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The antique boot-black stand had resided in the back of the shop for months, the varnished oak of the massive platform and the polished brass foot brackets almost glowing in restored newness. The soft black leather upholstery of the huge throne-like oak seat invited one to sit and stretch out their booted feet onto the foot brackets and lean back relaxing while a kneeling boot-black attended to the leather with waxy paste and soft cloths, buffing it to a mirror like shine. The piece drew the attention of everyone who entered the shop but it seemed that no one had room for such a large item and it remained unsold. “Do you have a tape measure?” The voice came from behind me as I knelt stocking a shelf. I turned and looked up at the source: he was tall and slim and dark-haired, wearing a pair of very faded pocketless jeans over what appeared to be riding boots made of gleaming chocolate brown leather. Above the jeans a glossy leather blazer that matched the boots draped perfectly over a tan ribbed Lycra turtleneck sweater that was just thin enough to display tight belly muscles and the protrusion of bullet-like nipples. “Yeah!” I stammered as I tried to gain my composure. I rose to get the tape measure from the desk and noticed the cylindrical outline of his cock as it pushed against the tight denim of his jeans. “What would you like to measure?” I asked as I handed him the tape. “The boot-black stand,” he answered, “would you like to give me a hand?” “Sure! It’s pretty big!” I smiled, looking down slightly at his crotch. After making a few measurements he announced that the stand would be perfect as the “throne” for his “dungeon”. “Ten percent discount for cash,” he said authoritatively. “I’ll send a crew to disassemble and move it and you will accompany them to help with reassembly and to check it out. Agreed!” It was more of a statement than a question. I accepted the deal; he opened his wallet and counted the cash into my hand. “To whom do I make out the receipt?” He handed me a card; it read, “Dave’s Dungeon.” There was an address and an incredible picture of him wearing a black leather demi-hood, a multi-strapped body harness with a studded pouch, glossy crotch high black leather boots and long tight leather gloves. I handed him the receipt and he held out his hand to me. “Good dealing with you!” I reached for his hand to shake, but he grasped my wrist and drew my hand down to the front of his jeans. I felt his member through the tight denim and rubbed it slightly. “Wear leather,” he panted as he released my hand and turned to the door. “Tomorrow afternoon” he called as he left. I hurriedly arranged for my assistant to work the following afternoon while I was out making the “installation” and proceeded to my office where I locked the door and relieved the incredible pressure built up in my rigid cock. The following day the crew arrived just after noon and I instructed them in disassembly. It would take around an hour or more for them to disassemble and load the stand onto their truck; just enough time for me to prepare myself for Dave. Indicating that I would meet them at Dave’s, I left the crew to finish the loading and drove to my apartment a few blocks away. Opening my closet I selected a pair of glossy black lambskin hip hugger jeans that formed a smooth bulge over my crotch and then fit super tight to my knees and flaring out below them as they covered a pair of custom knee high riding boots with tall chunky heels and elongated squared toes. Contrasting the leather jeans and boots would be a white dress shirt worn over a leather body harness with chrome rings that encircled my nipples. The sleeves of the dress shirt ended in the long flared cuffs of a pair of very tight black kid gloves. I snapped a leather choker around my neck and a leather ring around the base of my cock just before I zipped the skin-tight jeans closed and formed their thin smooth leather over my semi-erect cock and low hanging balls. After a quick phone call to the shop verifying that the stand had been properly loaded and was on its way; I slipped on my leather jacket and grabbed my riding helmet then headed into the garage and onto my bike for the trip to Dave’s. Dave’s place was not too far away and I arrived before the truck. The garage door was open and Dave was standing inside motioning me in. I entered and parked my bike to one side in the back. Dave walked over to me with his gloved hand outstretched. “Hi. Glad to see you!” this time his gloved hand grasped mine and we shook hands. I felt my cock begin to harden as I took Dave’s gloved hand into mine. He was clad in gleaming black leather crotch high boots with pointed toes and five-inch tapered western heels, a pair of leather shorts with a bulging snap-off codpiece encased his upper legs and crotch to his waist which was girded by a broad, studded black leather belt. Above the belt a series of studded leather straps and chromed rings decorated Dave’s smooth, firm, flat belly and torso ending at a choker encircling his neck. Long thin black leather gloves clung tightly to Dave’s hands and arms all the way to his shoulders finally connecting via snaps, leather straps and rings to the choker at his neck. “Let me show you the dungeon,” Dave smiled and opened a large door in the back of the garage. There was an anteroom and another door. Dave opened the second door and revealed a huge basement room that was lined on one side by a series of mirrored closet doors and on the other by padded leather wall covering, restraint rings and hangers full of leather straps. There was a bar and big screen video at the entrance end and the far wall was bare below a large half circle window – where the “throne” would go. We heard the truck outside and returned to the garage. Dave directed the two muscled workmen as they moved the massive oak base of the stand out of the truck and into position at the back wall. Soon the stand was complete, standing in magnificent prominence against the back wall and gleaming in the light from the window above. Dave handed each of the workmen a $100 bill as he thanked them and ushered them out of the dungeon. I heard the truck start and the garage door close as I nervously made some final adjustments to the brass foot brackets of the stand. Then both dungeon doors closed and the click of Dave’s tall heels sounded on the wooden floor behind me as he approached. I turned to face Dave and saw that he had placed a leather half hood over his head and face. His cock was hard and straining against the thin leather of the codpiece snapped between his crotch-booted legs. “Time to try this thing out, ” Dave panted handing me a large can of boot wax, several smooth polish cloths