The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental. If male-to-male sexual scenes offend you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years old, the laws in most areas state that you're just too young to read filth like this.
Robert 'StrayF' Hanlen strayf.hanlen@gmail.com
In To Leather
Matt was waiting outside the drycleaners where he worked right on time. I was a little tired after screwing around with his hot little arse all of last night and then putting in a full day's work but his offer to meet his friend in Milton Heights sounded too good to miss.
This friend, according to Matt, was 'In To Leather' and had his own playspace in his house. While I was fairly well experienced on most sexual fronts, I'd never really explored much of the leather scene - such as it was. Most of the so-called leather-men I'd played with turned out to be accountants or bank-clerks who donned leather as a sort of costume, a butch form of drag, but the sex was fairly standard ... I'd assumed that the glory days of leather were over and never bothered to pursue the issue.
From Matt's description of his friend - Nick - I assumed that this guy was from a somewhat different mould. I was intrigued ...
When the taxi pulled up at the Cook Heights address, I was, I hate to admit it, a little disappointed. A modest, single level house on the back of a tidy sub-divided property. So much for my visions of a gothic mansion with Tom-of-Finland gargoyles ...
Matt and I made our way up the driveway, armed with pizza and beer, and rang the front door-bell, that responded with a depressingly suburban 'Ding-dong'.
The man-creature who opened the door, however, put me in a somewhat better frame of mind. Although his loose varsity sweat shirt and faded, worn jeans didn't quite match the image I'd been concocting for myself, his broad-shouldered, slender-waisted, loose-limbed 6'2" frame certainly helped things along. His black hair was cut close to his scalp in a military style and his strong-jawed, chiseled features certainly pushed the image.
He grinned broadly as we shook hands at the door and exchanged platitudes before leading the way into the kitchen. We sat at the kitchen table and talked about nothing-in-particular until we'd plowed through the pizza and about three beers each. Eventually Nick put his hands behind his head, pushed back his chair with casual ease and regarded me with a smile playing on his lips.
"Matt tells me you two had fun together last night," he said.
"Yes, Sir," said Matt before I could respond, "we sure did."
'Sir?' I thought to myself. Matt had seemed remarkably quiet during the meal - that and the 'Sir' response made me wonder just how serious this was ...
"He also told me that you're pretty well equipped and that you know how to use what you've got," he continued, his eyes never leaving mine. "Whaddya say we go check out my playroom ..."
"Sound's great," I said, now eager to get this party started.
"Good," said Nick, breaking into another sexy grin. He then turned his focus to Matt and I noticed the grin disappeared quickly. "Have you cleaned out your arse, boy?" he asked.
"No, Sir," replied Matt, somewhat sheepishly.
"Well get on with it then - hurry up!" sighed Nick.
Matt hurried out of the kitchen and down the hallway.
"Would you mind going with him," he asked me, "to make sure he does it properly?"
"Okay," I said, not quite sure what I was meant to be doing.
As I entered the hallway I heard a shower running and followed it to its source. The bathroom certainly showed a lot more promise that what I'd seen of the rest of the house. The lower half of the walls were lined with corrugated zinc sheeting and the floor was tiled with what looked like rusty metal scaf plates but was actually vinyl. Matt was stipping off while the water heated up in the large shower space.
"Nick's not in to scat, thank God," said Matt, by way of explanation. "He likes his boy's arse to be real clean ... Come, on. Give me a hand."
He stepped into the shower and I quickly stripped and followed him. I noticed that there were two shower heads, both on flexible metal hoses. One ended with a standard shower rose, while the other had an enema nozzle. We soaped each other up and I joyfully explored Matt's slender, lightly muscled body all over again. He then handed me the enema nozzle and told me to clean him out.
I hadn't had a lot of experience with enemas so I ran the tube up and down his crack and toyed with the sweet little rosebud that I'd sent into full bloom the previous night. After a minute or so Matt grabbed my hand and guided the tube inside his arse a full five or six inches.
"Aaw, fuck yeah ..." he groaned. "I love this ... filling me up ... stretching me ..."
After a while he withdrew the tube and turned to face me.
"Wanna try?" he asked.
The water was warm, just above blood temperature I guess so it didn't feel invasive or foreign as it flowed into me - but I understood what Matt was groaning about as I felt the water stretching my guts. I didn't take nearly as much as him but I certainly enjoyed the experience.
"Now we get rid of it," said Matt with an impish grin.
He'd been holding the water inside of him all the time that he'd been filling me and now he squatted down and released the lot. I followed his example and experienced a wonderful release as a load of - frankly - shitty water gushed out of me. I never even taken a shit in front of someone else but Matt's obvious enjoyment of the whole process put me at ease and I let the water gush out of me. Matt then stood and handed me the nozzle.
"Again," he said simply.
