A gay story: Dave’s Leather Journal Ch. 04 Reading the news, Dave was missing his oatmeal, not allowed this morning with the planned activities. Aaron came in with Master Xavier’s breakfast tray. Dave looked up, able to tell that Aaron had sucked the Master off. “Keep that up and he’ll get used to your mouth.”
“Smartass.” Aaron efficiently put the dishes away, made a cup of coffee for himself and slid into a chair across from Dave. Aaron squirmed. “He put a butt plug up my ass. I’ve got it until he decides.”
“He has further plans.”
“Of course he has further plans. He always has further plans. What is going on in that head of his I’ll never know until he does it to me.” Aaron took a sip of coffee. “You know, don’t you? You can tell.”
“Not really, he will do things to you all day. I bet it’s one thing after another. Just to make you feel it.”
“I always feel it.”
“You’ll feel it more directly.” Dave finished his coffee and pushed the cup aside. “I have a new one today.”
Aaron leaned forward. “You’re not looking forward to it.”
“No, I’m not, something tells me the Master has a challenge for me with it.”
“You can do it, you know you can.”
“It’s how I do it, some of those he sends me out to serve, it takes a lot to do.”
“You get some gifts from it.” Aaron, a cheeky grin on his face. Dave looked at him with expiration and groaned.
“All that strange dick, sometimes I want all that strange dick.” Aaron took another sip of coffee. “But not really, not like you.”
“It is a lot of strange dick. I like most of it.” Dave traced a non-existent pattern from the table. “Not for the strange dick. Because he wants me to take it.”
“You take a lot for him. I’d hate to see what he’d make me do if he didn’t have you to do the stuff I’m just not able to do.”
“You are a pussy, for sure.”
“Oh, sweetie, don’t tease me like thaaat.” Aaron affected a lisp.
“Glad to see you two having fun.” Xavier entered, his quick glance reading the entire room. Aaron blushed, knowing he would be punished later for the breakfast dishes being on the counter. Both slaves stood with the arrival of their Master. Xavier held his hands out, so Dave and Aaron moved towards him and knelt. The Master’s hands pulled both their faces to his crotch.
The slaves nuzzled in the familiar scent of the man they served. Xavier’s cock began to grow under the slacks he was wearing. Each boy got more intense in rubbing his face. “Go ahead,” Xavier whispered above them. Two different hands reached up to release the belt, the boys working together with practiced ease.
Two sets of lips moved to the freed dick, two tongues came out to lick it. More blood rushed to it, making it harder. Two hands on each ass cheek, two hands on each inner thigh. Dave took the full shaft into his throat, Aaron moving down to the balls. Xavier sent his head back with closed eyes feeling the magnificence of it, his boys taking care of their primary duty – him.
Dave and Aaron were practiced at doing this together, avoided clashing heads, and in a form of symbiosis kept a matching rhythm, as if they shared one mind in addition to the one desire to please their owner. And please him they did. Xavier’s cock got rock hard, Dave tasting the familiar pre-cum.
Aaron reached down further, flicking his tongue over the ridges of Xavier’s taint. Aaron knew this was a special favorite of his Master, and twisted his neck to reach. The Master opened his legs to give Aaron more space. Dave was going faster on Xavier’s cock.
Xavier moved his hips, slowly rocking back and forth, each boy working to please Xavier. The additional motion caused the boys to work harder, to adjust to the motion. To put more work for in their efforts. Xavier tasted and smelled familiar, there was a comfort in knowing so well. The little tricks that brought a response, how to hit just the right place.
The advantages showed. Knowing how to please their Master, they did, getting the man rock hard with the physical, even harder with their submission. Xavier felt it, as the boys did. There is more than contact, there is the mind. The boys practiced ease at working in tandem, knowing it was for their Master, everything for their Master.
At an unspoken signal, the slaves switched, Aaron picked up the pace Dave had set without pause, without disruption. Xavier recognized the skill his slaves showed in not allowing his pleasure to be broken. Solid on their knees, each boy’s hands ran over their Master, thighs, ass, hips. Their hands felt their owner, could grip and know this was the man they served. That contact of the hands met so much for the slaves. Hands have a toughness that blunts much, but contact with the right person brings the alive a sensitivity not known otherwise. Aaron and Dave felt the connection to Xavier, a bond of Master and slave.
The hands, the mouths, the servitude, brought Xavier to culmination. Aaron took the first blasts, passing to Dave who had recognized the change in his Master’s body. And heard the groans. Aaron shifted to gently tongue Xavier’s balls.
