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Work It Out Some More
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Pete and Steve had become regular fuck-buddies. Pete's introduction to the delights of leather sex with Steve's help had opened a whole new world to him, and he had happily procured his own gear, tailored and fitted to his body so that it looked great and felt fantastic. His curiosity had been aroused by seeing his friend Mike leathered and hot, building a relationship with Neale, and had been stimulated when he had opened up to Steve only to find Steve too enjoyed the masculine fascination of leatherwear. After their initial coupling, Pete and Steve had fallen into a happy routine. Two or three times a week they would meet up at the gym to work out together, pumping muscles and stretching limits, sweating and straining as they pushed each other, and at the same time turned each other on. A quick shower and then back to either Steve's or Pete's place where they eagerly donned their favourite leather clothing for a long hot session of raw male sex.
The two men made the most of their shared love of leather and their lusty masculine fucking. Garbed in shining black hide, the straps of their leather harnesses binding their torsos and skin tight leather chaps gripping their strong muscled legs, Pete and Steve revelled in the sensational power of pumped up muscled bods, strained and hard after a workout, encased in black leather. Pete's favourite addition to his wardrobe was a leather pouch which snuggled over his nuts, enveloping them and cushioning his jewels, while his rampant cock stood free from restraint. He would wear a solid black cockring around the base of his meat, feeling the restriction causing his tool to harden and throb. Steve preferred a leather posing thong which encased his cock and balls. Pete agreed with his buddy's choice, because the thong Steve wore gripped at his thick pole and large balls, so that instead of hiding them, Steve's equipment was accentuated in gleaming black leather. Pete found himself really horny just looking at his friend in harness, chaps and that thong. The two had matching square toed boots with high sides and shining metal chains that adorned the ankles, and when they screwed the rubbing squeak of leather against leather and the gasping moans of masculine passion filled the room with lusty sound.
Steve loved making love with Pete, thrilled to the touch and feel, the sight and smell of his leathered body against his mate's. He delighted in the erotic sensations as his thick throbbing cock buried itself in the welcoming wetness of Pete's body, and gasped with pleasure as Pete would grip at his rod while Pete's own prick spurted load after load of cum onto the chiselled abs bound up in gleaming leather straps. But what really got Steve's juices flowing was when Pete lay him back on the leather covered workout bench at Steve's home and fucked him hard and fast. The experience of having his leather Viking make love to him was one Steve would never tire of. When Pete leaned over him, blond hair and tanned skin encased in gleaming black hide, sculpted chest and pumped body trembling with unleashed sexuality, Steve was in paradise. And when Pete's long powerful dagger, sheathed in black latex, impaled Steve, spearing into his willing arse, Steve ached to have their fucking last for hours. He tingled with pleasure as Pete humped at him, gripped his friend's steel hard pole and milked it with true unbridled passion.
Pete had occasionally taken the `bottom' role in their loving, had accepted Steve's thick rock hard prick as it sank into his trembling hole, and shuddered to blinding climax as his cock exploded with the joy of being fucked by the log of manflesh Steve wielded between his legs. Yet he lived for the chance to thrust into Steve's body. Pete could not imagine any greater pleasure than having his fuckbuddy lie before him, harness wrapping his defined chest, black chaps encasing his powerful legs in skintight gleaming leather. It was then that Pete shivered with delight, and struggled to delay his urgency as he attacked Steve's incredible body, filling it with his long hard weapon and thrusting harder and deeper into his friend, until the tide of pure lustful bliss was too much to resist, and he pumped his very essence into that taut firm bod, and collapsed into Steve's welcoming arms.
Both of the men were immensely happy with each other, and neither had fucked with anyone else since they had met, yet they had not pledged their love or their fidelity. It simply hadn't occurred to them. Pete had been `single' all his life, had never had a full-time, live-in lover, and being able to fuck with Steve regularly, in the new world of glorious leather that was opening to him, kept him delighted and satisfied. Steve was still settling into the new neighbourhood, and although he wouldn't admit it, even to himself, had been badly burned by his last lover, and wasn't ready to commit to another permanent relationship.
Still, as time went by, they grew closer together, and yet there was something missing in each of them. Something they couldn't identify, something deep down that they didn't mention to each other or think about too much themselves.
Four months had passed, and Steve and Pete were still enjoying their leather and each other. They had developed a set schedule which suited them both, so that Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays they met up at the gym for a shared workout, then continued their session in private and in leather. Friday nights were the best because with the coming weekend they spent the night together and usually most of the next two days as well. The other nights they usually split after a hot session of sex to retire to their own homes.
This week however, Pete had run into an unexpected problem at work that needed urgent attention, and promised to keep him there well into the evening. He rang his friend reluctantly, irritated at the forced intrusion into his personal time, and the loss of a chance to be with Steve again. "Hey, Steve, I'm going to be stuck here for hours. I'm really sorry, man, but I'm going to have to skip the gym tonight."
