A NEW BEGINNING, Conclusion Together they descended the stairs to the basement. No daylight came here, and the dim illumination of a single globe barely lit it. The two men had come to their basement, their ‘playroom’, after having dressed each other in the most erotic, all encompassing leather harnesses chaps and gear that they loved so much. They had pledged their love for each other, had given themselves in to the allure and excitement of leather, and wanted, needed to join again. “Wait a second,” said David. He bounded back up the stairs, and returned with a box of candles. They quickly lit a half dozen of the tapirs around the room and extinguished the single globe. Now their playroom was alive with dancing shadows and flickering flames, an atmosphere of mystery and excitement heavy in the air. Tim’s yearning grew even more as he surveyed this place, erotic, exotic, full of dormant sexuality just waiting to be unleashed. “Oh yeah, that’s incredible. Here, together, we can do anything!” David’s words echoed Tim’s thoughts. Tim studied David in the smoky half-light. He drank in the vision before him. His leather god-man stood purposefully, arms crossed, looking back at him. The hard high peak of his cap making him seem even taller than he already was, the shiny visor reflected the dancing light of the candles, which was echoed and reproduced in the mirrors of the glasses he wore, unmistakably directed towards Tim. His wide shoulders, draped with the black leather of the harness straps, were beautiful. The black leather and silver metal of the harness itself glistened with fire, half buried between David’s crossed arms encased in the dark hide of the gauntlets and gloves. His legs apart, rippling towers of shining black anchored in black and silver boots, formed an upside down V shape pointing to the smaller, bulging V of his groin. There, the centre of Tim’s attention, lay the leather encased tube of flesh that he desired so much. The warmth and smoke of the candles, their smell mixing with the aroma of leather, gave an impression of other worldliness, and Tim was certain he had entered paradise. David stared back at the younger man. His eyes, hidden by the glasses, were warm and smiling with approval and love, and at the same time wide with wonder and anticipation. He savoured the details of this leather man in front of him, letting the glorious sight sink deep into his psyche. Tim, his man, his boy, stood by the sling still suspended from the ceiling. The eager longing in his eyes evident and inviting. Symbolically bound in leather, but giving himself freely and willingly to David, Tim was perfection in David’s eyes. The wide black collar about his neck, flickering with dots of metal, held his proud young head. The wide leather straps encircling him, harnessing him would never harness his energy or his enthusiasm. Instead they served only to increase David’s longing as he feasted on the sight of shining black leather bands encircling his lover’s shoulders, ribs, waist and arms, while bright silver ringed and highlighted his nipples, and more leather straps fell enticingly toward Tim’s groin. Where the wide leather band disappeared beneath a soft leather pouch, David could clearly see the outline, occasionally twitching, of Tim’s manliness, enveloped and accentuated by the cushion of black, which showed off his semi erect weapon, and rolling balls. David knew what was below that – the hard silver metal of the cockring holding and extending Tim’s masculinity. Further his attention drifted, taking in the incredible glossy black leather of the chaps, which gripped and held Tim’s strong legs so sensuously, rippling with his every movement. The hands and wrists of his lover, also encased in black hide, continued to wander down his legs, as David’s eyes followed the lines of black to the booted feet and back up again. As Tim turned to one side, he gazed approvingly at the way the chaps framed his arse, the strong gleaming blackness surrounding the firm round white cheeks. I am truly blessed, David thought to himself. David cleared his throat, catching Tim’s attention. With a motion of his hand, David drew his lover to himself, and they kissed, hard and long, the built up passion finding a momentary release as their tongues fought, and they tasted each other. Pressing hard against his man, Tim melted into the sensational tingle of leather on him, around him, against him. He felt the firm grasp of the harness around his chest and the uneven pressure from David’s own harness as he pressed against him. David for his part forced his knee between Tim’s legs, intensely excited by the feel of the leather second skin he wore rubbing against that on Tim’s powerful legs. He marveled at the sense of power, of confidence, that the leather imparted to him, urging him toward heights of passion. Tim gently broke the embrace, his fingers still trailing across David’s butt. “The final box?” he questioned. David laughed out loud. “Okay, my man, let’s satisfy that curiosity of yours.” Together, the two dragged the innocent looking container into the centre of the room. It was only small and not at all heavy. As they moved easily with each other the shadows of light flickered and danced around them, black clad figures wafting through the smoke, creatures of desire and passion, of darkness and warmth. David pulled the binding tape away from the lid and allowed Tim to pull open the flaps, to reveal the contents. As he looked inside, Tim’s eyes widened with wonder, with excitement. “Toys!” he declared, his cock springing once again to hardness. Toys there were. Toys for men, toys for sex and leather loving. David watched in wonder, unintentionally reminded of his former partner Chris, who had been repulsed by the things David had collected and stored in this box. Tim was the opposite. He was enthralled, rapturous. The very thought of playing with what he found, of being played with, was so erotic, so thrilling. He lifted items out, examining them, running his fingers over them and winking at his lover. Tim lifted and exhibited one after the other: butt plugs, in different shapes and sizes, all made of black rubber. Dildoes, long thin ones, shorter, wider ones, again of black rubber. He held them up, ran his fingers over them, licked the length of one in particular as he stared invitingly at the tall leatherman smiling beside him. A long leather lead, with a clip ring set in one end and hand strap at the other. He snapped this on to the ring set in the collar he wore, and handed the end to David, who willingly took it, wrapping it around his leather clad wrist, and creating an instant eroticism of possessing each other, of being joined to one another. An enema bag emerged, made of black rubber, with a long tube and black plastic nozzle. Tim raised his eyebrows at that, putting it aside for explanation and closer examination at a later date. He found handcuffs, wristlets and ankle restraints, enough for many, many sessions of fun and exploration in this playroom with his powerful leather lover. Leather paddles, lengths of silver chain with small leather rings at the ends, a set of nipple clamps, the joining metal chain attached at each end to tiny alligator clamps whose teeth were encased in black rubber. A sheath made of the softest polished leather, looking for all the world like a leather condom. Two sets of balls, one of uniform size and one with balls that increased in diameter, five of them strung out evenly on a length of what he presumed was string of some kind, the whole thing encased in black latex, with a loop at one end. The set of evenly sized balls he examined more closely, holding them up and knowing instinctively how they were intended to be used. That excited him even more, his cock twitching again with anticipation. David noted the reaction silently, mentally picturing Tim’s hole as the balls were fed into him. Finally reaching the bottom of his treasure trove, Tim found several pump packs of lubricant, and a couple of bottles of amyl nitrate. One necessary, the other both an assistance and an enhancer of the joys awaiting them. Tucked away in the bottom corner he found and pulled out a folded piece of soft leather. Unfolding it curiously, he discovered a half hood, black and supple, designed to go over the wearer’s head and cover the top of the nose and