Dreaming of Leather men

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Introduction - Dreaming of Leather men:
Benson Long got an unexpected lesson in domination from a Leather biker he met at the gym. Benny was into tough leather-wearing men. The young dude dreamed of one day emulating that look, but he did not have the guts to do so yet... until... 
This is an 8 part series describing the fun Benny had discovering his preferences.

Chapter 1. A leather introduction.

This Wednesday was a hot and sultry summer's day afternoon. I was reluctantly on my way to the judo classes I had been made to follow by my parents. They were on holiday for two long months, and my brother was back at his military base. So I had the place to myself.

My father, Doug Long, is a hardworking entrepreneur and a former navy man. He is the owner of several building- and property development firms. Mom, Eileen Long-Slith, is a head nurse on a children's ward in our local hospital. And my 7 years older brother, Mark Long, is the total opposite of me. He is very personable, big, muscular, and a cool jock. He is into anything military-related.

On the other hand, I am extremely shy and skinny with a hair-do that would not look bad on an emo guy. Thick lanky dark-blond hair hanging in layers over my scalp. And according to the people that tease me, I have a soft babyface-look about me. Because of it, I get bullied a lot. Simply because I usually just let them. That's in part due to the fact that my mother still buys all my clothes. And she has either no taste, no idea what guys my age wear, or she deliberately wants me to look like an innocent ten-year-old. 

By the way, I am Benson Robert Patrick Long. I am 17 years old, about to turn 18 in one month, and my current boyish look is not how I feel on the inside at all. But you can call me Ben or Benny if you like. Just don't call me boy or kid. As I said, I suffer from a debilitating shyness and utter lack of self-confidence or toughness. My parents had sent me to Judo classes hoping that it would help me gain some courage. Or at least teach me how to defend myself against the constant bullying.

"I know you don't want to go, Benson... But you got to toughen up and learn to defend yourself, son... It's for your own good!" had my father told me very sternly. A little over four years ago now.

Back then, I never understood the real reason for that unexpected action. My parents usually let my brother and me figure stuff out on our own. The only trouble was, these judo lessons did not seem to accomplish their intended goals. At least not in my mind. Not in the last place because I felt I only had learned how to fall without hurting myself in those four years. And I got dammed good at that.

I had never quite figured out why I was suddenly made to take these judo classes. I do believe it had something to do with my 7 years older brother Mark. He had enlisted in the army and was at boot camp when my father got an urgent phone call about him. I got sent to my room immediately. But instinctively, I knew something serious was going on that my mother franticly tried to shield me from. This was four and a half years ago now. Since then, I rode my bicycle once a week to Watermann's gym on the other side of town. I really did not like it but was just too soft-spoken to stand up for myself to do anything about it.

At the time of this story - about 4 years later - I am nearly 18 years of age. Despite my crippling shyness, I already had sex with two girls a few years earlier. The sex itself was okay. And yet, I felt something was missing there. That was because the excitement wasn't there for me. After some beers, I had gotten bold and screwed one during a high school party in the girl's bathroom. The other was a one-night-stand I had picked up at the local disco. I also had some experience jerking off with guys. Nothing extraordinary happened. Just a quick wank amongst buddies in the school showers.

Mark had shown an odd change in personality a few months after that fateful phone call. He got stationed near our hometown, so he was home quite often. My brother and I started to hang out much more when he managed to come home. No complaints there, then.
Before he got into the military, Mark and I had lived our separate lives. So this was quite the change. One that I actually loved. My older brother taught me a few things that relieved my shyness a little bit.

Mark loved to watch movies with me and let me cuddle right up to my big brother. He also let me borrow some of his much cooler clothes to our mother's utter dismay. Mark had even shared his private porn stash with me once I had turned sixteen. Together we looked at his dirty girly magazines. And we even secretly started jerking off together. Mark showed me how to get off. I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut about it. Liking the new bond with my older brother. I did not want to give that up for anything. The dude was my hero.

By that time, I figured that I would sooner do something with guys rather than with girls. And I think Mark knew that too. Although Mark had never let on that he did.
I could get off on slightly older dudes. You know the type; rough around the edges, big masculine physique, preferably wearing black leather, denim, and boots. Quite the opposite of me, so to say.

Biker-types and rockers in their mid-twenties got me horny as fuck. I so wished I had the nerve to wear tough outfits like theirs. But I feared I would not be able to pull off that look. I was just too scrawny for that, I had told myself. And what would my mother or father say about it if I did? They would surely think I was gay or something. And I was not ready to admit to them that I had a thing for men. Heck, I wasn't even prepared to admit to myself that I was probably queer.

Anyway, the only reason I still took that judo class was that I - more often than not - could spot a few macho bikers cruising around. I had even started to take a slight detour on my way to the gym. It took me past some biker bars on the more seedy side of town. This Wednesday, I was out of luck. None of these studs were hanging around their usual spots. I guess it was too hot for full leather. So I directed my bicycle back toward the gym.

That's when I saw him, a black leather-wearing muscle hunk. Riding his mean machine past me. When he drove up, I heard him throttling down. Slowing his bike when he moved next to me. Our eyes locked for a moment. The masculine stud gave me a most engaging and horny smirk. This fucker even butchly grabbed his crotch. Showing me the outline of the big man-meat in his skintight leather jeans. Soon the biker sped up and drove away from me again. However, I noticed he kept his eyes on me in his handlebar mirrors. Flipping me the bird as he rode away from me.