"Oh," said his mate down the line. "Well if you can't make it, you can't make it." Pete could hear the disappointment in Steve's voice. "How about we get together tomorrow night instead, same time at the gym?"
Pete brightened at that. "Okay, you're on! And I'll be extra anxious to finish our workout properly afterwards," he said, emphasising the final word.
"Even better, stud!" Steve hissed into the phone, the grin in his voice unmistakable.
The following night, Tuesday, Pete got to the gym earlier than usual. Since it wasn't their regular night he wanted to make sure they could get access to the equipment they liked to use without any hassles. As he stepped out of the locker-room, a familiar voice called his name. Looking around, he spotted his old friend Mike on one of the exercise bikes. Strolling over to him, Pete returned his greeting.
"Hi, mate, how's it goin'?"
"Good, you?"
"Excellent" Pete answered with feeling.
"Haven't seen you around for a while." Mike continued. "And this isn't your usual night in here either is it?"
"Nah," said Pete casually. "We normally come in Monday or Wednesday, but I got caught up at work yesterday, so swapped to tonight. Got to keep up the routine," he smiled at his friend.
Mike picked up on his statement. "We ... ?" he asked, a grin on his face.
Just at that moment, Steve appeared, looking around for Pete. "Uh, yeah," Pete said in reply to Mike's question, waving at Steve who came up to them smiling. "Mike, this is Steve, Steve -- Mike."
The two shook hands warmly. Steve hesitated a second and then asked slowly "Mike ... ? Not the Mike who ...?" His unfinished question was directed at Pete, who grinned and started to redden, nodding confirmation.
Mike looked between the two friends. "So what does that mean? Have you been telling stories out of school?" he asked Pete, in mock accusation.
Pete bit his lip, then dived in. Now was not the time to be secretive, and he and Mike had been friends a long while. "Mike, you remember the night I saw you and Neale at Caesars', all fitted out in leather, and I told you I thought it looked hot?"
"Sure do," replied Mike quickly. "I told you that if you wanted to try it, to just get out there and do it."
"Yeah, well I took your advice ... with Steve's help."
"And I'm damn glad he did!" chimed in Steve, with a very obvious wink at his mate.
The three of them laughed loudly, acknowledging their shared interest. "Good on you," said Mike, his eyes full of smiles. "So are you two an `item' now?"
Steve and Pete looked at each other for confirmation, and laughed. "Hadn't thought about it like that, but I guess we are," Pete chuckled. The idea was one which pleased him, now that it had been brought up.
"So where's Neale?" Pete asked, looking around the room.
"Should be here any minute," Mike answered. "I know he's going to love your news. We usually work out together Tuesdays, and then I come in alone later in the week, while he goes cycling. He's really very good."
As if on cue, Neale arrived. Introductions were made all round, followed by explanations and more than a few chuckles and congratulatory back-slaps. The two couples happily chatted amongst themselves as they began their respective routines on the various pieces of equipment in the gym. Mike preferred the bench press and general lifting, which Pete and Steve were happy to join him on, while Neale was more concerned with aerobic workouts, opting for the step machine just across the way. All four men remained close by each other as they worked, straining and sweating, pumping muscles and pushing limits, blood and adrenaline coursing through the strong fit bodies. Despite the air-conditioning in the place, they were soon drenched with perspiration, the moisture making the flimsy t-shirts they wore cling to their muscled torsos. All four were dressed in tight supporting lycra shorts, so that before long the clothing did nothing to hide their physiques, revealing and even emphasising their bodies.
More than once, each of them took the opportunity to check out his mates, to admire the definition in bodies, and ogle the bulging groins. Neale openly feasted his eyes on his partner, and Mike returned the compliment with winks and scarcely concealed squeezes of his groin when he could. But both Neale and Mike also cast their glance over the others, approving of the view they presented, fit strong men who exuded confidence and a musky sensuality. Steve happily looked around regularly at all three of his workout partners, admiring the flexed musculature and ogling the sweaty pumped bods. His cock twitched often as he fought against the arousal he felt, particularly when he looked at his fuckbuddy, Pete, but he also felt stirrings in his groin watching Mike and Neale as they strained and pumped. Pete found himself in a confusing situation, and struggled to concentrate on his regime. The proximity of Steve's sweaty, hard bod was always a turn on for him, but adding to his dilemma was the fact that he found both Mike, his old friend, and Neale, extremely desirable, each in his own way. Privately Pete wondered a few times what might have been if he and Mike had gotten together as lovers rather than friends, then tried to banish the thought -- he was incredibly happy with his life at the moment, and Steve's attentions outside the gym satisfied him beyond measure. Still, a few times during that session he had to stop and adjust the embarrassing bulge in his lycra.
