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"We met about two weeks ago. A dead end street. Well after midnight. Pretty sure it wasn't how you planned to start your day that morning was it, Son?"

If I hadn't remembered, that expression "Son" sure brought it home. The beefy Sheriff!

"I usually take Wednesdays off. I'll give you the address. Be at that address at 9 PM this Wednesday. That way we'll have all night. I have a few surprises for you. Have you a good meal early, and don't be late."

I had thought at length what I'd do if he called. I thought about calling an attorney, a private investigator, the FBI or somebody. I had remembered what he'd told me about the big man that tried to report him, and what happened to him. But mostly I just remembered the erotic experience, how hard my cock got being taken by him and how intimidating and exciting he was in his tight black leather gloves!

I'd been erotically stimulated by tight leather gloves for years. Any time I saw a big, mature man wearing leather gloves I fantasized about what it would be like to square off against him, hoping the encounter would lead to man sex. I tried to entice women to let me wear gloves during our sex, usually unsuccessfully. I wore gloves all the time when I jacked off. If I hadn't been drunk I could have remembered more about that night. I'd worn my tight black leather gloves every night after that night when I jacked off, thinking about the muscular Sheriff.

It was Sunday afternoon. When Monday came I tried to keep my mind on work. I forced myself not to "glove up" when I got home that night. I wanted to be as unsatisfied as possible when Wednesday night came. Would he let me get off sometime during the night? I'd for sure shoot a load or two, whether he liked it or not. Yea, try to keep that bold attitude when you get near him!

Wednesday finally came, and it took forever for the clock to get anywhere near 9 PM. Would jeans and a T-shirt be OK? Nervously, I made sure to leave early enough to not be late.

The address was somewhere out in the country. It was a fairly large cabin at the lake. There were no houses within 1/2 a mile, so it was secluded. His police car was backed in at the side. I glanced at the door handle of the car and remembered being handcuffed to it. A shudder! There was a name next to the door, it read "Jack". I knocked on the door and after what seemed like forever, it opened.

There he was! God, he was in uniform! That same tan uniform shirt that barely enclosed the massive chest and thick arms. He wore no undershirt and his thick gray bear fur flowed out of the top of the shirt. His arms looked even bigger that I'd remembered, and he was wearing the skin-tight black leather gloves. I hadn't noticed his dark brown uniform pants the previous night, but I saw the crotch area stirring and I knew what was in there!

"Smart not to be late, Son. That would have been unwise. I can see that you're still turned on by a muscled bear in a uniform. Let me ask you...do I look "horny, and a little bitchy" tonight?" As he spoke he was smoothing and tightening the black leather gloves on his big fists. My gaze was drawn to his big fists, the tight leather on them and the motion of him smoothing the thin leather. Then, my eyes met his and fortunately he was smiling.

"No Sir, you look like an erotically exciting, powerfully muscled mature man. I've had a skin-tight leather glove fetish for years and you exceed any fantasy I ever had."

He smiled again and locked the front door. I felt a shiver when he did that but he just said, "I don't like to be disturbed".

Then he lead me through the cabin to a large room. There was an assortment of weights and a weight bench with a barbell on the support. I didn't know but I estimated that it held over 300 pounds. Off to the side was a king size bed. When I saw it I shuddered again!

Against one wall near the weight bench was a section of padding about six feet wide. It was rather thick and I couldn't figure out its purpose.

Sheriff Jack (I now knew his name) took off his shirt, displaying the bear fur covered massive chest I'd remembered. This time I could make out a tattoo of a rather angry looking bear over one thick pectoral, almost completely hidden by chest hair. This time when he lowered his uniform pants over the tree-trunk thighs I see he's wearing a jockstrap instead of boxers. The jock is completely full of pulsing bear meat!

"OK, strip down to your briefs or boxers or whatever you're wearing. We're getting close to the first surprise."

I did as I was told, and stood before this dangerous looking bear of a man in my boxers.

"I have a pair of tight black leather gloves for you to wear. We're going to have some fun, and I want you gloved. Interesting that you're turned on by tight leather gloves. I'm sure you know that they make me hot too!"

This beefy man picked out a pair of quality gloves, turned me around and came up so close that I could feel his heaving chest and pulsing jock against my body. He reached around and began to slowly pull the thin black leather gloves onto my hands, and my cock began to swell with an uncontrolled arousal!

