By Rex Conners

Friction July 1990

Back in 72 and 73, I spent - a lot of time at the baths. Even though I was nearly 25, I still lived at home, and the baths seemed safer than hanging out at a bar or somewhere worse. I’m from a big Italian family, and I knew they’d just shit if they found out I was into cock. And I was into body building in a big way. In a year or two, I might really be a contender in national competition, and a reputation as a fag would be sure to end that. Inside, I didn’t have any prob­lems about being gay—it was just that I’d just as soon it stayed private. Anyway, that was the reason for the baths. There were usual­ly hot guys there, people didn’t try to get too heavy, or start up anything serious, and that was just the way I wanted it. Besides, since I was pumping iron every day, guys seemed to get off on my body. And I got off on the way they got off on me. On this particular night— morning really, it was about four—I was just hanging out in the TV room. It was a weekday, the place was pretty empty. I hadn’t gotten there till about two, and there wasn’t much to choose from. So, I’d just flopped down in my towel on a bench in front of the tube and watched porn. I was close to crashing when this guy walked in.

I heard his footsteps and I jerked awake enough to drape my towel back across my crotch as I checked the guy out.

He was young, maybe 19 or 20, a black guy with a slim, tight body. I’d never made it with a black guy. I’d beat off once or twice to pictures of black guys, though, and at that moment, when I looked back to the TV, two black guys were making it on the screen!

The benches were arranged sort of like stair steps, and the guy sat down on the one just above me, maybe a foot or two away. I could see he was checking out my body. I’m not bragging or nothing, but my body’s real good—I work at it. And it’s ex­citing when guys admire it.

I could see him out the corner of my eye and he didn’t look up at the movie even once. I felt it wouldn’t hurt to give him a little show. I know it’s kinda weird, but I get off havin’ people watch me fucking or playing with myself.

I leaned back further against the bench and stretched. I made sure to flex my arms and my bel­ly. Guys really like the ridges in my stomach. Real absent-like, I rubbed my crotch a little through my towel. I could see him reaching under his towel.

I stretched again and ran a hand across my chest and belly, then quickly rolled off the bench, landing square in push-up posi­tion on the floor. I started the push-ups real slow and con­trolled. I could just imagine the way my lats looked—rippling strong under the skin of my back. I kept at it till I’d worked up a lit­tle sweat, then I flipped over on my back and started my leg-lifts.

My towel had come loose as soon as I started the push-ups and by now it was just lying under my butt. I liked being naked with other people around. Being bare-assed always felt real good.

I counted up to fifteen, then twenty leg-lifts. The black guy seemed to like what he was watch-in’ ‘cause without even really looking, I could see his hand moving up and down under his towel. This was starting to get me hot. Like always, when I exercise with people around, my dick was already about half hard, layin’ up in a curve against my abs.

I started some crunches and looked up to check that he was still watching me and he caught my eyes this time. He kept his gaze locked onto me—like he was challenging me or something— and flipped back his towel. He wanted me to see him beating his meat!

And his meat was something to look at. Damn! His body was tight enough, but his cock had to be nearly a foot long. Almost like he could read my mind, he wrapped both fists around his dick—and three or four inches still stuck up above his hands. Then he leaned back and started pumping it slowly again and reached up and squeezed one of his black tits. I realized that without even thinkin’ about it, my hand started pulling at my balls. I flexed again for him, and propped up one knee.

Now that he knew that he had my full attention, he twisted around and lay down on his back on the bench—his monster dick standing straight up. Then, real slow and easy, he swung his legs up in the air and over himself. He bent his knees and started bring­ing them down behind his head.

Inch by inch his cock got closer to his own mouth. I’ve never seen anything like that before. I com­pletely forgot about what I was doing. He slid it between his lips—one inch, two, three, maybe even four inches into his mouth. He braced himself, and moved his hips up and down as he sucked himself off. I began beating my meat.

I could see his asshole because of the way his butt was spread. I could see him hold his dick just away from his face, and lick a lit­tle pre-cum off the tip. Then he slid his cock into his throat again. It was as if I was hypnotized. I got up on my knees, jerking my pud hard. Mine was big, but the size of my fuck tool didn’t even come close to his.

I never let up beating my meat as I got up, then knelt down on the bench next to the black hunk. I took my free hand and ran two fingers up and down the crack of his ass. He slid his dick out of his mouth and stuck out his tongue to lick the tip again. Then, he rolled his legs back down.

He was laying in front of me, on his back. He put his hands behind his head and smiled. His long dick lay hard against his bel­ly. He knew he looked good. Men must react to his cock the same way they react to my body. I ran a hand across his pecs, then down onto his belly. He was small, but his muscles were rock-hard under smooth taut black skin. I squeezed his firm little pecs, ran my palm down his side onto his tiny waist and narrow hips. Then, I lifted his dick, but my fingers wouldn’t close all the way around it. I started sucking him.

I’m not the best cocksucker in the world. I couldn’t even get most of his big black dong in my mouth, but I sucked hard, taking all I could before I started to cough. The guy gave me a little grope, to let me know it felt good, then he started to roll his hips a little

I beat my cock with one hand and felt up his balls with the other. My head was bobbing up and down in his crotch. I came up for air once and saw that a couple of other guys had come in­to the room and were watching us. The black guy saw them, too. He took a hand and calmly moved my head back down to his dick. He liked an audience, as well!