The musky aroma of masculinity and the sensual appearance of pumped hard bodies in close proximity meant that by the end of their routines, there was almost a palpable aura of sex in the air around the four. All of them struggled against increasing arousal, and regular adjustments of lengthening cocks in tight lycra shorts became the norm. Throwing himself onto a rest bench beside his partner, Neale let out a long sigh, and declared that he was just about done. He looked to Mike, a lingering stare at his groin giving way to an appraising question. "How about joining me in the steam room, handsome?" he grinned wickedly.
Mike winked at his lover. "Give me a minute to wind down, and you're on."
Steve threw a questioning glance at Pete, who grinned and nodded. As Neale headed for the lockers adjacent to the steam room, and Mike warmed down with some easy stretches, Steve also began his wind down and Pete towelled off the excess sweat. Pete rubbed and dabbed at himself, watching Steve finish up his flexing, and ogling his buddy's thick cock through the clinging material. With his erection really beginning to strain, he sidled over to Steve and in a stage whisper, said "Hey stud, that steam room idea sounds good, what do you say?" Steve laughed and, checking that no one else was watching them too closely, reached for Pete's now swollen prick.
Grabbing him through the shorts, he squeezed firmly and hissed "Okay. It seems you might need a little steam to soften up this hard log you're sporting." As Steve let go of Pete's cock, Mike grinned at them and followed Neale into the wet area, while Pete waited for Steve to finish up so they could go to join their friends together.
Mike caught up with Neale at the lockers, and together they stripped down and grabbed towels from the shelf by the sauna. Mike copped a grope of Neale's taut buns as they did, and Neale grinned back at him, reaching for the growing tumescence at Mike's groin. "Careful, stud," he said, "you don't want to start something we can't finish in here," Neale whispered to his lover. As they entered the room, they found it deserted, and as the door closed behind them, Mike grabbed Neale by the shoulders, spinning him around and planting a kiss squarely on his lips.
"God, you turn me on," he declared. Neale grinned at him.
"Ditto," he said.
The two continued their kiss, becoming more and more aroused in the humid clouds of steam and semi-darkness of the room. A sudden blast of cooler air warned them they were in a public place, and they quickly bunched towels over their raging horns and sat side by side, letting the steam build up again and open their pores as they sweated.
The opening and closing of the door had heralded Pete and Steve's arrival in the steam room, and it was immediately obvious that they too were struggling with enlarged cocks and heightened arousal. Finding the place occupied only by themselves the four relaxed, only a little self conscious of the tenting towels they all sported, as Mike and Neale sidled onto one bench, and Pete and Steve took up a similar position on the opposite side.
As they sat and let the heat build up, the steam coaxing sweat from every pore, they laughed and chatted together. Mike broached the subject that had caused Pete so much concern earlier. "So, Pete," he said casually, "you took the plunge and got yourself into some leather? I told you you just needed to try it."
Pete grinned. "Uh, huh. And I couldn't have found a better teacher than this stud right here," he said, squeezing Steve's leg. "I have to tell you, he's fucking hot in chaps and a harness."
Steve smiled a wicked grin. "I get even hotter with Pete all geared up in black leather, especially when he gets excited and his cock throbs and leaks as it points at me ready to blast off." His voice grew husky and he ran his hands down under his towel to play with his prick as he spoke. Pete was a little surprised at the frankness with which Steve spoke about their sex, and Mike looked up with a start at the comment, but both were shocked when Neale spoke out.
"Well, I'm here to tell you nothing compares with Mike in total `master' role; cap, jacket, harness, chaps, boots and cod. I can almost cum just looking at his huge fucken' cock wrapped in black leather and throbbing, waiting to be let loose so it can fuck me like a stuck pig. My man is a beast when he's leathered up and I love it!" Neale's voice was deep and guttural as he hissed out the words, looking at Mike as he spoke, his hand creeping under the cover of the towel and playing with Mike's already hard cock, which jumped at the comments he made.
Mike's eyes widened but he smiled at his lover, reassuring him that he was complimented and proud at the statement. Pete looked at Mike, then Neale and back to Mike. "Holy fuck!" he exclaimed. "I never thought I'd see you in this light, Mike, but it's hot." Turning to Steve, just below him on the bench, Pete's hand slid sensuously up Steve's inner thigh to find the prize -- his dripping, raging erection, barely hidden by the light cotton towel. "Hey stud, I need some serious action real soon" he whispered to Steve, but loud enough to be clearly heard by the other couple.
