm buns, delighting in the warmth of his skin and the
coolness of the hide. He pushed my face lower and I reluctantly let his
nipples free, licking my way down his firm rippled abdomen. I tasted the
leather of his chaps as my chin brushed against the solid muscle of his
engorged penis. Licking and slurping across his pelvis, I found my target
and nibbled softly at the head of his pole. Scooping the droplets of jism
from his slit, I savoured the salty sweetness of him. My lips closed softly
around his cockhead and my tongue massaged his glans, tracing the edge of
his flaring skin then exploring the shaft of turgid flesh behind.

Gently, resisting the urge to gag, I opened my throat and swallowed the
monster cock. Gradually, my mouth working overtime to coat him in saliva, he
slid into me. As my nose came to rest against his pubic hair, my throat
constricted around his meatiness. Mike pulled my face away with his hands,
then pulled back again, beginning to thrust at my gullet as he moaned
quietly with the attention my mouth gave. For three or four minutes he
humped at me, fucking my face slowly, sensuously as I slobbered and
suctioned at him, worshiping his maleness. Without warning, he pulled my
face away from himself.

"On the floor, boy!" he ordered, pointing down. "I want you on all fours.
Spread those legs and stick that pretty little arse in the air. Time it got
a workout!"

I hurried to obey, the anticipation building and making my already hard cock
throb even more. Obviously not fast enough for him though. `SLAP' as his
palm landed on my bare butt. My skin tingled and my body twitched from the
brief sting. I quickly got into position, on my knees which were spread as
far apart as I could manage, the majority of my weight on my elbows, my head
almost at floor level and my puckering hole exposed and lifted to him.

"Nice view!" he commented with an evil grin in his voice.

"Thank you, Sir" I stammered out, wondering what he had in mind. No need to
wonder for long. The next thing I knew, my arsehole was being lubricated,
Mike smearing the cool gel across my entrance and inserting his fingers to
massage it into my sphincter, opening me as he did. I relaxed to take the
slender digits, feeling him enter me and play with my anus. Pressing further
he found my prostate, rubbing the knot of nerves gently. I moaned out loud
with the pleasure that raced through me, bucking backward against him.

"Like that, do we? What else would you like in that tight little arse?" His
voice menacing and exciting, needing no reply. I heard him move about, reach
for something. Again, a touch at my rear, but it wasn't the point of his
finger, or the warm hardness of his cock. Solid, round. A jiggling sound,
and I knew ... the string of balls! Mike pressed the first one against my
lubed anus and I tried to relax as the rounded shape begged entry. Pushing
back, opening myself, I felt the muscles of my sphincter give as the sphere
of black rubber made its way past the muscle and popped inside, my arse
clamping tight behind it, only the connecting latex enclosed string visible.
The momentary discomfort as it entered was immediately replaced by a
satisfying filled sensation, and a strange, erotic pulling as the rest of
the string and other balls remained suspended outside my body.

He knelt behind me. I could feel the heat of his body close to me as he
leant forward to concentrate on the task at hand. Another ball was fed up to
my flexing hole as Mike eased it into me, moving it from side to side as I
opened myself to the solid shape. Again, a feeling as though I was emptying
my bowel, and then tingles of pleasure as the second ball slipped into my
rectum. The sense of being filled increased, and I moaned quietly. A long
"mmmmmmm".

"Like that boy?" my Master whispered from behind. "Looks good from here!
Keep it up my little slave."

Yet another ball was presented to the pink puckering bud of my arse. I
pushed back to meet it, to feel the force as Mike urged it against me,
steadily holding it until my hole opened and accepted, with a rush this time
the third of the string of round toys disappeared within my willing body,
drawing the connecting string behind it. I could feel the remains of the
latex covered string pulling through my clenched sphincter. Mike let the
final two balls drop from his hands, and they swung from my body, pulling
against me and their partners still held within. The sensation as they
bobbed around was incredible, sending twinges of pleasure through me with
each swaying movement. Mike sat back on his haunches behind me. "Fucking
hell! That is so hot, looks fucking horny!" he declared loudly. A slap
landed on my upturned arse cheek, making me twitch and sending even more
waves of ecstasy through me as the balls swung in response. I groaned out
loud, unable to contain the pleasure I was feeling.

