Disclaimer: If you don't like stories about males having sex with other males, what the fuck are you doing here???? Go away! But since you're here - this is probably something you want to read, whether you've got the guts to admit to yourself or not! So lay back, take out your cock, spit on it and ENJOY! But remember, this is a story! It isn't real! So the people in it can do things you shouldn't!!!! If you're going to play - PLAY SAFE! And don't think you're allowed to sell this for any reason! You can share it, but not for money because it belongs to me! If you have comments, e-mail me at: rimpigfl@yahoo.com. But don't bother to flame me - I'll send back an e-mail with a virus attached that will cause your hardrive to erase itself and your nuts to fall off!
For those of you who have read my other work (My Dad, the Marine) this is different. This is a true story about the period in my life when I was coming out in leather. This story takes place in a local bath house that I still go to. Maybe I'll see you there sometime!
Leather Master by RimPig 1998
I had only just begun to explore, very tentatively, the leather scene. I began in the baths where I felt very safe. Everybody knew me there. All the staff were my friends and I knew if I got myself into something I couldn't handle, all I had to do was yell out "Help!" and someone would come - quickly!
So there I was as usual, in the baths on a Saturday night. I wasn't looking to get into a leather scene, particularly. I was just looking for as much sex as I could get. That is, until HE walked in.
HE was dressed (or semi-dressed) in black leather boots, black leather jeans, a black leather "Sam Brown" belt over one shoulder, a black leather armband on the left arm and a black leather officer's hat. The rest of his torso was bare, except for some well placed tattoos on his upper arms and chest. His blue eyes pierced out, almost hidden beneath the brim of his hat, at anyone within his field of vision. His hair was blond and cut very short from what could be seen under his hat.
When I saw him, my heart almost stopped. Standing over six feet, he was a towering Leather God and Major Masturbation Fantasy! A blond, Teutonic master who would give me the workout I dreamed about. But as he walked the halls of the baths, he seemed to barely notice me, lying on my bed on my stomach (as usual), almost staring holes through him each time he passed.
I knew I had to do something! I had to have this man at all costs! I would do ANYTHING! But what could I do?
After about an hour, I noticed that he continued to walk the halls but wasn't going into anyone's room. I decided to follow him and see what was up. He walked down one hall and stopped at a door, which he opened with a key. He went inside for a couple of seconds and returned with a lit cigarette. "So! That's his room!" I noted the number and passed on by him. I now had an idea of what to do!
I went to the front desk and asked one of my friends who was working that night to give me a piece of paper, a pen and a piece of tape. With these I wrote the following note:
Sir! Although completely unworthy to do so, I would give anything, do anything, to be allowed to worship your body and fulfill any desire that would "cum" to your mind.
I then signed this note with my room number and taped it to his door. I then went back to my room and lay down with the door open to see what would happen.
It took a while for him to return to his room, but he evidently saw the note because he came and stood outside the door of my room with the note clutched in his hand. His back to the wall, at somewhat a "parade rest" position, he stared straight ahead - never looking directly at me lying on the bed staring at him. He stood there for over 30 very long minutes - never moving, never looking at me.
I was going crazy! Would he come in or not? I was almost climbing the walls, hoping against hope, that this Leather God would have mercy on me and take me to the heaven (or hell) I was dreaming about.
Finally, without warning, he walked (almost strutted) into my room. Crossing his arms across his chest, he looked down at me and spoke in a deep, quiet voice, "So, pig, what do you want?"
It took me a moment to reply because I found my mouth and throat would no longer work. Finally, I squeaked out, "Whatever pleases you, Sir!"
He looked down at me and growled, "What pleases me is to have my slaves on their knees! Get your ass off that bed and assume the position, pig!"
I quickly got off the bed and onto my knees with my head down and my hands held behind my back. He moved forward, and placing his hand behind my head, ground his leather covered crotch into my face. "You want that BAD! Don't you, pig?" he sneered in his low, quiet voice.
"Oh, yes, Sir! I want it VERY bad, Sir!" I begged while beginning to lick his leather covered cock. He ground his leather into my face for a few more seconds and then forcefully pushed me away, knocking me onto my back on the floor.