As if a signal had been sent, or a wall climbed, the pairs each began to grope and fondle their partners. Arms and legs intertwined and hands and lips explored, urged on by the relentless steamy heat of the room. And the two couples took encouragement and inspiration from each other. As Neale leaned to Mike's groin, his lips closing over the throbbing head of his lover's tool, he twisted around so that he could watch as Steve bent to suckle at Pete's nipples. Pete moaned softly as Steve's teeth closed over his chest, and his fingers worked their way down and around his bud's long thick shaft and rolling balls to find the soft opening of tender skin at his arse. Even as he slid as finger into his man's hole, his eyes fixed on Mike who began to hump slowly and sensuously up into Neale's throat, searching out Neale's pierced nipples and pulling firmly at them. Steve suckled and nibbled at Pete's chest, and writhed against the digit pushing through his sphincter, looking back often at the horny pumped up men a metre or two away who were moaning and pawing at each other feverishly. All four of them quickly whipped themselves into a frenzy, licking and sucking, stroking and groping as they watched their corresponding partners and spurred each other on and on. Added to the heady eroticism was the fact that they were all very conscious that anyone could walk in and catch them at this at any moment.
Pete was the first to reach the point of no return. With Steve alternating between each of his nipples and humping back against his hand, he was incredibly aroused as he watched his old friend Mike being blown by Neale and pulling at Neale's silvery nubs. When Steve's hand fell onto Pete's throbbing prick, and his fingers spread the pool of precum leaking from Pete's slit down and over his cockhead and then started to jerk him off in long smooth strokes, Pete gave a deep moan and shuddered, his balls contracting as he shot a heavy load of creamy jizz over Steve's chest and arm.
Mike looked up yet again at the moan from Pete's throat, and watched in fascination as his friend arched and shot, his ejaculation shaking his body and creaming his partner. With Neale's talented, overheated mouth still working on his prong, Mike began to hump himself into Neale's throat in earnest, his body tingling with anticipation at the hot scene before him, and the attention directed to his own meat. Taking his cue from Mike's increased rhythm, Neale sucked harder and slurped at the turgid member invading his gullet, reaching and squeezing at Mike's balls. Neale too, had seen Pete orgasm, and a sense of urgency crashed over him as he dived at Mike. In the heat and the unfamiliar surroundings, Mike could not hold back long, and he soon began to ache. As the tide of passion rolled over him, he grabbed even harder at Neale's tits, hissing loudly "Fuck yess, oh fucking hell, I'm cumming!" His nuts exploded at that, and he flooded Neale's warm welcoming throat with creamy mancum. Neale was also at the edge of his own abyss, and when the river of juice streamed into his mouth, and Mike's fingers almost tore at his sensitive, screaming nipples, he drank of his lover, swallowed and gulped him down, and his cock jerked and spewed his essence in long streamers across Mike's legs and in heavy splatters onto the floor of the steam room.
Steve had gasped and straightened at the sound of Pete's climax, and run his hands down over his own body as Pete's jizz flew onto his skin. As he turned to see what was happening on the opposing bench, he watched in voyeuristic intrigue as Mike humped up into Neale's face and Neale swallowed. When Neale began to spurt his load, Steve moaned for breath. As he did, Pete's probing finger thrust deeper into Steve's arse, and Steve gripped his own cock, masturbating furiously as his lover finger fucked him while their friends climaxed loudly and proudly in front of them. As Neale shuddered and emptied his load, Steve humped back against Pete's hand, driving Pete's finger deep into his arse and pumping his cock hard. With a long hiss of expelled breath, Steve blew, his white hot load spearing upwards and then falling in heavy globs to the floor of the room.
"Fuck me dead!" exclaimed Pete as the four ebbed away from the brink. The others joined in hearty laughter and unselfconscious delight at the erotic scene they had just played out. Allowing themselves a few minutes to recover, they filed out of the steam room and under the showers to clean up and cool down before dressing and making their way from the `scene of the crime'.
Outside the gym, Steve enthused to the others "Now that was hot! How about a coffee?" All of them agreed, and they made their way to a café nearby, sitting easily together in a quiet corner. The conversation inevitably turned to sex.
"I've never done anything like that before," declared Pete.
"Me either," agreed Steve, "but watching you two getting it on while Pete and I did the same was just so horny."
Mike smiled a guilty grin, his hand on Neale's arm. "Absolutely. When Pete started finger fucking Steve, I thought I was going to shoot into your mouth on the spot." Neale looked at his partner mischievously, and licked his lips slowly, sensuously, eliciting more chuckles from the others.
Mike turned to Pete. "So, man, you've gotten into the fun of leather with Steve for a while now?"
"Oh, yeah. Steve let me borrow some of his stuff the first time, but now I've got my own gear, and I love it. We usually head home for some serious fun after our workout, when we're both pumped and ready to blow. Steve looks so fucking hot with his chest and arms taut and pumping, and a harness and chaps over that hot bod."
Steve grinned proudly. "Pete's the hot one. I can't get enough of him when he's dressed in shining black." Their conversation had fallen to a conspiratorial whisper as they began to discuss their sexual accomplishments.
Neale reached down to his groin and adjusted himself, leaning into the table. "I've never discussed the details of sex with anyone but Mike, before, but this talk is getting me hot again." He looked hard at Mike, a silent message passing between them.