Was this guy for real? None of the guys I ever secretly admired had ever given me any attention at all. But this was quite rude. Even though I did like the attention that he had given me. It had instantly gotten me hard. And that was difficult to hide in my thin cotton judo pants. You see, before I left home, I had already changed into my gear. You need to know that communal changing rooms and I did not mix well either. So I only had to take off my shirt and put on my judo coat when I got to the gym.

My jockstrap had gotten uncomfortably tight around my boy-toy. By that time, my heart was beating like crazy. The masculine biker had indeed done a number on me. He had turned me on as I had never been before. I lost sight of him when he suddenly turned right a little further up the street. Just before he did, I saw him looking over his shoulder in my direction again. I turned bright red. It felt as if every passerby was looking straight at me as I sped up toward the biker. Desperately wanting to see him again. Arriving on the same corner of Pride Street, I suddenly realized that I was already nearly at the gym. To my great surprise, the leathered hunk had parked his motorcycle at the gym as well.

Placing my bike in the bicycle rack, I saw - out of the corner of my eye - the tough guy getting his gym bag from the buddy seat. Unknowingly I must have stared a little too long at the 30-something hot biker. But I so fucking loved the outfit he was sporting. A classic black leather biker jacket. Over a smooth, naked, immensely brought muscled chest. Tight leather jeans over notably pointy black cowboy boots with sharp gleaming metal points. He had a thick silver chain around his strong neck. His bleached spiky hair and his manly stern face had a thick 3-day well-trimmed stubble. In short, he was wearing everything I had ever hoped to own someday. But had been too chicken to even dream about.

"What the fuck are you looking at, kid!... Am I wearing something of yours?" shouted the biker semi gruffly.
"Huh?... I wish I was... You look really hot," I sheepishly whispered. The words were out before I knew it.
"What was that?..." asked the biker with a grin on his face.
"Sorry... I said it's really hot." I lied.
"That's right, boy... It is pretty hot... And by the look at your bulge, so are you fucker," grinned the biker hornily, "... But I asked you... Do you like what you see?"
"Yes, sir... I do... I wish... I wish I was more brav..." I started to say but did not dare finish.
"So, you like looking at leather men, boy?... Or is it that you would like to see what's hiding underneath, dirty fucker?"

I sheepishly nodded at the biker. Feeling my face blush again. The butch biker laughed and asked, "... Don't you have any leather of your own, kid?"
"Oh... no!" I answered a little too quickly, "... I don't think I can pull off that look, sir... I think I would walk around with a hard-on all day if I did."
"Ha!..." laughed the hunk sharply, "... I do like a dude who knows what he wants... and likes what he sees... Let's get inside, and I'll even let you try on my biker jacket if you want... I'd bet you'd love to see how that looks on you, kid!"

The nearly 30-year-old hunk grabbed me by my shoulder and pushed me into the gym. The biker guy signed in for his workout and me for my judo lesson.
"You better hurry up, Ben," said the gym's owner Hank Watermann to me. "You're running late!... Get changed, boy!... Your lesson is about to start." The gym's owner handed the biker a set of keys with a dirty wink. It came across as a little odd, but I thought nothing further of it. The biker grabbed me firmly by the neck and guided me past the reception and the gym's bar.

Together, the leather-clad muscle god and I walked over to the boy's changing rooms. I gallantly held the door to the changing room hallway open for him. Between you and me, that was just so I could look at his sexy leathered ass. Nonetheless, the leather man was quite pleasantly surprised by it. Once the door had slammed shut behind me, the biker abruptly stopped walking and turned around. He stretched out his hand and shook mine firmly.

"Hi, I am Jeff... and you are?..." he asked quite sweetly.
"Oh yeah... Hello sir... I am Ben, sir."
"Fuck, man... you do have great manners, boy... I like it when boys like you treat men like me with the proper respect." Instead of letting go of my hand, he guided it toward his stiffening member. My eyes had obviously focused on that spot a little too intently. "... Go on, touch it... I know you want to... don't you, boy?" grinned Jeff dirty as he cupped my hand over his dick, "... That's it, have a good feel of that rod... Don't be shy, Benny... Why don't you come workout with me, rather than that boring judo lesson?... I think I can teach you a thing or two you need to learn." The biker let go of my hand. But I did not remove mine from Jeff's leathered crotch. The feeling of Jeff's hot manhood was amazing. My cupped hand was stroking the shaft outline up and down the kinky leathers.

My eye's widened when he suddenly grabbed me around the throat and pushed me brutally up against the hallway wall. His face moved menacingly toward me, and Jeff meanly whispered in my ear, "... I knew it!... You are gay, aren't you?... You are going to serve me, kid!... I will teach you all you need to know... Do your best, and I might even fuck your tight boy-cunt open, bitch!"

In utter shock, I let go of his swelling cock-bulge. "I... I can't do that... I... I really don't know how, sir... And even if... I have a lesson to get to," I stuttered severely. It was the nasty tone in the biker's voice that made me back off. Even though my gut told me that I needed Jeff to teach me his nasty lessons. Somehow I did not fear him. He was just a little too heavy-handed from the get-go. The tough biker threateningly pulled his arm back, balled his fist, and punched. Jeff did not hit me. But his fist connected intimidatingly hard with the hallway wall right beside my face.

"Hmmm... Fuck it then!... It's your loss, boy... But, I must say that I am a little bit impressed with you, though... You didn't even flinch... Most little guys like you would have run away well before now... You must be really into big guys like me, aren't you?" asked Jeff as he dropped the intimidating tough-guy act. Although I did not know it at the time, Jeff had actually taught me something that would come in handy later on.

