Chapter 1 – Taking a chance

 

On the bed is a pair of engineer black leather boots worn by someone who is struggling in bondage. The boots are held snugly together by a white cotton rope that has been tightly wrapped around their tops, just above the ankles. There is moaning in the air as the victim struggles in bondage while wearing snug leather pants tucked into the top of the boots. The guy's cock is exposed through the zipper of the leather pants, with his cock wrapped with white rope. His balls are also tied up tight to extend them beyond his crotch. Hands wearing tight cop-style leather gloves are stroking the exposed cock. There are basic chrome cop-style handcuffs on the guy's wrists, exposing skin beneath the sleeves of his leather jacket. Pre-cum is leaking from his cock as he pistons up and down, his cock getting harder as he strokes. The jacket is zipped up to his neck as his head is covered with layers of duct tape, depriving him of his sight and speech. He was gagged and blindfolded with layers of silver tape that were placed over a layer of plastic wrap. He is faceless as he breathes through his nose, the only open spot on his head.

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He struggles, even though he is alone in the room. It is his bedroom, in his house in Portland, Oregon. The rain is falling outside, as it can be heard on the roof. The bedroom is not that unusual, except for the leather-bound man in bondage struggling to jack off on the bed. Inside the duct tape head, Sean thinks about how tight the tape is across his lips, keeping him from speaking. He can’t yell as his mouth is filled with a dirty sock that was pulled from the hamper when his horny urges started all this an hour ago. He feels the tightness of his roped balls, his semen boiling as he feels the tape holding his feet together. He is sweating in the leather as the room is very warm; the heat has been turned up for this occasion. Stroking his cock very quickly for a while brings him to the edge, then he slows down, wanting to enjoy his position. For a moment, he lifts his cuffed, gloved hands and feels his tape-encased head. The tape is tight and unforgiving in the way it wraps his head, covers his face, keeps him sightless and hinders his breathing through his mouth. He sniffs the leather smell of the gloves as he passes them over his nose. He lowers them to create a snug fit, cutting off his breath. This makes his cock harder.

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Sean’s mind wanders with all he is putting himself through, thinking of the biker in full leather who passed him on the way home from work. Waiting in his driveway, wearing tall boots that his padded leather pants were tucked into. The gloves covering the jacket's sleeves matched the pants' black; Sean wondered who was sitting on that bike, as the full-face black helmet with a shield obscured the guy's face. After parking his car, Sean slowly gets out of his Prius, making his way cautiously to the biker standing next to Sean’s front door. The biker watches the banker in his shirt and tie go to the door, pulling out his key and unlocking it. Sean enters his living room, taking a few steps to look back at the front door—the biker steps in, his boots thundering on the wood floor. The door was slammed shut as the biker approached Sean. Grabbing his hands and roughly pushing the banker against the wall in the living room, Sean could smell the heavy, worn leather the biker wore. The biker lifted his gloved right hand and quickly covered Sean’s face, cutting off his breath.

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Sean’s hand returned to his dripping cock and started stroking with great effort. Up and down, letting the lube combine with his pre-cum to enhance the feeling of his cock. With his head covered in tape, Sean struggled to breathe as the biker just increased the pressure of his leather-gloved hand over Sean’s nose and mouth. Sean was pleading in the gag to breathe, feeling the helmeted biker press his body onto Sean and into the wall.  Sean stroked with excitement as he reached his breath's limit. Just then, the front door opened. Sean struggled to turn his head and found a second biker, dressed in brown head-to-toe leather and wearing a black helmet, entering the living room. Within seconds, Sean was shooting his cum high in the air, yelling as the sock in his mouth and the tight tape kept his yell a muffled sound in his room. The cum flowed and flowed as it dripped down his cock, over his tied balls and into his leather pants.

