Leather Skin Biker

boy jay became a regular visitor in the months leading up to International Mister Leather (IML), and I agreed to take boy jay to his first IML ever. I didn’t think it was a good idea to let this newbie, who was in candidacy for enslavement to me, roam around IML for the first time by himself, so I took responsibility for him. I wanted to keep him safe, but let him see what IML is all about. boy jay was very excited for the opportunity. Me and my slave were not staying at the host hotel that particular year, so we traveled back and forth to the hotel from my home, which is not far away.

Of course, no IML would be complete without making the rounds of the leather bars. I had not purchased the full weekend pass, so we drove to the Eagle to check things out on Saturday night of IML weekend. Since it was IML weekend, they had the upstairs open, which gave me an opportunity to see part of the adjoining establishment, Man’s Country. I had never been to Man’s Country, but had heard plenty of things about it. Most people perceive Man’s Country to be a bathhouse that caters to the larger, less attractive, older crowd, as compared to the men who patronize Steamworks. That means more bears, more older men, and yes, more men who are not so fair of face. Hey, they need a place to pig out too, right?

The bar was busy, although not unduly busy for the Saturday night of IML weekend. But it was kind of early yet, being only 11:30. After grabbing a Heineken and chatting the manager of the Eagle for a couple minutes, we took the tour upstairs, spent a few minutes in the dance floor/stage area up there, and then returned to the main floor. I decided I wanted to check out the back bar, so led the boys with me to check it out. It was pretty smoky and busy back there. On the back wall there were quite a few men lined up. One or two were being serviced by sub boys, which is always nice to see. I took a position alongside a cigar smoking dom I recognized from his profile. Things were pretty tight, so he and I were rubbing shoulders. He was getting sucked by some boy who didn’t look like his own. I had seen pics of his boy before, and the one kneeling before him was not that boy.

Of course, seeing that made me want some public head, so I put my slave on it. It felt good to have my slave’s warm mouth on my cock. From time to time, the gar smoking dom rubbing shoulders with me would glance down at my boy at work. Then I noticed he had a second bitch boy waiting to suck him. Lucky for me, so did I. In the meantime, this tall Brit guy was pushing closer to me. I wasn’t sure what he was all about, but we exchanged pleasantries. I sensed that he was another dom, and he seemed interested in my slave. So I told my slave to suck his cock. Brit guy pulls out his cock and my boy goes down on it. That’s when I put boy jay to work sucking my cock. While all of this was going on, I noticed a little bear cub who was nearby.

The Brit guy kept looking at me while my slave was sucking him. He had this weird longing look in his eyes, and I was not sure what to make of him. Brit guy was tall and beefy, kind of nice looking, if possessed of this odd vibe. It was just one of those moments, he leaned in to kiss me, and I kissed him back. While he explored my mouth with his tongue, I had my eye on the little bear cub. I looked directly into the bear cub’s eyes. It was clear that he was waiting patiently for my attention. And it seemed he’d caught it. The whole kiss Brit guy thing didn’t go on for very long. All of a sudden my slave gets back up on his feet, then steps in toward me and whispers in my ear that Brit guy wasn’t able to stay hard. That’s a buzz kill for sure. I just kind of rolled my eyes and thought, “eh, whatever.”

With that humiliation apparently weighing on Brit guy, he was gone from our midst. I was actually happier with him out of my sight. He was just odd. Updating what is going on around me, the cigar smoking dom next to me was still rubbing shoulders with me, and boy jay kept stopping sucking. Not just stopping, but standing up. It was beginning to piss me off. I kept putting my hand on top of his head and pushing him back down to his fucking knees. I said to boy jay “I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep sucking.” I am not sure what his problem was, and quite frankly I didn’t care. The little bitch was just gonna keep sucking. boy jay went back to work on my cock, my slave was just looking around, and all the while my little bear cub in the wings looked on at what was going on. I was giving him confirmation that I wanted him to service me. But I kept getting distracted by boy jay’s stopping sucking. So I took my hands and pushed his head down on my cock, then pulled it back, then pushed it back down. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into that bitch, but I thought I’d just fucking show him what he is supposed to do.

I made boy jay suck me for at least another 10 minutes. Then I pulled him off my cock and told him to stand up. I gave him a dismissive glance and got little bear cub over there. Now I would fuck with boy jay’s head for sure. The little bear cub, who told me that he hailed from Kansas City, serviced my cock enthusiastically. He was a good cocksucker, and it was good fun to get head from him while boy jay looked on. I wanted boy jay to watch the Kansas City bear cub get the load that he had worked up in my balls. boy jay was most entitled to receive my hot load, but he would not be getting that one. As I’ve mentioned, something about boy jay always brings out the sadist in me. I wanted to fuck with his head. After giving me some great head, I was finally ready to shoot my load.

I was gonna put my hot spooge right in little bear cub’s hungry pig mouth. I glanced down at my fellow dom who puffed on his gar, and still had the two cocksuckers kneeling before him, both of whom were taking turns sucking him. Then the moment came and I shot gobs of hot sticky cum into Kansas City’s hot hungry mouth. I looked at boy jay’s face. Something was up with him, and this little display would definitely stoke the fire, I was sure. boy jay definitely looked as though someone had just stolen his supper, which in truth, they had. After all that time spent servicing my cock, boy jay didn’t get a drop of my load. It all went into the belly of the little bear cub from Kansas City. Yeah, good times for me.

I was done with the back bar for a few. It had become way too crowded and too warm in there. I gathered the boys and went out to the front bar, where there was more air and more space. I ordered another Heineken and relaxed for a few. I studied the bar manager’s ass, noticed how good it looked in the leather trimed jeans he was wearing, then looked at his eyes, his hairy chest, and then back to his ass. I thought about what it would be like to fuck him. But the more pressing thought was that I’d had enough Eagle for that night. I finished my beer and headed out with the boys. The fresh air outside felt good on my skin.

This entry was posted on Saturday, May 17th, 2008 at 9:23 am and is filed under Cum, Dominance, Leather, Master/slave, Objectification, Power Imbalance, Submission, Swallowing, Watersports.