Jeff followed me into one of the larger communal changing rooms. Peter was the only other guy left in there. The foul-mouthed red-head cocky dude was in my judo class as well. Even though he was quite a few years older than me. Getting ready for our lesson. Peter watched the leather-clad bodybuilder and me as we walked inside. I put my gym bag in one of the open wooden lockers and took my judo-coat out.

Jeff, meanwhile, had sat down to remove his cowboy boots. Peter watched the biker intently. Jeff unzipped the inside zippers of his pants. They turned out to be chaps rather than leather jeans. Ripping the snaps on the front lose, the leather chaps dropped onto the bench behind him. Revealing the leather gym shorts Jeff was wearing underneath. The shorts had an odd zipper all the way from the front to the back. And the outline of Jeff's still semi-hard nearly 10-inch long throbbing man-meat was clearly visible in them.

"What are you hiding in those fuck pants, man?..." asked Peter rudely. Before he had finished, the cocky dude had regretted saying anything. Jeff had jumped up in anger, took three quick steps toward Peter, and released the monster from the kinky leather gym shorts. Jeff grabbed his cock around its base and Peter around the neck. Forcing him to his knees and pointing the throbbing tool straight into the frightened face of the not-so-cocky-anymore Peter.

"Do you really think you can handle this, bitch?... Do you!... Not so brave now... Are you?" asked Jeff meanly, "... I am going to fuck your throat with this if you open your dirty mouth again, bitch!... Do you hear me, slut?" said Jeff threateningly to Peter. He looked over his shoulder, grinning at me. I was looking mesmerized at the big juicy balls swinging free between the bodybuilder's legs.

"That kid is much braver than you, bitch!... At least he knows how to show me proper respect!... And he is not afraid to look at my junk either!"
Peter shut his eyes tight as Jeff pressed his dick rudely against the boy's trembling lips. "Get lost, fucker!... All talk, but no guts... Loser!" said Jeff meanly as he kicked the kneeling asshole gruffly onto the changing room floor.

I have never seen a guy scramble to get away as fast as Peter did. It was quite comical. Slowly Jeff turned back toward me, and he laughed meanly. "Come here, kid... Don't worry about it, Ben... Nothing is going to happen that you don't want to happen... But I think we both know what it is that you want... Don't we, Benny?" said Jeff, wiggling his dick in my direction.

We stood there, looking each other up and down for a long time before I answered the man.
"Well, Jeff..." I said, a little braver now, "... It's clear what you want... But I really doubt that you know what I need... And besides that, you're way... way too big for me, Jeff!" I said. Looking at the tremendously long cock pointing straight at me.
"So it's Jeff now?... No more, sir?..." laughed Jeff as he strolled over to my locker. "What is it that you want, Benny?..." asked the huge bodybuilder softly.

Without thinking about it, I answered, "A guy... some tough guy like you perhaps... that will teach me all about gay sex... preferably in leather... without hurting me... or abusing me," I said in one breath. Adding, "... Someone that knows how far he can go with a young guy like me... But this seems neither the place nor the time, now... Does it, Jeff?... Anyone can walk in on us!... And I am not ready for that, Jeff!... Besides, it's only your leather gear that intrigues me the most... And you promised I could try on that butch jacket of yours!" I let out a whimpering sigh as I stroked Jeff's leather jacket and looked down at his long cock. Jeff let me do that.

"You know... It's quite rare that I meet a young guy like you that's this openly into leather gear," he said quietly after a while. Jeff was clearly a little impressed by my answer. "... But you have to know that tough leather men like me need to play rough... We like nothing better than to dominate bitches like you, Benny... So either you get brave and play dirty... Or you find someone else to..." started Jeff to say. But I stopped him in his tracks.

"Now... Hold on one god damned fucking moment there, buster!" I said harshly. Even surprising myself with the daringly rude tone of voice I managed to muster. "... You approached me!... You want sex with me... not the other way around, dude!" I was quite angry when I said it. Ready to chalk this whole thing up as a bad job. Even to walk away from him.

Jeff just smiled and looked me in the eye. He gestured that he wanted me to hug him. So I did. We stepped closer, and I felt his strong arms pull me close to him.
"I am sorry, Benny... You're right... And I did promise you could try on this leather jacket... Now, let's see how this jacket looks on your ass." 

Jeff pushed off my judo-coat. It dropped to the floor behind me. In one fell swoop, he took off his classic biker jacket and swung it around me. I stuck my arms in it as Jeff pulled it up over my shoulders. He laughed as he flipped up the collar and zipped the jacket up partway. The jacket's weight, along with the leather scent, its look on me, and the feel, gave me goosebumps.
"Fuck, boy!... Whoever said you can't pull off that look is a liar!... Granted, this jacket isn't your size... but you look so fucking cool right now that I could split your ass in two!"

I looked incredulously at Jeff. He promptly twirled me around and pushed me in front of the large changing room mirror. Pressing his brought chest to my back. Letting his hot cock ride my butt. "Look for yourself, Ben... You're a hotty!... Very fuckable indeed, dude," sighed Jeff as one of his hands slid down the front of the leather jacket and into my jockstrap. He took hold of my dick and lifted it free. Jeff stroked it inside the judo-pants for a while. As we both watched us standing in front of the mirror. I dropped all my inhibitions. Even letting my head rest against his tattooed chest as he jerked me off vigorously.