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He stroked a bit more to get all the cum out of his balls, then just held his cock and allowed himself to take in the feeling of all that he experienced; his body became sensitive, his muscles flexed as his cock stayed stiff with the cum flowing down it into his leather pants. As his chest rose and fell, he released his cock, which was reduced in size a little and sighed in enjoyment. He was thinking about how he looked and was looking forward to watching the video he was recording with the camera on the tripod at the foot of his bed.

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Slowly coming down from the high of shooting his load, Sean reaches up with cuffed hands to the nightstand beside his bed. Unquestioningly, he feels around with his leather-gloved hands for the key to the cuffs that he carefully placed before starting his adventure. He slows his breathing as he turns his head towards the nightstand, even though he can’t see. He gently pats the top of the stand until he feels the key. He moves to pick it up with his fingers when it slides and drops to the floor. Though not at all loud, he hears the key hit the wood floor.

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“Fuck.” he says, but comes out as just a muffled sound from behind the layers of tape covering his lips. He works himself up on the bed, sitting up, then struggling to get his legs over the side while still in bondage. Standing, he turns to face the bed, then drops his body on it and worms his way down the side until he is on the floor, in the direction he thinks the key will be. He slowly lowers his cuffed hands to the floor and begins to feel around. Luckily, the gloves fit very tightly on his hands, so he can feel things well while wearing them. His head is getting sweaty in the taped hood he put himself in, but he can’t get out until he can reach the scissors that are in the living room. He then reminds himself that the video is running. How silly he will look going through all this. Sean feels around the floor in a widening loop until he finally finds the key and can pick it up. Inserting it into the cuffs takes a few moments as he gets things aligned. Within a moment, the cuffs are freed, and Sean begins to release himself from the self-imposed bondage that he put himself in.

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The shower curtain opens as the water is turned off, and steam floats around the bathroom. From behind the shower curtain, Sean steps onto the rug in front of the tub with cuff marks on his wrists. He takes a large, thick towel and starts drying his fair skin. After drying himself, he grabs his black terry robe from the back of the bathroom door. He puts on the robe and loosely ties the belt. Looking in the mirror, he wipes away the moisture so that he can see himself. Sean is an average guy, a few months past his thirty-second birthday. He runs his fingers through the dirty blond hair that he can fashion with a comb and his fingers. Though not in bad shape, Sean has some loose areas on his body. He brushes his hair into a somewhat neat fashion and smiles as it all comes together.

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Coming out of the on-suite bathroom, he sees the leathers on his bed, duct tape, and plastic remnants. The camera is still on the tripod, and he laughs as it looks like the scene of an amateur bondage porn movie. He takes a few moments to clean up his room, putting all the items away except the gloves, which he puts back on his hands.

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Sean turns on the light in his den as he enters, still in his robe and gloves. He goes to the desk with his computer and turns it on. He leaves the room, then returns with a bottle of beer. Sitting down, Sean clicks on a few things with his mouse. He is startled when the phone on the desk rings. He smiles as he turns his attention to the phone and answers it.

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“Hello?”

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On the other end is Sean's best friend, Ken. They’ve known each other since college. They have no secrets from each other, over the years sharing them in moments that were serious or unplanned drunken nights. Sean's being gay became known to Ken on one of the drunk nights when Sean made a pass at him. This included Sean asking to be tied up, so Ken learned his friend was kinky and gay. Ken is gay, also being quite the slut at times, wanting to get it on with every young guy he can find. Sean accepts him as such, though he tries to encourage him to have a little bit of morality.

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“Sean, buddy.”

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“Hey man, what’s up?”

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“Whatcha doing tonight?” Ken asks as Sean turns to the computer, bringing up the website devoted to kinky guys, logging in.

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Smiling, “Aaron is out of town again, huh?”

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“Can't hide anything from you. So, wanna do something?”

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“I’m gonna pass.”

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There is a hint of desperation in Ken’s voice, “I was thinking The Eagle, check out the dancing boys.”

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Sean chuckles, “You do that all the time. Why?”

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“I get lonely.”

