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leather affection

an excerpt from leather affection  |  full book available on amazon kindle and in print

In the dungeon where they first bonded, Lance leads his boy into the center dropping the leash. The boy looks into the mirror before him, taking in the western clothing he wears and the black leather collar that he wears around his neck. Lance reaches up, removing the leash, “Remove your clothes, I want you nude, boy!”

Lance steps back. Without hesitation, his boy begins to remove his clothing, neatly folding them and placing them in a spot that Lance had pointed too. Lance enjoys watching his boy work so quickly as he works his way down to his jock and then nothing but the collar on his neck. The boy stands tall, looking forward, his hands behind his back and his cock growing before him. Lance approaches him, only the sound of his boots on the concrete floor is heard as he grabs his boy by the neck, lowering him to the floor.

Lance forces his boy to the floor and on his stomach. As Lance goes to the wall grabbing some white cotton rope as his boy feels his cock laying on the cool concrete floor pressed by his torso. Grabbing his boy’s hands, he begins wrapping the rope around each wrist then snuggly pulling them together, looping the rope to securely bind his wrists together behind his back. There is silence between them, though the boy breaths heavily as his chest is compressed on the hard floor. At times, the boy lifts his head to watch what Lance is doing. After the wrists, Lance takes another piece of rope and works his same bondage magic on the boy’s ankles. He checks his work as he makes it snug, but not too tight to cause circulation problems for the long-term bondage that the boy is about to experience.

Getting up Lance goes to where his head gear is stored on the wall, deciding what to put his boy in next. The boy takes this moment to feel the security of the rope bonds, struggling a little as it makes his cock harder and slipping in the developing pre-cum. Deciding on the black leather head harness, Lance returns to his boy, strapping the leather contraption on the boys head, then installing the 7 locks that will keep it in place. There is a little muffed noise from the boy as he gets to feel the snugness of the leather straps and them pushing on his mouth and chin to keep him quiet. Lance gets up returning to the rope wall as the boy lifts his head to see himself in the mirror secured in bondage on the floor now locked in a leather head harness. As Lance returns, he enjoys hearing the locks jingle as the boy moves his head around. Kneeling at the boy’s feet, Lance takes the rope and starts wrapping it around his ankles. He then pulls the ankles up, bending at the knees. Lance takes the other end of the rope threading it through a metal ring in the top of the head harness. Lance pulls on the rope, so it starts to raise the boy’s head off the ground and increasing the tension on his legs and chest. Lance keeps tightening until the boy is looking straight forward at the mirror, unable to lower his head. He is choking slightly with the leather collar causing tightness in this position. Once he has reached a very strenuous position, Lance ties off the rope that now won’t allow the boy to lower his feet without pulling his head further back.

Lance stands, looking at his new captive boy, “Lesson one, boy. I enjoy you suffering and you being helpless to do anything about it.” Lance gently kicks the boy with his boot in the side a couple of times to show that he is in charge.

“I’ll be back later.” Lance leaves the dungeon, closing the door behind him. Helpless to do anything the boy looks in the mirror at his helpless self. For a while he struggles in the bondage knowing he can’t escape but he has to try. It also turns him on to feel the tightness of it all, the strain on his body, the tightness of the leather over his mouth keeping him from asking for release.

Behind the door Lance watches the boy struggle, enjoying the view and his power of freely putting a man into such a difficult position to suffer. Reaching down he squeeze his dick through the denim with his gloved hand. He is enjoying the prepping of his dick to the ultimate use later on in the night. The boy might be thinking that this is the extent of his training for the night, but there is much more in Lance’s twisted mind that he wants to explore. Playing with his dick, Lance is enjoying that the boy is so willing to go where he leads. Perhaps this is the boy that will allow Lance to get into the severe and long-term experiences that he has dreamed of doing for years.

As the time passes, the boy struggles with his bounds. But it is not a struggle to get free, he is enjoying the feeling of the rope and leather against his skin. Here he is, naked on a cold floor, with no control as to what is going to happen next. His dick grows, sliding across the floor in the pre-cum that he is producing like crazy, moans come from the patch of leather on the muzzle that keeps his mouth tightly shut, as the struggle continues. Soon his struggling stops and the boy, again, looking into the mirror and admires his situation. There is a little more feeling of the bonds, then, a pair of black boots step in front of the boy’s face.