Suddenly I heard a noise from the gym beside the changing room. It abruptly brought me back to my senses. Scared stiff of being discovered like this, I whispered to Jeff, "... Dude, not here!... Anyone can walk in on us!"

"I take it you do like to fuck around with me a little then, Benny?" Jeff asked, hopefully.
"Yeah, maybe... But let's just go somewhere else, please." I nervously whispered back.
Jeff laughed knowingly and said, "Hold on, I know the perfect spot... and we'll be back before your class ends... No one needs to know, dude."

Jeff stuffed his softening dick back into the leather shorts and zipped them closed again. He picked up his leather chaps, boots, and gym bag. Placing a powerful hand on his leather jacket, still covering my shoulders. Jeff pushed me in front of him down the hallway. We went around a corner, out of sight of the locker rooms and showers. Jeff unlocked a thick, sound-proved door at the very back with Hank's keys. The muscle hunk took a few steps down to the basement. Then Jeff turned toward me.

"Are you coming, or not?... Get your ass down here, kid!... You and I are going to have some 'fun' together."
I hesitated a bit longer. The tone Jeff had taken was quite ominous. And my skin curled every time he called me kid. But the excitement and lust for this leather hunk got the better of me. So I followed Jeff down the long stairs. It led to a deep bunker-like basement room. Down at the bottom of the steps, there was a landing with another locked door. This door was padded as well. Jeff pulled me inside and pushed me out of his way. He locked the door behind us, not with the keys but with a heavy lock-bolt.

Shyly I looked around the dirty room. It was very dingy. It smelled funky as well, like an uncleaned sweaty changing room. There was a section that was used for the boiler and some general storage. In the middle of the room stood a grubby black massage table. It had black leather belts and thick ropes hanging off it. As if the table was used to tie people down to it as well.

The dimly lit dark gray rough concrete walls had lewd graffiti messages written all over them with permanent markers. There were even some faded images of cum dribbled wrestlers and naked kickboxers stuck to them.
One enlarged photo, in particular, had grabbed my attention. A young man my age had been tied to a massage table. Not unlike the one in this room. 

He screamed in severe pain as several butch leather men fucked, spanked, and came all over him without any mercy. I feared the worst. Was this my destiny? Was Jeff going to do this to me too? He would not, would he? I promised myself I would be braver than the kid in the picture. But also that I was not going to let Jeff stuff my ass with his 10-inch cock. Not in a million years. And yet, I wished he did. Well, sort of.

Against one wall stood a low wooden bench, like the ones in the gym's locker rooms. It had shelves above it. Whips and paddles were hanging off it. And I think I saw some huge black dildos lying on top too. On them stood assorted oil- and lube bottles and other things, like black latex gloves and first aid stuff.

The entire back wall was covered by a thick black floor-to-ceiling curtain. I did not understand what it was hiding. By that time, my brain was going a million miles an hour. Imagining the worst. I did not even want to know what lay behind that curtain either. Fearing I had made a horrible mistake coming down here with this way too big, butch, leather-wearing bodybuilder. And yet...

Meanwhile, Jeff had taken off his leather shorts and put his cowboy boots and chaps back on. His big dick was framed beautifully by the leather chaps. Jeff started to flex every muscle group of his upper body. Showing off for me. Licking his taut biceps lustfully. Man, this fucker looked exceptionally macho. Just like the dream guy I'd hoped to meet someday. I could not believe my luck. But I did not dare move either. I was standing rooted to the ground in fear, with my hands clasped in front of my boy-toy. Still dressed in my judo-pants and that bloody cool leather biker jacket of Jeff's.

"Come here, boy!..." commanded Jeff in a soft voice. He gestured at me with two fingers off his flexed masculine arm. He motioned for me to join him. With the other hand, he pointed to a spot just in front of his cowboy boots. I very shyly walked to the place he had suggested. My gaze was fixed firmly on the ground. 

When I finally stood facing Jeff, he asked, "Are you nervous, Benny?"
"Yes, sir... That I am... I have never done this before," I answered, barely auditable. But Jeff just gave a small chuckle and lifted my chin up.
"Don't worry about it, kid... I'll show you... Just listen closely to me... It will be fine!... I have done this before," said Jeff reassuringly. But with an oddly dirty grin.

He let his hands wander over the leather jacket, still covering my arms and chest for a bit. Then he gave me a most lovely tiny kiss, right on the lips and with a little tongue. It made me shiver. And again, he gave me the softest kiss Jeff could manage. Jeff took full control. And I liked that he did. I would not have known where to begin.

We stood there, touching our upper bodies and kissing each other intently. Every wet and sloppy kiss a little longer than the previous one. At some point - I had lost all track of time - Jeff placed two hands around the back of my head. He pulled me in and started to lick my face all over. Driving his tongue persistently into my mouth. I had tongue-kissed a few people in my nearly 18 years of age, but this was something completely different. This was much more intense - and a heck of a lot rougher - now that Jeff had taken complete hold over my head. I started to moan, and the masculine hunk groaned a little in lust. Holding on to him for dear life as he penetrated my mouth with his juicy tongue. His dick pressed hard to my bulge as he ground it up and down.

I jumped a little when I felt one of his hands disappear down the back of my judo pants. It slid between my buttocks. Jeff played with my rose-butt a little. He was still holding me tight, whispering encouraging words between kisses. Telling me to relax my clenched butt-cheeks and to let him enter.