We repeated this about four more times, both of us taking more and more water each time. On the final session, Matt lay down in the shower and got me to expel the - by now - clean water from my rectum all over him.
"Come on," said Matt after we'd toweled off. "Nick'll be waiting for us."
Both of us completely naked, I followed Matt back to the kitchen and through another door.
The room we entered had obviously once been a double garage but was now a somewhat more exciting space. The concrete floor had been polished glass smooth, punctuated with a few drainage holes, and the same corrugated zinc I'd seen in the bathroom lined three of the walls. The fourth wall was covered with large mirror-fronted cupboards.
A leather sling hung from chains attached to the exposed rafters along with a few other short lengths of chain. There was also a padded leather platform, about the size of a double bed, a curious leather-covered barrel on its side, a St Andrews cross, a fuck bench and an old-fashioned claw-footed bathtub ...
The whole area was bathed in soft blue light that suggested coolness but the temperature was warm without being uncomfortably so.
Nick was sitting on the deep-buttoned black leather couch watching some highly energetic porn on a large plasma screen. He was dressed in a black leather harness, chaps, boots and gloves, and was toying with his semi-hard dick while toking on a fat joint. The muscular body that I'd suspected lurked beneath the sweatshirt was now obvious. This was a man who knew his way 'round a gym.
As soon as we entered the room Matt dropped to his knees, hands clasped behind his back, his eyes lowered. I had no idea what to do so just stood there, somewhat awkwardly.
"Ah," said Nick as he strode towards us with an easy, fluid, athletic gait. "About time you two finished ... Now let me see ...."
He slid open one of the mirrored cupboards, fished out a leather hood and slipped it over Matt's head, lacing it tightly at the back. There were snaps around the eyes for an optional mask, and his nose and mouth were exposed. He then buckled a thick studded leather collar around the neck of the kneeling Matt, pulling him to his feet as he finished. He finished with some serious padded leather cuffs that he buckled around Matt's wrists and clipped them together behind Matt's back.
Nick then turned to me. I was trying to act as nonchalant and casual as possible but my dick betrayed me.
"Well," said Nick. " That'll do for Matt - but what about you ...?"
He delved back into the cupboard and handed me a pair of leather chaps and a bar vest.
"Foot size?" he asked, as casually as if this was Hannah's shoe store.
"Eer - eleven," I said, savouring the feel of the leather chaps as I slid them up my legs.
"Fucking brilliant," he chuckled.
He slid open another cupboard revealing row upon row of boots, grabbed hold of a pair of ox-blood red Doc Martins and handed them to me.
"These should fit," he said. "Belonged to an ex of mine. Nice spit polish with a veneer of cum ... Oh, and try this," he added, throwing me a leather cock-strap and ball divider.
As I hurried to don the gear, Nick hooked a finger into Matt's collar and guided him, crawling on hands and knees, over to the couch wherein he continued to watch the porn flick on screen, smoked his joint, while Matt worshipped his cock.
I finished dressing and Nick eyed me greedily.
"Fucking hot," he drawled. "Take a look at yourself."
He nodded towards the mirrors and I turned to look at my reflection. He was right; I did look hot ... I looked good in leather!
"Boy," said Nick, referring to Matt, who was still kneeling between his legs working on his dick, "go look after our guest."
Matt scampered over to kneel in front of me and, after a mischievous wink, proceeded to chow down on my dick. I groaned with pleasure.
Nick, with a nasty smirk on his face, launched himself up from the couch and came and stood behind me. He pressed his broad muscular chest against my back and I could feel his iron-rod dick slide up the crack between my buns as his muscular arms reached around me, his fingers toying with my nipples. He started grinding his dick against my hole and I groaned in pleasure and frustration. If his fingers weren't clamped onto my tits so firmly I would have leaned forward, spread my cheeks and demanded that he fuck me.
As it was, he chuckled in my ear, swatted my butt playfully and walked around me, pulling Matt upright. He used clips to attach Matt's cuffs to a couple of overhead chains, about three feet apart. Matt had a huge smile on his face - obviously enjoying the experience.
Nick then produced a bottle of olive oil and poured some into a small metal bowl.
"Extra virgin - if you can believe that," he said in response to my puzzled look. "Good for the skin, it tastes good, an excellent lubricant, and totally natural. Go on - try it out."
He dipped his own fingers in the oil and started to play with Matt's cock and balls - massaging, squeezing, pulling ... Matt groaned in contentment and writhed in his shackles. I oiled my own hand and started toying with Matt's luscious arse, easily slipping in two fingers, then adding a third and fourth.
I looked over at the mirrors, eating up the erotic tableau we were creating.
"Aaaw, fuck ..." groaned Matt as I wormed my fingers around in his hole and Nick continued to torture his cock and balls. "Aaaah - please! Fuck! Yeah!"