Steve cleared his throat, hesitating before he spoke again. The others directed their attention to him, and he looked uncertainly at Neale. In a low voice, he began haltingly. "When we were in the steamroom, you said that you really got turned on when Mike was being your `Master'. Do you guys really get into that kind of thing?"
Mike looked up quickly, first at Steve, then Pete, before shifting his gaze to his lover. Neale returned Mike's look, gripping his arm for reassurance. "Uh huh," he answered slowly. "We decided a long while ago to confide everything to each other, and that was one of my fantasies."
Mike jumped in at that point. "Neale's fantasy matched my own, so we went with it. He is the hottest little `slave' you could imagine."
Steve looked thoughtful but said nothing. Pete shifted in his seat, addressing his friend. "Mike, I would never have guessed. Fuck, the whole idea is seriously horny."
"You have to understand, it's a fantasy we share, and play out whenever we can, but just that. For the rest of the time, we are equal, and love each other," Mike added. Then he continued, "and now I think it's about time we got moving."
Neale laughed evilly. "Yep. The way I feel right now, a long night tied up and used is just about inevitable."
Steve stared again at the couple opposite him. "Pete," he said, "let's get moving. If I can get out of here without embarrassing myself with the hardon I've got, we have some serious fucking to do." His mate nodded agreement, and they cautiously made their way from the booth.
Outside on the street, they made to go their separate ways when Pete suddenly asked; "Guys, how about getting together again? Not like that!" he laughed at the three sets of raised eyebrows directed toward him. "I mean, for a drink, tomorrow night maybe. I kinda want to parade our leather in public." It was quickly agreed that they would meet up at one of the serious leather bars the following evening, geared up and ready to flaunt. Short goodbyes, and the two couples went their own ways.
When they got home, Neale sat down next to Mike on their bed. "You didn't mind me telling them about what we do, did you?" he asked.
"No," Mike said. "I was actually proud that you would share it. And it got me horny too. I don't know why, but I felt a real connection with them. Pete has been a friend for a long while, but I felt Steve is good for him, and I really like them both."
"I felt the same way, felt I could trust them with our secrets." Neale smiled at his lover, his finger running along Mike's thigh and finding the hardening tube of flesh at his man's groin. "And I wasn't kidding about a night of serving my Master either," he said invitingly. Mike grinned widely, stripping off his own clothes and those of his `boy' and taking Neale's hand as they opened the door of their dungeon room, to reveal the dark shining leather of the suspended sling, and the glistening pinpricks of light where candles reflected from chains and mirrors.
Steve and Pete headed for Steve's place since it was closest. The moment they stepped inside Steve was groping at Pete, tearing his sweats from him and shucking off his own. They kissed and fondled each other passionately as they donned their favourite harnesses and chaps. Properly attired, Steve slowed in his ardour, teasing Pete with long strokes of his finger around the edges of Pete's gleaming black chaps. Pete withstood the pressure for only a short time, before he grabbed at Steve's pumped and leathered body, throwing his lover onto the leather covered weight bench and lifting his legs up and apart. Rolling a condom down over himself Pete smeared lube over Steve's twitching hole as Steve lay back encouraging him with hissed obscenities. "Come on, stud," he whispered, "get that huge fuckpole of yours inside me. Take me and own me, make me beg and use me." The words were urgent and arousing, and Pete responded in kind, slamming himself into the willing writhing body below, fucking Steve roughly and powerfully. Steve humped back, grabbing at Pete's body with his hands, clenching his sphincter around Pete's rampant cock and milking him as they rutted to a thundering climax, both peaking simultaneously and shooting massive loads of cum despite the exertions in the gym earlier that evening.
Recovering alongside each other, hands and bodies pressed to leather, the two men lay deep in thought. Steve broke the silence.
"Pete, what do you think about Mike and Neale and their `master/slave' thing?"
"I think it's unbelievably hot," Pete said without hesitation. "I had never thought about it before, but now I can't stop thinking about it. Mike has been a friend for so long, but now I see him in a whole new light. And the idea of having a `slave boy' -- wow, that must be something, eh?"
Steve lifted himself onto one elbow, and looked at Pete closely. He waited before speaking again. "I'd like to try it. I can't imagine anything hotter than being your sex slave', having you dominate me. Will you try with me, be my Master'?"
Pete almost burst with joy. "Fuck yes! That sounds incredible." He quieted a little, then added, "Steve, I agree with what they said, too -- it would be our fantasy. In the `real' world, I don't want to try to own you or anything. But what a horny way to fuck!"
"Yes, Sir," Steve said, grinning as he did.
Almost exhausted, and remembering a long day at work tomorrow, followed by a horny night out, Pete kissed his lover, and changed quickly, heading home. But he had trouble sleeping that night, images of Mike and Neale, and he and Steve, all naked and aroused, leathered and fucking, kept him awake and thoughtful for hours after he got into bed.