That was a bit difficult since I stood on tippy-toes to be able to kiss Jeff. With his boots on, he was at least a head taller than me. So, when I spread my legs and stood firmly on the ground, Jeff had to bend his knees a little to play with my asshole again. That had the nice effect that I could lay my head on his brought shoulder. With one hand, Jeff spread my butt-cheeks apart. With the other, he went up and down it. Letting his index- and middle finger twirl around my sweaty backdoor. Spanking the rose-butt a little while he did so.

"Fuck, boy... You got a nice firm ass, man!... I can't wait to gape you open..." grunted Jeff nastily into my ear.
"Ha... Yeah, right!... Forget it!... You're not going to stick that monster up there, Jeff... My hole can't handle that yet!" I shouted a little too harshly at him. Surprising even myself.
"Scream all you like, bitch... Your ass is all mine now!... And no one will hear you down here anyway!" said Jeff sinisterly.
He added jokingly, "Shit... You're pretty when you are angry, though... We'll make a kinky top out of you yet... Ha ha ha," he laughed brutally.

Jeff grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked my head off his shoulder. Driving the lewd fingers that had been swirling around my asshole rudely into my surprised open mouth.
"Lick those fingers nice and wet," instructed Jeff as he nearly gagged me with them. The alpha top took his fingers out, gurgled, and spit straight down my open mouth. Even before I could protest, Jeff rammed half his hand down my mouth again.

"I said, make them wet, kid!... I am going to lube your hole with them." Jeff looked pretty stern at me when he informed me of his rude intentions. So I just did what he said. Mixing my own saliva with his spit. I slobbered over the 4 fingers Jeff had thrust deep into my mouth. Making them as wet as I could. Jeff liked this very much.
"That's right, boy... Just do as you're told..."

Jeff took them out, spit on the glistening fingers once more, and ordered me to drop my judo-pants. He even threateningly told me to be quick about it. Again I complied sort of willingly. Loving the brutal instructions of this top. But still wondering what he was going to do next. I did not have to wait very long for the answer. Before my judo-pants had even entirely dropped around my ankles, I felt Jeff's middle finger disappear where the sun doesn't shine. 

The wet wad of spit made it go in reasonably easy. Though I squealed like a little pig anyway. Not that this bothered Jeff in the slightest. He actually seemed to enjoy my little screams of agony as he started to finger fuck my hole open. First, with a bit of one finger. But after another quick spit down my crack, more fingers followed. And not just one digit, no, Jeff drove two entire fingers deep up my asshole. Making them tickle my prostate as he thrust them roughly in and out. After a while, my ass started to feel really wet. Not a bad feeling at all, I told myself. My eyes were rolling as he hit the right spot, time after time.

I started to play with Jeff's huge cock a little. Stroking the tool with long soft strokes. At first, Jeff seemed to take no notice of this. He was having way too much fun tormenting my boy-cunt with his fingers.
"Attaboy!... grab that rod a little firmer, kid... Make me nice and hard, bitch..." grunted Jeff after a while. I guessed I did a good job because Jeff's attention moved from my ass to his stiffening dick. "You can go a little rougher than that, boy... It won't bite!" joked Jeff. 

He grabbed my hand off it and dribbled a thick wad of spit into it. "Stroke it like you mean it, Benny!" ordered Jeff replacing my wet hand on his long cock. I had straightened up a bit more and slid my hand over the entire shaft and cockhead. Hard and heavy. And that was just what the doctor ordered. Before long, Jeff's cockhead started to lube itself with pre-cum. He began tonguing my mouth again as I jerked him off.

"Shit, boy... I am going to stuff this thing so deep inside that tight ass of yours!" exclaimed a well-excited Jeff. Panting hard and breathing heavy into my ear. Grabbing onto my ass with both hands.
I released the fuck-tool instantly and took a step back. "Like hell you are!... That thing is NOT going anywhere near my ass, dude!... I already told you... You're way too big for me!... And no is NO!"

Jeff bitch-slapped my face, grabbed my neck, and forced me to my knees. "Suck on it then!... You disobedient piece of shit!"
"Now then... that's something we can do... You don't have to be rude about it, though, Jeff," I said daringly.
Again he slapped me around the ears. "Don't you dare talk back to me, kid... Suck on that big dick... That will shut you up for a while... Little bitch!"

I grabbed hold of the big cock and sniffed it. Looked up at Jeff and stuck my tongue out to lick it. Tasting my first bit of pre-cum. I savored it for a while. Liking the taste on my lips very much so.
"Go on... Open that nasty mouth, Benson!... and take that cock-head inside you, kid... Good boy!... Just like that, kid... Now suck on it... and use that filthy tongue to lick around it... Oh yeah... Attaboy!... There you go!... You're a fucking natural... Suck me off!... Are you sure you haven't done that before?... I bet you and your brother do that all the time!" said Jeff as he watched me on my knees between his leather-clad legs. One of my hands on his shaft, the other stroking the kinky chaps, and my lips lustfully appreciating the man-meat between them.

However, the wisecrack about my brother did not go unnoticed by me either. And how the fuck did this dude know I was called Benson? I had not told him that!
And thoughts slowly were starting to form. Nasty thoughts. About this being all a setup. Questions about Mark, my older brother, and this leather-wearing muscled hunk that had taken an unexpected liking to me, a complete nobody.
"Fuck it... I am NOT a nobody... I'll show him!..." said my inner voice resolutely to me.