Xavier regained his breath as each slave was nuzzling a different side of his junk. One hand came down onto each head. The boys rolled into the fingers, longing for more touch of the man above them. His post-cum scent filling their noses. They knew he was pleased. That is what they wanted, to make him happy.
“My good boys.” Xavier ran his hand down to the cheek of each, cupping under their chins and pulling the faces up. He looked at both, gave a slight smile. They looked up in admiration. A moment passed between the three, each feeling waves of their position, how their world existed for them. Aaron and Dave could feel the heat of each other as they felt the body heat of their Master. A melding of the three for one’s pleasure. “My very good boys.” Xavier let them go, stepped back and left them.
Aaron leaned over, using Dave to support him. Dave looked at Aaron, ran his hand over Aaron’s arm. Aaron needed that, the human contact. Dave knew he needed to support his fellow slave right now, let him regather his thoughts. Aaron pulled back and looked at Dave in gratitude.
Both slaves had duties, both got to them in different parts of the house. Some hours later, a young man drove up, got out of his car, and went to ring the bell. Aaron rushed to the door to answer. “Good Morning Sir, how may I help you?”
“I’m here to see Xavier.” The young man was very fit, had a quiet confidence without cockiness. Aaron knew he was a natural Dom.
“Of course, please come in Sir.” Aaron stood aside, letting the man pass. Leading to the lounge, “If you will wait here, I will tell Master Xavier you are here, do make yourself comfortable.” Aaron went to inform his Master.
Shortly, Xavier entered and extended his hand “Vince, so good to see you again.”
“You too man, I’m looking forward to this.” Vince rose to shake Xavier’s hand.
Xavier made a gesture towards Aaron, who moved to the side of the door and knelt at attention. Vince watched Aaron do this with interest. Xavier saw Vince’s interest. “It’s a good life, having slaves. Ready to do anything I want. Even wait there, for as long as I want, even with chores to do.”
“Sweet.” Vince breathed. Aaron stayed still, eyes to the floor, knowing he was being observed, and knowing he needed to make his owner proud. Vince continued. “It does have a different feel from having a guy over and using him then sending him off.” Vince stopped, looked at his hand and went on “I like it. A different exercise of power.”
“Want something to drink? Beer?” Xavier offered.
“That would be great.” Vince leaned back.
Xavier snapped his fingers. “Get on it boy.”
“Yes, Master.” Aaron had not been reacting, but had been listening for orders, so instantly responded to the command. Aaron got steins out of the freezer, and good imported beer from the refrigerator. Adding a bowl of shelled nuts to a tray, the slave returned.
“…responsibility for the boy, all of him. Every bit. Gain their loyalty, use them, look after them.” Xavier was speaking, Aaron knew his duty and served Vince a beer, pouring it with graceful expertise before doing the same for his Master. Putting the bowl of nuts between them, Aaron put up the tray and returned to his position. Xavier continued “When you have them, there is little they will not do for you. A vital thing to remember is they are yours, so you have to be as dedicated to protecting them as they are to serving you.”
“Dependency, like that?” Vince asked.
“Yes. They depend on you, you have to be everything they need. Most of the time, what they need is to serve you. But there are times when it’s much more. And it can be tough, you have to be strong, very strong. They derive their strength from you, so you have to have enough. A slave will have given up his ability to do that on his own, so you must be what he needs. You get everything you want. You supply everything he needs.”
There was silence as Vince considered. “My first duty, I do more than watch over him. Or them, if I’m like you. But even one, I am the man he leans on, relies on.”
“Exactly. One you can never turn from.”
“I would not turn from my duty.” Vince said, looking directly into Xavier’s eyes. Silence again. Aaron knew Doms spoke to each other in ways different from two subs or a sub and a Dom. He was privileged to hear some. Silence and no movement is what was called for.
“Duty is always there, but there is fun as well. What we’ll be doing today will be part of that fun.” Xavier took a swig of beer.
“I am looking forward to it.” Vince’s voice had a smile in it.
“Boy, tell Dave to meet us in the dungeon.” Xavier flicked his fingers in the direction of Aaron.
“Yes, Master.” Aaron rose and went to find his brother slave. When told, Dave nodded, and headed to his room as he had orders to be in just a leather jock and boots. Changing was done quickly, as Dave could not make the men wait.
Descending the stairs Dave could tell someone was walking around, probably looking at the implements on the walls. The Dom that Xavier was going to train on Dave’s body today. The dungeon gradually appeared in Dave’s sight, and he saw his Master’s legs first, then another pair moving around.
Entering the dungeon proper, Dave knew what his Master wanted, and approached the younger man, got down on the floor and kissed the young man’s boots. Dave could feel even he could not see the way the young man swelled in pride.