The following evening, Mike and Neale were getting ready to dress for their night out, when Neale turned to his partner. "Mike, after our conversation yesterday with Pete and Steve, how would you feel if I went tonight as your slave, dressed like I was when we went to Sleaze Ball a few months ago?"
Mike looked at his man, pride in his eyes. "I think it would be incredible. But are you sure? At Sleaze we were unrecognizable. Tonight Pete and Steve will know who we are, and there may be other people there whom we know as well."
"Yeah, I've thought of that. But I don't care. You turn me on in leather at any time, but especially when you're being my Master'. And if I'm in slave mode', I get even hornier. I really would like to do it in public."
"Then I'd be proud as hell to claim you for my own," Mike declared. The two lovers dressed and readied for their excursion, anticipation building.
Pete and Steve had spent a good 45 minutes in presses and lifting before they prepared to leave. They both wanted to look their best, and they knew that after a workout their bodies radiated strength as the adrenaline in their system kept them taut and pumped. A quick shower, and they donned their favourite harness, chaps and boots, armbands and posing thongs ready to meet up with Mike and Neale at the bar. Bare arsed and sculpted, they looked incredible, and Pete couldn't resist groping Steve's butt, or squeezing his meaty cock through the black leather pouch as they rode to the bar that night.
Arriving before their friends, Pete and Steve strode through the door and across the main floor area of the place. They were not the only ones dressed in full hot leather gear, and in fact there were some guys there whose outfits were even more revealing. But they were a damned hot couple nonetheless, and attracted quite a few admiring stares as they sauntered around the place before settling themselves at a standard table where they could stand and pose, see and be seen. Both wore full leather, skintight black chaps over square toed boots, bare arses and supple black leather posing straps holding and gripping their groins, but hiding nothing. Pete wore a simple harness of four straps, two over the shoulder and two around his chest, which connected to single metal rings front and back. He had ensured the rib straps were pulled up taut below his pecs so they framed the chiselled muscle there. On his arms he wore wide bands between the shoulder and bicep, emphasising the bulge of pumped muscle.
Steve had chosen a more elaborate harness. The shoulder supports fell straight down at the front to connect to large silver rings which circled each of his nipples, the tiny rings piercing the dark skin standing out in the centre. The two separate rings were connected by a shining length of chain across his chest, and more straps dropped to form a `V' shape from his pecs to his navel, where more chain circled his waist.
Almost as soon as they entered, Pete began to get a hardon, and he stayed at least partially erect from then on. He mentioned it to Steve, excited and pleased. "Hey man, my cock is hard as hell, and everyone who looks can see it, but I feel great. It's like I'm proud to show myself off, and let them stare at my wood."
Steve nodded and smiled. "And you look fucking hot too. With your cock up like that, it's stretching at the leather so I can see the outline like it's moulded into the leather. I want to grab hold of it and play."
"Why don't you?" Pete smirked. To the surprise of both of them, Steve did exactly that, groping and squeezing at Pete's thickening prong right there at the bar. Both of them instantly got full erections, which caused even more stares, but that just made them even more determined. They were standing and posing, squeezing and groping like that when Mike and Neale arrived a few minutes later.
As Mike pushed open the door and walked in, Neale trailing behind him, a chain from Mike's wrist attached to a collar around Neale's neck, more than one of the other patrons gave up any pretense of not staring and watched openly as the pair made their way around the bar. Quickly spotting his friends, Mike nevertheless took his time in moving over to them, leading his boy Neale casually across the floor and proudly noticing the looks directed toward them.
Even though they were expecting Mike and Neale, and despite their friendship, Pete and Steve failed to recognise them at first. They, like the other patrons, stared as the hot pair promenaded, and it was only when they approached and Mike waved a greeting that the penny dropped. Pete's jaw fell open, and Steve whistled appreciatively as Mike came up to their table, and Neale hung back just a step behind his Master.
Mike was wearing a black leather `Masters' cap with a shining visor pulled low over his eyes, mirrored sunglasses beneath. Leather straps over his shoulders connected to silver chains which circled his ribcage and fell across his abs to more leather straps around his waist, a final band of gleaming black disappearing below the waistband of his chaps and under the black pouch which gripped but highlighted his large cock and round balls. Chaps so tight they looked to have been sprayed onto his legs sank into high-sided polished black boots. Around his gloved hands was wrapped one end of a silver chain.
The other end of that chain was attached to a studded leather collar around Neale's neck. On his head Neale wore a leather hood which came down over his eyes, nose and ears, leaving his mouth free. The harness he wore consisted of leather straps over his shoulders, and around his chest where they connected to large silver rings framing his pierced nipples similar to Steve's, but with more leather joining the two rather than chain. A single strap dropped front and back to a series of silver rings as wide leather bands also circled his ribs, his stomach and his waist, as though he was bound up in a mesh of leather. He wore the twin chaps to Mike's, so tight every muscle and joint of his legs was clearly visible, sprayed with gleaming black. The package of his groin was defined and accentuated by a supple pouch of leather which gripped and cupped his long semi-hard cock and large balls like shrink wrap.