The boy is surprised to see heavy black leather motorcycle cop boots, Dehner’s, standing in front of him. He didn’t even hear Lance enter the room he was so into watching himself feel the struggle. Looking up, the boy sees that Lance has changed and is now wearing all leather, pants, shirt, and gloves in black. Lance looks down at his struggling boy, naked, as the boy moans into the leather muzzle. Lance grabs a chair, setting in directly in front of his bound boy, sitting. He has a large pad of drawing paper and some pens, where he starts drawing this boy in bondage before him. The boy just watches as this leathered man uses him as a model, helpless and restrained for his pleasure.

After an hour or more, Lance is happy with the results of his drawing. He stands placing the pad on the counter, not showing the boy the results of his work. He returns to his boy, reaching over to release the rope from the top of the head harness, allowing the boy’s feet too fall to the floor. He then unlocks the harness, allowing the boy’s head to be free. Gently the boy thanks Lance for removing the harness. Firmly Lance places his boots in front of the boy’s face, “Lick my boots, boy.”

Lance sits and his boots are shoved into the boy’s face and he begins licking. It is not easy in the bondage that he is in, but the boy works hard to get his tongue on the boots and please Lance. Squirming on the floor, the boy works his way like a worm to get to the higher parts of the boots. Struggling, the boy works around the floor below this leather man to keep his tongue on the slick shined leather of this man’s tall boots.

As the boy struggles with the boots, Lance sits up, pulling a black medium size butt plug out of his pocket. The boy focus is on the boots, so he doesn’t even notice. After a few moments Lance stands, and the boy stops licking. A gentle nudge by his boot toe into the boy’s lips lets him know that he needs to continue licking. Bending over Lance begins to inserting the plug into the boy’s ass. Feeling it enter through his tight hole, the boy stops his licking. Lance doesn’t stop as he again gently kicks his boy’s face, “Fuck, no one ordered you to stop!”

His boy resumes the licking as Lance begins to slap the boy’s ass, thus driving the butt plug in. The boy continues to lick even through his face shows the pain that the insertion is causing. One heavier slap and the plug seats itself into the boy’s ass. Lance sits again as his boy takes in the pain of his filled ass with the taste of this Master’s leather.

“Stop!”, commands Lance in a loud powerful voice. The boy immediately does, allowing his face to rest on his cheek on the floor.

Lance sits in the chair, allowing the boy to rest a bit. He has worked hard and pleased the Master in all that he has done. Lance thinks about how fucking hard this boy has worked for him in truly difficult positions. When he feel the boy has had enough rest, he stands, going to the boy’s ankles and releases them from the rope bondage. He doesn’t remove the rope around the boy’s wrists. Going to where the boy’s head lies, he plants his boots.

“Stand!”, is all that Lance commands.

Another challenge for the boy, as he must stand while not able to use his hands. He struggles to get on his knees as he slides his torso across the floor, lifting to his knees. His face slides through the patch of pre-cum on the concrete as he works his way to roll on his side. As he struggles, he feels the plug as it fills his ass and moves around as he moves.

“Enjoy that feeling, my boy. As your training continues you will have your holes filled most of the time.”

He rolls on his side, then his knees, working one leg under himself then others finally able to stand and looking into his Master’s eyes.

Once standing Lance installs a leather cock ring on his boy. It is a little difficult since the boy is hard, but he gets it on him, making it nice and tight. Lance slaps the boy’s cock a few times, enjoying the pain on his face as he steps back some, then step forward back in place after realizing his mistake. Placing his gloved hands on the boy’s shoulder, Lance guides the boy back to his knees pushing his head to the shaft of his boot so the boy can continue his worshipping.  Kneeling a bit faster than standing the boy goes down and starts licking the boot shafts. The boy makes quick work of the shafts with long tall licks. When Lance is satisfied, he then grabs his boy by the hair and slowly guides him licking up his leg to his leather clad crotch. As his boy works his leather crotch, Lance binds the boy’s hands to his ankles with rope.

“Do what you've been wanting to do all night, boy. Open my zipper with your teeth.”

The boy looks up at his Master, surprised at what he just heard.

“Come on, worship it, bring it out.”