I would have sucked him off. Hell, plenty of guys have done me without getting off themselves, but my partner had other ideas. Just when I thought he was about to shoot in my mouth, he reached up and pushed my head off of him. I sat up on my knees, jerking myself and breathing hard. He sat up in front of me with his legs spread and let me go down on him for another minute, then he motioned for me to stand up and took my cock in his mouth.

I’ll admit it, he was better at cocksucking than I was. He deep-throated me while his hands ran all over my front. I flexed my muscles for him, and closed my eyes as he twisted my tits. He gave them one last pinch, then dug his hands into the muscles of my back. He was really getting off on my body, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off his cock, sticking up from his groin like a thick, black billy club. There were four or five other guys in the room with us and at least two of them had dropped their towels and were jerking off while watching us.

The black stud’s hands worked down my back, onto my butt. I could feel his fingers digging in­to the crack of my ass. I spread my legs a little wider. Another man slipped in the room. It was like we were performing in a live sex show. I flexed and twisted, propping one leg up on the step so he could get to my butt better. By bending over him a little, I could reach a fist around his dick. I dropped a wad of spit onto my hand and rubbed it all over the big knob of his cockhead.

When he saw that I was get­ting too close, he stopped and leaned back, wiping the saliva from his mouth. We grinned at each other. We were both jerking our own meat and we ran our hands over our own tits, mirror­ing each other’s actions. It was like I was seeing his dick on my body. He flexed his smaller muscles when I flexed mine.

It was he who broke the scene off again. If it hadn’t been for him, I would have cum already—a couple of times. He stood up and turned around, then got down on his knees again, on the bench above me. His ass was in my face I licked it. I could see cum dripping off the fist of one of the guys watching. He didn’t leave, though, but just rubbed the cum around his chest and kept watching us. The black dude spread his thighs further. I buried my face in his crack.

I flicked out my tongue to lap his asshole I rimmed his butt and sucked the insides of his cheeks. The black flesh tasted salty, sweaty. I loved it. I worked my tongue up his hole, slicking him up. Then I had to come up for air.

Two other guys were beating each other off. Two more guys were together, one behind the other, facing us. I couldn’t tell if the one in front was getting fucked or not. I stretched one arm up over my head, reached around my black lover and grabbed his dick with the other one, jerking him off for the crowd.

Then I got up on my knees behind him on the same bench. He twisted his head back, smiling at me, and pushed his ass back against my crotch. I took my dick in my free fist and aimed for his butthole.

I slid inside his gut real easy. Once I was in there, though, he clamped his ass muscle hard around the base of my dick. This guy had been fucked before, maybe even that night. And he looked like he loved it.

I didn’t even move. He took charge, pumping his hips. I reached around again, getting his dick with one hand and his balls with the other. And he rode me fast, slamming my meat in and out of his ass. Then he slowed down, working his butt to milk my cock. Once, he pulled all the way off, then drove all the way back and I nearly came.

The crowd watching us was enjoying an orgy now. Every eye was on us, but hands were everywhere—twisting tits, grop­ing balls, pumping dicks. Fingers slid up strangers’ assholes. The guy in front of the cute hunk was definitely getting fucked now.

I was going to shoot in my partner’s butt, but he pulled back again. Before he even began, I knew what he was going to do. He lay down flat and pulled me up on top of him. I straddled his hips. He slicked up his cock with spit. Then, he shifted down, so his cock was right under my ass. He held his huge tool straight up with his fist—ready for me to sit on it.

That huge black cock up my butt—with all these guys watch­ing? Half of me wanted it, wanted to feel the rod sliding up me, wanted to see all those men around watching me take it up the ass. But the other half of me was scared stiff. I didn’t get fucked all that often, and never with anybody watching.

I felt the knob of the head pushing at my hole. I’d take a lit­tle I’d let him get just the head of his dick up my butt—then we’d see.

It was stretching my ass open—a lot wider than it had ever been before, even the time a guy had put three fingers up me. My ass was burning! I didn’t think I could take it…

My eyes popped open and I saw all the men. Naked men. A dozen or more now. Humpy men…muscles. . cocks swing­ing…all watching us. Watching to see me take that cock up my ass. Watching to see the muscle man slide down onto the monster black rod. I jammed my butt down a little harder, wincing from the pain. A guy getting jerked off started to moan. Another man went down on his knees—dick in his mouth— looking at us out of the corners of his eyes. I gasped and shoved myself further onto the stiff rod. It was filling my insides— stretching my gut. There was still a lot to go. I bit my lower lip and started the long slide

It went in forever. It jammed against the prostate gland and pushed against the back of my bladder. Then, it was all the way in, twelve inches of thick, black cock rammed up my butt.

Like he had done to me, I started fucking myself on his dick. I used my thigh muscles to ease my ass up and to jam it back down. I arched my back, flexing my pecs and pinching my tits. I let my head roll back, riding my big body up and down on his huge fuck-pole. I didn’t need to look at the crowd now. I knew how beautiful we looked, both of us in control — both of us sweating and gasping. I could see the picture we made in my head, and it gave me much pleasure

I bucked harder, impaling my huge body over and over again on his thick shaft. I looked down at his tight, shiny body, twisting and writhing underneath me One of his hands clutched at my balls. The other one reached under us, feeling for the spot where his dick was slipping in and out of me. His finger teased the ring of my asshole I squeezed and twisted my tits. I heard myself moaning.