"Fucking hell!" Pete finally found his voice. "I can't tell you how horny you guys look." Steve echoed Pete's words as Mike grinned, accepting the compliments. He also noticed the bulging erections on both Pete and Steve, and his own groin stirred yet again.
"We thought you'd appreciate this," he said quietly. "Neale figured that since we'd told you about our fantasy sex, we might as well show it off." He caught the bartender's eye and signalled for a round of drinks. "Hey guys, you two look absolutely fantastic." His compliment was sincere, as his eyes roamed over the taut, pumped bodies of Steve and Pete, drinking in the smooth flesh and gleaming black leather.
"We've got nothing on you!" Steve responded, unable to take his eyes off Neale. All Steve could think was that the scene before him was arousing him incredibly, and that he wanted to be like Neale, bound and controlled. "It must be a real trip having Mike lead you around like this," he said to Neale who up until now had stayed a step back from the other three, not speaking. Pete also looked to Neale at Steve's question. Mike sipped his drink and Neale remained silent.
Turning casually, Mike said quietly but in a commanding tone: "You may speak freely boy."
"Thank you, Sir," said Neale.
"Holy shit," Pete burst out at that, "I am so horny seeing you in control of him, Mike. What a buzz."
With his Master's permission, Neale joined in the conversation. The four of them spoke freely and sipped at their drinks, looking around the room and at each other as they did. It seemed as if all of them were in a permanent state of arousal, the proximity to each other, and the attention they drew from other drinkers serving to excite them over and over again. And the fact that they were sporting hard-ons which were obvious and on display, to each other and to anyone who looked, simply served to make them even more aroused. An incredible sense of power, of self confidence, and pure animal lust grew within them. Garbed in glistening black leather, but with their pumped male bodies on complete display, they were the epitome of masculine sexuality. Steve spoke at length with Neale, confiding his desire to take on the slave boy role with Pete, and asking questions he would not have dared voice to anyone else. Mike and Pete chatted happily, Pete drawing on Mike's experience in working through the horny images in his head and getting tips on what would and would not work if he were to become Steve's `Master'.
Whilst they returned a lot of the admiring looks they received, and proudly examined other drinkers who were also fully leathered, the majority of the admiration and open ogling they indulged in was directed at each other. More than a few times, the two couples happily groped at their partners, firm bodies and hard cocks being squeezed and massaged through shining black hide. As the evening wore on, the four became more and more animated, and more and more emboldened in their fondling and kissing. Mike was the one to realise that if they stayed much longer, they could well get themselves in some serious trouble.
"Time to go, boy" he stated firmly. Instantly, Neale fell silent, his head dropping as he stood obediently. Pete hissed an envious curse under his breath, and the four sauntered around the perimeter of the bar before making their unhurried exit, eyes following every step to the door.
When Mike and Neale got home, they raced each other to their fantasy dungeon room. Kissing and groping at each other, they were aroused and needing from the public exhibition they had given. The open discussion of sexual practices and the horny proximity of their leathered, pumped friends, had left them eager and aching to couple urgently. As Mike lit candles around the room, he ordered his `boy' into the sling. Neale slid onto the leather platform, his cock throbbing and his arse twitching in anticipation as the eerie welcoming glow brought to life the silver chains and he struggled against the lead connecting him to his Master.
Mike was horny, hornier than he had been in a long while. He gazed at Neale lying on the black sling and his need increased. He loved this man so much, and marvelled at the way Neale excited him so intensely. Snapping two sets of handcuffs over Neale's wrists and onto the supporting chains of the sling, he effectively made Neale his captive. Running his gloved fingers across Neale's chest, he pinched at the rings piercing his lover's firm erect nipples and traced the lines of the harness down to the thick, long tube of black dominating the pouch at his lover's groin. His hand closed over that shining protuberance, squeezing firmly, and cupped the equally beautiful orbs of black leather below it, massaging Neale's nuts within their hidebound cushion.
As Neale moaned with growing pleasure, Mike reached for a set of clips joined by a short length of chain, and attached them to the rings through his own nipples, leaving the chain dangling across his chest as he did. His cock was now straining angrily at the leather thong he wore, and he gladly released it, the throbbing weapon springing free and smattering droplets of precum across Neale's prone body. Quickly applying a generous helping of lube to his steel hard pole, and to Neale's puckering rosebud, Mike positioned himself behind his slave and stared down at the prostrate boy. The gleaming leather straps of Neale's harness contrasted with his pale skin, the jet black of his chaps gripping his muscled young legs and emphasising every movement of his thighs.