ears, then down to the base of the neck. It would leave the mouth and lower cheeks exposed, with largish holes for the eyes. He again held it up to David, question marks in his eyes. David shrugged. “It’s never been used. He flatly refused to even touch it, said it was degrading and ridiculous.” Tim said nothing, but faced David squarely, eyes locked on the glasses, and pulled the hood over his head, adjusting it to the line of his neck and sliding it into place so he could open his eyes again and see clearly. He stared at David, almost defiant. “Holy shit! Fuck, you look so unbelievably hot in that!” David hissed, his erection springing to life so quickly it was almost painful within the confines of the leather codpiece he wore. “So are you going to degrade me and ridicule me?” Tim asked softly. “Never!” said David, “But I am going to use you, and play with you, and give you everything you ask for,” he whispered seriously. “I may even beg for it,” Tim responded, his words so soft they could barely be heard. David’s groin ached, and his heart pounded. The two looked long and searchingly at each other, knowing they had reached another watershed moment. There would never be anything they could not say to each other, ever again. Thoughts of endless nights exploring themselves, living out their private fantasies swirled through their minds. “David,” Tim began, quieter than ever, “make love to me, please…Sir!” Unable to contain himself, David grabbed his lover and pulled him tight against him. Holding him and wrapping him tightly in his arms. “Tim, I have never dared to even think of…Whatever happens, whatever I say or do in the heat of passion, remember always that I love you beyond words. And thank you, thank you so much, you have given me another dream come true.” Tim smiled, at ease with himself. “Call it a ‘game’ if you want, but I’ve always wanted to play the slave boy, and I can’t think of a better, more wonderful Master,” he said softly, longingly, to the leather clad god holding him in his arms. The two men, held each other, kissed deeply. Their hands began to explore again, feeling the soft supple leather covering their bodies, reveling in the sensations that assaulted them, black hide, binding straps of blackness, smoky wisps of light. David reached to the pile of toys, and picked up the nipple clamps. Tim blanched a little “Uh, I’ll try, but…” he began. “No, no,” David hurried to reassure him. “They’re for me. Tonight anyway! Who knows what will happen in the future?” He smiled gently, and attached the teeth of the clamps to his nipple rings, so there was no contact with the skin. The chain dangled a little, connecting David’s pierced tits to each other, matching perfectly with the chains and straps of the harness already encasing his upper body. Tim found the sight so hot, so exciting, he whistled softly. Kissing again, the urgency once more growing, the two ground against each other as their tongues jousted for position, tasting each other, trying to take more and more of themselves. Their hands pressed and pulled, played and traced, feeling the supple leather and the hot flesh beneath, squeezing skin and muscle, gripping at cocks, balls, cheeks, arms and legs. The scent of leather, mixed with the musk of male sweat, was heavy in the air. Tim’s mouth broke from David’s lips and he kissed and nibbled his way down the strong neck to lick at one of the shoulder straps. David’s head went back as the sensations swept over him, his hands sliding up across Tim’s arse cheeks to trace the harness as it crisscrossed his back. Tim continued his downward trek, following the strap of David’s harness until he met the chain swinging between his lover’s nipples. Taking it in his teeth, he slid along until he reached one of the hard, erect nubs. The light pressure as the chain was tugged sent waves of pleasure through David and he moaned softly. The moans were replaced with a gasp as Tim reached and bit lightly onto his left tit. Tim felt the intake of air and suckled at the firm dark skin between his lips, letting the silver ring that pierced the lump of sensitive flesh clink against his teeth, pulling at it gently. Turning to the other nipple, he repeated the process as David urged him on with soft encouraging words of passion, whispered through clenched teeth. David’s hands on his shoulders gripped more tightly with each bite, and Tim eased back lest he cause any pain. His hands were firmly pressed against David’s rounded cheeks, his palms feeling the ridge of the leather framework that the chaps provided. Massaging softly, Tim let his hands roam down the back of David’s strong thighs, the texture of the leather smooth and erotic against his fingers, the leather of the driving gloves he wore rubbing against the leather of the chaps firmly gripping David’s legs. Lower still, and Tim’s face was presented with a close up view of David’s swollen, pulsing manhood, throbbing within the leather case of the codpiece, pushing hard against the restraining leather. Licking at the outlined weapon, Tim tasted again the leather, and felt the heat of David’s desire, saw the evidence as his lover’s raging hard on stretched the black glossy hide taut around it. David, lost in a sea of pleasure, trembled as he felt the pressure of Tim’s mouth against his rock hard penis, felt the leather pouch hold him and encase him. His hands fell to Tim’s head, and gripped the leather hood, pressing Tim’s face into his groin, forcing the bulging pole of his manhood against the black leather hood in his hands. He ran his leather gloved fingers over the smooth soft leather where Tim’s hair would have been, exulted in the sense of leather on leather as his hands caressed his young lover’s sheathed head, while his cock surged against the leather pouch and was manipulated under Tim’s probing lips and tongue. Tim for his part reacted to the pressure on his head by assaulting his man’s hidden pole with renewed vigour. The firmness of David’s hands pushing against the leather hood he wore was so erotic. The sensation of being immersed in black hide complete as he felt the snug hood embrace his forehead and neck, almost fondle his cheeks as he dove at the engorged black leather monster pushing towards him. On his knees now, Tim let David’s glossy black man meat slip away from his lips. He breathed in deeply, absorbing the heady mix of sex and hide. His tongue continued to lap at the leathered figure before him, tracing the edges of the chaps around David’s groin, before licking and nibbling down his thighs. Tim tasted his way along David’s legs, feeling the rippling suppressed power of his muscles through the black leather. He slurped and polished the chaps with his tongue, ran his hands along the lines of David’s calf muscles as they stretched the soft leather tight. Bent double, he found the tops of David’s boots, and doubled his efforts, kissing and licking and cleaning the boots from calf to toe and back again. David looked down at the black leather hood bobbing and lapping at him, worshipping his solid leather encased legs, his booted feet, almost groveling before him. The sense of strength, of empowerment was so total, so intense, that David fought back the urge to explode, to empty himself on the spot. The strong, handsome man he loved was almost prostrate at his feet, adoring his leathered body, licking his boots. He could have screamed out with the electric surge that shot through his body. His head rolled back, and he moaned again, his hands wrapped in the leather gloves involuntarily going to his own nipples, which he teased and pulled. Recovering slightly, David looked again at his lover. “Tim…” he called, a little gruff. Tim looked up, taking in the incredible view of David’s extended groin pouch pushing out as his cock strained at the leather, a black bulge shadowing him, obscuring his view of the harnessed chest and mirrored glasses beneath the visor of the cap. “David…” he said, and stopped. “Sir,” he started again, “call me ‘boy’, please.” “Boy!” David said, urgently now. “On your feet. Heave that hot little arse of yours into that sling, NOW!” Emboldened and excited by Tim’s plea, turned on beyond comprehension by the game they played, David took control. Tim let him; wanted him to; secretly, silently begged him to. The game, if that’s what it was, was unfathomably hot and exciting