Pulling back to kneel up, Dave kept his head down, his hands behind his back. Xavier came beside him, and put his hand on Dave’s head. “A boy is a precious possession. Dave here is one of mine. I get to use him as I wish. I loan him out and he is perfectly obedient. And as you’ll see he will do anything I want. Won’t you boy?”
“Yes, Master, whatever you wish.” Dave kept his eyes down.
“So fucking great.” Vince breathed out.
Xavier tapped Dave. “Up into the sling boy.”
“Yes, Master.” Dave rose and moved to the sling. With expert ease, he climbed in, putting his limbs up to be bound.
“Get that side.” Xavier waved his hand as Vince went where indicated. The cuffs went on Dave’s wrists and ankles. The slave was used to them, knew their feel. Once Dave was secured, Xavier pulled a couple chairs over, sitting at one, Vince sat beside. Xavier reached and covered his hand with lube. “Fisting is a great kink, the boy takes your hand, and more. Because you want it. I start by running my finger up and down the crack. Teasing the hole a little. Get familiar with your playground. See how the boy reacts. Always pay attention to how the boy reacts.”
Xavier was running his fingers up and down Dave’s crack, the boy feeling it and biting down at the pleasure his Master’s touch. Vince saw the changes on Dave’s face. “Lots of lube, there is never too much. Your fingernails have to be trimmed down, smooth. Damage here is horrific. Let him know you are there, then insert a single finger.” Dave rolled his head back. “It’s important to get the ass ready, you’re going to be doing a lot to it, so stretch it out, let it get used to your fingers, your hand. As the ass gets used to you, it will open up, let more in.” Xavier was explaining things as he did them. Vince was paying close attention.
“Two fingers. They go in easy. You know what’s it like fucking a guy with a small hole, you have to go in slow, let it stretch, get familiar. Same is true with your hand, let the hole get used to you. Feel it expand and take you.”
Xavier worked his fingers as Vince watched. “That the boy takes you in him, expands to your desire, your will.” Xavier worked another finger in. “His body molds to you, what you want. Your fingers go in and he feels it. He feels what you do to him in his body. His mind also knows. You are invading him, in a different way then fucking. Fucking is expected, the hand is not. The ass accommodates your hand like it does your dick. Well, not exactly the same way. You can move around.” Dave moved reacting to his Master. “He can feel it, sort of. Well, it’s different. The fullness is there, and some of the movement can be discerned – that’s different from actually feeling it. It’s amazing for the boy.”
Xavier had four fingers in, as Vince watched and observed Dave’s reactions. “Now the thumb as well.” Xavier said calmly, putting it in, moving back and forth. Dave’s eyes rolled back. “The boy feels full now, will feel fuller later. The difference in skin, the way the fingers can move independently. They combine to make his ass feel unbelievable. It’s unbelievable, isn’t it boy?”
“Y-yes Master.” Dave pulled on the bonds at his arms, his legs. Xavier rolled his hand back and forth as he moved it in and out slightly. “How the hand is in the ass, all the moves, it’s a fullness. The more you get in, the more full he feels. That fullness is what does it, makes the boy know that you are in control.”
Xavier pushed up so his knuckles were just outside the ring of Dave’s ass. Vince leaned down to get a better view. Xavier adjusted his hand, demonstrating how the ass moved to accommodate. The Master used the finger of his other hand to run along the outside of the ring. Dave groaned. Xavier’s hand folded together to be more rounded, he pushed closer to get his knuckles in, pulling back and going deeper. “Watch close.” Xavier said, twisting his hand and moving forward. The knuckles went in, eliciting a gasp from Dave. Xavier stopped. “Let the boy get used to it, it’s a change. The knuckles are the hardest part. The widest. The part we have to be most careful.”
Xavier went in further, not too far, and pulled back. “If you’re not gloved, as you see I’m not gloved, your fingernails are curved in, the guts are delicate, and you don’t want to cause a tear of any kind. Be gentle, you can get rougher when his ass is ready, is used to you. Feel the power of making the boy take your fist, how he accepts whatever you do to him. It’s a great rush. Of domination over a boy. Know it, know he is yours to use as you wish.” Xavier had his hand into the wrist and was pulling it back and forth. Vince could see the motion, how the ass accepted it. Changes of angle forced the boy to emit new sounds.
Vince watched with concentration. Not only the arm Xavier was using, but up to Dave’s body and face. Vince put the action to the reaction, realized Xavier could predict how Dave would respond.
“Pulling out also means you have to be careful. The ass has stretched, but you still have the knuckles to get over. Don’t make it any more painful for the boy than necessary. When you do longer sessions, and on a boy frequently, you’ll get a big gap. That’s when the punching happens, the really rough stuff. Less personal to me.” Xavier rolled his hand and got past the knuckles. The Master kept his fingers in, slowly moving them in and out as he did a slow withdrawal.