Jeff sensed that something was up. He rudely pushed me off his dick with a plop. "Lick my boots, boy!... You need to learn your place!... Between my knees!... Get those fucking cowboy boots clean!... Give them a spit shine with your filthy tongue... I want to be able to see my cock reflected on them!" ordered the out-of-control Jeff. Shouting himself horse, at my trembling body, on the dirty floor, in front of him.

I wasn't sure if this was part of the play or if he was actually mad as shit at me. Remember that I had never been dominated like this before in my life. But I sort of liked it, nevertheless.

Again Jeff had unknowingly given me another clue. That bit about spit shine was something Mark had brought up a few times as well. Although the context in which it was said was quite different then. And Jeff did not seem to notice that I was slowly putting one and one together.
I was glad that Jeff had not noticed anything. He just instructed me to keep on licking. Ordering me to clean the knife-sharp silver points on the boots. Threatening me playfully to kick me in the teeth with them if I did not do as I was told.

But I sort of liked the exciting brutality of it all. Hoping that Jeff would not really do any permanent damage to me. After he menacingly wiggled the tip of one of his cowboy boots between my lips, Jeff ordered me to worship his leather chaps as well. I twirled my tongue over the leather. God, this was such a lovely feeling. Working myself up toward his crotch. Deeply sniffing up the scent of the leather. Nearly letting myself get high on the intoxicating odor. When I was almost at the top, Jeff kick me roughly back down. Not letting me suck his dick again. 

The heel of his cowboy boot pressing me flat on my back. He meanly ordered me to do the other pant-leg first. I obediently did as instructed. Happily, I set to work on the other leg as well. I could not get enough of the feel and the scent of the leathers anyway. Earning me some nice compliments from the otherways stern alpha top. As a reward for worshiping his leather, I got a few slaps in the face with the impressively big man-tool.

"Suck it, boy!... Get me off... That's it, take it down that filthy little faggot mouth of yours, Benny... Suck it properly... Go down on it!... Take it all the way... Oh... Fuck yeah, that's it, kid... Nice and deep now... Hold it down... HOLD IT!..." Jeff had twisted his hips back and pushed me off his thing with a plop. I took a sharp breath in and felt Jeff thrust forward again. Jeff had seemed very impressed by the way I had sucked him down deep.

He was now pomping my mouth as if it was a sloppy wet cunt. Jeff was quite rude about it too. The only thing I was glad about was that his colossal member wasn't rock-hard. So I could take quite a lot of it down in one gulp.

He had grabbed me under my chin and on top of my head to skull fuck me hard and deep. Jeff did not care if I was enjoying myself. This wasn't about teaching me anymore. It was all about Jeff's pleasure now. And the leather biker was fucking loving the absolute control he had over me. Not that I wasn't. I would have happily let him cream my throat right then and there. But Jeff had other things in mind.

Jeff grinned meanly down at me as he gave me a few harsh love taps on the cheek with his 10-pounder. While I sat there gasping for breath and spitting the copious amounts of drool on the floor. Jeff picked up his gym bag and slammed it onto the massage table behind me. He rummaged in it a bit. Pulling a small black dildo, a bottle of lube, and some thin leather police gloves from it.
I looked at the dildo and got mad and excited at the same time. Had I not told him he was not going to fuck me? And yet, that dildo wasn't looking that bad at this point. It wasn't that long, and the girth was a little thinner than that of my own 7.5-inch dick.

When I looked back at Jeff, he had put on a tough-looking metal-studded cockstrap around his cock and balls. He also wore thin leather police gloves. And was demonstrating a sturdy black leather-tipped riding crop. Whipping it manically in the palm of his other gloved hand. Imitating the sound that the whip would be making on my body. The foul look on his face was telling. Jeff was going to enjoy himself at my cost. This look was positively intimidating. But I defiantly thought to myself, "... yeah, right, buster... One hit with that thing, and I am out of here!"

Apparently, Jeff could read minds. He slammed the whip on the table and grabbed a thick black leather pillow off it instead. Jeff tossed it onto the ground and ordered me to lay my back on it and my head over the edge of it. This was a bit odd to me, but again I complied - sort of - willingly. When I had positioned myself, Jeff kneeled on one knee behind my head. His dick dangled over my forehead when he bent over a bit more. Grabbing me by the back of my neck.

"Swallow it, boy!... I am going to throat fuck your pretty baby-face... That's it... Open that throat for me!... Let me in there, Benny!... Open wider, kid!... I am going to fuck that faggot throat if you don't let me in your ass, bitch!"
I sputtered and gagged on Jeff's fuck-tool when he thrust it deep inside. But he didn't care. He just meanly laughed at my inexperience.

"Mind those fucking teeth, boy... Open wide and swallow... You little fuck-toy!" grunted Jeff as he plowed my mouth. His breathing was very dirty now. Muttering obscenities, I had only heard before in my brother's nastier porn movies. Jeff fucked my mouth very deep. But he stopped every now and then to let me catch my breath or to swallow my spit.

After a while, Jeff repositioned. Putting himself in sort of a pushup position over me. He stretched the waistband of my jockstraps down. Hooking it under my balls. Jeff took my boy-toy into his own mouth. Sucking me off something incredible. I had never been sucked off this intense as Jeff was doing. Having a hard time not shooting my pent-up load into this brutal muscle god's filthy mouth. Jeff also licked my nut sack. Even sucking the balls into his mouth where his tongue lustfully played with them. Making me moan with a mouth full of his deep, thrusting cock.