to him. He throbbed with pleasure at the thought of surrendering, of being taken and used by the leather god above him. His hidden desires were racing to the surface to be not only faced, but also embraced and welcomed. As David ordered, Tim eagerly stood. He let David manhandle him toward the sling, sliding into place and feeling the leather mould itself to his back. He lifted his legs, and David held them, long enough to caress the leather clad thighs once again, as he lifted Tim’s boots above his shoulders, and slotted each into the support of the foot straps hanging from the chains of the sling. David looked down at him, drinking in the blackness, stark against the skin, hood, collar, harness, armbands, gloves, pouch, chaps and boots. He tugged on the leather lead, still attached to the collar at Tim’s neck and wrapped around his hand, making the boy swing gently in the leather support of the sling, possessing him with his eyes, hungrily owning the gorgeous body prone and open before him. The flickering light of the candles lent an unearthly quality to the sight he beheld, and David felt once again a surge of tremendous power and excitement. His hands made their way slowly, possessively down the leather clad legs spread invitingly around him. He traced the lines of Tim’s muscles, picked at the edge of the chaps and squeezed the tender flesh. Tim’s penis, rigid and pulsing, poked its head out from the top of the leather pouch, while the length of his shaft was outlined in black, pointing the way to the heaving orbs of his nuts, clasped and cushioned in black leather. David’s hands traced then gripped the tube of manhood, clenching and massaging the jewels below, running his leathered finger up to the eye of Tim’s penis and smearing the ooze of pre-cum across the head. Tim’s head lolled back, his eyes closing as the pleasure engulfed him, before he opened them again, not wanting to deprive himself of any fraction of the sensations washing over him. The feathery touch of David’s hands on his legs, the hidden strength as the boots were lifted and held into place excited him like nothing he had known. The feel of the rich black leather that moulded itself to cradle his back, soft and smooth, mixed with the strong binding straps of the harness and the firm tightness of the chaps and armbands, combined with the encasing leather of the hood, was incredibly erotic. As David squeezed and kneaded his dick and his balls Tim uttered a long moan of pleasure. Again he forced his eyes open, as his leather Master loomed over him, black capped and mirrored eyes, black leather straps and silver metal circling his chest and swinging from his nipples, forearms rippling inside the black of the gloves, chaps straining around the muscled legs, the length of his mighty weapon barely sheathed in the codpiece. He felt the tugging at his neck, sensed the leather platform he lay on swing gently toward his man and away again. The smoke in the air, and the soft uneven glow of the candles in the darkened room, made Tim feel as if he was floating in a sea of black leather, and he exulted in the sensation. Losing himself, or at least, losing all his previous life, in that smoky den of passion, Tim called to the apparition in black leather between his uplifted legs. “Fuck me, Sir…Use me!” he begged. David too surrendered to the power, the heat of the moment. “As you wish, boy! I’m going to have you, slave, here and now!” He marveled inwardly at the words as they fell from his lips, felt an inexplicable power and excitement at the thought of truly ‘owning’ Tim’s body. David recalled the look in Tim’s eyes when he had picked up and fondled the string of balls. His own excitement had grown at the thought, and grew again. Finding the toy nearby, he lifted it and dangled it over Tim’s face, lowering the first sphere to touch his boy’s lips, then slowly, tantalizingly drawing the line of balls down across Tim’s chest, letting them catch here and there on the edges of the leather straps. Tim tried to lick and swallow at the black latex covered orb that drifted over his lips, twitched with electricity wherever the balls came into contact with his skin. He looked hard at David. “Yes please, Sir….” he hissed “…. Use them, put them where they belong….” David mocked doubt. “I don’t know … not sure if you’re ready for them, boy….” “Yes, Sir, I am, Sir, please … PLEASE!” Tim begged urgently, truly needing his Master to use him. David retrieved a bottle of amyl and handed it to his lover, knowing it would help a lot with what they were about to try. As Tim prepared himself, David stood beside him, towered over him. He looked down again at this incredible man, exciting himself with the sight of the leather and metal covering, enveloping, adorning Tim’s body. He held the balls high for both to see clearly and slowly applied a liberal helping of lube to each one in turn, including the connecting latex encased string. Tim trembled with anticipation, as he watched David almost lovingly coat the toy with the gel. The balls suspended directly above him, he felt the heat from David’s body beside him, saw from the corner of his eye the dark and shining blackness of David’s groin, the shimmer of the metal across David’s chest, wreathed in flickering candle light and misty wisps of smoke. His cock ached and oozed, his arse puckered and flexed. Tim arched slightly, pushing himself lower in the sling, and David moved back between his legs, once more drinking in the view of Tim’s open, beckoning hole framed in black leather chaps. He had waited long for this, and wanted it badly. Holding the balls in the hand still attached to Tim’s neck by the leather lead, he lubed and slowly inserted a finger from his free hand into Tim’s puckering hole. Feeling the heat and the need, he slid one finger inside easily, then another, gently probing and stretching, relaxing the sphincter, readying it for his assault. Tim sighed and flexed, opening himself to David’s leathery fingers, willing himself to accept the intrusion, to relax for what was to come. David bent to his task, his face closer now to Tim’s waiting arse. He carefully withdrew his fingers and positioned the first ball against the outside of Tim’s rectum. Tim gasped at the cool feel of the gel-covered latex, and took a long draw at the amyl. As the effect rolled over him, warming his very blood, his need grew. “Now!” he whispered. David heard the urgent whisper, and slowly pressed forward as Tim’s hole gradually opened around the sphere of black. Giving it a nudge, pushing side to side as well as forward, David was rewarded with the most erotic view as Tim gasped again and the first of the balls slid into him, his arse closing quickly around it, leaving the trailing drawstring extending from the moist twitching muscle. On his haunches, David could see at close quarters Tim’s trembling anus, could look past it to his heaving leather clad testicles and throbbing cock, could take in the sight of his leather encased chest, and the black shiny envelope of the hood. Cautiously still, he pressed the second ball to his boy’s rectum. Exerting firm force, his fingers manipulated the latex covered sphere into the flexing sphincter. There was some resistance as he gently eased the ball forward, then suddenly Tim relaxed, his body opened and swallowed again. David ached with the erotic thrill as the round shape pushed at its target, forcing it open and then disappearing within the wet warm cavern. David’s entire body tingled with the thrill as he watched, spell bound, the three remaining balls hanging down and out of Tim’s arse on their connecting thread as the young man’s hole flexed and glistened in the flickering glow. The picture of the balls hanging from his lover was so horny, and David was mesmerized by the sight. Tim had relaxed as much as he could, had felt the pressure as the black latex spheres had forced open his aching rectum. The first had hurt a little, but the pain had been eased by the effects of the amyl, and had disappeared quickly as he felt the ball pass through. The second had been easier, his arse now opened a little, and again he had winced at the initial pain, only to find it replaced by a sensation of pleasure as he adapted, and a feeling of deep satisfaction as he closed himself around the connecting latex string. He looked again at the