Leather Skin Biker

There is a boy in Madison who I call boy jay. This boy stands about 6 feet tall, is very trim, moderately hairy, with large, bright, blue eyes and brown hair. he is in his mid-20s, obedient, and extremely well hung, with an uncut cock. When I met him he had little experience, but he had the right attitude and was eager to learn. At the time when boy jay first contacted me, I was contemplating owning a second slave, building a leather family, so the timing was ideal in a sense. he spoke of his naturally submissive nature, his desire to serve and please. I was struck by those blue eyes of his—they reminded me of Jake Gyllenhaal’s eyes. Lest I leave any room for doubt, that was and is a definite plus. In my wildest fantasy, I own Jake. Won’t ever happen, but that’s why they call it a fantasy. As part of the introductory package boy jay sent me pics of himself in a puppy collar and leash, which proved to be a sign of things to come.

One of the first orders of business for me was to work up a list of questions for boy jay. I don’t have a formal application, but I do have what amounts to a screening questionnaire. boy jay answered the questions within the time that I stipulated, and his answers blew me away. he wrote some of the most cogent, articulate responses I had ever read. I could not find a flaw in anything that this boy wrote. I was duly impressed, and almost stunned by how bright he was, and how much he understood about serving a superior man. It took nearly no time at all to decide to invite him down for an inspection. In the intervening weeks between first contact and his first visit for inspection, I was in daily communication with him, and continued to get to know him intellectually. With anyone, whether dom or sub, master, boy, slave, sir, what have you, it’s very much about the head for me. That’s where I live, and that’s what really makes BDSM interesting. I appreciate that a guy may know how to tie fancy knots , or that a boy is handsome, but without the head it just kind of leaves me cold. That is why I was so pleased to find a boy who was both smart and handsome. I should say, pleased to find “another” boy who is both smart and handsome, because I already owned one boy like that at the time.

boy jay’s first visit rolled around quickly. I was excited to meet this little boy and check him out. My slave was also looking forward to meeting boy jay, and it would turn out that they make fast friends. But more on that later. On the day of boy jay’s first visit, I took off work early, so I could meet him at my home. he drove down to Chicago from Madison. he left early on a Friday morning, and arrived earlier than expected. I was still at work when he called and let me know he was in town. Within minutes he was parked on my street. At that point he called me, and I told him to go to the Starbucks up the street for a while, and that I would be home in a few minutes. When I arrived home I called him, and he walked back toward my building. Next thing I knew, I heard the phone ring, and I buzzed boy jay into the building.

boy jay knocked on my door, and I welcomed him into my place. I told him to put down his things and immediately strip. I have a standard protocol that I use for boys upon entering the house, whereby they strip and fold their clothes neatly, and place them in the corner near the door. boy jay had a nice little body. his body is very boyish, the hairy chest and the big penis notwithstanding. It was time for the inspection to begin. If you were to buy a car, you take it for a test drive, open all the doors, open the trunk, look at the spare tire. If you are considering taking possession of a slave, you check out its body, its mind, and if you can, its soul. You watch it to see how it behaves, how it moves, how it serves. You assess whether it will serve well, whether it is worthy of your ownership. Me being me, I started where I always begin when I first meet a boy—I had boy jay give me head. I told him to suck my cock until I tell him to stop. he sucked with enthusiasm and skill, and I was well pleased. I knew immediately that he would be doing a lot more of this during his visit.

The second test I always perform is an examination of a boy’s other hole. While boy jay sucked me, I put a finger up inside his hole. What I found was that it was warm and smooth, and reasonably tight. The next thing I found was that boy jay was leaking. I was not surprised. As soon as he had stripped he had wood, and I he was nearly trembling with excitement. And now the precumming. What a very excitable boy he was. I don’t mind seeing a boy’s hard cock dripping with the evidence of his excitement while he serves me. Generally, a boy’s cock means nothing to me aside from something to torture. But that’s another story. After feeling satisfied that the boy was a good cocksucker, and after inspecting his boy cunt, I let him take a break. the boy had traveled several hours to get to my place, had been walking, just arrived, and hadn’t even caught his breath when I started the inspection. So I gave him some time to collect himself.

I was amused that the boy’s hardon wouldn’t go down. He just stayed hard and kept dripping. I had him bring me something to drink, and I settled on the sofa, where I am wont to relax. I am very content to have a boy service my cock with his mouth while I sit and relax on the sofa, or sometimes browse the Internet, read e-mail, or chat with friends, while he continues to service my cock. I’m a fan of good head, and can’t seem to get enough of it. boy jay was quite the cocksucker, so after I slipped a collar on his neck, and attached the leash, I put him back to work on my cock. boy jay produces a lot of saliva, so I had to keep a box of tissues nearby so that he could blow his nose and wipe his chin occasionally. I have to admit, boy jay provided some of the best head ever, and his enthusiasm was commendable. The other commendable thing was that he just kept going until I’d pull him off. That told me a lot about this boy. It told me that I could put him on a task, and that he would stay on it until I told him to stop or he finished the task. This is very important in a slave. I very much enjoyed holding the leash while this boy serviced me. I let him work for quite some time, probably a good 45 minutes. Not once did he complain or hesitate to keep working on my cock. It felt great. But I had no intention of unloading in his mouth. I was saving that big load for his other warm hole. I’d work on that next.

To be continued.

This entry was posted on Saturday, May 10th, 2008 at 6:56 am and is filed under Bondage, Cum, Dominance, Leather, Master/slave, Power Imbalance, Submission.