Jeff twisted my ass into the air. Hooking my legs behind his strong arms. After spitting against my backdoor, he flicked his wet tongue over my asshole. I really could not withstand this godly feeling. With my eyes rolled into the back of their sockets, I was now totally in seventh heaven. The muscular god had instructed me to relax my boy-cunt. I did that as good as I could, resulting in Jeff sliding his hot wet tongue deep into the rose butt. Jeez, what a lovely feeling was this! What Jeff was doing down there with his tongue was nothing short of miraculous.

Apparently, my entire body had finally fully relaxed because suddenly Jeff's nearly 10-inch cock had disappeared all the way down my throat. His balls were slapping against my nose. And he was audibly enjoying that skull fuck very much. A little too much, actually. He forgot to let me breathe. So when I started to gag on it, and my throat contracted, I made him come so fucking hard. Jeff pulled out and made a mess of it. Jeff's jizz was spritzing in thick streams into my mouth, over my entire face, his leather jacket, and my front. I had never seen or heard someone come this long or that hard before.

I had to swallow a few times to catch my breath. But I fucking loved the taste of his man-spunk. The fact that I had made a man come in my mouth made me feel proud and extremely dirty at the same time.

The bodybuilder was less impressed. He angrily rolled me over, grabbing the belt around the back of the leather jacket. He lifted me straight up off the basement floor with one arm. He dumped my filthy body onto the massage table and pinned me down. Spanking my ass hard for minutes. I had managed to undo the jacket's belt and its zipper. Jeff had not noticed this. He was too busy grabbing the bottle of lube and flipped the top open. A thick drizzle of lube disappeared between my buttocks. Followed by the black dildo. Even though I protested, I could not help feel the thing painfully stretching my sphincter open. Jeff's maniacal deep booming laughter filled the room as I screamed my head off.

Damn, that was painful even with the copious amount of lube the biker had used. I wasn't ready for it. I did not even want it, at least not like this. I had always hoped that my first time with a guy was a heck of a lot more gentile. And this was anything but. The worst part of it was that I could not move. Jeff had pressed his forearm onto my back. Pinning me firmly down on the massage table. He screwed the black dildo in and out of my ass.
Thinking back on it, I actually did not mind the dildo penetrating my virgin ass one bit. That was sort of nice. Jeff slowly made it disappear up my rear-end. Taking his time with it. Happily listening to me, screaming like a little girl and cursing like a sailor on shore-leave.

Jeff made his move when he felt my hole relax and thought it was lubed enough. Thinking my boy-cunt was sufficiently stretched open for him. He stood behind me and slammed his raging hard cock against my buttocks a few times. Laughing maniacally all the time. Jeff bent over me. His full body weight was now pinning me to the table. Licking the back of my neck and whispering, "... You are going to get fucked now, kid... and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it!... Little bitch, your ass is mine now!... You hear me?... Let's see if you scream as much as your brother did when I stuffed my cock up his ass... The grunt bled for days after..."

I felt Jeff's hot hard manhood riding up and down my butt-crack now. His breathing was uncontrolled, and his words were punctuated for the most intimidating effect.
"... so that was it..." I thought angrily. I was finally figuring out what this nasty alpha top had to do with my older brother, Mark. This guy must have been in the army as well. Praying on innocent young men. Jeff probably was some kind of asshole drill sergeant that took his job title too literally. Drilling all the new recruits, he could lay his grubby hands on.

While I thought all of that, Jeff had penetrated my outer ring with his cockhead. Although I had expected him to brutally slam all of the 10-inches down in one go at that point, he did not. Jeff was actually letting me get used to the hot throbbing cock. He left it sitting there, just inside my sphincter. Pulling it out after a while before forcing it to stretch my asshole open again. Jeff repeated the procedure a couple of times.

Then Jeff pulled out entirely and gruffly kicked my legs apart with his cowboy boots. Pulling my ass further back over the edge of the massage table. He squirted even more lube straight down my hole. It was actually quite soothing as it felt like he nearly emptied the entire bottle inside my ass. The dildo disappeared inside again with one swift, steady motion. Jeff fucked the dildo up and down for a few moments. Distributing the lube deep inside my gut. When he pulled it out all the way, I braced myself.

Now perfectly still and composed, I just lay there with my ass in the air. Anticipating the coming onslaught. My stomach lay resting on the narrow massage table. With my hands clasped around some of the metal tubes underneath the other side of it. Waiting for this leather-clad alpha top to brutally take my virginity, as Jeff had undoubtedly done to so many boys like me before.

Jeff had grabbed hold of the belt over the back of the leather jacket. As if he was taking the reins of some bucking horse. Hovering a few inches behind me. His long cock pressed threateningly against my virgin boy-cunt. Ready for the plunge. This time he was actually going for it. I could feel his whole body tensioning up like a coiled spring as I frantically thought of ways to avoid the inevitable. Jeff was really going to play hide-the-sausage. No remorse, No mercy. Straight up my gut fucking me as hard and as rude as he had planned from the start.

Luckily for me, things turned out a little differently than Jeff had planned for. I took a dive over the other side of the table. Right at the moment that this brutal fucker tried to score a hole-in-one, at my expense. 

Jeff was left holding the empty biker jacket in his hands as I did a barrel-role off the table, sliding onto the ground beyond. The dirty asshole had painfully slammed his own cock and balls against the metal edge of the massage table instead. As I slipped out of Jeff's dirty leather biker jacket, Jeff had been unable to stop his mean thrust forward. He stumbled and had no hold over my body. My legs even connected painfully with Jeff's face during my narrow escape onto the floor.