I realized I was softly moaning when he said "I figure you're getting hard, Son. I'll let you know when you can shoot a load. I'm in control, and it'll be best if you don't get off before I say so. Remember, I said once before, you've got to look out for your health. But it feels real good with your body up against my big chest and bear cock."

Then to my surprise, he reached a tightly gloved hand around to an erect nipple, began to roughly massage it and I felt his moist mouth and teeth nibbling my ear. Then I felt a gloved hand working my pulsing cock through my boxers. Can this be happening? And how can I keep from coming with this going on? I'm at his mercy! Maybe he's going to use those hard, gloved fists on me if I cum. Oh, God!

Then he came around in front of me and said, "Let's have some fun. I'm going to fulfill a fantasy I'm sure you have. Come with me."

He led me over to the padding on the wall and turned with his own back near it. I watched as he rolled the thick muscles in his shoulders and then threw slow motion left and right punches to an imaginary midsection, as he shadow boxed just a bit. The slow motion highlighted the muscles in his power laden arms, shoulders and chest. His crotch bounced noticeably as he rocked back and forth.

"I'll bet you've fantasized about a thick, muscled mature man in tight leather gloves in front of you. You square off with him, and he can't keep you from landing your tight leather gloved fists into his beefy midsection. You can see that it's erotic for him too, because his big bear cock is hard and pulsing with each punch you land."

"You might want to start slowly until you're warmed up, but then I want you to take all the time you want. Do your best to tear my gut up! Don't stray low ,or there will be Hell to pay!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! One of my most erotic fantasies right in front of me! He could see my hesitation, so he formed my right gloved hand into a fist, patted his muscled gut with his gloved hand and brought my fist into his gut. He smiled.

I moved closer. Jack had his fists up like it was a real fight. What if it was a trick? Well Hell, if it was a trick I wouldn't leave here alive anyway!

I began to slam my gloved fists into his gut, not beginning slowly at all. I was in pretty good shape, had good form and my tight gloved fists splatted into his muscular torso, spraying our sweat with each punch. After a while, and after I had landed some very hard punches he threw straight lefts and rights past my head very closely, as if we were really fighting! It was frightening and exciting at the same time to see his big tightly gloved fists move right past my face. Each time one of his fists went by I got a close look at the massiveness of the biceps and triceps that made up those huge arms!

I continued to drive my gloved fists into the gut in front of me, and on occasion I'd stop to smooth the thin leather on my fists before I began again. He winced a few times and he let out an "oooff" once or twice when I slammed three or four punch combinations to the same place in his reddening gut, but he just smiled afterward. He had warned me about punches straying low. So since he'd said nothing about up high, I landed hard gloved fists into "the bear" hiding on his pectoral, spraying the sweat from bear fur. He smiled when I did this too.

As I continued to do my best to destroy his midsection he reached a big gloved hand down and began to fondle my cock and balls. The package had been released from my boxers, and he fondled me thoroughly as I worked my tightly gloved fists into his gut! My breathing increased at his erotic stimulus was getting me close, and he raised both of his gloved hands and put them on my shoulders. He massaged my shoulder muscles with powerful hands.

Close to half of an hour had passed. He certainly wasn't bored but he was ready for more.

"Son, it's time to do some damage. Get serious with your punches." Hell, I thought I'd been doing just that.

He'd determined that I was right handed and he reached down, took my left gloved hand and formed it around his aroused package. He then shifted his torso so that it was directly in line with my right side. I was holding on to his heavy cock with my left hand and powering my right gloved fist directly into his navel. I delayed between punches, repositioning my feet and rolling my shoulders and then threw my right gloved fist in punches with all I had. I must have hit him this way over two dozen times. The pulsing uncut cock was fully erect, out of the top of his jock and leaking precum. It felt like it was half way up my forearm.

As I continued to slam my right gloved fist into his gut he roughly abused my left nipple with a gloved hand. I went to work on "the bear" again. Punch after punch, and then solid uppercuts to the reddening gut. I was doing good work, because he would wince more often now. But still the smile returned. I wanted to go at him all night but I must have been fading just a little.

"When you're through Son, you know it's going to be my turn. You have me remembering that big man that I told you about who was going to report me. No danger, though. By the way, I want you to stay hard and not cum when I work my gloved fists into your gut. You won't find out all I can do but you'll know we've squared off against each other."