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“Yes, I know you do, but what about Aaron?”

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“We're not married.”, a very quick response back.

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“You should be.”

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There is a pause at the other end. Ken never wants to commit to Aaron; they’ve been together for three years. But when Aaron is out of town, Ken is out playing the field.

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“Are we going out or not?”

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“Nope.” Sean starts getting sidetracked by the computer screen as he clicks into a chat room called “Leather,” then remembers he was talking to Ken on the phone. “Give me a call this weekend.”

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“Aaron will be back by then.”

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“Then we'll do something together.”

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Ken is disappointed; he signs in the phone as Sean smiles. “Yeah, alright. See you.”

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“Take care.” Sean hangs up the phone. He returns his attention to the monitor; he looks at some of the guys' profiles in the chat room. As he looks at the profiles, he sees a conversation directed at him by a guy named ITOP.

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ITOP: What are you looking for?

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Sean checks out his profile before responding to the message. Looks interesting. An older guy with lots of pictures of himself shirtless and some ink on his chest and arms. With a shaved head and a goatee, he is wearing jeans and work boots. The profile is brief but mentions a couple of Sean’s keywords: leather, bondage, and boots.

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Sean decides to respond; his handle is cuffedboy.

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cuffedboy: I'm lonely and am looking for some companionship.

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ITOP: Well, tell me about you.

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cuffedboy: I'm 32 and in good shape.

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ITOP: You're on the leather chat, boy; tell me what I want to hear.

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cuffedboy:  I'm not sure what to say. I'm exploring my interest in leather.

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ITOP: Boring!

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Sean is getting a bit miffed. cuffedboy: I like bondage, is that what you want to hear?!

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ITOP: Maybe. Are you ready to play what your handle says?

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cuffedboy: Get cuffed? Depends?

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ITOP: You're not committed enough!

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Just then, a new person responds in the chat, BIKEMSTR

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BIKEMSTR: Leave the boy alone.

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ITOP: Fuck off!

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BIKEMSTR: I know a virgin whom I have seen. I also know how to respect someone new to the scene!

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As the two masters chat it out, Sean looks at BIKEMSTR’s profile and likes what he sees. He is wearing leather motorcycle leathers in all his photos. He hides his face either with a helmet or by cropping it off. But still, the info in the profile is very interesting to Sean.

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ITOP: Boy, if you really are interested in exploring, I can show you discipline.

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cuffedboy: What do you mean?

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ITOP: If you don't know, I think you’re too naive for me!

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cuffedboy: As I said, I'm new to this, but I've done more than just read a few magazines and rented a few videos. I have met several guys online and at the bar over the past two years and have had some really good times. But now I want something more. I have done some reading about Master/slave relationships. I want to explore that.

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ITOP: I can't help you! I need someone with a backbone so that I can beat it out of them. Bye!

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Sean moves his mouse to close the chat window, but BIKEMSTR types in a message.

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BIKEMSTR: Perhaps I can help.

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Sean looks at the screen for a few seconds, then responds.

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cuffedboy: How?

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BIKEMSTR: How long have you had these feelings?

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cuffedboy: Man, forever. I used to enjoy watching guys get tied up on television. I always dreamed it would be me. I bought a leather jacket and boots a couple of months ago.

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BIKEMSTR: I understand. It took me some time to discover that others shared these interests.

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cuffedboy: When I found the first magazine, I couldn't believe that there were others with the same interest.

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Sean and the Master chat online for over an hour, discovering each other’s interests and desires. Sean learns that the Master once had a boy, but he had to relocate for his job. While Sean and the Master are a few years apart, there is no reason they wouldn't be interested. During their discussion, Sean would look at BIKEMSTR’s profile photos and dream of smelling that leather, tasting his boots. The online conversation was winding down.

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BIKEMSTR: Where do you live?

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cuffedboy: In Portland, Oregon.

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BIKEMSTR: Funny, so do I! Would you like to get together? Perhaps this weekend?