"Please, Sir," I begged, "give me more, Sir"

Mike leaned into me again. "Okay, boy" he said, eagerly. The fourth ball was
held against me and jiggled into position. With my Master pushing it against
my opening, I pushed back, willing myself to relax. With the three already
filling my rectum, getting the next two inside was a little less easy. As I
tried to accept them, Mike's free hand reached under and began to gently
massage my testicles. The feeling of his hand on my nuts, caressing me
through the cushioning leather, was amazing. As I writhed at the touch, the
next ball slipped inside me. At that point, Mike proved himself a true
Master at manipulating me and giving me pleasure. As the final round shape
was pushed into my willing but full anus, he continued his playing with my
nuts, squeezing and coaxing, his hand drifting up to grip at my raging
hard-on before returning to my leather encased jewels. With the hand that he
used to urge the string of toys inside me, he pushed and prodded at my
sphincter, his fingers massaging the muscle to relax me.

Finally, the entire string of orbs disappeared into my hungry body. As it
did, a sense of being literally stuffed overcame me, waves of satisfying
pleasure peaking in my gut and rolling through the rest of my body.
Involuntarily, I gasped " uunnhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhh ..."

Mike remained kneeling behind me. He let out a long low whistle as the last
ball was swallowed by my body, holding the trailing edge of the string to
keep from losing it completely. Muttering words of encouragement and vague
obscenities, he pulled gently at the string, making the balls heave and
jiggle in my guts. His hands continued playing with me, grabbing at my nuts
and my throbbing cock, or massaging my abdomen, making the balls within roll
and sending incredible stirrings of pleasure throughout my filled cavern. I
grunted and groaned as he did, enjoying the sensations coursing through me.
He landed another slap on my exposed rear and I yelped with delight as my
body jerked, pulling at the string trailing from me to his hands. He played
with me, his `toy', yanking at the balls, at my body. He ran his hands over
my bare arse cheeks, down my thighs, caressing the leather of the chaps. He
squeezed at my hide enveloped groin and pulled at the straps of my harness,
tweaking my pierced nipple yet again. I writhed in pleasure, squeals of joy
escaping from me as he played me like a musical instrument.

"Oh fuck, I'm getting so horny watching your little arse wiggle around with
those balls in there!" he said. "Time for me to take their place." With that
he steadied himself, and began to exert some serious pressure on the
connecting thread of latex protruding from my anus. I felt the solid mass of
the balls being dragged against the inside of my sphincter, and settled down
to relax and expel them. Mike was eager now, and his urgency translated to
his actions. Pulling steadily, the string connecting the balls went taut,
and my protesting hole gave way. They popped out of me like gunshots, helped
along by a horny grinning Mike. The opening, clamping and opening again left
me breathless as my insides were emptied, wrenched from within. Gasping and
panting, I steadied myself as the last orb exited my hole and my Master
dropped them to the floor.

As he flung the toy to one side, he reached around my body, holding me tight
with his own weight bearing down on me. I could feel the heat of his
exertions, and the leather of his harness against my back as his arms
bear-hugged me. His hungry, swinging tool slapped against my balls and
droplets of jism spattered onto the leather pouch I was wearing.

"Are you ready, boy?" he growled, and I nodded eagerly.

Positioning himself behind me, his cockhead nudged the still tender hole of
my arse. More cool gel was smeared onto me and onto the weapon poised at my
entrance, and then he pressed forward. The feeling was indescribable. I had
always guessed that a naked flaming cock would feel different from the best
lubricated condom covered pole, but I was unprepared for just how amazingly
wonderful he felt. His wide cockhead slid smoothly between my sphincter,
popping inside as I clamped around him. There was no sense of friction at
all, but a joyous warm rod of flesh which invaded my aching accepting body.
I relaxed and wrapped myself around him as he sank into me, pleasure
engulfing me as my cavern was filled yet again.

Mike's long strong meat filled me, inching in steadily. I moaned with
happiness as he entered me. The heat of his rod was glorious and he grunted
as he buried himself completely inside my body. "Fuck!!" he gasped, "that
feels so incredible." Joined together, truly connected without the barrier
of latex, we rocked back and forth together. He thrust into me, then pulled
back to thrust again. With my arse high and my head down, I bucked against
him, enjoying the thrill of his naked cock attacking my innards. His knees
between my own, his leather clad thighs pressing against my hide bound legs,
he leaned over and embraced me, holding me tight as he humped into my arse.
The creaking rubbing of our leather joined with the slurping wetness of his
assault on my hot cave. His arms were around my ribs, under my chest, his
hands on my shoulders as he fucked at me and we became a sole rutting
animal. His thrusts shoved me forward on the floor, and then he yanked me
back again onto his raging prong, pounding it deeper and deeper into me,
harder and harder, using all his strength to ram at me and pull me back
against him.