Then, the black man was unloading inside me I felt his hot cum deep in my gut. I felt it ooz­ing out my hole around his dick—even while I kept plowing up and down, milking his rod like he had done mine

When my first load let loose, it must have flown about six feet. Drops of it hit the floor. More of it fell across the black guy’s mouth. It puddled on his belly. I slammed my body down on his dick one last time and we both moaned. He licked my cum off his lips and licked where it had splashed on his arm. I couldn’t stop cumming. He was still shooting inside me It was like the thick shaft up my butt was forc­ing every last drop from my in­sides. His dick twitched again in my ass, then I fell on top of him.

Slowly, his long dick— softening quickly—slid out of me Many of the guys around us had cum. It was the best lay I’d ever had. I went back to his room with him and we made it again.

We kept making it with each other and now, I can take his dick as quick as he can take mine.

We’ve also found a job we both enjoy. We do a live sex show in a gay club twice a week. And if anybody thinks they can get a crowd hotter than we can, I’d like to see them try!

I was in the locker-room of the Pipeworks, it was an hour or so before throwing out time and it was dead. James the hot builder with the 9” cock and the scar above his lip showed up. But I was already dressed and planning to check out Cathedral Quarter, I figured he wouldn’t be too far behind me. Cathedral Quarter was a disappointment, then James showed up. I was grateful to him, for coming to my rescue, so I’d happily, obligingly suck his cock hard and let him pound my ass. Since he didn’t want to hang around Cathedral Quarter, we went to his car and headed up to Cavehill Forest Park. There was a car already there, but we figured they were here for the same thing. It wasn’t until I started sucking James’ cock, that he dealt another blow to my sex life. He wasn’t going to bareback anymore, I continued sucking him and swallowed his load. But I was disappointed. I got him to drop me off back at the Cathedral, which turned out to be a good call. During my absence, some signs of life had emerged. There was a cute scally dude, who I’m pretty sure is rent - so I left him to his own devices and did another circuit. I eventually saw a cute stocky guy in a Tan leather jacket, so I headed into the bushes. Cute stocky guy was quick on the up-take and followed me. Once he was standing in front of me, I took a minute to give him a quick appraisal. Mid-20’s, dark spikey hair, nice face and rugby player build - definitely on to a winner!

I undid cute stocky guy’s jeans and pulled them down with his underwear. Then I took his semi-erect cock in my mouth and started to suck it, swallowing it deep and letting it stiffen in my mouth. Fully erect he was about 6”. Not in the same league as James, but I was confident that he knew how to use it. I continued sucking his cock, swallowing it deep and letting it slam the back of my throat. Cute stocky guy moaned with pleasure and grabbed the back of my head pulling down on to his cock and holding me there while he abused my tonsils. It felt awesome, in spite of the fact he was constantly triggering my gag reflex and I was battling to keep it under control. I discreetly lubed up my fuck hole while I was hunkered down, sucking his cock. Eventually he let me up for air, then he turned his back to me and bent over. I didn’t even try to penetrate him, I just said, “I’m a Bottom”. He stood back up and said, “Then, bend over”. I was quick to comply and I took a few hits of poppers, before turning round and bending. I felt his hard bare cock against my pucker and I took another hit of poppers, as he pushed himself inside me. Then I gasped as his balls slapped against my ass, he felt really good inside me. Slowly he withdrew and started to pound my pucker, it wasn’t a brutal fuck. It was steady measured and firm. There was force and strength in his thrusts. Just not so much, that he’d be risking a fractured pelvis. I took a couple more hits of poppers and really relaxed into the fuck, letting cute stocky guy take control. He knew what he was doing and kept a steady pace, as he thrust his bare cock into my cumhole.

It was incredible, I had to stop wanking, as the head of his cock nudged my prostate with every thrust. My fuck chute was buzzing and cute stocky guy kept driving his cock home. I moaned as his cock tormented me, in the best possible way. Suddenly we heard footsteps and set about fixing ourselves, it could have been the police, gay bashers or any number of people. It was guy in his mid-20’s he was wearing a white shirt and jeans. His dark hair was close, cropped and sculpted with product. He was pretty good looking, he appeared to be nicely toned and I was certain that I’d saw him grasping his crotch. He walked past, choosing to do another circuit, before joining me and cute stocky guy. I bent over again and cute stocky guy pushed his, still hard, bare cock back into my fuck chute. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down on to his cock, as he thrust it in and out of my fuck hole. As the guy in the white shirt approached us he started undoing his shirt, his chest and stomach were covered with a dense, dark matt of hair. He was a cub, he was hairy cub in white shirt. Cute stocky guy kept his cock buried in my ass, while hairy cub in white shirt undid his jeans and shucked them down. His dark briefs did a poor-job of obsuring his fuck meat from view, it was already stiff and ready for some attention.

I freed hairy cub in white shirt’s cock from his briefs and admired it for a second, it was about 7.5” and fairly thick, with nice loose foreskin. In short, it was a really pretty cock. I took it in my mouth and swallowed deep, letting hairy cub in white shirt abuse my tonsils. He grabbed my head and started skull fucking me, hammering the back of my throat and triggering my gag reflex. After a couple minutes cute stocky guy decided he wanted to watch me get pounded. So he pulled out and showed hairy cub in white shirt, that it was OK to fuck me bareback. Hairy cub in white shirt was definitely game, he traded places with cute stocky guy and slid his hard, bare cock inside me. As soon as his balls touched my ass cheeks, he withdrew and started pounding me with gusto. His cock was thicker than cute stocky guy’s, so he stretched my fuck hole even more with each thrust. I could feel my ass straining around hairy cub in white shirt’s cock, he thrust into my guts - opening up my willing cumhole. I started flexing my ass muscles around his stiff shaft, he wasn’t stimulating my prostate as much as cute stocky guy had been. So I decided I could become more active, in the fuck, without cumming. Hairy cub in white shirt was clearly enjoying what I was doing. He started to fuck me harder and harder. Cute stocky guy was enjoying himself, he put his cock in my mouth and started to egg on hairy cub in white shirt, he started the most awesomely dirty talk.