When his hand was out, Xavier stood, ran his other hand over Dave’s leg, lower abs. “Good boy. You did good, boy.”
Vince stepped back, flexed his hand. “I do want to try it.”
“Well, the boy is ready and primed.” Xavier indicated to the stool he had been sitting on.
Vince lubed his hand as he took his place. His hand reached to Dave’s ass, playing lightly on the pucker. Vince started with his middle finger, pressing against the ring and finding it easy to enter. Like a well-fucked hole. Vince got his entire finger in, wiggled it a little. Vince looked up to see Xavier watching him closely. And that Xavier’s hand was slowly going up and down Dave’s thigh in a comforting way.
Vince saw approval in Xavier’s eyes, so put in another finger. The inside of Dave’s ass had a warm, covering feel. Vince felt the folds of Dave’s guts. Some he could move, some he could not. A look at Dave’s face encouraged Vince to put a third finger in. The slave’s ass provided some resistance, but not to stop Vince. A glance at Xavier assured Vince he was doing it right. Twist, move in and out.
“How are you doing boy?” Vince asked, laying his free hand on Dave’s thigh.
“Very good Sir.” Dave replied, breathing deeply.
Xavier split his attention between Vince putting more fingers in and Dave’s reactions. The young Dom was doing well. With all five in, he pumped in and out, not crossing the knuckles. When Vince got a bit too vigorous, a hand on his shoulder brought him back. Acting in a more controlled manner brought a small smile to Xavier’s face showing approval.
Vince used his other hand to feel on Dave’s body, feeling the muscles flex in response to his fingers in the ass. “Now, carefully, get your knuckles in, then stay still a moment.”
“Gottcha.” Vince hunkered down a bit to concentrate. “Ready for this boy?”
“I am Sir.” Dave said.
With concerted effort, he pushed the knuckles through then stopped. Dave let out a gasp. Once the knuckles were in, Vince kept his hand still. To Vince, it was an unbelievable sensation. Looking at Dave, the slave was breathing deep as he took the new fist in.
Vince had his entire fist in the boy. A new form of penetration. One that he had more control over, could do more things that shove his dick in. To have another person taking your fist in, to make a body conform to your desire, your power. The feeling washed over Vince and he edged deeper into Dave’s ass.
As he fucked his hand deeper and deeper, Vince found he could pick up some speed. He kept a close eye on Dave’s face and body. Some glances at Xavier to be sure, Vince shoved further in. Now at his wrist, Vince tried to duplicate what he had seen Xavier do, and where he could tell he was having an impact on Dave, it was not the same as Dave’s Master had elicited. Vince felt through the maze inside of Dave. Inside of Dave. The very idea caused Vince to harden in his pants.
Vince’s hand was warm and moist, his mind slipped into a fugue state that he felt as if he were connecting to Dave, like the slave was part of his arm. Nothing was like this feeling, the control he felt over the slave he was using. Vince continued, lost in his mind, what he felt, and what he was doing to Dave. As lost as he was in this, when Dave made a quick move, Vince focused on it at once and realized it was an expression of pleasure. Vince did not see the approving nod of Xavier.
Vince felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up he saw Xavier. “You’ve been going at it a while now. I think it’s time you pulled out.”
Vince took a deep breath and stopped his hand movement. He placed a hand on Dave’s thigh and squeezed. “Hey boy, you hear me?”
“Yes Sir.” Dave breathed to get his head together.
“I’m going to pull out, prepare yourself.” Vince pulled back slightly.
“Yes Sir, I’m ready.” Dave replied. Xavier moved to have a clear view of Dave as well as Vince pulling his hand out.
With a wet sound, Vince’s knuckles were freed from Dave’s ass. Vince paused a moment before withdrawing completely. Vince ran his fingers up and down Dave’s crack before looking at his hand. The skin was wrinkled, like he had been taking a long bath. “You did good boy, you took my hand just like I wanted you too.” Vince ran his dry hand up and down Dave’s leg, shifting his gaze to the sub’s eyes.
“Thank you Sir. And thank you for using me.” Dave choked out the words as he felt the great emptiness inside.
“Are you okay? Are you feeling like everything is in place, any bad effects?” Vince asked.
“I think I am alright. I don’t feel anything wrong.” Dave answered, Xavier by his head, stroking his hair.
Xavier listened, watching both closely. “Just after fisting, the hole feels great on your dick. Give it a try.”
“Yeah?” Vince asked.