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cuffedboy:  Sure, I don’t have anything else going on. Saturday is open, around noon?

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BIKEMSTR: Noon is fine. Would you be comfortable meeting at Mt. Tabor Park? It is a public location, cuffedboy: Yes, that would be fine.

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 BIKEMSTR: If the weather is good, I'll ride my motorcycle.

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This causes a stir under Sean’s robe as he looks again at this Master dressed in leather.

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BIKEMSTR: I'll be carrying a black helmet. My name is Lance.

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cuffedboy: I look forward to the day. My name is Sean.

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BIKEMSTR: Sean, you said you have a leather jacket and boots, correct?

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cuffedboy: Yes, Sir. May I call you Sir? It just seemed natural.

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BIKEMSTR: Glad to hear it is natural for you to do so; yes, Sir is fine. Please wear your leather jacket and boots when we meet.

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cuffedboy:  Yes, Sir. It is getting late, and I should be turning in for the night. I look forward to meeting and talking.

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BIKEMSTR: I also, Sean. Have a good week. See you Saturday.

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Sean turns off his computer. He is excited yet, but has a bit of apprehension. Sean pauses at the thought of meeting someone who embodies so many of his ideals. But he reminds himself to take it slow, just let this evolve. There is excitement in his stomach as well as the tinge of fear. Fear of what could happen, along with fear of finding what he has dreamed of.

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It is a gray, overcast day with the threat of rain in Portland as Sean nears the park. Sean has been anxious for Saturday to arrive. During the week, when he has had idle moments, he has thought about BIKEMSTR: who is this guy, and is he really a Master? All the stuff Sean has seen in various Master/slave relationships has given him many ideas. How strict is this guy? How twisted is he, a sadist who will put Sean through severe, heavy scenes? Sean wonders why his thoughts focus so much on the severe and heavy pain. Could it be that he deeply desires to be treated to the extreme? Why can’t a Master like BIKEMSTR be caring, enjoy putting his slave into bondage, but treat him with erotic skills and not extreme use? What would it be like to be in bondage and have the Master kiss him, stroke his face with his leather-gloved hands? So many questions, so much anxiety.

 

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Sean enjoyed the feeling as he put on his jeans, boots, and leather jacket this morning. First, he was instructed to do so, and Sean liked that the Master was taking control. Sean thought about how wonderful it would be to dress like this more often. That he was dressed as his Master wanted made him feel important.

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As he drives into the parking lot, he comes to the horrible thought: What if there is more than one guy in motorcycle leathers in the park? He shook his head as he pulled up to a motorcycle parked in the far corner. Besides being the only motorcycle, there weren’t many cars in the lot.

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Sean pulled in next to the bike, looking at the beautiful Ducati as he turned off the car. Checking himself in the mirror, he climbs out of his car, locking the door. He looks around the open areas of the park and doesn't spot anyone. Not finding this Master, Sean heads down a path that leads from the parking lot and down a hill. Sean passes by the empty playground and a few picnic tables.

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The path leads into a wooded area of dense trees and undergrowth. His boots are getting a bit of mud on them as Sean walks the dirt path. In the quiet, he hears the sound of his leather jacket as his arms move while walking. He thinks to himself that he should’ve worn a pair of gloves to impress this potential Master. He hears a bit of rustling of the leaves and pauses. Sean wonders if someone could be in the woods, watching him. He looks around slowly, then realizes the wind is moving the leaves.

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Sean comes out of the grove of trees to find the picnic area on a grassy hillside. At one of the far tables sits Lance, alone, looking at the view off the hillside. He is dressed in full black motorcycle leathers, a heavy one-piece suit, and matching boots. His full-face black helmet sits on the table. Sean stops for a moment, looking in the distance at this impressive man. He holds his breath and adjusts his jeans as he sees something out of one of his dreams. Composing himself, Sean steps forward towards Lance, making his way across the vast lawn. Feeling someone approaching, Lance turns his head and spots Sean standing and coming towards him. Lance watches as Sean nears him, liking what he sees of the man with the unzipped leather jacket flapping in the wind, jeans that fit him just right and the slightly mud-covered boots. Lance likes that the boy is approaching him with some confidence and has dressed as he was told.