“Yeah! Fuck him harder, fuck him raw.”

There was no response from hairy cub in white shirt or from me. It’s difficult to talk when ur mouth is full of cock.

“Yeah, fuck him! Let me see him take your big bare cock.”

“Mmmphfg.”

“Fuck him hard! He wants it, he’s wants your big raw cock.”

“Mmmhhgpfh.”

“Yeah! Does his cock feel good in you? Do you want him to fuck you harder?”

“Mmffghtfpp.”

“Yeah! You want him to fuck you bareback, don’t you?”

“Mmphffgtphgg.”

“Fuck yeah! Cum in his ass, I wanna slide in on your cum.”

Hairy cub in white shirt, had made no contributions to the dirty talk. But he was now pounding my fuck hole, he grabbed my hips and slammed himself into me. It was apparent that he was edging, with each thrust he got even closer to cumming. He had reached a stage where he had no control over his nuts, he was gonna spunk. He pulled my down on his cock, determined that I wasn’t going to escape. Determined that cute stocky guy was going to get to slid in on his load. His fingertips dug into my flesh as his spunk percolated, then he slammed his cock deep into me and bellowed. I felt a sharp sting, as his final thrust impaled me. Then I felt the familiar twitch of an unloading cock, as his spunk gushed into my guts. He pulled out and stepped back, so cute stocky guy cud finish fucking. I was shattered, but I was gonna have to work cute stocky guy’s cock now. Cute stocky guy pushed his bare cock into my ass and I flexed my muscles around his hard fuck meat, he pistoned into me and gasped clearly enjoying himself. He said, “Fuck, it feels so good. Your still so tight and your ass is so wet. Fuck, I love it!” I continued to flex my ass, around cute stocky guy’s cock - as he resumed his assault on my prostate. The buzz in my fuck hole came back and willed myself not cum until after him. Thankfully he didn’t have much left to give, he groaned loadly and his cock spasmed - as he pumped his load into my ass, with hairy cub in white shirt’s load. The buzz in my prostate was enough to put me over the edge, I came with minimal effort.

By Ken Leigh

(International Leatherman.January-February.1997)

I called Serge soon after discovering I was to be in the The City for the weekend. We had not seen each other in some time, and he suggested we meet for dinner. Afterward, he would have some en­tertainment for his “slaveboy.” His voice became deeper over the phone: “I will send you instructions as to what to bring so that you can change at my place. Also, there will be reading for you to dis­cuss with me to put you in the right frame of mind.” As I hung up the phone, I wondered just what I had gotten myself into this time.

I carefully packed what Serge had required: a pair of tight, torn jeans; a chain and leather harness I had purchased from Mr. S; leather biker jacket; boots. I had asked about a T-shirt, and was told I would not need it. I cringed when he said, “It would just be torn off anyway.” My readings dealt with different phases of servitude, sto­ries of being taken by a Master and trained, and many passages from Preston’s Mr. Benson which I think I had memorized. All I could think about on the flight out was that it was going to be an intense evening.

Dinner was wonderful, as we ate in one of The City’s celebrated restaurants. On the drive back to his place, Serge started to ask questions about what I had read, how I felt about being someone’s slaveboy, and being on display. He also asked if I had brought everything I was told. I quietly replied, “Yes, Sir. I know better than to disappoint.” He smiled and brushed his hand up my leg to the crotch.

“Good boy,” he said, squeezing my dick and balls. “You have at least remembered one of your lessons.” I rose up as far as I could in the seat and winced at the sudden pain. “A little sensitive tonight aren’t we? I’ll have to take care of that later.” As we approached the front door, I was reminded of our safe-words and signs. “Once we enter the house, you are my boy and will do as I command.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, and bowed my head in respect. Serge took my chin and lifted it to his eyes. “Behave yourself, and you will have a fantasy filled tonight; disobey, and it will be an experience you will not soon forget.” We went up the stairs to his living room where I was told to fix drinks and sit at his feet. The questioning continued about my reading, especially about passages from Mr. Benson, and if I had any health problems. After a while, I was told to get my bag of things for Serge’s inspection. He was pleased and told me to change in a corner of the room while he changed into his leathers.

Because of the tears, I brought a jock to wear under my jeans, and the black material showed through the faded, shredded denim. The chain on the harness was cold as I wrapped and snapped it around my chest. I hissed as the metal touched my back and heard Serge chuckle in the other room. Once on, I looked in the mirror. The leather and metal fit snugly and framed my hairy chest well. I was thankful for all that time in the gym. The jeans could not be any tighter and allow me to move and breathe, but they did frame my legs and butt well, in all immodesty. I was lost in my narcissism when I noticed Serge’s reflection in the mirror. I turned and fell to my knees.

He looked like a Tom of Finland icon. His leather jeans looked like molds as they outlined his thighs and butt — his dick made an impressive mound at his crotch. He was wearing a black T-shirt which somehow stretched over his chest and seemed to outline every muscle. He was wearing a jacket which was loosely zipped at the bottom. A whip hung at his side as did a pair of shiny handcuffs. On his lapel was a pair of evil-looking tit clamps. I dared to look up into his eyes as I touched his leg. “You look wonderful, Sir. Is there anything I can do for you, Sir?” He smiled, looked at his feet and turned them.