“Yeah.” Xavier replied, opening his pants.
“I’m going to love this.” Vince dropped his pants, revealing a large, hard cock. He jerked his cock a few times and put it against Dave’s hole. There was not much resistance. Dave’s ass did feel great, the memory of his fist kept it open, and Vince’s cock got harder, and he pumped in and out slowly, feeling the very insides that had his hand just moments before.
Xavier turned Dave’s head and slipped his own cock into his slave’s mouth. Dave responded as he had been trained, sucking with skill. Xavier let the sub work, as he watched Vince start slow but work up to a vigorous fucking.
The Master began to force his dick in with speed as well, taking his boy’s throat as the possession it was. Vince grabbed both of Dave’s legs and thrust his hips, causing his well formed butt to flex. Dave was battered by the two cocks in him, and he took them. This was not the first time he had been filled at both ends.
Excited by so much, Vince shuttered as he came. Xavier gripped Dave’s head forcing his cum deep in. Satisfied, both men withdrew.
“That was awesome.” Vince found the chair again and sat down.
“Glad you liked it. One of the advantages of having boys is not just using them, but using them any way you choose. And as much as you like.” Xavier paused. “Boy, we’ll be on the patio. Bring cigars and beer.” Dave was released from his shackles.
“Yes, Master.”
The men climbed the steps up to the main part of the house. Dave took a few moments to get his feet under him. Able to move, he climbed a couple sets of stairs to his room, and took a rinsing shower before putting on Leather pants and shirt. Then he went to his Master’s study to get the humidor and the tools he would need for cigars. Carrying them to the kitchen, he put them down and grabbed a couple beers from the fridge. With all his burdens, Dave went to the French Doors that lead to the patio. He put the cigar items to the side and went to deliver the beers.
The men were seated, looking out over the property. Dave was unobtrusive as he used the bottle opener attached to his belt on the caps before putting them in easy reach of each man. The slave then fetched the other items, standing to the side of Vince ready to present when the man was ready.
“I had a couple bottoms in college. They got real submissive at times. That really got me going. I couldn’t make it permanent for any of them. I did some looking around, eventually found there were more. Guys who liked to take orders, and some like me who liked to be in charge. I fell in with some guys who said they had it all figured out.” Vince looked at Dave, who opened the humidor. After looking over the selection, he selected one.
Dave took the cigar and prepared it, snipped the end, and struck a match. Vince took a couple puffs getting the end to catch. When Vince leaned back, Dave took the humidor to his Master, repeating the process. Setting the humidor inside, Dave stood back to be called on.
“I hung around for a bit. They let me use the fags they had, do some beatings and humiliations.” Vince continued. “It didn’t take me long to realize their stable kept changing, different fags all the time. That told me something was wrong. I pulled away from them, but it’s damn hard to find Doms who actually know this business.”
“Some subs get so desperate they’ll go to anyone. Take more than they should. The upshot is they break, and don’t go back. Lost as a submissive, usually for good.” Xavier rolled his cigar through his fingers. “Always having to look for a new slave. Continually having to train him. And the hard part of the training, the parts you do to get them half good. You can treat them like that for a little while, but the ones that can try to stick around, they…. they need something. Have something missing that a Master should fill, but those fakers can’t fill because they are not real Masters.”
“So I learned, it was all wrong. Some of the subs seemed so miserable. Not the type of misery you could inflict because you have control over him and you’re doing something to him. It felt wrong. I had felt so good pushing around the guys in college. They got this thrill I could feel from them. They liked it. I saw they liked it.” Vince took a draw of his cigar.
Xavier snapped his fingers and pointed at Vince’s feet. Dave instantly went down to lick Vince’s boots.
“It wasn’t just getting my dick taken care of.” Vince went on. “It’s like the blowback from how they were feeling. Even when I hurt them, they were loving it, and turned me on. That they submitted, that I used them, that they liked it all.”
Xavier blew out smoke. “That’s the best way, to feel them, to know that they crave it.” With his cigar, Xavier pointed to Dave licking Vince’s boots. “They may degrade themselves, take pain. All for this. So we feel it. Feel how they desire it.”
“I get that, better now. I’ve played with a few you know of, and that felt better than those fakers. Then this scene. Damn. Getting my fist up there. Not just the sensation on my hand, what he was feeling. Or what I was feeling he was feeling.”
“That gets better as you know them. As you get closer to them. There is a bond. That bond is so much. A hook up can be fun. But nothing like a boy you have developed a deep bond with.” Xavier looked at his boy.
“I envy you that. This boy. And you have another one. Two slaves for you all the time. It must be something.”
“It is.” Xavier answered. There was silence, the only sound Dave licking Vince’s boot.
