Leather Skin Biker

The day after the group fucked my slave, me and my slave worked at IML. We had volunteered that year, so had a full day between our volunteer work and other activities at the hotel. The assignment we had that day was in the day pass area, where visitors who want to shop at the Leather Mart make a donation to get in. It was actually fun to process all of those leather men and boys. I had made arrangements for boy mick to meet us in the late afternoon for dinner and to stay overnight with us. You may recall that I wrote a post about boy mick months ago.

boy mick is a hot boy, and at that time I did consider the idea of integrating him into my relationship with my slave, so that we might have a small leather family. he’s a very good boy, and quite attractive. On that afternoon, he rode the train from his neighborhood into the Loop. One of the fun things about his outfit that day was that he was wearing jeans with the pocket ripped open, exposing his bare hairy ass. All he had on underneath was a jock, so his ass cheek was pretty much completely bare. Assless chaps or any exposed male ass is an issue in Chicago. One of the volunteer assignments that I declined courteously was to hand out IML kerchiefs to guys leaving the hotel to cover their asses in the event they were wearing assless chaps. I could not accept that assignment on the basis of principle. I want to see bare male ass on Chicago streets, not cover it up. I could not be complicit in covering male ass in public.

That evening I took boy mick and my slave to dinner near the hotel. We made quite the impression on the uninitiated at the nearby restaurant. I was proud to have my beautiful slave and handsome boy mick in tow in public. At my height, with shaved head, all the ink, the piercings, and the leather, I usually get noticed as it is. But to show up places with two boys trailing behind me only adds to the headturning factor. We had a nice dinner, and I looked forward to doing much more public display of my property and my “guest” for the weekend.

After dinner we walked back to the hotel, and then we changed for some time in the main hotel lobby area, where the crowd would congregate, see and be seen, and drink. At the time it was still possible to smoke in one of the bars on the same floor with the lobby, and was that ever smoky. Lots of cigar and cigarette smoke in there, much of it wafting out into the main lobby. I directed slave to wear his leather jock. My plan was to hood him and lead him on a leash on public display downstairs. boy mick had brought his leather chaps to wear over his ass-ripped jeans. I planned to put a collar and leash on him as well. That meant that I would have two hot boys on leashes downstairs in that massive crowd, one of whom would be hooded the entire time. My slave was looking forward to it, as this was his first IML, and the whole public display part really resonated with him. And of course, boy mick was like cream—an extra added bonus.

I would have hooded boy mick as well, but I honestly thought it might make it almost impossible for me to navigate through the crowd if I hooded them both. So it was just the slave in hood, and with boy mick able to see, he could help me navigate. For this evening I would wear my leather pants, harness, and my Carolina engineer boots. As mentioned, my slave would wear a leather jock, collar, hood, and boots. I planned to leave him barechested, which I expected would lead to a great deal of nipple play downstairs.

Once both boys were dressed and ready, I put their leashes on, and off we went. I got a feel for how it would be to navigate with two leashed boys. It was easy navigating from the room to the elevator. Downstairs would be a bit more challenging, but I was up for it. We arrived at the lobby level and I led the boys out of the elevator, and started to make my way to the lobby. It was very crowded and noisy. Everywhere I looked I could see leather and rubber clad boys, men. The smell of it is always heady. I can honestly say that I was the only master leading two boys around the place on leashes that evening. As we moved through the crowd, we got a lot of attention, and many comments. I received multiple requests to touch my slave, play with his nipples, put a hand on his ass. It pleases me greatly to be respected by strangers in this way. There is a protocol for such things, and no one touched my property without asking my permission first.

Many of the guys who wanted to touch my slave were doms. I was told many times how lucky I am to have such a hot slave. Other doms understand how rare it can be to find a true slave who gets it, who is not just a poser or a wannabe. My slave is 15 years my junior, which is also a turn on for many guys. The age difference between me and my slave sets up the potential for not only Master/slave, but a Daddy/boy, Daddy/son dynamic as well. In comparison to the handful of men who stepped up, introduced themselves, and got their hands on my boy, there were so many more men who looked with envy at the plenty I held in my hands that night. Not just one hot boy, but two. While boy mick was there with us, I did not keep him as close to me, and I let him off his leash for a while, so he could visit with his friends and such. I knew he would return and that he would be tethered to me once again.

From time to time I would move with my slave to a different part of the lobby, get another drink, and enjoy watching others and being watched. That night I had to choose between attending the puppy contest and spending this time in the lobby area with two boys on leashes, and I chose the two boys on leashes time instead. Once the puppy contest was over, there was an influx of pup boys in the crowd. I decided then and there that I would have to buy a puppy hood for my slave at the Leather Mart that weekend. I’ve always had a thing for dehumanization, and love pup play. My slave is a good pup, and I wanted to acquire the pup accountrements he lacked. I already had a kennel for him, which I had purchased before I claimed him. I had leashes and collars, and a “down boy” as well. The “down boy” is a set of chains that can be attached to a boy’s balls, both wrists, and both ankles. The idea is that a boy can never stand upright while in the “down boy” because if he does, the chains will yank on his balls, thereby forcing him back down. I also had the dog biscuit canister/cookie jar, the large stainless steel water bowl, a coordinated puppy chow bowl, and even a puppy placemat for the floor. I had yet to buy my slave a tail plug or a puppy hood, so I had to work on those acquisitions.

After some time had passed I decided that I had had enough and my slave was growing a bit weary. We had a long day that day, and I was coping with a sprained ankle. I had sprained my ankle in a minor motorcycle incident. While I was enjoying the evening, my ankle was swelling and throbbing, so I wanted to go back to the room to get off my feet for a few minutes. I had had my fun leading two boys around the hotel, getting all the compliments, and seeing the envy of the many other men who had no leashed boy under their control, let alone two of them. It doesn’t get much better than that—two boys serving me, being led by me, in public, mingling amongst hundreds of others boys and men in leather. Ahh, life is good.

To be continued.

This entry was posted on Sunday, May 4th, 2008 at 9:04 am and is filed under Dehumanization, Dominance, Leather, Master/slave, Power Imbalance, Pup play, Submission.