“My boots are dusty. Take this cloth, clean them and give them a good bath with your slave-tongue.” I hurriedly crawled over to get the flannel cloth then gently started to clean the Dehners. I folded the cloth over and started to shine them after licking them with my tongue. A sheen appeared, and I crawled back, the sign I was fin­ished. “Good boy, you remember how to please your Master.” After a pause, Serge said, “Stand up, let me see you.” I stood straight, looked Serge in the eyes, and bowed my head. As I did this, Serge was sitting and motioned me to turn around. “You’ve been keeping in shape. Come here.” I walked over to his chair. “What’s this fab­ric?” He noticed the jock and fingered it through the ripped material. “Modesty never became you, but I guess this will be all right for now. Come, kneel beside me. I have something special for you to wear tonight. Close your eyes.” As I knelt and closed my eyes, I heard a clasp and then something cold and heavy on my neck. I heard the clasp again and a lock being put in place and sensed the weight. I was told to open my eyes, and I saw a thick leather collar with spikes in the mirror. The lock was in the back and a ring was in the front. “There is no doubt as to your position tonight, is there?”

“No, Sir, I am your boy, Sir.” I reached up with my hands to touch the points of the collar and was shocked to find out how sharp they were.

“Remember how sharp those points are. If you misbehave to­night, you’ll be wearing those points on the inside along with a couple of other surprises I might have.” The thought of that shocked me. “Yes, Sir, I’ll be good, Sir, I’ll make you proud.”

“Good. Put your hands behind your back.” After doing so, I felt cold metal on my wrists and the setting of the handcuffs. A leash was attached to the collar, and I felt it tug me closer to the chair. “Now that I have your attention, I’ll tell you what is planned for the evening. You are going to be taken to my club and introduced as my slave from out of town. You will do what I say when I say it. Chances are, I will have friends there too. So, you had better not embarrass me.” A tug of the leash almost caused me to lose my balance as I nodded my head. “Afterward, if you do well, we will go for a drink. It could be quite a festive evening for you and something about which you could tell your friends. Just remember your readings and place yourself in what you have read.” As he talked, I looked into the bottomless ice-blue pools of his eyes which were framed by his closely cut black beard and hair which seemed to have the begin­nings of some gray. A look of fiendish mischief flashed on his face before a serious scowl took over which scared me. I wondered if I had not gone too far this time. My apprehension must have been evident as Serge patted my head. “Remember your safeword and sign, but fall into the environment. I will always be within easy distance if you are indisposed.” We left for the club after he un­locked the handcuffs.

On Folsom Street after parking the car, I was led through a dark doorway and was met by a heavily muscled attendant. “Serge,” he said, “you have a new toy with you tonight. How do you keep finding the good ones? He will need to fill out some forms.”

After completing them, I was led to a check room and told to remove my jacket. I might as well have been told to strip; I felt that exposed. I tried to fold my arms over my chest as we walked into the next room, but Serge thrust both tongue and pelvis in me. I could already feel the precum, and he must have also as he felt my jock. “You are excited about all of this, aren’t you? Let me give you a little something to occupy your thoughts.” As he said this, he took the tit clamps from his lapel and somehow set both of them at the same time. I hit my head against the wall and hissed loudly as I tried to shake my torso, the wrong thing to do as the heavy chain pulled each nipple and the teeth seemed to dig in deeper. I regained my balance and slowly opened my eyes.

“Sir, please, please, take them off or lighten them.”

“You know what to say, boy,” was his reply. I bit my lip; I was not giving in this early in the evening and winced as he played with the chain. “You need training. It looks as if you have been screwing off.” He dropped the chain which pulled my nipples downward. The force of the drop caused me to shut my eyes hard, but they were opened by a tug of the leash as we walked into another room.

I could not believe my eyes and ears. Guys in various stages of undress were huddled around others in what could only be called an out-of-control orgy. A tall, slender guy beside me was having his dick and balls serviced by two other men who were on their knees and playing with themselves. Another pair of guys was worshipping his nipples and somehow, a fifth guy was Frenching him as he ran his hands through his blond hair. All were moaning with increased intensity. As Serge started to lead me away, there was a short, sharp cry from a guy being serviced, and it appeared several were cumming at the same time. I was fixated by the scene as Serge pulled hard on my leash.

“Get over here,” he said with notice­able displeasure, “You’ll get yours soon enough.” My dick was leaking precum again into the soggy jock. I was motioned to get on my knees in front of Serge. After doing so, I looked up. “Show your Master how happy you are.” As he said this, my face was dragged to his crotch. Since my hands were cuffed, I had to use my nose to feel his lengthening cock and balls. Once I found the tip, I took my tongue and outlined it back up to his crotch. “Take the zipper with your teeth and open it.” I straightened up so that my teeth could find the clasp. After several tries, I was able to start the zipper’s descent. Once open, I thrust my nose into the musky crotch and tenderly bounced his balls on my tongue. An audible sigh, even in this room, was my sign I was doing well. Serge widened his stance and released his cock and balls from his jeans. They were an artist’s perfection.

Someone immediately knelt down beside me and started toward Serge. However, he was brushed aside as I quickly took my prize. My tongue made its way under the foreskin and started a circular motion around the head. My head’s grip tightened briefly, but Serge’s hands then fell on my shoulders. I looked up briefly and saw his face. I must have pleased him by the look of contentment. I released the cock and began to tongue both balls at one time. As I inched closer, I managed to get both orbs into my mouth and gently pulled on the ballsac. Serge got on the tips of his toes as I played with them in my mouth.