I had landed right next to my judo-pants. I grabbed it. Feeling oddly naked without the fucking cool biker jacket over my shoulders. As I made for the door, I shouted back at Jeff, "For someone that likes to be in control, you loos it quite easily!... Now, who's the LOSER here?... Jeff, I told you not to fuck me... Apparently, the lesson on listening has not sunk in with you, now has it?... Besides, you can't afford to fuck me... You need to get me a full leather outfit if you want in my ass!... You little pervert!" I screamed at the squirming body wriggling in agony on the dungeon floor. Clasping his blue balls with both his leather-gloved hands.

I flipped the lock-bolt of the dungeon door open and ran upstairs. Two steps at a time. Hiding in one of the toilets next to the shower block. Feeling dirty, used, and tormented. Yet also oddly satisfied and butch. Yes, even a little proud of myself for standing up to someone as brutal as Jeff.

I wanted to talk to my brother about the whole experience. Thinking that Mark would be able to understand what I was feeling. I surely could not go to my parents with this. Look what happened to Mark and me when he told them about his experience with Jeff Skyler at boot camp. I was sure I had figured it all out. Mark had gotten cruelly used by this fucker too. I even wondered if Mark was as straight as he let on.

After I had calmed myself down, I took a quick shower to wash off - something I normally did at home after the judo lessons. I went back to the changing room. Carefully checking to see if my classmates were still there. Everyone had already left. The judo class had finished 10 minutes before. Luckily Jeff was nowhere to be seen either. I sat down on one of the low wooden benches and reflected on what the hell had just happened to me. I quickly came to the conclusion that everything that had happened was perfectly fine with me.

I actually got to suck a real leather man off. He played with my boy-cunt, and I liked even that. In fact, I could not wait until some other young man would properly screw the shit out of me. But best of all - at least in my mind - I got to wear a bloody cool leather biker jacket. I truly wanted one for myself now. Fuck what others would think of that. Feeling 12 feet tall, I got up to the locker and put my t-shirt back over my judo pants. Put on my sneakers and left for the exit.

When I stepped out of the changing room, I suddenly got the urge to double back to the dungeon. Wanting to see it one last time. Perhaps Jeff was still down there. After I softly opened the door to the dungeon basement, I saw that it was deserted. Nothing else than some cum- and lube stains on the massage table reminded me of the dirty-deed that had taken place down here.

I walked around the table and saw the thick black curtain on the back wall. Sneaking a peek behind it, I understood that it was not a wall at all. It just hid a much larger room with all kinds of nasty sex dungeon equipment, cages, slings, and torture devices. This dungeon was at least half the size of the entire gym above. It even had other rooms off the sides as well. Who knows what was behind them!

I recognized the black leather-covered table in the middle of that dungeon room. It was the same one as in the enlarged photo I had seen on the boiler room wall.
"... so this was what was going on down here.... These guys tortured and used others for their own pleasure here," I thought in horror to myself, "... this isn't a gym!... It was just a sordid gay sex club!..." 

I took that porn photo off the wall and saw Hank's keys hanging on a hook near the door. I took them resolutely back upstairs with me. I was going to make Hank pay for what I discovered down in his gym. When I got back upstairs, I saw Hank Watermann tending the bar.
"Hey, Ben, did you take a shower?" asked Hank, somewhat surprised. He looked at my wet hair and asked knowingly, "Did you enjoy the 'lesson', kid?" Hank had a dirty glint in his eyes when he spoke condescendingly down to me. As if he had seen what Jeff had done.

This asshole should not have called me a kid, though. That was for sure! Briskly I slammed the dirty porn picture and the keys onto the counter.
"You know full well what happens in your dungeon!" I answered gutsily. Pointing at the picture.
"Wo there, kid... Calm the fuck down... Someone has found a bigger set of balls down there?... Didn't he?" laughed Hank nastily.
"No... but someone got their balls kicked blue!... Ha!... I bet Jeff won't walk upright for a few days!" I replied with a brutally mean laugh.

"Don't you worry about master Skyler, dude..." Hank blushed as he said it. I guess I was not to know that basterds last name. The otherways butch Hank suddenly had a disgusting subservient air around him. As if he was caught disobeying the master he served.

I leaned over the counter and pressed eject on the three video recorders behind there. Grabbing the 3 tapes as they came out of the security camera recorders.
"On my way home, I do pass a police station... I'd bet they will love to know what's on these," I said threateningly to Hank Watermann.
"Okay... Okay... Jeez... You drive a hard bargain, kid... What is it that you want from me?" sighed a profusely sweating Hank.

"None of that kid or son anymore!... From now on out, you call me sir!... Understood Watermann?..." I asked threateningly, "... You are going to give me free workout classes. And 6 introduction lessons, complete with a personal trainer who does NOT want to get into my pants right away!" I said, bold as brass. 

It finally made me feel great. No longer feeling like the shy kid that I had been for way too long. The confidence was dripping off me now. Hank - somewhat reluctantly - caved in when he noticed that also. He promptly signed me up for Wednesday morning and Friday afternoon classes. As I laughingly left, I dumped the destroyed tapes in the bin next to the door. And just before I stepped outside, I called back, "... Oh, and you will give me access to that playroom of yours whenever I want it, Hank -fucking- Pissmann." I laughed as he nodded sheepishly at me.

I jumped on my bicycle and made my way back home. Feeling extremely bold, I grinned from ear to ear. Thinking I could take on the entire world by myself. But today's unexpected events were not at an end yet.

< Continued in Dreaming of Leather men - part 2 of 8 >

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