"Stop babbling, fag boy," said Nick quietly. "If you want something, you gotta tell us. You know that ..."
"Please, Sir," he groaned, "please .... Nnngng! Please fuck me, Sir! Please! I need it, Sir! I need cock up my slut hole! Please, Sir! Please fuck me!"
"Well," chuckled Nick, "since you asked so nicely ..."
He stopped his torture of Matt's balls and opened another of the mirrored sliding doors, this one revealing a set of drawers with a pegboard above it. The pegboard had hooks in it with coils of rope, paddles, whips and sundry other implements. A hefty jar on top of the drawers contained several canes. Nick opened one of the shallow drawers and displayed an impressive collection of dildoes. He looked across at me with a mock-serious expression.
"You've been up his arse," he said. "What do you recommend we start with?"
I walked across and gazed in awe at his collection. They were all realistic, some with balls, some with suction cup bases, in a huge variety of sizes from the moderately reasonable to the Oh-My-Fucking-God-There-Is-No-Way-THAT-Is-Going-Inside-Me.
"Of course," said Nick, "if none of those are suitable, you could try these ..."
He opened the next drawer down and revealed an equally impressive collection of somewhat more fantastical creations ... visions of dogs, horses and weird aliens came to mind ... I went back to the first drawer and selected a fat black dildo that looked like it had been moulded from some porn star ... and then had an extra inch added to its girth.
"How about this?" I said, handing my selection to Nick.
"A very good place to start," replied Nick, oiling up the huge dildo. "This boy does have a hungry hole, but he needs to work up to things ..."
With no more pissing around, he came up behind Matt, pressed the monster against his whore hole and eased it home. Matt groaned as the entire thing disappeared up his hole and, hanging loosely from the cuffs on his wrists, immediately started to move his hips back and forth on the dildo, fucking himself into the orgasmic heights of pain and pleasure. His cock was rock-hard and started to gush with pre-cum.
"Yeah! Fuck!" he babbled. "Thank you Sir! Thank you for filling my fuck hole! Thank you, Sir! Aaawww, fuck, shit! Please, Sir! Please! I'm gonna cum! Shit! I need to cum!"
Nick ripped the dildo from Matt's arse and three it in the sink.
"Not yet, boy," he said. "You don't cum until I tell you, remember?"
"Yes, Sir," murmured Matt, hanging loosely from the chains. "Sorry, Sir."
Nick reached up and released both clips at once. Matt fell to the ground in a puffing, sweaty heap.
"Fuck bench," said Nick, simply.
"Yes, Sir!" replied Matt as he got unsteadily to his feet, crossed to the fuck bench and got into position on his stomach, his knees bent, and his arse beautifully presented..
Nick strapped the boy in, restraining his wrists, ankles, thighs and back with leather straps.
"This boy needs to cum," said Nick. "Best way is to fuck it out of him I guess but ... dammit ... I just can't remember how to fuck a boy up the arse. Could you remind me?" he asked, winking at me and gesturing to Matt's luscious hole.
"Sure," I said, coming up behind Matt and aligning my dick. "I think it goes something like this..." With that I plunged my dick fully up his hole and started fucking him like there was no tomorrow. His hole was open and ready but he clamped down me as if determined to never let me leave.
"Oh, yeah," said Nick, stepping up behind me, "now I remember ..."
He kicked my feet apart and rammed his well-oiled dick all the way up my hole. I howled in pain at the sudden unprepared intrusion then started purring as I relaxed and welcomed his thick fucker. We soon got into a sweet rhythm with Nick driving the action; as he slammed into me, my own dick was forced deep into Matt's guts. He'd then withdraw from me completely, forcing me to pull out from Matt before slamming back home again. We changed the pattern with Nick keeping perfectly still while I pummeled Matt's hole, simultaneously impaling my own arse on Nick's cock over and over again.
The double pleasure of fucking-and-being-fucked soon took it's toll on me and I felt my orgasm build to an uncontrollable level. I screamed in sheer animal pleasure as my balls tightened and my sphincter clamped tight around Nick's rampaging cock. I blasted load after load of scalding-hot cum deep into Matt's gut and was rewarded with the feeling of Matt clamping his hole onto my own dick and Nick's cock expanding deep inside me as they both came together. They both roared their pleasure as the cum blasted out them, Matt's all over the bench and Nick's deep inside of me.
We lay in a sweaty, panting heap until Nick withdrew from me, released Matt from his bonds and the three of us lay on the bed, licking sweat, oil and cum from each other other.
"Y'know," I said, casually playing with the fur in Nick's armpit. "I never have been fucked with a dog-dildo before ..."
"Matt," said Nick, "pour out some more oil ... and hook up the sling."
Copyright 2009 - Robert 'StrayF' Hanlen Strayf.hanlen@gmail.com All rights reserved Permission is NOT granted to publish this story in any medium without the author's prior consent.