The men moved on to other topics. As they laid out their cigars to burn out Xavier said “Why don’t you take him with you, get a bit more enjoyment out of him.”
“You serious?” Vince said, straightening up in his chair.
“Sure. Enjoy using him. He is very obedient. And you’ve not been able to sample all his skills. He does have quite a range.”
“This is awesome. Thank you man.” Vince looked down at the boy, feeling excitement he would be able to use him for a while.
“He can text Aaron tomorrow to be picked up. No reason to inconvenience you.” Xavier had a grin. “Go on, take him away and use him.”
Vince stood up. “Come on boy.”
Dave scrambled to his feet “Yes, Sir.” He had not been consulted on being loaned out. He had heard his Master offer him, so he knew his duty. The two went through the house, leaving Xavier sitting and looking over his properly.
Vince had parked in the front. Dave went to open the driver’s door for him, and could tell Vince was not used to this small service. As soon as the door was closed, Dave rushed to get to the passenger side, so not to have Vince wait.
In the car, Vince started up the car, giving time for the slave to get belted in. They drove in silence a few minutes before Vince spoke. “I had talked to Xavier before, so I have an idea of what you do and don’t do. Your limits. I know better than to want to push those. You tell me if I get to them, or if I tell you to do something Xavier has forbidden. You understand me, boy?”
“I understand Sir. Thank you.” Dave replied.
“Do you have a safeword?”
“My safeword is ‘Latex’ Sir.”
“‘Latex’. Good I can remember that. I have a roommate. This is going to be fun. He knows I get into this shit, but it’s not really his gig. He’s cool with it, so he won’t get in the way. But don’t expect him to be too involved.”
“Yessir.” Dave watched the buildings pass by. As music played through the sound system.
“I’ve had some boys over before. You’ll be the most professional of them. Won’t be having to correct you on every little thing, will I?”
“I am to serve you, you have the right to punish me for any infraction I make Sir.”
“Ha, I don’t want to have to punish you, but I will if I need to. I want to be served well.”
“I will do my best for you, Sir.”
Vince parked the car and got out. Dave looked at him and secretly smiled. Vince was not used to a slave opening his door. The slave then followed his temporary Master into an apartment.
“How did it go?” A voice called out as they entered. Dave looked up to see a face popping out from the kitchen. “Oh, you have company.”
“This is Dave, he’s a slave and will be serving me this evening.” Vince said, applying a bit of pressure on Dave’s shoulder. Dave took the hint and got on his knees.
“Well, that is …. something.” The man approached slowly, looking at Dave. “Something for sure.”
“It is something.”
“So you came back with a souvenir?”
“A loaner, I’ll have to send him back. But he’s mine until tomorrow.”
“Damn, just like that, huh?”
“Just like that.”
“He’s hot, in good shape. So what’s he a slave for?”
“Harry, it’s not how they look, it’s what they are. Snap your fingers, he’ll blow you, right here, right now.”
“Bullshit.”
“No Bullshit.”
Vince tapped Dave lightly on the leg, telling Dave it was okay to speak. “It’s true Sir. My place is to pleasure men. Snap your fingers and I’m sucking your dick.”
Harry looked at him, Dave returning with an earnest, and hopeful, face. Harry was pretty good looking.
“Go ahead, snap them. No different than a guy in the bar, a nice mouth. And he’s skilled.” Vince urged him.
“Skilled, huh?” Harry was wavering a bit.
“A real talented throat.” Vince ran his finger up Dave’s face.
“I work hard on my ability, it’s all about making you feel good, Sir.” Dave joined in.
“Come on man, snap your fingers. It’s free, and he wants it.” Vince said, and Dave could tell the man was sorely tempted. Dave took a couple swallows, looking at Harry’s bulge, there was movement. Dave was an expert and could tell.
All were silent as Harry lifted his hand, looking at it almost in fascination. Then his fingers snapped. Vince grew a wide grin as Dave moved forward to unfasten Harry’s pants. Dave’s fingers played on the dick under the fabric, teasing it a bit to keep Harry interested.
Vince stepped aside some as Dave lowered Harry’s pants and boxers, softly licking up the shaft at the same time. Harry inhaled, Dave ran his pursed lips on the shaft towards the head. Once at the tip, he started with a dryer tongue across the head, in swirls, picking up some speed and letting spit begin to moisten this tongue and so the cockhead. Dave’s lips undulating on the shaft as more and more of it disappeared down his throat.
Harry looked down as the skill Dave was exercising on his dick was even better than he had expected. Dave’s lips and tongue were sending sensations up from Harry’s cock to his nips and on to his brain. Harry leaned back so his upper back was on the wall, providing support as his legs weakened. “Oh fuck….” Harry let out. Vince went to sit on the sofa while his roommate was losing his mind in the best way.