“Where did you learn that boy?” he asked. While in my mouth, I gently rolled one over the other with my tongue, and my nose teased the base of his cock. I popped one and then the other out of my mouth and stepped back for air. Serge took my head and brushed back the hair from my eyes. “You are surprising your Mas­ter tonight. We might have to have a special talk later to find out who has been teaching you!” He must have needed a moment to regain his composure as he pulled me close and massaged my shoulders. He fondled his dick and balls briefly and pulled them; a gentle jerk of the leash told me ‘to get up from the floor. The movement brought my attention back to my tits which swung with the move­ment of the heavy metal chain connecting the clamps. My quick hissing sound did nothing to create any sympathy from Serge. He just led me out of the room and down an even more dimly lit hall.

At the end of the hall, we stopped, and Serge had me face the wall to release the handcuffs. I did not realize how stretched my arms and chest were, but the relief was short-lived as I was turned around and my arms pulled above my head and attached to some­thing. The movement created new waves of pain in my tits as the chain moved. Serge stood closely and motioned with his feet for me to spread my legs. As I did this, the clamps were removed. The rush of blood caused me to try to bring my arms down and draw my legs to my chest as I hissed loudly. Instead, my legs were caught by Serge’s, and I tried to wrap them around his body. At the same time, he thrust his tongue into my mouth as he started to punch his crotch into mine, and my legs tried to crawl farther up toward his waist. I heard his zipper and then felt his cock enter into the ripped crotch of my jeans. His hands were push­ing me even farther against the wall, and his breath was growing shorter and shorter as he pulled one swollen nipple then the other with his teeth. My precum-soaked jock must have felt good — once his cock found the area, he started to thrust viciously be­tween my legs. I continued to suck his tongue further inside me. He suddenly with­drew the tongue and started to bite a line down my neck and shoulder as the piston-like thrusts started again and grew faster and harder. I was hanging by my arms while my legs were fully spread around his waist and feet crossed for support.

I heard a sharp gasp for air and felt teeth where my shoulder and arm joined. I felt wetness on the hairs between my legs and on my jock as Serge came. Serge’s arms enveloped me for support as I started to convulse and shoot my load. The intensity of the release was heightened by Serge’s fon­dling of my poor swollen tits. Breathless, I finally came back to reality, and my legs slid back to the floor as my lifeless body hung by its arms, and I tried to stand. Serge stuffed his still-bloated, stiff cock into his jeans and zipped them. He then took my head into one hand and brushed away the damp hair from my eyes.

“We can be such animals. This place brings out the raw animal in most everyone.” He gently kissed my forehead, nose and lips as I came back to life.

“I am going away for a minute. Behave yourself and don’t at­tract any attention.” A cocky smile came over his lips as he slapped the side of my ass.

“Please, Sir, don’t leave me alone; you said you would not leave me.” I began to shake and uselessly tried to pull my arms from their prison.

“Relax,” he responded. “Nothing will happen to you here. Just behave yourself.” He rubbed the sides of my ass, turned and walked away.

As soon as he left, someone come toward me. The man was a giant, at least from my viewpoint. He was a 6-foot-6 bodybuilder. The dim light caught the oiled curves of his upper arms and wash­board features of his stomach. He was wearing just a shiny leather thong which left nothing to the imagination as it obscenely outlined his oversized cock and balls. He stopped in front of me, and his finger outlined my face. I tried to bow my head and turn away, but his paws grabbed my head and held it. “Please, Sir, my Master placed me here to be alone. I don’t want to get into trouble, Sir, please don’t touch me.” As I was saying this, the man gently massaged my nipple; his other hand gently outlined my lips which started to reach for the fingers to suck them.

“That’s right, little boy, suck them gently — show Daddy how you miss him.” Another finger was placed in my mouth as I closed my eyes and started to pick up the sucking action as his other hand massaged my chest. I knew it was wrong, but I continued.

I opened my eyes to see another man walking toward me. He was wearing just a body harness and a chain jock which was shin­ing even in the dim hall. Both items seemed to be stretched as much as possible to cover his hairy, developed body. “What do we have here? A public toy?” I came to my senses and tried to spit out the fingers to talk.

“Please, please leave. My Master will be back soon. He … he told me to behave myself and be quiet. I … I’m supposed to be alone.” As I was trying to talk, I was also trying to turn away from them, but it was useless. The hairy leather-strapped man reached down to spread my legs and attached them to something on the floor. I could feel cool air rush between my damp crotch, and the scent of cum seemed to fill the air.

The muscleman noticed the odor: “You haven’t been too good a slave, have you? You’ve cum. I bet your Master didn’t even permit you, did he?” Before I could answer, a piece of duct tape came from nowhere and was wrapped across my mouth. I moaned and tried to swing away, but had little movement. The muscleman grabbed me by the hair and said, “Your Master said to be quiet; we’re just trying to help.” The both laughed while their hands kneaded my torso as if it were bread dough. I then started to shake my head and shout through the tape.

“No, no, please don’t, please, please …” My words turned into low moans as both men began to suck and nibble my tits and massage my ass, cock and balls. What movement I had, began to change as I tried to meet their actions, and my dick hardened and tried to get out of its cloth jail. The hairy guy came up to my face.