wonderful, powerful man between his legs. David was crouched low, so all Tim could see was his head and chest, but what a vision! David’s attention was centered on Tim’s waiting hole, the cap and visor lowered so that Tim could just make out the mirrors of the glasses he wore beneath them. His shoulders, wide and strong, bore the black straps of the harness and the glint of silver chain flashed in the candle glow. The head and shoulders of the leather clad god he gave himself to now, were framed by Tim’s own raised and booted legs, a shining black border as the supple leather of his chaps stretched and gripped at his thighs. Behind David the blackness of the room completed the picture, and Tim readied himself for the next insertion. He felt the shape of the ball as David pressed it against him. Smooth but solid, Tim relaxed his arse again, letting the pressure open him gently. Surrounded by the blackness, by the aroma of sex and leather, he let himself be opened and pushed back with his muscles against the ball as it reached its full diameter at the very edge of his hole. Just the slightest of pain now, but overshadowed by incredible pleasure as Tim felt his rosebud stretch to take it. A slight push from David and the third black ball slid inside Tim. The sensation as it did was incredible. He could feel himself close around it, grip again at the connecting string. He could feel the balls inside him: not uncomfortable, but strangely satisfying, fulfilling. The latex covered thread that joined the balls to each other tickled rather than irritated his arse as it hung from him. His natural impulse was to try to push it out, but he resisted the feeling and remained relaxed, enjoying the strange new feeling as three of the balls filled his rectum and the remaining two swung outside his body. As he felt David begin to push the fourth ball at his twitching hole, he tried to picture the black orb against himself, slowly opening him wide then disappearing into him as his anus closed around it. As the fourth black ball was swallowed by Tim’s body, David leaned closer, relishing the view as the now willing hole accepted the intrusion, and pulled the ball inwards, dragging at the string and drawing the final ball upward. David now held the final ball close to Tim’s hole, the loop of latex covered string lying in his palm. Terrified of losing the toy completely, he snatched up one of the lengths of silver chain that had small leather snap open rings attached to either end. He snapped one of the leather pieces through the loop of latex, letting the length of silver trail to the floor. He jiggled and pressed again at the last black sphere. Looking up, he caught Tim’s eyes, wide and trusting, offering silent encouragement and acceptance. Those eyes, framed by the wondrous black leather of the hood his lover wore, filled David with purpose and determination, gave him a palpable sense of love and excitement. He watched as Tim lifted the amyl to his nose, taking another long draw at the bottle. Saw the effect take hold as his boy warmed and buzzed with the pulsing blood triggered by the drug. The last ball, still pressed to Tim’s hole, suddenly slid inside, swallowed by the hot leather clad body suspended in front of David’s face. As it disappeared from view the loop of latex trailed it, and the snap ring of leather came to rest against Tim’s hole, the chain falling from him, swinging. The impression in David’s mind was not unlike that of Tim having grown a silver metal tail. He caught up the other end of the chain and stood to look down at his black leather slave. Tim felt the final ball fill him, slip inside him to join its fellows. The effects of the amyl were still upon him, and he moaned quietly at the satisfying pleasure. He felt filled, stuffed, complete. The balls within his bowel caused him no pain, not even any real discomfort. As he adjusted to the sensations, he realised they felt good. Better than good, they felt great. He felt great. His arse was filled, his hole closed tightly, yet he could feel the trailing chain as it hung from him. He looked down, to see his leather god rise up from behind him, powerful and possessing. As he watched David stand, he felt the tug of the chain attached to the balls buried deep within him. David pulled gently at the chain, and waves of pleasure raced through Tim. The motion of the chain caused the balls to move around within the hot wet cavern that was Tim’s body, and every movement resulted in thrills of pleasure within him. He gasped softly, and moaned with the pleasure. David smiled at the pleasure he was causing in Tim. The length of chain he held, disappearing into Tim’s body, looked so hot, and the moans and whimpers of pleasure Tim made only increased the excitement David felt. His whole body seemed tensed and on edge, full of raging sexuality as he pleasured his lover and himself, treading previously unexplored paths of sensuality and eroticism. As he stood between Tim’s hoisted legs the flicker of the soft candlelight sent black shadows across the black leather straps and shining leather chaps encasing them. Now two separate solid joins connected him and the groaning man spread open before him. The slender black leather of the lead attached his gloved hand to the dark band around Tim’s neck, and the gently swaying silver chain he clasped led right inside the boy’s body. The sense of power, of possession was almost overwhelming. David looked at the lead in his hand, at the leather snap ring on the trailing end of the chain. An idea came to him. Taking the free end, he unclasped the tiny leather band, wrapping it around the chain swinging between his nipple rings, and snapped it closed. The strong shining chain now connected David’s nipples directly to the black latex balls sunk within his lover’s arse. As he moved forward the tension was taken up, so that the pressure on the chain stimulated both of them, tugging at David’s sensitive nipples while at the same time dragging at the balls inside Tim. Watching David connect the chain which Tim felt pulling gently at his hole and the sensational spheres of black latex within him, Tim marveled at the pleasure he was experiencing. He moaned with joy when David stood upright again, the waves of pleasure rolling through him as the balls moved within, while the look on David’s face as the other end of the chain tugged at his nipples was one of pure ecstasy. Tim felt the line of leather from his throat to David’s hand, felt connected in so many ways to the dark leather man standing over him, felt he belonged to him, belonged here in this dark, black, warm world of masculine leather and metal. David leaned forward, running his hands down Tim’s chaps, squeezing at the tight dark hide. He traced the edges of the chaps around Tim’s groin, and ran his finger along the connecting chain to the rim of Tim’s hole, then up across the heaving pouch of leather holding Tim’s manhood, before massaging gently his slave boy’s abdomen, following the harness straps of black leather against white skin up and up. As he did, the constant dragging of the chain pulled at his nipples, making them hard and erect, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his chest which radiated across his entire body. Tim’s breathing quickened as he delighted to the sensation of David’s hands on his thighs, and groin, leather on leather and leather on skin. When David’s gloved finger poked at the rim of his arse, disturbing yet again the latex protruding from it, Tim ached with pleasure. The feathery touch of his Master’s leather coated fingers against his abdomen was heaven, and the pressure of David’s hands further moved the balls within Tim, sending more thrills through his body. As David’s hands continued to explore his body Tim reveled in the sensations taking him over. He gasped as David leaned into him, felt the pull of the chain, the warm smooth leather of David’s chaps against his arse cheeks, the incredible hardness of David’s cock as the codpiece pressed into Tim’s leather clad testicles. When David reached and held his head, Tim felt the strength of his hands through the comforting texture of the leather hood enveloping his head. David’s mouth came to his lips, and Tim kissed him fervently, passionately. The chain connecting them was stretched taut now and the pressure increased as Tim felt the fifth