Learning His Place

It was a slow night at the Hole, at least for a Saturday. Being bored and antsy, I had come hoping for some company. When it comes to leather I am neither fish or fowl. I like to hang out in the Leather Bars, more because the guys seem a bit more earthy, than the Dancing Queens and Twinks. Even if it's an act ,they feel more like the Rednecks I grew up with and lusted after.

Lucky for me, Uncle Joe was in residence. Uncle Joe was an older guy, maybe late fifties, early sixties. Pretty well preserved. Rough looking. Well off. Smart, witty and a huge flirt. He was also pretty much the Top Daddy in town. Although I had no intention of succumbing to his charm, I really did enjoy his company. His main Boy, Mark, was a sweet, quiet, interesting looking guy. We hooked up once, he is a total bottom boy. They had an open relationship. Uncle Joe had a few revolving boys, but only Mark stuck. Mark was working, and Uncle Joe was feeling restless too. So we laughed, flirted, joked, and drank. A few of the locals made their way over to chat for a while, then drifted away. Then He walked in.

First impression.....WOW! BIG! ROUGH!

He managed to saunter through the doors, during one of those small breaks in the buzz of conversation. Every head slowly turned to check him out and stayed locked on him. Tall. maybe six-three. Barrel chest and body. Huge arms and thighs. Not pretty, yet it was a fascinating face. Brown scruff, short buzzed hair. Broad features, big ears, heavy brows. Hairy. Leather Officer Hat, simple black bar vest over a white atheletic tank, tight faded worn jeans, Plain, wide black belt, big black work boots. I caught my breath, because he was like every big Farmer, Trucker and Jock fantasy rolled into one. If he had a big meaty ass to go with that barrel chest and thighs, I might have creamed in my jeans.

He bellied up to the bar, right between Uncle Joe and I, As Dave took his order, I leaned back to take a gander, and there it was, a big full ass crammed into those stretched taut, faded jeans.

I looked back to see Uncle Joe smirking at me. I narrowed my eyes, then shrugged. He knew I like the big boys. I was sure I was in for a bit of teasing, but hey, that's what my friends do.

Then he turned, still between us and leaned back on the bar. He kind of thrust his round package out in display. He looked me up and down, then he looked Uncle Joe up and down. " Doesn't your boy know enough to give up his seat for a man?" Indicating me with a glance over his shoulder. " Should be teaching him his place!"

I don't know who was more surprised, me or Uncle Joe! All I know is both our mouths were open in shock at his rude ass comment. Then comprehension set in and I snorted out a laugh. He thought I was Uncle Joe's boy! I looked around him to spy Uncle Joe fighting back chuckles.

Big Boy scowled at me. " Boy what are you laughing at?" I shrugged, " You, Asswipe!"

A menacing look came over his face. " What did you just call me?" " He called you an Asswipe, Asswipe!" Uncle Joe chimed in.

He turned his scowl on Uncle Joe. " Watch yourself Old Man, I don't take well to being ridiculed. If you can't keep your Boy contained maybe I can help."

Okay now, I could see Uncle Joe was getting riled. He was not used to being talked to in such a manner. Uncle Joe is a very respected member of our Gay Community. Back in the days when AIDS was decimating the community he was one of the first to stand up to fight. He fought ignorance, he fought hospitals and doctors who wrote off their patients. He raised both money and his voice in search of a cure. He sat by too many deathbeds, shouldered many a tear and when there was no one else, found a way to bury those who had noone else.

" Rusty is not my Boy, for your information. But I'd be proud to have him as mine! He is however my freind and I really don't appreciate your attitude!" Big Boy just waved him off like he didn't matter.

Me, I was angry by now. I narrowed my eyes at Big Boy, " Dude you are crossing so many lines right now........I think you should park your ass somewhere else." He raised his thick brows, " Or what Little Boy?" He smirked at me. " Maybe I ought to show you how a real man teaches Little Boys their manners."

I waved him off, " Whatever Asswipe." I turned to Uncle Joe. " I've had enough of Bozo the Clown, see ya later Uncle Joe!" I threw down a ten, for Dave, gave him a look that said watch out for Uncle Joe and got off my stool to leave.

And found my way barred by Big Boy. " I ain't done talking to you Boy," he snarled and grabbed my arm. I was so surprised, I just stood there mouth open, staring at him in shock. What was this guy's damage. How dare he waltz in and rudely accost us. Then he shook me by my arm and I instinctively reacted.

Almost unconsiously, I stomped on his foot and when he loosened his grip, I grabbed his hand on my arm, lifted his arm, pivoted under it, breaking his hold. Still gripping his hand I swung behind him forcing his arm up behind his back. I dropped both of my knees into the back of his knees, sending him crashing knee first to the floor. I forced his arm high, my hands putting pressure on the tendons of his hand. A hold even a big man would find difficult to break out of. He flailed at me with his free arm and I managed to snag it too, forcing both up high against his back in a punishing position. I shoved my crotch into his big ass, knocking him off his knees and used my body to pin him to the floor.