“This public piece likes attention; let’s give him plenty.” With those words, he fell to his knees, undid my jeans and pulled them and the jock as far down as they could go. My dick popped out of its soaked cage and into his mouth as he began to deep throat me roughly. As he did this, he used his fingers to find my ass and began to massage the moist opening. Gently he inserted one, two and then three fingers. I tried to escape but only ended up flailing around wildly.

“Please, please don’t fist me, Sir. I’ll be good, please,” I begged. As this was going on, the muscleman was straddling the man on his knees and pulling my chest toward him. He slowly licked up from my belly button to my right nipple. At that point he bit the nipple and twisted it gently while his hand worked the other. I was getting into the program and was theirs. I hung by my arms as these two did what they wanted. My breathing started to grow in short spurts, and I felt fingers rubbing my prostate and a mouth trying to suck my foreskin. I opened my eyes to see Serge with his arms crossed and whip in hand. I was too wasted to say anything as the hairy guy withdrew his mouth and started to jack me off with both hands, and the muscleman attacked my chest with his mouth and hands. My body arched as much as it could, and my seed flew across the hall.

I began to swing as much as possible from the wall as rope after rope of cum poured from what felt like my feet. After the sixth or seventh spurt, I collapsed against the wall.I felt like I had run a marathon, I was so out of breath. Serge shouted, “You slut slave, you’ll do it anytime, anywhere, for any­one!” Before I knew what was happening, the two men disappeared. The tape was ripped from my face as I babbled and started to cry. “Please Sir, I … I tried to stop them, honest. It … it wasn’t my fault.” I hung my head and quietly sobbed since I knew what was going to happen. One thing I dared never do was to disobey Serge. He released my ankles, and I quickly brought my sticky, cum-streaked legs together to try to hide my hard cock. He then released my arms, and I fell into a heap on the floor and cowered in the corner. My collar was yanked up, and I scrambled to stand, even with my jeans and jock hobbling any movement. I was told to take them off and face the wall. My body was tightly spread-eagled against the wall, and my collar attached to something so that I could not move my head. Serge pressed himself against me as I could feel his warm leather-clad body against my exposed back. His bearded face brushed against mine as he spoke: “You have disappointed me, boy. I was where I could see you.”

“But Sir, I tried, tried to stop them, but they went on. I was gagged to keep from speaking, Sirrr … please believe me.”

“I believe what I saw. You enjoyed it too much. Now you have to be punished and remember once more whose you are. I’m getting tired of this, you worthless piece of trash. When will it ever end?”

A defeated “Yes, Sir” was all I could mumble.

I felt Serge leave me, and a cold chill ran through me. Then I heard a snap. The next sound was a “swoosh,” and Serge’s sharpest whip landed across my back. I froze in pain as the flogger left my body, only to return with greater force. My body splayed against the wall in a vain attempt to dull the flogger’s force. I bit my lower lip until it was numb and finally cried out: “Sir, please Sir, I tried to be good … I tried to obey you, Sir!” The whip moved to my ass and upper legs, and I tried to widen my stance even and swing in one direction or the other to miss the flogger. However, it was use­less. I finally tilted my head back as far as I could and cried, “Sir, I am yours, only yours, Sir. Your are my Master.” My arms went limp as I collapsed in the chains and sobbed.

Serge released the leg restraints and held me carefully as the arm restraints were removed. I fell onto the floor. He gathered me up and held me close. Soon, he gently nibbled my ear and whispered, “My boy, what am I ever going to do with you?” He took ice from a cup and brushed it against my red, welt-covered back. The cool block felt good. He then took a towel, wiped off my back, and handed it to me to finish. “Get dressed, boy. You’ve had a long night.” As he said this, he held me tight and kissed me gently. He truly was my Master, tonight and always.

We made our way through the maze of hallways and picked up our things. At the door, we stopped to make sure of the direction. I turned to see the two men who used me in the club. They came to Serge, shook hands and laughed. Serge turned to me. “These are two good friends of mine who were in on my plans for you this evening.” They shook hands with me and introduced themselves. “Do you feel like a drink? You’ve earned it, boy.” With that, the four of us turned to go to the bar across the street. Serge was right; the night was a fantasy I would not soon forget.

By Lawrence Mills

(Honcho June 1982)

“The room was prepared for you yesterday, sir, so you should find everything satisfactory. Shall I draw your bath, sir?”

“Oh, no, no, thank you,” I re­sponded, used to ‘drawing’ my own bath. “Everything is fine, thank you.”

“Good night, Sir.”

“Good night.” I threw my ex­hausted body on the bed. Enrico, my best friend, had really rolled out the red carpet for me. First the chauf­feur, then the dinner, then hours of wonderful man-to-man conversation. But 3 a.m. was well past my bedtime, and my body and mind were drained.

The room was gigantic, yet humbly furnished. The wooden floor and overhead beams made the room very dark and heavy. The brass bed lay in a corner near a large antique chest of drawers. Across the room near the door to the bathroom was a brand new leather chair. The odors of old wood and new leather per­vaded the entire room with a hardy scent reminding me of scenes from television westerns and movies about the Wild West.

Finally, I persuaded myself to get up, strip and wash before bed. I was hardly between covers when I felt the long awaited sleep overtaking me.

“Jimmy, what do you say we rest for a spell,” Jake called out above the sound of the horses’ hooves. “It’s just too hot in this sun.”

“Alright,” I said and turned up to the Golden Eagle Tavern. We climbed down and hitched our horses in front of the Eagle. It was already high noon and that sun was a killer. Jake and I went in and had a couple of beers. All the usual boys were there: Crazy Sam, Grandpa Esposito, Mohawk Billy, and a cou­ple other guys. We were a town of only a hundred or so men, but the Eagle kept a booming business. Ac­tually, it was the only watering hole in town.