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Sean mutters to himself that he can’t believe his eyes. With his dark head of hair in a high and tight cut, chiseled chin, goatee with touches of gray, blue eyes that come into focus as the boy approaches, here is Lance looking strong, handsome and could certainly make Sean submit to him. As Sean gets closer, Lance breaks into a smile, seeing this tall, sturdy boy coming to him. Lance looks younger than his 40 years; his only hint of age is the gray in his goatee and the patch of hair on his head. Sean notes that this guy keeps his hair neatly cropped, and he wears his leathers trim and well-fitting.

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Coming together, they shake hands, confirming who they are to each other. With some hesitation in Sean and confidence in Lance, they start talking as they move through the customary small talk. Lance learns that Sean is a banker, and that Lance is an Art Director for an online merchant. As they continue their conversation, Lance reaches over with his gloved hand and zips up Sean’s leather jacket all the way to the top. Lance pats Sean’s chest and smiles. Sean is amazed that Lance just did that, taking a moment to make sure the boy was dressed as he wanted. There is a pause, then Sean reveals his nervousness. Lance lets him know that he is with someone who understands and has the experience to hopefully make Sean comfortable. They talk of their growth into bondage and sadomasochistic sex. They each had felt during childhood and their teens, but didn’t know where to turn. Their conversation grows into their exploration of BDSM, their experiences, feelings, and the history of the Master/slave relationship. During their talk, hours pass, and they end up walking around the park.

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Sean and Lance are talking as they walk on the trail that heads towards the parking lot. They are relaxed with each other.

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“We are both creative and have many hot ideas,” states Lance. “I think we would have a lot of fun.”

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Sean smiles, knowing that Lance is right. “I feel really comfortable around you; I mean, just you in those leathers and owning a bike are a dream come true.”

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“Well, I've always wanted a bike partner. My last boy didn't want anything to do with bikes.”

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“That sucks.”

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They walk a few steps in silence, awkward silence. As they walk, Sean looks at the ground as Lance keeps his head turned, watching Sean, liking what he has learned and seen in this boy. Sean looks up and notices Lance watching him; this embarrasses Sean, who smiles, then returns his gaze to the ground. Both of these guys want to go further, but they are unsure how the other will react. Lance decides to take a chance, stops walking turning towards Sean.

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“Sean, would you like to take a ride?”

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Sean takes a couple of steps, allowing himself to take in what Lance just asked. He tries to contain his enthusiasm as he turns to look at Lance.

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“Are you serious?” Sean feels something is missing. “Sir!”

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“I wouldn’t have asked.” Lance pauses for effect. “Boy.”

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The response is perfect for Sean; he will go for a ride behind this leather Master. Then Sean pauses with a thought.

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“But I don't have a helmet.”

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“I brought one, just in case.”

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Lance steps forward, lifting his gloved hand under Sean's chin and gently stroking his face.

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 “I know that we agreed that we were just going to talk today. But I think we might be heading into a bit deeper water if you know what I mean?”

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Lance winks as Sean nods his head while leaning into the glove, taking in the leather smell. Sean knows he would love to get on that bike and hold onto Lance in those leathers. Sean looks into Lance’s eyes and smiles. Just then, Lance grabs Sean by the neck and pulls him off the trail. He pushes him against a tree.

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“Shit!” says Sean.

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Lance is now stern with Sean, in both his actions and his voice. “Listen to me. From this point, you call me Sir, you got it?!”

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Calmly, Sean answers, “Yes, Sir.”

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Lance reaches down and grabs Sean's crotch; Sean does not resist. Lance smiles and nods, finding that hard-on of Sean’s. Lance pushes Sean forward toward the parking lot.