I was the victim of Child Abuse both physical and sexual. When I got out on my own I determined I would never be a victim again. When I could afford it , I took self- defense classes with a local sensei. I have taken classes on and off for about two years. He taught me the ways to take on a much bigger opponent. Plus, thinking I'm weak because I'm kind of scrawny is a mistake. My muscles are whipcord strong.

Cursing me out, he didn't stop fighting, trying to buck me off his broad back. My crotch was firmly lodged in the crack of his denim clad butt. Despite the gravity of the situation, my dick was getting hard from the struggling contact with his meaty ass grinding against it in his attempt to escape. As he continued to struggle, I eased my legs over his thighs to better hold him in place. I hooked my boots to the inside and used them to spread his legs apart, decreasing any leverage he might have. This forced my crotch even harder into his ass crack. I wasn't sure but I thought I heard Big Boy moan. And his ass grinding seemed to take on a diffrent quality. Almost like he was no longer fighting and was deliberatly grinding his ass into my crotch.

Just about that time ,the Bouncer came barrelling in from the front. All he saw was me apparently attacking a customer. He reached to pull me off the guy. He stopped when Uncle Joe belted out " Stop Earl" at the same time as Dave yelled for him to stop. He looked to Dave as I continued putting pressure on Big Boy's hand. " Rusty's just defending himself, Earl. That guy started it!"

Earl laid a heavy paw on my shoulder. " Let him go Rusty, I'll take care of this!" I nodded , released Big Boy's hand and stepped back quickly. Big Boy was all set to jump up but Earl held him down. " You are going to stand up and remain calm, or Dave is going to call the police." Big Boy tensed like he was going to object, but then nodded. Earl let him up, then looked to us for explanations.

After Uncle Joe and Dave told the story. Earl told Big Boy to get out and that he was banned from the Hole for a month. Longer if he didn't mind his attitude. Then he turned to me. " Sorry Rusty, rules are rules. No fighting, no exceptions. I'm going to have to ban you for a month too!" Uncle Joe protested. I waved him down. " No problem Earl, I understand."

Now,Uncle Joe didn't understand. He used his clout with the Community to boycott the Hole for the next month. He then used his clout with all of the bartenders of the gay bars against Big Boy. Big Boy found out just how small the Gay Community was, and just how respected Uncle Joe was. Bartenders of all of the bars ignored him as much as possible. When he complained, the Bar owners ignored him. The Leather Community pretended he didn't exist and any one who was caught hanging or worse going with him, found themselves shunned.

Being banned from the Hole was no big hardship. It's not like it was the only bar in town, Hell it wasn't even the only Leather Bar in town. When I heard about Uncle Joe and the Leather Community boycotting the Hole, I tried to reason with Uncle Joe. But he had that look in his eye, and I wasn't about to force the issue.

When my month was up, I got a mysterious e-mail from Uncle Joe. He wanted me to come down to the Hole for a special event. He didn't give me any particulars, just insisted I had to be there. Having no conflicts, I agreed........although curiosity was just about killing me.

I walked into the Hole that night to find it packed. Just about everyone in the Leather Community was there. I was surprised when my entrance caused the room to suddenly go silent and every eye focused on me.

Uneasy, I walked over to Uncle Joe and Mark. They were surrounded by Officers from the Leather Clubs, as well as some of the better known Leathermen. Uncle Joe pulled me in for a big hug."

He stood up then and addressed the crowd. " Time to get this event started." He laughed " Everyone in formation!"

Everyone in the room formed a circle. It was a tight fit , but I've known few Leather or Gay men who objected to being pressed up to another man. I looked at Uncle Joe in confusion. " Just roll with it Rusty" he whispered. Because I trusted Uncle Joe, I tried to relax.

" Let me introduce you to our Guest of Honor," Uncle Joe boomed. " Meet Brock!"

The Leather Men near the door parted and in walked Big Boy. Clad in nothing but an old jock strap and his black boots.

Too bad he was such an Asswipe, because to my mind he was a walking wet dream. He had the kind of big muscular body honed by hard heavy work and not the sculpted body of a gym rat. Hair coated his torso and his back. He didn't have an eight pack stomach but it wasn't covered in fat either. Kind of that rounded look, muscular guys get from lifting heavy loads, and not worrying about working their abs. And that big round ass was a sight to behold. It was so covered in dense brown hair it looked like fur. I couldn't help feasting my eyes on him.

Brock walked up to Uncle Joe and knelt in front of him, head down. Seeing him in that submissive posture, hardened my dick a little more. I looked up to see Uncle Joe grinning at me. Old Bugger looked like he could read my mind. I wrinkled my nose at him and gave him a questioning look. He just kept grinning and turned his attention to the rest of the bar patrons.

" Brock here, has seriously offended me and my Pal Rusty." He looked sternly at Brock. " Much might have been forgiven, if he hadn't launched an un provoked attack on Rusty." He gave me a nod. " Since then Brock has learned that his actions have consequences, that were not much to his liking!" Uncle Joe paused, probably for dramatic effect. " Brock found him self shunned by Our Community." He gave the top of Brock's head a hard glare. He grabbed Brock's head by the chin and lifted it until Brock was looking in his eyes. " Brock here has sued to make amends, right Boy?" Brock nodded his head, slightly hampered by Uncle Joe's grip. Joe looked up to look at the crowd of bar patrons. " I agreed to forgive him for his insults to me, if he did the task I ordered. Brock has agreed!"