Jake my sidekick had had only seven beers when he finally felt a lit­tle loose. He started talking about the women back home and how he wished that somehow, someway, they’d all just hop in a carriage and join us. We guys knew that was im­possible. We’d only been out here in the Oklahoma prairie lands ten months. There was a lot of building to be done before the women folk and kids could come join us. And the guys had been hurtin’ badly, if you know what I mean. I was no exception.

Jake and I left the Eagle and hopped back on the horses. The manly scent of harness and horseshit had become so familiar to me, and such a part of my daily life. Riding in the saddle, the constant bobbing up and down and its heavy friction on my ass and thighs, and the front of the saddle constantly rubbing my crotch kept me hornier than hell. I hadn’t felt or even seen a woman in ten long, agonizing months, and I was ready to fuck a tree. We all were like that. There were so many times I’d jack off and think about how great it would be to fuck in the saddle, surrounded by the smell of leather and animal and of virgin wood out in the forest.

It was just about sunset when Jake and I went back to the ranch. Today, the one-day we did no work, was the day we came home the tiredest. We were riding up to the house when I caught a glimpse of Jake against the backdrop of the orange, gold and blue of the distant horizon. His profile looked slick and handsome, his slim but muscular body riding high on his horse Chariot. He had long, lean and strong legs and a crop of hair that fell forward over his forehead. Since he never wore a hat, he always looked so domestic and so young. I felt myself getting a hard-on from just looking at him.

We got to the barn and I rounded up the animals while Jake made us some dinner. By the time we’d fin­ished eating, the clock in the parlor was chiming eight o’clock. I just sat in the leather couch and looked at Jake, who looked at me, neither of us saying a word.

Finally, Jake got up and walked over to me. “Jimmy,” he began while he stood over me.

“Yeah, Jake,” I responded grasp­ing his hips with my hands.

“It’s been a long time. .. A long time … ” he said, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling in the soft candlelight.

“I know, buddy. We got to do something about it-soon.”

“I know,” he said. Then he walked into the bedroom and shut the door.

It was about a minute before I realized that perhaps I should follow him. So I walked up to the bedroom door and walked in. And there stood Jake, by the light of the window, one hand on his ass, the other on his cock. He just stood there lightly massaging both of them. He didn’t seem to have heard me come in.

I walked ever so slowly up to him. I could hear his slightly louder than normal breathing over the dead quiet of the prairie night. He had me horn­ier than ever, with his young, healthy, muscular body gleaming by the soft rays of the moon. Quickly I walked over to him and with both hands grasped his ass. He gasped, “Ahhhhh,” as if my hands had been ice cold. And they were, against his hot skin.

He turned around to face me. I moved right in on him and gave him the hottest, longest, most yearning kiss I could muster up. He loved every moment of it. I pulled and tugged on his lips with mine while I explored his hard, lean, tanned body with my palms and fingers. Jake put his hands on my shoulders, mas­saging my neck. I stopped kissing him and looked down to see his long, thick cock throbbing with ex­citement. I bent down and looked at it once more before I instantly took a wide gulp and swallowed his enor­mous tool down my throat. It was a brand new experience for me but I fell right into the swing of it. And so did Jake.

He began to sway his hips front and back, pushing and pulling his fat, long prick in and out of my watery, savoring orifice. While grasp­ing his sides and his behind I began a slippery, fast-glide over his penis, tasting the pre-cum he had begun to collect. I stood up and laid him face down on the bed.

“Jake, I gotta have you, man. I just gotta do it,” I said, stroking myself, mad with passion. Jake didn’t say a word. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a couple fingers full of lard and ran the lard over my red-hot cock. I ran back into the bedroom and saw Jake lying just as I had left him, his round, firm, hairy buns kiss­ing the moonlight, his hole summon­ing me to its call.

Wild with uncontrollable appetite I knelt over Jake, and with no time to let him prepare I rammed my long, thin pole into Jake’s bowels. Sud­denly, with no warning, he let out one single earth-quaking yell. His burst of pain only made me want to fuck him even more.

“Ohhhh, GOOOODDDDD-DAMN!!” he yelled as I began to pump away on him furiously, ramming my stub­born Frankfurt between his buns, banging away with raging abandon.

“I want you, man. I want to fuck you like you’ve never known possi­ble,” I yelled back to him, deter­mined to make him feel what I wanted to give.

“Ohhhhh, Jiiiiimmmmy, OHHHH,” he kept yelling, so loudly that the room shook. “It hurts but I want it. Ohhh, give it to me.”

“I will, man. All eight inches of it,” I managed to say, just before I felt the pressure in my balls release as I rapid-fired my sidekick’s virgin asshole with my pumping prick. Out came all the cum I’d saved up for weeks in the hopes of having a luscious cunt to fuck. Instead I ended up with an asshole, but it was every bit as good-if not better.

Jake turned over onto his left side, with my steadily shrinking prick still in him. “Keep humping me, Jimmy,” he said, while choking his garden hose, stroking it fast. Within a minute he too had shot his ocean all over the bed and himself. I put my hand down on Jake’s drenched thigh and started smoothing the semen all over on his thigh and leg, getting him all sticky and wet.

When I woke up I felt the stickiness of my hands against my prick, my fingers nearly sticking together with half-dried semen. I’d had a most delicious wet dream. My heart was still pounding-partly because of the excitement of the dream, and partly because I sensed that familiar scent of leather and wood.