ball being pulled back against his anus. David too felt the pressure as the chain dragged hard at his distended nipples, pulling them downwards. But the pain wasn’t unpleasant. It was exciting, thrilling, electrifying as his sensitive tits conveyed waves of ecstasy to his tensed excited body. David backed away, reluctant to lose the sensation of the pulling at his tits, and the taste of his lover, but eager to continue. As he did, his hands again followed the lines of Tim’s harness down his body, drinking in the feel of leather and flesh through his fingers. He pulled right back until the chain again became taut, pulling both at David’s aching pleasure filled nipples, and at Tim’s flexing puckering hole. He was so turned on by the straight, tight silver chain leading directly from Tim’s hole to his chest, the sight of that pink tender flesh pierced by metal and black latex, sitting in the centre of the white skin and framed by the black leather of Tim’s chaps and the harness, floating in the dark warm air of the playroom. He pulled back further, increasing the pressure on his tits and Tim’s arse and suddenly the last ball popped out of Tim, eliciting a gasp from the boy suspended before him. David eased off, concerned. “Are you alright?” “Perfect…” Tim whispered between short breaths. “That felt incredible, so good, so hot.” David was emboldened by the obvious pleasure Tim had taken. Gripping the chain again with one hand, he pressed his leather-clad fingers around the edges of Tim’s anus, massaging and caressing as he pulled the chain tight again. Tim almost screamed with pleasure as the next two round black balls shot from his arse in quick succession. He pushed as he felt them opening him, clenched against the touch of David’s gloved fingers at his hole, and let the pressure release him as the balls forced him open, closed and open again. He paused, trying to recover, taking a sniff at the amyl as the pressure built again. He looked to David, whose attention was riveted on the protrusions from Tim’s anus, swirling smoke drifted across the space between them. Tim’s resistance gave in and he expelled the remaining spheres at David’s coaxing, feeling himself emptied and hollow. “Damn, that was unbelievable!” David shouted, his body pulsing with the eroticism of the scene he had just played out. “Oh fuck, yes!” responded Tim. “So hot, so good…” was all he could manage as his voice trailed off. David moved eagerly to the side of the sling, approaching the suspended man wreathed in black leather, still puffing from the exertion and intensity of having the balls ripped from his innards. He towered over his darkened features, drinking in the sight of the leather hood masking him, the leather straps binding him, the leather chaps encasing him. Tim watched his leather god approach, shifting his weight so that as David neared, Tim’s face was level with David’s groin. When David came in range Tim leaned and attacked, biting and nibbling at the tube of steel hard manhood trapped within the leather. His senses were assaulted by the aroma of leather and sex. He urgently searched out the rolling orbs of David’s nuts cushioned in the black hide, licking and tracing their shape with his tongue. His hands drifted to the rounded cheeks of his lover pulling them closer to him, pressing David’s groin to his mouth as he experienced again the texture of the leather chaps beneath his palms, felt the strength of the man whose cock he suckled. He stared in wonder and desire at the gleaming black straps of hide and the glistening metal of the chains, wanting this man, needing him, and knowing he would have him, often and forever. As Tim’s mouth played out across the bulge of David’s groin, the older man relished the sensation of his boy’s mouth at his prick, felt the urgent biting through the covering leather codpiece. He pressed himself forward, urging Tim with unspoken desire to take him, swallow his leather-encased manhood. Tim’s fingers played back and forth across David’s cheeks and thighs, feeling leather, skin, leather and skin again. His thumbs closed on David’s upper legs, pressed at the soft leather of the restraining pouch. He massaged his Master’s full testicles, felt the soft warmth of them within the leather. Finding the metal snaps that held the codpiece in place, Tim pulled. With a deafening snap the covering came away, freeing David’s weapon and his heaving jewels from the leather. David’s long hard pole sprang out at its release, spraying droplets of jism across Tim’s face and neck. David let out an involuntary “unhhhh…” as his cock escaped, and Tim’s mouth closed over the naked head, licking and slurping, tasting the sweetness of David’s essence, slicked around his meat by the constraints of the cod. Tim dived at the meaty prong presented to him, swallowing it into his warm throat, constricting his mouth around it and refusing to gag. He felt the throbbing member as he slurped up along David’s shaft, and impaled his gullet yet again on the burning pole. His probing lips came into contact with the leather ring wrapped around the base of David’s cock, and his chin brushed against the testicles pushed away from the shaft by the corresponding leather band. Tim breathed in David’s smell as he tried to swallow his lover’s sword. He worshipped David’s penis with his mouth, adored his mighty prong and kissed it, moistened it and sucked at its essence. David’s body throbbed, his passion built as the incredible wetness of Tim’s mouth closed over and devoured him. His dick became the centre of his world as Tim administered the most amazing pleasure, wrapping his cock in warm moist muscles that urged him upward, drew against his resolve and begged him to release his force against them. Clinging to his need, he watched in awe and uncontrollable desire as the leather hood of his man bobbed on and off his pulsing manhood, bringing him to the brink. Knowing he could hold back only a few seconds longer, David withdrew his cock from the suctioning heaven of Tim’s throat. He moved to stand behind the sling now, so he looked down the length of Tim’s harnessed virile young body, his trembling cock just touching the leather covering of the hood his lover wore. Letting the near climax subside, but unable to shake off the passion engulfing him, David bent over, and kissed his boy, upside down. The touch of their lips was powerful, crushing release as they explored each other again, tongues intertwined, drinking of each other and surrounded by the sights sounds and smell of the leather world they had created. Tim slid back up within the sling, his mouth searching out David’s, urgently needing his man. The taste of David’s juice on his tongue, the sweetness of him, beckoned to Tim as he swayed in the leather cocoon supporting his supple, bound body. As David stood up, Tim’s mouth again found his lover’s groin. His lips wrapped around David’s nuts, swallowing them and rolling them around in his teeth, pulling at them and gnawing at the leather strap separating them from the fleshy tube of masculinity that stood out over his chin and neck. His longing grew and he released David’s orbs, drawing breath. “Dav…Sir,” he corrected himself, “I need you badly. I have to have you so much it hurts, please Sir, Please...?” David heard the urgency in his voice, felt the passion rising within him yet again. “Yes, my boy, my slave, yes,” he hissed back at him. Returning to the base of the sling, David stooped as he passed Tim’s writhing body, collecting something from the floor amongst the collection of toys lying there. Tim didn’t notice, until David stood before him again. The swirling light played on David’s black shining form as the leather he wore beckoned to Tim. Like an apparition from the mists, David appeared to tower over Tim’s aching needing body. Smiling down at his lover, David held aloft the object he had picked up. Tim looked, recognized, and excited anticipation again rolled over him. In David’s black gloved hand was the leather sheath Tim had admired before. A tube of the softest, shiniest black leather, it looked like an oversized finger cut from a glove. The sealed end was perfectly smooth, the open back fitted with a drawstring. Tim ached. His anus flexed. He desperately wanted to feel that sheath, filled with the strength of David’s manliness, penetrate him. His mind reeled. He