Dave was bobbing back and forth on Harry’s cock, as the man twisted in the pleasure the slave was providing. Never had a blow job sent Harry so far over, Dave’s lips and tongue were more skilled than anything ever on Harry’s dick before. Dave was taking every inch, forcing his face to crush up against Harry’s pelvis. The dick in Dave’s throat was rock hard and began to shoot. Harry’s legs started to give way, Dave used his hands to keep the man upright, so the man looked more in control.
Spent, Harry gripped the walls and furniture to get to a seat he collapsed into. Looking over, Dave saw Vince wave at his feet. Dave crawled over and planted kisses on top of Vince’s boots. Vince raised one foot and gave a low command. “Take them off.”
Dave reached up and pulled, realizing Vince was pointing his foot so the boot would come off. Dave looked up and saw a slight nod, so pulled off the socks as well, folding them to put in the boots. When Vince had two bare feet, Dave began to massage and lick them. Harry finally pulled his head up and looked twice at Dave running his tongue from heel to toes. “Damn. Look at that.”
“Fucking great right? He loves making me feel good this way. Don’t you slave boy?” Vince slapped Dave in the face with his foot.
“Yes, Sir. It’s important you feel good.”
“Damn.” Harry shook his head.
“Yeah, you can get this feeling as long as you want. Can go on a lot longer than a blowjob.” Both men watched Dave, Vince continuing to feel Dave’s tongue work between his toes.
After a few minutes, Vince lifted his hand a bit, like to get attention. “It’s better than you think, want to give it a try?”
Harry looked with more intensity. Vince continued again. “A full grown man, dressed in all Leather. Licking your feet. Showing you that you are the boss. Sacrificing his tongue. So you feel good, feel powerful, feel in control.”
Harry groaned, flinging his head back. “You are driving me crazy. This type of temptation.” Harry covered his face with his hands. “Make him do it.”
Vince snapped his fingers and pointed at Harry. Dave moved on his knees over to Harry, removing his sneakers and socks. Bending down, Dave kissed the tops of Harry’s feet, starting to add tongue, before licking all around the tops. Dave could feel the initial tension in Harry’s feet until that began to melt under the ministrations of Dave’s tongue.
“Damn.” Harry slid forward forcing Dave back some.
“See what I mean.” Vince smiled at his roommate.
“I sure fucking do. Fucking damn. You get this from those guys you bring in here?”
“A lot of them, even if I do something else, I still get to be in charge, I get to decide what happens, and it gets to be all about me. They work to please me, just me. I don’t have to suck their dicks, make them feel good.” Vince said as Dave put both of Harry’s big toes in his mouth. Harry let out a sigh.
Later, Dave was called back over to Vince to service his feet. The men later ordered a pizza, having Dave get the delivery and fetch beer. Tossing the last crust back into the box Vince looked over at Harry. “Feel like an Eiffel Tower?”
Harry looked at Dave, who was kneeling at attention, noting the tightness of the Leather, and the muscles under. “Yeah, I think so. But I want his ass this time.”
“You got it.” Vince said, looking over at Dave he ordered “Strip off, time to get fucked.”
“Yes, Sir.” Dave sat on the floor to pull his Wesco boots off, folding his socks in. He then pulled his shirt open, the snaps popping open. Dave then stood to pull off his Leather pants, standing nude and with is dick hardening before the men.
“He is in really good shape.” Harry apprised Dave.
“You can feel him up.” Vince offered. Harry didn’t hesitate on this, and ran his hands all over Dave’s body. Dave made no objection to Harry’s exploring fingers.
“As hot as he is, he’d have no problem getting laid. Why does he do this slave thing?” Harry asked while feeling Dave’s pecs.
“It’s not an inability to get laid, it’s more of how you want to get laid. The boy here gives up his life for his Master, and all that craving in him is satisfied. Isn’t that right, boy?” Vince slipped a lubed finger into Dave’s ass.
“Yes, Sir!” Dave replied as Vince used his other hand to push the back of Dave’s head down. Dave got on his hands and knees, faced an instant later with Vince’s big cock. Knowing his duty, Dave opened his mouth and engulfed it in one smooth motion.
“Damn.” Harry breathed behind him, pulling the slave’s ass apart. A lubed cock found Dave’s hole and forced its way in.
Both young dicks were soon thrusting in and out as Dave had to bend his body for where the men put him. Harry or Vince or both would grab Dave’s head or hips to move to where they wanted, Dave struggled to keep his body contorted as they would get in a rhythm then break it. It was not about Dave’s pleasure, but theirs. Dave knew he was dripping precum, felt his dick hard as it struck his abs.