He looked down at my helpless position and said, "Well, maybe I'll let you have it, after you clean my boots! Get your tongue busy, pig!"
I quickly got back on my knees and bowed over his glorious, black knee-high boots. I licked them all over, including the soles, until they fairly glistened with my spit. All the while, he kept talking to me. Telling me what a worthless piece of shit I was, how I wasn't worthy to lick his boots and what type of punishment awaited me if I didn't do a good job. I was, of course, in heaven!
Finally, he said to me, "I bet you would like to lick the sweat out of my asshole, wouldn't you pig? Are you an asslicking pig? You like to sniff men's shitholes, pig?"
What could I say? Eating man-ass was about my favorite thing in the whole world! Especially one filled with sweat and man-musk! I had noticed that HE had a beautiful one. Firm, round and beefy. Filling his leather jeans almost to the point where the seams would split.
He slowly turned around, undid his belt and slowly began to slide his leathers down his sturdy thighs. As the beautiful white moons of his ass came into view, I almost came. The smell, of a mixture of leather and heavy, fragrant male musk, hit my senses like a hit of poppers! I began to lick the cheeks of his ass and shove my nose into the crack of his butt to get a better smell of his fragrant manhole. He reached behind and shoved my face into his asscrack saying, "That's it, pig! Get off on the smell of my fucking manhole! Now, lick out my crack you fucking asslicker!"
I quickly complied, running my eager tongue through his hairless buttcrack, tasting the sweat and musk there until I came to his anal pucker. I paid special attention to his hole by gently and quickly inserting my tongue in and out of it. He began to moan, "That's it, pig! Suck out my fucking hole. Shove your shit-eating tongue up there and eat out a man's guts!"
He spread his legs and bent over farther so that I could really get at his hole. I locked my lips around it and began to suck on his hole, at the same time sending my tongue up it as far as I could reach. The taste of his ass was tart and delicious. I feasted at his ass until I felt I would cum at any moment. I seemed to be having the same effect on him, because he suddenly stood up, turned around and presented me with one of the longest and fattest cock's I'd ever seen. It was at least 11 inches and fat as a baby's arm!
He looked down at me, and order me to open my mouth. When I complied, he shoved the whole cock into my mouth and down my throat. Now, deep throating is one thing - but I could barely get my mouth around this cock! When he shoved it all the way forward, I could no longer breathe and began to choke, nearly passing out.
"A man's cock is too much for you, huh pig?" he sneered.
This was a challenge! I would take his fucking cock or die trying. And, frankly, I figured I'd die! Choked to death on cock, but what a way to go!
Gradually, I became used to it and he began to fuck my face. Now, I don't mean just move it in and out. I mean FUCK! Really HARD! He battered my face with his groin on each thrust. At one point I was sure my nose would end up being broken by his pubic bone. But within a few minutes, I felt him tense up and heard him start to grunt. Then I was flooded with manjuice. His load was as big as his cock. I didn't need to bother about swallowing, though. His cock was buried so far down my throat, it just shot straight into my guts.
He came for what seemed like minutes - big, heavy pulses of cum, hurtling down into my guts.
As his orgasm slowed, he finally pulled back some so that I could taste his salty/sweet load. He continued to pump his cock slowly in and out of my mouth while I continued to lick around the shaft and the head. His huge cock began to soften and, suddenly, he placed his hand on the back of my head and jammed me into his groin with his cock still buried in my mouth. I then felt something warm and wet begin to spew from his cock. At first, I thought he was cumming again. But then I quickly realized it wasn't cum! It was PISS! This Master of Masters was pissing down my throat! I didn't know what to do at first. It had been years - ever since military school - that anyone had pissed in my mouth, but I quickly realized that I had to swallow or drown! I began to swallow his piss and found the taste to be salty but not unpleasant. And the warm feeling of his hot piss flowing down my throat and into my guts, the realization that this was my "god's" piss that I was drinking, caused my cock to shoot a tremendous load without my even touching it! Something that had also not happened in a very long time.
