Leather Skin Biker

boy kyle is an early 30s boy who has an interest in leather, bondage, breath control, watersports, and neonazi headspace. He’s a goodlooking boy, about 5′11″, nice build, toned, worked out, with a moderately hairy chest, a cute ass, and hung about 7″ cut. He has brown hair and green eyes, and wears either glasses or contacts. This boy was registered on various m4m sites, and we had been exchanging messages for quite some time before we met. In his day-to-day life boy kyle is very much in control, so he enjoys losing control from time to time. His need to surrender control worked to my advantage on a hot summer night when he came over to visit.

On that night boy kyle presented himself for me and my slave to use, there was no advance plan for what would happen to him. I had planned to play things by ear, and see where things would go. He arrived wearing a white dress shirt, jeans, and black harness boots. He had a goatee, but was otherwise clean shaven. One of the first things I had to do was remove his shirt, revealing a well-toned upper body. I told my slave to get the cigar hood. He returned quickly with the hood, which has no holes save for one: the hole into which the cigar is placed. What I had planned for boy kyle was some smoke play, cigar torture. Once we had him hooded, we led boy kyle out onto the balcony, where he could be seen by people passing by the street below. While people would not be able to see everything that we were going to do to him, they could definitely tell that something was going on six stories up from the street.

I lit a fat cigar and puffed on it a bit. While I was getting the cigar started, my slave unbuckled boy kyle’s belt, unzipped his jeans, and then began to knead boy kyle’s cock, twist his nipples, and explore his hole. low moans came from boy kyle as he was groped and probed. His nipples grew stiff under the light play. He didn’t know exactly what as going to happen next, but he learned quickly. I put the fat stogie in the hole in the hood so that with every breath the boy took, he would draw in more gar smoke. The boy had told me he enjoys smoking a cigar from time to time, but that is not the same as being put into a cigar hood and tortured with the smoke. The boy took the smoke well, and while I forced the smoke into him, my slave kept playing with his cock, which was rock hard. Me and my slave were verbal with boy kyle during all of this, reminding him that he was under our control, and that people on the street below could see him being tortured on the balcony. That knowledge seemed to satisfy this boy’s exhibitionist side, because his cock grew even harder when we reminded him of his public display of vulnerability.

My slave had edged boy kyle very close to shooting more than once while I fed him the smoke. boy kyle took it well, and I felt satisfied with his stamina. I was ready to transition into some indoor play, and so we led boy kyle back inside. I removed the cigar hood, and found boy kyle’s hair wet with sweat. The expression on his face suggested that he was holding up well, and enjoying the experience thus far. I directed my slave to get the poppers so we could force feed him those. I had my slave give boy kyle several hits of poppers while I worked his nips and cock. The poppers would be a bridge between the gar torture and what I had planned for him next: breath control.

I took boy kyle to the bedroom and put him on the bed. I climbed onto the bed with him, and got behind him, so that I could easily reach around with one arm to hold him in place. My slave pulled boy kyle’s jeans down around his ankles, so that we could easily get to his cock and balls, edge him, and finally milk him. I directed my slave to work boy kyle’s cock while I controlled his breath. With that I covered boy kyle’s nose and mouth with my right hand, and held him in place with my left arm. If he struggled, I’d hold him still so that my hand could remain over his mouth and nose. And struggle he did. I had covered his mouth and nose, cutting off his breathing, for probably 30 seconds, when he tried to break free. I held him tight with my arm and kept him from breathing for about 15 more seconds. Then I uncovered his mouth and nose and he gasped for air. I looked down at his cock. It was rock hard. The boy enjoyed this too. So I repeated the process several times. The more he struggled and fought me, the more I liked it. To the extent that he could, my slave kept edging boy kyle. I was both amused and aroused at boy kyle’s protest. When he sensed that I was about to cover his mouth and nose again, he would say “No, no, no…” to which I responded “Yes,” and then do it again. This process went on for well over 30 minutes, with him protesting and fighting against me, and me controlling his breathing over and over. Finally, I told my slave to milk his cock. After all that edging and everything that we’d done to him, boy kyle was more than ready to blow. And blow he did–he shot far and wide, spraying all over himself and me and the wall behind us. It was a huge hot load and it went everywhere.

Me and my slave had a plane to catch in the morning. We’d played much later than we planned to play. It was going for 2:00 a.m. and our flight was at 8:00 a.m. We got boy kyle dressed and sent him on his way, and with that we crashed.

This entry was posted on Monday, February 4th, 2008 at 6:12 pm and is filed under Bondage, Leather, Smokeplay, Submission.