and a leather half-mask. “Service my boots – all the way from toe to top.” Dave climbed onto the stand and settled into the throne-like seat with both of his booted feet on the brass foot brackets. I was panting with excitement as I dropped to the padded leather covered kneeling board in front of Dave’s feet shedding my jacket and shirt and placing the mask on my face. Moaning with excitement I opened the can of boot wax and dipped my gloved fingers into the polish scooping out two large globs, which I immediately began to massage into the smooth black leather encasing Dave’s feet. I worked upward, smearing and working the waxy black polish onto Dave’s ankles and calves while he sat groaning his approval. “Work it! Work that shit into my boots! Oh! Yes, yes polish those fuckers!” Continuing upward I dipped out more boot wax and kept massaging it into Dave’s long boots. By the time I reached the tops Dave had slid both of his gloved hands between his legs and was squeezing and rubbing the full pouch of his leather codpiece. Gasping, I picked up the smooth polish cloths and buffed the polish from my gloves before moving back to the toes and beginning to work the leather to a high gloss with the cloth followed by my tongue. I was stroking Dave’s long glossy boots as though they were a gigantic cock and I was jacking it – polishing and licking my way up to the bulge of the real thing now trying to push its way out of the thin black leather codpiece. At last, I was at the top of the boots. My mouth slipped from the boots onto the codpiece so full with Dave’s hot cock. I began to lick and Dave leaned back moaning moving his gloved hands over his smooth hard tits and squeezing his nipples. My cock had leaked enough precum to make the thin tight leather of my jeans wet and slick. Grasping his leg in my gloved hands I drew myself tight to Dave and began to hump the glossy leather encasing his leg, pressing my stiff prod into its own wetness. “Eat me!” Dave cried out. “Open that fucking codpiece and suck my cock.” Seconds later his smooth hard cock and balls were exposed and my mouth was hungrily moving over them under the guidance of Dave’s leather encased hands. I slipped my lips over the head of Dave's stiff rod drawing it into my mouth with my suction and pulling his thick salty precum from it. Dave writhed as though fucking my mouth clamping my head in place with his leather encased hands. I was sure he was going to spunk in me and prepared myself for the surge of hot jism. But just as he reached the edge of climax he drew back pulling his saliva glazed cock from my mouth. Reaching into a tiny pocket in his shorts Dave produced a foil wrapped condom. “Stand up!” he ordered as he tore the foil open and rolled the slick, lubricated sheath onto his cock. “Stand up and loose those jeans. You’re going to go for the ride of your life!” I staggered to my feet and unbuckled my belt, then tugged down the zipper of the jeans. The extreme tightness above my knees held the leather pants to my body; I peeled them off my legs then stepped out of them. “Very nice!” Dave exclaimed as he looked at my stiff drooling prick. “Now, come up here and let me play with that while you ride my cock.” I stepped forward and spread my legs as I climbed onto the throne kneeling on the leather cushion and straddling Dave’s erect, slickly sheathed cock. Dave slipped his gloved hand onto my cock and in one motion grasped it tightly, twisted and pulled. “Unnn!!” I groaned “Oh man! That fucking feels incredible!” I was writhing against Dave’s twisting gloved hand gasping almost breathless in the ecstasy of the torque being applied to my hard prod. “And how about this?” Dave thrust upward and the slick head if his sheathed cock slipped into my hole. Once again I cried out my approval, squirming as Dave worked the full length of his rigid man meat into me. The swollen, lubricated cockhead easily pushed past my sphincter and into the depths of my anus; the fullness was fantastic. Dave began to work his hips up and down and, rotating slightly, I matched his rhythm causing his slick sheathed hardness to slide back and fourth in my tight hole. Leaning forward, Dave pressed his open mouth against my right tit and began to suck my nipple. I moaned with delight and clasped my gloved hands behind his head, drawing and holding him to my hard excited breasts. Now as he suckled and licked me, Dave moved my slickly glazed cock to his belly against the leather center strap of his harness. My precum slicked the smooth leather and my cockhead slid easily over it, the chrome studs rubbing over the bottom of my corona caused my cock to twitch and made me cry out with each thrust. We were both now writhing and gasping almost out of control as climax approached. Dave cried out, “Oh Gawwwwwd!” and shoved the full length of his sheathed prod into me then became very still. His breathing became almost like a gasping pant. I felt his member begin to twitch and then jerk wildly as surges of his white-hot jism jetted into the thin latex sheath encasing it. I felt the heat of Dave’s eruption inside my ass and I could no longer contain my juices. I moaned, “Yes! Oh Yes! Oh mother fucker, cum, cum -uhnnnnn!” and clenched my buns tight against the spewing cock in my hole while my own hard prod began to squirt steaming hot spunk onto Dave’s belly, chest and even up onto his throat. Our bodies both shuddered in orgasm. The ecstasy of our climax was controlling us; neither of us could do anything but writhe, gasp and cum until we had both emptied the reservoir of jism opened by our passion. Still panting Dave leaned back against the soft leather of the seat and drew me forward, his gloved hands pulling my face to his until our mouths touched. His tongue lightly traced my lips then darted into my open mouth. I responded by pressing my mouth tight to his and letting our tongues entwine as we kissed. The stiff cock in my ass was now softening and slowly sliding from me. I rose slightly as Dave’s cock slipped fully out of my hole. He reached behind me and slid the jizz-filled latex sheath from it and brought it to my chest, where he emptied it over my tits. We continued to kiss as his jism trickled down my chest then he encircled me with his gloved arms and drew me close, causing our leather-strapped bodies to press against each other and our juices to smear together. “I’ve invited some friends over tonight to experience the stand. You’ll stay and polish my boots again!” As when we first met, it was a command not a question. “You bet!” I panted, softly kissing and licking his cum-smeared chest and throat. “Again and again!” Dave’s mouth found mine and we kissed again. “Do a real good job and you can cum on them!” he groaned. I knew I would do my best.