could actually be fucked by leather! David moved to position himself so that Tim could clearly see what he did. His cock already slicked and moist, David added more lubricant to his throbbing pole, and gently slid the form fitting tube of leather down over himself. Pulling it into place, he drew the fastening string firmly closed, and looped it under his own balls before tying it securely. He marveled at the sensation, reveled in the feel of the softest of leather not just against his manhood, but completely engulfing it, wrapping around his rod. David’s cock twitched again, he felt as if his cock was truly a steel weapon encased in its leather scabbard. Tim’s eyes opened wide with delight and excitement. His lover was already wrapped in the most perfect leather, harnessed with hide and metal, black capped and gauntleted, framed and gripped in black chaps. Now his very being, his proud sword was encased in shining leather as it pointed directly at Tim. David moved to position himself between Tim’s leathered legs, allowing himself the pleasure of running his hands along the chaps and feeling Tim’s thighs tremble within their black envelope. He smeared a very generous amount of the cool lubricant onto his hand and applied it to Tim’s already twitching anus. Tim felt the cool gel as it was applied, let the anticipation build as David worked one then two fingers into him, loosening him even more, readying him. His body tingled as David’s fingers massaged his puckered bud, inserted themselves into him and probed at his rectum. He moaned with soft pleasure at the feeling of David’s preparatory digits, and silently begged for more. David watched as his lover writhed on his fingers, and looked down at himself. The sight of his own cock, fierce and hard, tightly wrapped in shimmering black leather, sent shudders through him. He felt the onrushing sense of power, of strength as it surged through him. He suddenly seemed to himself as another being, an indomitable sexual animal, on the brink of coupling with the most fantastic, leather-clad mate, protected here within their private den of desire. His glistening black maleness jutted out from his body, surging toward the beckoning target of his lover. Urgency and desire taking over, David smeared more lubricant up and down his sheathed cock, coating the rounded head, smothering the rock hard shaft. He looked at Tim with fire in his eyes, wanting him, needing him, desperate to take this incredible prize being offered to him. Tim trembled, needed. The younger man drew again at the amyl, long and deep as the smooth black hide of the sheath touched against his skin. Wordlessly he nodded assent at the leather god pressing in on him, blood rushing to his head, his heart, sending waves of passionate need through him. David aimed himself at his lover, settled his rock hard prong against the outside of Tim’s bud and ever so slowly pressed at it. He stared in rapture as Tim pushed against him. Saw the need in Tim’s eyes and felt the heat of his passion rising. The leather-covered head of his cock nudged at the opening, easing wide the muscles and urging to be allowed entry. He sensed the layers of resistance give way as he slowly, gently as possible, penetrated the soft tissue. As the head of his cock breached the walls of Tim’s arse, the sphincter muscles closed tight around him. David closed his eyes as the waves of sensation rolled over him. His very masculinity was clamped in the fantastic grip of leather, gripped and held by the muscles of Tim’s anus, massaged as he entered the man below him. He heard Tim take another whiff of the amyl, and opened his eyes to look upon his mate, his lover. Once again he felt the relaxation of Tim’s muscles as the amyl took effect, pushing in slowly but steadily, entering him and filling him with steel filled hide. Tim ached, burnt, as David’s prong forced entry. Despite all the lube, and the previous action of the balls, he was not prepared for the pain as the leather-clad pole opened him. Forcing himself to not call out, he felt certain he was being torn asunder as the pain seared his arse. The amyl rush had helped, but the agony twisted as he clamped tightly around the monster that assailed him. He clenched himself, bit his lip and silently begged for release. And then it came. Not the release of withdrawal, but the release of pleasure. Overriding the pain, waves of pleasure crashed upon him as his protesting hole gave up its stranglehold and surrendered to the invasion. He drew again at the amyl, and this time as the blood raced to his head, the stimulation relaxed his sphincter and he let himself feel the power of the cock at his entry. Stretched still, the ache he felt was lessening as the sensations overtook him. He could literally feel the smooth gloss of the leather sheath wedged within him, could sense the texture of the glossy black hide as David’s pole began to slide between the walls of his anus. He relaxed again, and pushed against the pressure, forcing himself to allow passage to the rock hard weapon as it slowly but irresistibly sank into him. The invasion continued. Tim thought it would go on forever. He tried not to resist, but David was large and long. His mind reeled at the thought of what was happening to him. He squirmed and opened himself again, willing himself to accept the pillar that plugged him. Opening his eyes, he looked to the man who was taking him. It may have been the effects of the amyl, it may have been the speed of the changes in his life, but suddenly Tim was unsure if he was really there. Between his upturned legs, glowing black in the dim flickering candlelight, towered the ultimate leather male. His black peaked cap and shining visor tilted downward as he concentrated at the object of his desires – Tim. His wide shoulders and powerful chest were harnessed in black leather and bright metal, but there was no sense that he was restrained by any worldly force. His strong thick arms were encased in black leather gloves and studded gauntlets as his hands held firmly to Tim’s own leather clad thighs. Ghostly wisps of smoke enveloped him and haunting shadows surrounded him as his huge masculinity, swathed in slippery glossy black leather took possession of Tim’s body, focussing Tim’s entire being on the mighty weapon scabbarding itself in his hot wet gut. Tim struggled to assure himself, and whispered quietly, “David?” David looked at him, fighting the rising tide of passion, sensing concern. “Tim, are you okay?” “Is this real? Am I dreaming?” “Oh yes, my love,” David said soothingly. “It’s all real, and so incredible.” “I love you, David,” Tim whispered. “I love you so much,” David replied. Tim felt the truth in the words, saw that the leather dynamo was his David, his lover. Realization dawned on him. He looked again, with the eyes of certainty, and moaned. The last shreds of doubt and resistance vanished, and he sank into the comforting depths of total bliss. Letting go, trusting completely, he surrendered his mind and his body to the surging joy of absolute sensuality. As the uncertainty faded it was replaced by joy, by desire, and by a rapidly growing passion. Tim’s body ached with the pleasure, his mind opened and reveled in the sensuality enveloping him. Suddenly, with the passion, came an unmistakable clarity of sensitivity. Tim could feel every nerve in his body tingle, could draw on all of his senses and know that he was immersed in ultimate leathered sexuality. His back was supported by the firm leather of the sling, his head encased in the soft comforting hood, the scent of the leather heavy in the air. His chest was bound across by wide black straps of the wondrous hide, arms wrists and legs gripped by the leather, shining and black. The very air around him danced with shadows and flickering light, while the centre of his being, the focus of his sensations, his warm willing passage was being filled with the powerful leather encased cock of his black garbed god. He concentrated on that focus, felt the sheathed steel as it penetrated him, delighted in the textured heat of the polished black weapon lodged within him. His desire took on a new potency, an urgency he had never known. He had to have this staff inside him, had to take David’s masculinity, needed desperately to know the ultimate joining with his leather lover, the dark hide of