He stepped back leaving Brock kneeling in the middle of the circle. " I told him I'd lift the shun, if he kissed the feet and the ass of every man in the place, tonight."

Everyone was silent for a moment, then whoops, jeers and laughter rang out. Uncle Joe held up his hands after a moment or two. As silence fell, he indicated Brock kneeling in just a jock and boots. " Told him how to dress for the occasion too!" More laughter rang out. I stole a look at Brock's face, he was biting his lip and his cheeks were bright red. My gaze dropped a bit lower and got a surprise. I was expecting a shriveled, humiliated penis and instead saw a growing presence in his tatty jock pouch. Could his humiliation be making Mr. Tough Top Guy excited?

Uncle Joe lifted Brock's face again and indicated the first man to his left. " Ready to make amends Boy?" he asked sternly. Brock reddened some more but gave an affirmative nod. Uncle JOe looked to the guy on his left. " After he kisses your boots, turn and drop your britches, so he can kiss your bare ass!"

Brock shuffled on his knees over to the man and bent over to kiss his feet. This had the effect of his big hairy ass spreading apart enough to show a glimpse of his hole hidden away between his cheeks. I felt my dick go full hard as I imagined parting those cheeks and using tongue fingers and my dick to probe his depths.

The man turned ,dropped pants and Brock dutifully dropped a kiss on each cheek.

Then he shuffled on his knees to the next man in line. He continued kissing feet and ass until he made the full circle of about 30 men.

Then he was back before Me and Uncle Joe. He went to Uncle Joe first, and performed his foot and ass duty. Then he was in front of me.

His tatty jock pouch was pointing straight out and wet with precum as he knelt before me. I was surprised that this so called Master was so turned on by his humiliation. Also to my surprise as he bent to kiss my feet, he didn't just kiss each one and move on. He actually lingered, kissing and licking at my western boots. I gave Uncle Joe a surprised look . Uncle Joe just shrugged and turned back to watch Brock clean my boots with his tongue.

When my boots were spit shiny, he reached his big mitts up to gently unbutton my 501s. When they were unbottoned he turned me around. When my ass was in front of his face, he eased my jeans down to expose my hairy ass. He placed a long lingering kiss on each cheek, then eased my jeans back up.

Brock eased back on his heels and looked up at me. " Forgive me Sir?" he asked. I nodded and told him to get up. He shook his head and remained kneeling, looking at me with a lost puppy look. Uncle Joe came to my rescue, " There is one more thing Brock agreed to, Rusty." I looked at Uncle Joe in question. " Since he had such bad manners, he has agreed that he needs to be punished. Consequently if you forgive him, you need to spank his ass before these witnesses, and he will have made his amends."

I scowled at Uncle Joe. I felt like I was being railroaded, and I considered refusing, just to spite the meddling Ole Bastard. Then my imagination took over the thought of slapping Brock's big hairy ass and my already hard dick made the decision for me. I gave Joe a curt nod and plopped down on a nearby chair.

Brock crawled over and draped himself over my lap, his hardon sliding over the denim of my thigh. I stared down at the forested mountains tilted up at my face. I couldn't help running my palm over the silk haired globes. I leaned over to quietly ask Brock. " How many did you agree to?" " One for each man in the bar." He whispered. I looked up to Uncle Joe. " How many guys are here?" "Thirty Three" he stated. I sighed. My hand was so gonna be sore by slap thirty three!

As each slap landed Brock counted it out loud. As his ass reddened, his breath quickened and his voice hoarsened. He began to arch his back to meet each hard slap that set his red butt cheek quivering. I could feel his fat hard dick jabbing me in the leg with each blow. Apparently Mr. Tough Guy liked getting his ass beat. Of course his squirming around on my hard dick had me all excited too. I was really tempted, despite our attentive audience, to spread those cheeks and finger the hole I caught a glimpse of now and again. I could see a few of the guys, rubbing their dicks , excited by the abuse I was laying on Brock's ass. A couple of the bottom boys were even rubbing their butts into various hard crotches.

My hand was stinging by swat thirty three. Brock lay panting across my lap, a sheen of sweat visible through the hair on his back. He slid from my lap to kneel on the dirty floor, leaving a long wet streak of precum ,that had leaked from his jock, on my jeans. Uncle Joe knelt down and helped him to his feet. He looked Brock in the eye and smiled. " Welcome to the Brotherhood Brock!" He yelled at Dave behinfd the bar. " Get our freind here a drink on me!"

With that everyone else bellied up to the bar, leaving me and Brock standing awkwardly looking at each other. " I guess you'll want to go put some pants on and get out of here." Brock gave me a sheepish smile and reached out to take my reddened hand in his big paws. " So are we even?" he asked. I smiled gently. " Yeah, we are even." He stood there a moment rubbing my hand in his mitts.

Then he looked shyly up at me. " Can we find a place to talk for a bit?

(To be continued)