He saw me shoot off because he started to add to my sexual climax with verbal abuse. "That's it, pig! Get off on my fucking piss! You asslicking, piss-drinking scuzzhole! Drink down all my stinking golden piss! Take it all, pig! There's plenty of it!"
He pissed for what seemed like hours. When his stream finally wound down to a few dribbles, I continued to suck his pisshole, hoping for more.
"Haven't had enough yet, pig?" he asked. "Well, I've got more for a greedy little pig!"
With that, he grabbed me and threw me across the bed, face down. Now through this whole scene, I had been naked. He now proceeded to take his bare hand to my bare butt. He spanked me, HARD! His strong arm rained down blows on my ass the likes of which I'd never felt before. In a very short time, my ass was glowing almost cherry red and there were tears streaming down my face from the brutal spanking. But, through it all, I never cried out - never begged for mercy. Finally, he stopped and then spit on both cheeks of my ass and began to coat them with his spit. The air quickly cooled the spit and my ass cheeks. But I knew I would continue to feel that spanking until at least through the next day. (And I was right, too! For the next 2 days I had trouble sitting, but couldn't explain to anyone why!).
After stroking my warm ass for a few moments, he started running his fingers down my asscrack until he found my other hungry hole. Now, like I said, I like sucking ass almost better than anything, and that's true. But the one thing I do like better is to have my horny ass fucked by a big cock - and fucked HARD! And I was sure, if there was a man who could fuck me the way I like it - THIS was the man!
As his fingers found my hole and began to explore inside, I let out a moan that seemed to cum from the depths of my soul.
"You like that, huh pig? You'd like to have your ass reamed by my big dick?"
"Oh, yes Sir!" I cried. "Please, Sir, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass hard, Sir! Shove your big cock up my horny sluthole! My hole needs to be fucked, Sir!
"Put your hands behind your back, pig!" he ordered.
I complied.
He then grabbed my wrists with one hand while he spit on his other hand and wiped it in the crack of my ass. He spit again and coated his cock with the spit. He lined up the huge head of his cock with my hole, and, with no warning, shoved the massive shaft up my ass all at once.
I screamed in pain! I wasn't used to this type of forced entry. It felt like rape! I was used to being fucked while jacking-off, but with my hands firmly held behind my back, I couldn't even think about getting to my dick. He left his cock all the way in my hole for a few minutes, allowing me to become used to it. Then he began to long-dick me, pulling the cock out until the head was almost out of my hole, and then shoving it back in all the way. After a few thrusts, he began to pick up not only speed, but power. Each thrust was harder than the last. He fucked me so hard, I was sure I'd have bruises on my ass cheeks from where his hips were pounding into me on each thrust. (I didn't.)
He reached above us to the wall switch to adjust the room's dimmed lights, bringing the room into full brightness. He then told me "Look to your right, pig! Watch you ass get used by a man!"
I looked where he told me. I had forgotten that two of the room's walls were covered with mirrors. They allowed me to watch as his cock relentlessly fucked my hungry hole. He fucked me for at least an hour, never pausing, never releasing my hands.
Finally, his rhythm became erratic and I knew he was about to flood my guts with his cum. As his cock began to throb and flood my guts with his hot load, my own cum spewed from the head of my dick and was quickly followed by a load of my own piss which followed uncontrollably behind my cum making a mess of the bed.
We collapsed onto the bed, him on top of me. He kept his cock in my ass and suddenly, I felt the warm wetness of his hot piss as it poured into my well-used hole. "Oh God! A piss enema!" I thought. My secret fantasy had come true! I had always wanted someone to use my ass as his toilet and piss up my ass, and now I had experienced it.
And, without warning, I suddenly began cumming again! With no more than 2 minutes between cums!
I was left completely exhausted and fulfilled. My Leather Master pulled his cock from my aching, abused ass and brought it around to my lips. "Clean your shit off my cock, pig!" I took the cock, smelling of my ass, his cum and his piss into my mouth and lovingly cleaned it.
After it was clean, the Leather Master put his cock back in his leather jeans, buttoned his pants and slapped my ass, one more time. "Well, that ought to hold you for a while, pig!" he said and strutted from my room.
And he was right. It held me for a while. Until the next time I saw him!
Copyright 1998 RimPig