Leather Skin Biker

On Good Friday I had boy jay come down to Chicago to spend Easter weekend with me and my slave. I had plans for Holy Saturday and Easter Sunday with my former partner’s family about 65 miles southwest of Chicago (long story), and my slave and boy jay were going to go to boy mick’s place for Easter dinner on Sunday. boy jay took the bus down from Madison, then hopped on the blue line el, and came to my workplace. he was really early, arriving before lunchtime. After lunch I headed out with slave candidate number two in tow. I was anxious to get boy jay home so I could fuck his hot pink hairy hole. I hadn’t seen the bitch for a couple of months, and wanted inside both of his warm holes, and to breed him.

W/we were home in no time, and I put boy jay to work giving me head for as long as I wanted. he dutifully sucked and worshipped my pierced cock until I told him to stop. Then I took his ass into the bed and fucked his hole hard and real, and was very verbal with him, saying things like, “Take my cock you fucking cunt boy,” and “you’re nothing but a fucking faggot, nothing but two warm holes, that’s all you are to me, boy.” Meanwhile his face was smashed into the mattress and he would try to slip away, and then I’d pull him back and tell him to stop moving around, then pounded him harder, more sadistically. I wanted to make him bleed. One thing that is consistent about boy jay—he always manages to inspire my sadistic side. I grabbed him by his hair and released a string of verbal jabs to demean and humiliate him as I fucked into his boy cunt. I wanted to hurt him, make him cry. I also wanted to breed him. And then I wanted a fucking nap.

In terms of outcomes, I did hurt him, he didn’t cry, he did bleed, I did breed him, and then we took a nap. After that hard fuck and verbal humiliation, I held him like a baby and drifted off to sleep for a couple hours. If I didn’t work for a living, every day would be like that. I really like my weekday afternoon naps. That is the ultimate luxury, especially Monday afternoon naps. Breeding a boy and napping with him is the extra added bonus. So much for that digression. So we nap, we get up, and I put boy jay to work. he’s like a cute little workhorse faggot with two warm holes I like to use and abuse. I put him on laundry, some light cleaning, and told him that he would be helping my slave wih dinner prep. Of course, while boy jay is cleaning the bathroom I decided to hop online and check my e-mail, etc.

I ran into Master David on YIM. We got to chatting, and I told him I had bitch boy jay here cleaning, and that I had bred him earlier. Nice thing about Master David is he always listens more than he talks. He asked me how I felt about that. I elaborated, told him it was good to have those two warm holes, and that I like how all I have to do is point that bitch in a direction and he keeps at whatever I give him to do until he’s either done or told to stop. That pleases me. Master David agreed that it is pleasing when a boy is so focused. To put this into context, it is important to understand that I had seen Master David only one time since me and my slave had brunch with Master David and his slave four months prior. Me and my slave had attended a party hosted by Master David in early spring, but other than that, no time together corporeally. A lot had transpired virtually between us, and me being me, I frequently suggested we hang out.

When I first met Master David, we were as equals, master buddies. There was that undercurrent of electricity between us on first meeting, and there was his ass on my bed, and there was that pregnant moment on the balcony just before my slave got home the night of our first meeting. At brunch two months after first meet, the four of us were there, both slaves included, and there was a palpable sexual tension between me and Master David. I’m sure both slaves sensed it. Under the table at that brunch my leg was pressed against Master David’s and he didn’t even blink. It was stealthy and erotic and I’d been rock hard under the table. From time to time he’d look at me in a way that let me know that he wanted me too.

Of course, all winter our online conversations continued, and slowly, insidiously our equality eroded. What had begun as two master buddies had morphed, slowly, toward a headspace one might accurately describe as dominant leather boyfriend and submissive leather boyfriend. I’m not the only heady guy in the world, nor is Master David, but it is accurate to say that physicality, while highly important, was not essential in order for me to get to know and understand Master David, and vice versa.

With that backstory sketched out, I’ll come back to the chat with Master David on Good Friday evening, which took place while boy jay cleaned. I was chatting with Master David, boy jay cleaned, and I was getting hard, said something about how it would be hot to see him in his boots. Without warning and completely unexpectedly, Master David says, “So come over.” I had to ask him, “What?” He repeated, “Come over now.” My head started spinning, and I said, “Okay. I’m on my way.” I threw on a jockstrap, my jeans, a harness. and my Carolina combat boots. I’d waited, what, six months for this? I’d waited patiently, and finally the planets had aligned.

Once dressed, I grabbed my leather biker jacket and headed out. I told boy jay I was going out and that I’d be back in time for dinner. And with that I was off. I felt elated and aroused as I drove to Master David’s place. On some level, it didn’t seem real, because schedules, circumstances had not been right for so many months. But it was real. Very real.
To be continued.

This entry was posted on Saturday, June 14th, 2008 at 9:35 am and is filed under Bloody, Breeding, Cum, Dominance, Fucking, Power Imbalance, Submission, Sucking, Unwrapped.