His breath became shorter as the ache of urgent passion built within me. The
pleasure banging into my arse was intense, and radiated to my body as I
tingled with pleasure, my nerves ringing with joy. I was getting closer and
closer to the point of no return. I sensed a change in his rhythm and he
eased back, still sunk within me.

"Yeah, fucker," he hissed, "take this cock hard, boy!"

"Yes, Sir, fuck me Sir, please" I begged back at him.

With that, his weight shifted. Without letting himself leave my bowel, he
lifted his feet so that he now crouched over me, standing with his knees
bent as my arse pointed to the sky. Gripping the back straps of my harness,
he was able to use the leverage to begin to really pound into me with all
his strength. Fucking down at me, his steel hard cock pounded into my arse.
Pulling me up at him and then dropping me as he withdrew, to shove downward
again, his strangled voice commanding me to take his raging pounding
masculinity. Crushed beneath the force of his frenzied fucking, all I could
do was accept the thumping strokes as he pierced my body with his inflamed
dagger. Like a sword of flesh, his maleness stabbed into me, burying itself
to the hilt in my writhing hole as he took possession of my being. Still
crouching over me, humping down at me, his hands came around my body, and
found my chest. As his tempo increased and he fucked harder and faster at
me, his fingers located my nipples, and his left hand seized my piercing,
tugging at the silver ring and twisting it. The sensational pain and
pleasure that rocked my body from his touch sent me over the edge. I called
out a strangled "UUNNHHHHH" as my nuts exploded. My ravaged sphincter
clamped hard around the pole of pleasure filling me and I trembled and
shuddered before the skyrocketing orgasm swept over me. Load after load of
cum erupted from my cock, filling the pouch and swamping my flesh with hot
wetness, spilling onto the floor beneath me.

As I surrendered into the overwhelming crash of my own climax, Mike screamed
with delight as my arse clamped around his pounding meat. With the full
force of his weight and strength, he shoved hard into me, trembling and
shaking. I heard him gasp, felt his rod swell within me, and then I swear I
could feel the searing heat as he emptied his load into my gut. Cascades of
streaming white hot jizz poured into me as he gripped at me like a vice. My
arse filled and drank at him, his raw manseed unloaded deep within my
grasping insides. A torrent of his essence poured into me, and a
corresponding torrent of cum flowed from my own flaring cock. His pounding
had stopped as his climax struck, but still he held me tight, his weapon
firing shot after shot into me as he twitched and trembled. As one, we
gasped, exhausted, and collapsed. I slid forward on my arms, falling flat on
my stomach into the pool of jism I had created. He fell on top of me, his
proud but emptied cock still sunk in the depths of my arse.

Catching our breath and panting against each other, we lay there, still
joined, for an eternity. Finally Mike whispered into my ear "Holy shit,
Neale, that was just incredible!"

I turned my face toward his "You sure were, stud!" I laughed. Rolling off
me, his juicy prong slid from me, a plopping sound escaping as my sphincter
snapped closed after it. We laughed again, lying beside each other, still
puffing from the exertion, the glow of sated desire settling on us. Fingers
trailed and touched, explored, as we lay together, lovers who had shared the
ultimate joining.

"Mike," I said lazily as we rested, "I have to tell you that when you pull
at my nipple, play with the nipple ring, it really turns me on so much."

"Funny you should mention that," he replied thoughtfully. "I noticed how you
really respond to me touching it. My tits are really sensitive as well. I've
been wondering how you'd feel if I had my nipples pierced?"

"It's your body ..."

"No, it's yours as well."

I grinned at him, locking my eyes on his. "I think it would be so fucking
hot!" I growled. "In fact, if you want, I'll get my other nipple done at the
same time. We'll be a matching pair."

"Then let's do it!!!" he almost shouted in his eagerness.

"You realise that they will be bloody sore for a few weeks, and we'll have
to be careful when we make love until they start to heal?"

"I can live with that." He replied, "I want to share everything with you,
even the painful times."

"Me too, stud." I said it seriously, and meant everything it implied.

We went together to the body piercing clinic the very next morning, and
helped each other through the ache and pain of the procedure. Matching
silver rings soon hung from each of us, ready and waiting to be played with
and to bring us even more enjoyment. The pain and discomfort of the new
piercings faded over the next couple of weeks, and our nipples healed
quickly, despite the fact that it was all we could do to keep our hands off
each other's chest every time we screwed. Now I felt that we were truly a
pair. The silver rings through his tits look so erotic they drive me wild
with desire just looking at them, and my own are a perfect match. My man and
I are permanently marked as each other's.

To be continued...

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