their passion around him and within him. Drinking in again the vision that was his dark David, Tim trembled with pent up passion, relaxed himself again, and in a lightning fast lunge pulled himself back against his man. David’s manhood, his sword of steel in its leather sheath, speared into Tim. Plumbing the depths of his body with a single thrust. Tim impaled himself, crying out with the intensity of the ecstatic pleasure, which plunged into him, feeling the mighty pole crash to a stop as David’s heavy testicles crushed against Tim’s butt. As the glossy, black weapon buried itself to the hilt within him, Tim clenched his arse around its shaft, determined to have it, to hold it within himself. David was unprepared for the ferocity of Tim’s sudden surge against him. When Tim had called out, the uncertainty in his voice, David had eased back. The head of his cock was on fire, gripped in fantastic shining black leather, clenched by Tim’s tight anus. He wanted to sink further within the fire of Tim’s body, but sensed that Tim was at a point of confusion, needed a moment to accept or reject this new experience. And so he had stopped, an inch and a half of his hard throbbing cock was lodged within his man, gripped in the tightest embrace he had ever known. The clamping of Tim’s arse had emphasized the sensuality of the leather sheath around his prong, sending shivers of excitement through him, but he dared not move until his lover was ready. He raised his head from the concentration upon Tim’s hole, and beheld a sight that captured his ultimate fantasy, the fulfillment of his dreams. The room was dark. The candles around the basement offered pinpricks of light, which shuddered and danced though there was no movement in the air. Wisps of smoke floated, and his lover, his man, his boy, floated with them, suspended in the air on a platform of black leather. The metal of the supporting chains disappeared upwards into the blackness. Tim, his man, lay writhing in the centre of the sling, his head disguised by the mask of the black leather hood. Bands of black hide stood out against the light skin on his chest and arms. The wide strap against his lower abdomen led to his throbbing masculinity encircled at its root by the silver metal cockring. His glimmering leather clad legs were raised and open to frame the hot firm butt, and at the centre of it all, David joined to this man by the length of his own maleness, encased in soft glistening blackness. He stared in wonder at the unimaginably erotic sight of the leather shaft sunk into Tim’s hole, as though it were not really a part of him. But the grip on his cock, the sensual firmness of the leather around his penis, assured him that this was real, that he was living this fantasy. Tim’s eyes opened, pools of light in the black eye holes of the hood, and David saw something dawn in them. Then, without warning, Tim was pushing back against him, and David felt his body open and accept, crashing down upon him, impaling itself on his throbbing meat. As the shining blackness of his rock hard pole sank full length into the depths of Tim’s body, David’s head went back, his entire body aflame with desire. Tim let out a cry of pleasure and David’s need exploded. He took control again, shoving himself harder into the willing body beneath him, feeling his nuts pound against bare skin. He felt the grip as Tim clenched around his shaft buried deep, felt the heat of Tim’s innards wrap around his leather-sheathed cock. Forcefully he drew back, pulling that weapon to the brink of Tim’s hole, then plunged in again. Out again, and once more he shoved himself at the boy, pounding his arse. The force of the inward thrust made the sling rock back, and David used the momentum, pulling and pushing at Tim’s leathered thighs, rocking him back and forward in the sling, crashing his sword deep into the boy as it swung back, and using the forward roll to pull the sheathed black rod to the very edge of Tim’s moist hole before thrusting back in again even deeper. Harder and harder he fucked at the swinging boy. Faster, deeper his cock pistoned in and out of the writhing body of his leather wrapped lover, heat building, passion taking control. The burning wetness of Tim’s passage was ploughed over and over again by David’s manhood. The leather covering pulled and rubbed against the tender skin of David’s steel hard prong, the sensation one of ultimate pleasure as he let the erotic feel and touch of the hide envelope him, felt the surrender of his slave boy to total passion. David’s need built, his body trembled as jolts of electricity shot through him. He saw with amazement the polished black pole that was his cock ram in and out of the puckered pink hole as he took possession of his man. Tim was alive; truly alive. Every nerve in his body tingled. Every part of his being screamed out with the ecstasy visited upon him by the pounding of David’s turgid rod into his arse. He gave himself into the waves of exploding passion, felt the pendulum effect as he was rocked back and forth in the sling, impaled onto the sword of leather at his lover’s groin, ripped away from it again only to be pounded deeper. His body ached with desire. He clenched at the invading weapon as it was pulled from him, and opened again to take more and more of it as David lunged back into him. He swore he could feel the texture of the leather sheath as it attacked his innards, could sense the glistening polished hide pounding his body. The harder and faster that David fucked him the more he wanted. He grunted and moaned as the long powerful shaft explored his body, took it with joy, begged for more. The building ache within him was centered on his ravaged hole, and spread like fire throughout his body. The fantasies of his dreams had manifested themselves here, in the leather god loving him, fucking him, burying that staff of life within him. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over him. He was fucking in leather and being fucked by leather, literally. He was encased in the black hide, enveloped and possessed by his leather lover, and being penetrated and pounded by a leather weapon alive and part of him. He and David were joined totally as he urged his lover on and in, bucking against him, riding the leather rod of his man with all his might. The need within him reached a crescendo. His body writhed as gasps and moans of pleasure escaped his lips. He tried to hold back but nothing could resist the intensity of the passion as it exploded within him. Suddenly his cock exploded, gushers of white-hot semen flying into the air and crashing onto his chest, his face. David felt the heat build, knew he was close. He willed himself not to let go as he fucked deeper and faster into Tim. He fought against the urges of his rolling balls, the electric tingling in his leather encased cock. He sensed the urgent gripping of Tim’s body and ploughed into that willing tunnel, taking it and fucking it. When the first jet of white shot from Tim’s cock, flying upward right before David’s eyes, his own need erupted. His restrained manhood shot load upon load of searing cream into the surrounding leather sheath as David continued to piston in and out of his lover, not letting go of the pounding rhythm, determined to fuck this man until he dropped. The juice he emptied into Tim, contained within the leather covering, squelched and enveloped David’s burning fuckpole, as his heaving and pounding continued unabated. Incredibly, as the pumping jism subsided, David’s weapon remained hard as ever, the ramming, ploughing force of their lovemaking not missing a beat. Tim’s body exploded as his orgasm crashed over him. The splatters of cum that landed hot on his skin excited him even more. His cock poured his essence out, shooting load after load over himself. David grunted and fucked him even harder, and Tim felt David’s trembling climax within him. He ached with intense pleasure as the waves of eruption ebbed away, the passion not going with it. Instead, Tim was even more turned on, he continued to clamp and flex at David’s invading pole, urging him harder and deeper, wanting to have more and more of him. The ache of his spent cock added to the bliss of the pounding he took. Surprisingly, he realised that he had not lost his erection. A climax half as intense as the one he had just known would