Over him, Dave felt the men lean forward and knew they were grasping hands over him, making the pointed arch they had joked about. His holes the bridge keeping them together. They laughed, Dave kept his tongue working the pecker in his mouth.
Vince shoved his cock into Dave’s throat and left it as Harry began to jackrabbit fuck Dave’s ass. The reverberations caused Vince’s cock to be pleased in ways Dave could not do without his own body. He could hear the grunts and groans of the men in a shared ecstasy. The full feeling, the knowledge he was being used is what did it for Dave.
They came, Harry first, then Vince. Dave took a moment to get a breath before cleaning off Vince’s cock, then crawling to Harry to provide the same service, the men collapsed on the floor.
Deciding he wanted to sleep, Vince ordered Dave to crawl behind him as Vince lead the way to his bedroom, falling naked onto the bed. “Feet.”
“Yes, Sir.” Dave began gentle ministrations to Vince’s feet until he heard the slowed breathing that told him the man was asleep. Creeping quietly, Dave discovered Harry had gone to his own room.
Retrieving his phone, Dave saw a text from Ethan.
-They had a new cute boy over. I ended up chained to the dungeon wall while they used him. Tied to the fuckbench, each in a hole.-
Dave replied. -I got fisted this afternoon, then Master sent me home with the guy, in his 20s, really hot. I got double tapped by him and roommate.-
-Still with them?-
-Yeah, they’ve both crashed. I’m sorting my things. Glad he doesn’t snore as I’ll be on the floor next to him.-
-You do hate snoring.-
Dave listened, neither was snoring in their separate rooms. -I do. I can’t get a good sleep-
-Well, Boss snores, so Master has to put up with it. And when I’m there I do too- There was a pause. Then Ethan texted again. -I had to take the cute boy back. I wasn’t allowed to wear a shirt.-
-Cute boy must have liked that LOL-
-So much he offered to suck me off in the parking lot of his apartment-
-Yeah?-
-Really pushed it. Not going to happen-
-You caged again?-
-Nah, actually allowed to cum. Almost did watching them tonight-
-I should jerk off, haven’t cum since they fisted me- Dave grabbed is dick and began to stroke it.
-I will too- Ethan grabbed his own dick, both slaves jerking as they texted. -He was cute, short, good body. I serviced my Masters better than he did. He struggled a bit when they both had their cocks in him.-
-They are a couple big cocks. These guys are both fit, the roommate wasn’t to be into kink, but we tempted him-
-OOOOOOOO you bagged a virgin!!!!!–
-LOL for sure, then he got to do his feet. He got so turned on.- Dave paused a moment -Pizza guy got a shock as well-
-Catch you doing it? Or naked?-
-Full Leathers a real shot according to his eyes. Hot guys dicks out in the room behind-
-If I’d been that delivery guy I’d have joined you-
-Horny boy- The thought of Ethan joining in excited Dave even more. They had served together in the past, it was always great
-Damn horny. How long have you known these guys-
-First one just showed up today, never before. Master was showing him to fist-
-My hole hasn’t been fisted in weeks, so needs a hand in- Ethan’s dick was hard and his balls churning. -Your Master is so talented in fisting. I love being in the sling for him-
-Fuck yeah……- Dave pumped harder, thinking not only of the fisting, but also how he was in a strange apartment having been sent to service men he didn’t know.
-I am so fucking hard.- Ethan ran his hand over his balls, tickling them slightly.
-So close- Dave couldn’t even text properly he was so turned on.
-Cumming- Ethan shot over his rippled abs. Dave did as well
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A moment later Dave texted back -That was so good I fucking needed that-
-Me too. So fucking much-
-I have to find a way to clean this up. I don’t know where anything is that isn’t a dick- Dave joked back, getting up and looking for the bathroom.
-I think you’d be quick in ferreting that out as often as you are sent out-
-I am and I’ve found it. Sometimes I wonder if I know where I live-
-Just follow the smell of Leather-
-Might get detoured to your place-
-Boss and Master would fuck you again-
-Might do it on purpose-
-Slut- Ethan knew his owners were hot, and Dave had serviced both of them.
-Open for business-
-All over town. You are such a slut-
-I’m a public service according to Master-
-Very public. I have to hit bed, breakfast duties in the morning-
-Me too. It’s late, sleep well buddy-
-Gnite, brother-
Dave folded his Leathers, put up the simple trash and returned to Vince’s room. There he curled up at the side of the bed, and hearing the breathing of the man above him, drifted off to sleep.