Consumed by his need, Mike aimed his blood engorged dagger at the target Neale's arse presented. As he did, Neale called out to him, in a low urgent voice. "Fuck me, Sir, now. Do it hard and fast. Shove that pole up into my empty arse and tear it open, please Sir."
Unable to hold back a moment longer, Mike did as Neale had begged. He rammed his cock through the protesting ring of Neale's sphincter, breached his resistance and plunged himself deep into Neale, his sword of naked flesh burying itself to the hilt within the warm wet scabbard of Neale's bucking body. Neale screamed out with the instant pain of the assault, and yelled again at the electric shock of passionate joy the invasion of Mike's tool had delivered. He writhed in ecstasy as his body was taken and fucked by his man. They humped at each other, hissing obscenities and flailing in their need to be joined as one rutting sweating leathered beast. As Neale clenched and pushed at Mike's thrusting pounding cock, Mike pulled hard at the silver chain attached to his boy's throat, dragging him back onto the trembling pole of steel that Mike shoved into his compliant supple body. Quickly they fucked at each other, the pounding crashing of their bodies a frenzied blur of pure sex. Blood rose speedily as they each raced toward the peak of arousal, nerves tingling and bodies wracked with erotic delight.
As the inevitable approached, Mike pulled the chain from Neale's collar up and through the chain between his tits, so that the humping motion of their sex pulled gently at his sensitive nipples, adding to his arousal. He pounded, harder and harder, deeper and faster at Neale's sweating rolling form on the sling. His eyes closed as his peak approached, his entire being concentrated on the aching rod of humping flesh at his groin which pistoned in and out of the slurping cavern and delivered indescribable pleasure to him.
Neale gripped and clenched at the thumping heated pole Mike thrust into his gut. He tingled from every nerve as he climbed toward a crescendo, felt the pounding cock deep within him swell and fuck at him, and surrendered to its assault, the ecstasy of that surrender flooding through his sweating frame. As Mike began to gasp, into Neale's head came an image of his lover, and beside him stood Pete, dressed identically to Mike in Master's leathers, urging Mike on and up into Neale's body, while Pete's raging cock hovered over Neale's face, ready to plunge into his open mouth. The unexpected thought sent Neale over the edge and he bucked and twisted, his cock exploding as he filled the thong at his groin with litres of milky essence.
With Neale's orgasm sending quakes through his shuddering body, Mike felt his lover's arse clamp tightly over his electrified prick, and he threw his head back, abandoning himself to the ultimate pleasure as his balls pumped their load up into his inflamed cock, which poured its juices deep into the twitching body wrapped around his sword of flesh. He emptied himself into the greedy vessel of Neale's arse, gasping for breath as the tide of passion receded. Still lodged inside his man, he leaned forward to caress the sweat soaked body of his lover. As he withdrew, and moved to release Neale's wrists from the cuffs, he wondered idly if Pete and Steve could possibly ever know the delights he shared with Neale. He thought of the two men they had come to know, and let his mind drift. What would it be like to fuck Neale while Steve serviced his nipples, he mused? Shocked by the idea, he quickly grabbed Neale, kissing him passionately.
As they recovered together and drifted toward sleep, Mike felt a twinge of guilt at his earlier thoughts, but try as he might he could not clear his mind of the erotic image of two slaves eager to please him. And the two were Neale and Steve.
Unknown to the couple, their friends were reaching climax at almost the identical second. Pete had thrown Steve down over the weight bench in his home gym, clawing at his body and taking pleasure from a pounding urgent fucking as they shook each other to a thunderous crescendo. Steve had whimpered and hissed as Pete fucked him, had begged to be used, and it was when Steve called out urgently, "Use my arse, please Sir, please!" that Pete had exploded, unable to contain the surge of arousal overwhelming him.
As they floated down from the cloud of ecstatic shuddering, Pete held tightly to Steve. "Fuck, that was incredible. The whole night. I was so turned on in the bar, and your pumped hard body opening up for me was too much to resist. Steve, thank you."
Steve sighed in sated pleasure. "The chance to be your slave, and have you own me and fuck me is so horny, I can't wait to really get into it. And being able to talk about it with Neale and Mike was so fucking hot. They looked hotter than I thought possible tonight, and I just kept thinking I wanted to be just like Neale, with you controlling me. It was unbelievable!"
"Tell you what would be unbelievable -- sharing it with them. And I don't mean just talking about it," Pete whispered.
"Why don't we suggest it?" Steve asked, suddenly excited by the idea himself.
"I don't know," Pete thought out loud. "I think they're very much committed to each other. That session in the sauna was unplanned, and I suspect came as a surprise to them, just as much as us."
"Well I still say we ask. After what we've discussed with them, I'm sure they won't be upset, and they can easily say no, but it's worth giving it a shot."
To be continued...
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