normally have left him weak for hours, but instead he was harder than ever, needed more, wanted all his lover could give and then some. He urged the leather-clad god at his arse to pound him harder, deeper, to fuck him like no fuck had ever been before. He gave himself completely to the passion, to the intensity, and to his man. And David fucked, pounded and pierced, thrust in and out of his lover, possessed of a strength and power he did not know existed. He rammed himself into Tim, pulled back and rammed again. The energy, the urgency of their lovemaking consumed him. His need built again, but he also needed to be truly joined with his lover, his man. As much as the leather excited him, aroused him, pleasured him, it had become a barrier between them, the sheath clutching at his manhood separating them in this boiling moment of joining. He wrenched backwards, pulling himself from Tim’s body and avoiding the pendulum swing of the harness so as not to enter again. Tim clenched and released at the battering ram of slick leather pounding him. He urged his lover, his David into him. As the passion increased once more he wanted him, wanted David, completely, wholly, needed to be joined with him as one. When David tore himself out of Tim’s body, Tim ached, emptied and incomplete. “Arrhhhhh…David…” he called urgently, “get that thing off and fuck me…now, PLEASE…I need you, just you, inside me!” David fumbled in his haste to undo and remove the leather sheath that had given them both the most incredible sensation. It was time to make love to his man, to enter him naked and take him. Ripping the glorious leather pouch from his swollen member he dropped it quickly and leaned to Tim again, pressing his slicked, moist cockhead to the loosened begging hole spread and inviting before him. As the two men touched again, they looked into each other’s eyes and without a word, together, they joined. David’s cock slid easily inside Tim, as Tim relaxed and allowed his lover entry without a hint of resistance. The hot wetness of Tim enveloped David instantly, welcoming him and clutching at him, drowning his raging hard on in a sea of warmth. The throbbing maleness of David’s sex penetrated Tim easily and deeply, burrowing into him, finding its true home within his body. Sinking to his complete length inside his lover, David came to rest against his butt, almost overcome by the incredible fire, which engulfed his cock. Tim urged him in, deep, hard, felt the steel of his lover’s prong probe within, drew him further, needing to have him inside. As David slammed against him, Tim felt complete, fulfilled, satisfied beyond measure. Neither of the men would ever feel whole again unless they were joined like this. Tim’s body would always be empty, aching and needing without David buried deep within. David would never again be truly comfortable or complete without Tim wrapped around him, clenching and gripping at him. Joined now, they looked to each other, each finding his compliment, his soul mate in the other, and knowing it in that instant. David leaned into his lover, his cock hard and throbbing, lost inside his man. As he did, Tim lifted up to him, clenching at his man’s pole. They kissed hard and long, their bodies locked together. Tongues explored and tasted, hands gripped and tugged, caressed and traced. Skin on skin, leather on leather, man on man they embraced, they made love. Still drinking of each other, mouths joined, they began to rock back and forth as David’s hard cock massaged Tim’s bowel. Passion grew, need intensified. David lifted his face from Tim’s, looked upon his lover, and thrust again. Tim urged him on, needing him, clenching at him. David pulled back and thrust again. Hard. Tim let him draw away, then gripped at him as he pushed, trying to draw his lover further and deeper inside him. Quickly they meshed, each anxious and needing, the rhythm they established fast growing to a churning animal rut as each gave himself over to unbridled passion and urgent need. David pounded, thrust and parried, his hips a blur as he shoved and lunged at his partner, burying himself and pulling back to bury deeper. Harder, faster, in and out his piercing weapon lunged at his man. Tim writhed in pleasure, clenching, gripping, taking. Their grunts and moans of ecstasy a chorus of male sex as they pushed each other to climax, venting their energy in total erotic abandonment, swathed in black leather and warm darkness, lost in their playroom. Divorced from the world they fucked and fucked and fucked, jabbing, penetrating, powerful sex driving them on and on. As David forced his manliness deeper and harder into Tim he took possession of his lover, owned him and wanted more. Tim, blinded by a clarity of thought in the midst of the passion engulfing him, realised that he in turn took possession of David’s manhood, gave himself to his lover and owned the man within him. Building themselves, pushing each other to the limit, they fucked and grunted, sweated and loved, until wordlessly, together, they reached the point of no return, the consummation of their loving. Bucking and heaving against one another, grinding into each other, stripped of all inhibitions, they exploded together. Tim writhed and gasped, clenching at David like a vice. David heaved and shoved himself at his lover, surging forward, sinking so far inside Tim he felt completely swallowed. As David’s electrified cock pumped his essence into Tim, Tim bucked and shot. He felt the power and the heat of David’s ejaculation, sensed the searing jism filling his waiting body, and responded by flooding them with his seed. David twitched and spurted, his heaving balls emptying their precious fluid through his trembling shaft and deep into Tim’s belly. Tim gripped at David and spurted load upon load of manjuice all over them, coating them both with creamy white cum. As their simultaneous orgasm peaked, they locked together, unmoving but for the endless, draining, pumping of their masculinity into and over each other. In that moment they became one being, one entity, joined and impenetrable, feeding from the power and the strength of each other. For minutes they stayed as they were. The force of their orgasm slowed. Slowly, gradually, almost reluctantly, the passion ebbed, but still they held together, joined, complete. Eventually the effort and the intensity of their lovemaking exacted its toll, and they collapsed, spent, exhausted. Gently easing back, extricating his flagging cock from Tim’s body, David sighed softly, “I love you.” Tim, feeling his lover pulling from him, clenched once more to drain the final drops of essence from David’s penis. But his clench was feeble, his strength drained. “I love you back,” he smiled softly into David’s eyes. Wearily they helped each other straighten up, extricate themselves from the sling. Unable to even stand steadily, they collapsed together laughing on the leather covered mattress on the floor. Holding each other close, arms and legs intertwined, rubbing against themselves they recovered slowly. The sweat and cum on their bodies squelched between them, permeating them. The aroma of sex and perspiration and leather and spent lust was heavy in the room as they joined again, kissing and holding to each other. Each lost in a sea of sated desire and emotional completeness, they lay together, still encased in their beloved leather, feeling and touching each other. “You have fulfilled my dreams, answered my prayers,” David declared to his lover, inches away. “I promise you that I will never love anyone as I love you, will never leave you, will give you everything I can, everything you want.” Tim looked into David’s eyes, his own beginning to moisten with joy. “You have already given me everything I could ever imagine wanting or needing. I am yours, forever,” he whispered to his man. For a long while they lay together silently, basking in the shared intimacy of true lovers. Tim lifted himself on one elbow, to look again at the beautiful leather clad body beside him. “This has to be the absolute living end!” he declared. David, drinking in the vision of his leathered lover alongside him, smiled “End? No way! Just look at all these other toys we have, and imagine even more we are yet to find…” he grinned mischievously. “Trust me, Tim, this really is just the beginning!” iainlthr@hotmail.com