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They reach the bike. Lance takes another black full-face helmet from the side of the bike. Out of it, he pulls some gloves handing them to Sean. Sean puts on the helmet, followed by the gloves. Lance puts on his helmet, and they mount the bike. Lance starts up the bike, walking it back out of the parking spot. Sean grabs the back of the bike seat. Lance reaches for Matt's hands, grabs them and pulls them around his waist. He rubs them, showing his affection for this riding position. Sean takes a firmer hold. They ride off.

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The door opens, the light comes on. Sean enters first, still wearing the helmet and gloves. Lance follows, having removed his helmet, guiding Sean with a hand on his shoulder. As light fills the room, Sean can see that this is Lance’s play space, his dungeon where he enjoys the moments of bondage and sadomasochistic sex. It was designed for Lance to enjoy and play with his submissive with a clean, modern look. Mirrored cabinets line one wall, filled with various tools for his play. The mirrors allow Lance and his sub to watch the action when the sub isn’t hooded. There is a bed on the other side with a leather cover. Chains and various restraints hang from another wall and the ceiling. Lance stops Sean in the center of the room, placing the helmet he took off on the bed. He reaches over and gently removes Sean’s helmet, placing it next to his on the bed.

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Standing in front of Sean, they look each other in the eyes. Sean is nervous as Lance reaches with his gloved hand to touch his cheek, calming him. Closing his eyes, Sean takes in the leather smell of the gloves and the leather they each wear as it fills the room. Reaching to return the touch to Lance, Lance gently takes hold of Sean’s wrists, firmly placing them at his side. Sean looks at Lance again, who takes his hands and caresses his guest's body. Sean feels the touch through his leather jacket, breathing heavily. Reaching Sean’s chin, Lance takes it and guides it to bring their lips closer together. In a moment, they will touch, but they look into each other’s eyes one more time. Softly, they touch lips as Sean moans slightly, tasting Lance’s firm lips against his. They deepen their kiss, sharing their passion. Then, Lance’s tongue invaded Sean’s lips as it entered with force, making Sean weak in the knees. He wants to reach up and touch the man kissing him, but Sean knows he must keep his hands where they are.

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As they kiss, Lance takes each wrist of his guest, raising them to the ceiling, and in moments, steel manacles secure Sean’s arms above his head. Lance releases the kiss; Sean is surprised by this action and looks at Lance, but doesn’t say anything. He feels safe with him and wants to see where this is going. Lance explores his guests’ bodies, feeling, squeezing, and touching with his arms out of the way. Most times, they never release their gaze from each other’s eyes.

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“Relax, Sean. This will be the most enjoyable time you’ve ever had. And when it is over, you will want to do it again and again.”

Before Sean can respond, Lance kisses him again. After his kiss, Lance steps back and admires what he has chained in his dungeon. Lance smiles and adjusts his leathers at the crotch. Bending down, he begins to undress Sean by removing his boots and socks, then sliding his jeans off him. Sean can’t hide his growing cock that stretches his tight white briefs to their limit. Stroking Sean’s cock through the fabric of the briefs, Lance looks at the boy with disappointment.

 

“You need to go purchase jocks. My boy only wears jocks. You got it, boy?”

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“Yes, Sir.” Sean likes that he has received his first order from this leather biker.

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“Very good, boy.” Lance pats the boy’s hard cock, then proceeds to rip them off. Another surprise for Sean, but he remains quiet, learning from his experiences.

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Lance unzips Sean's jacket, then tears open the white t-shirt he is wearing. This exposes Sean’s chest, which has some hair. Lance reaches under the hanging jacket with his leather-gloved hand and starts squeezing the boy’s tits. This is a new sensation for Sean, as he has only really been in bondage. At first, it is sensual but turns to pain as Lance grins, tightening his grip. He varies the pressure as he is watching the boy’s cock dance with the changes in pressure. Sean starts to struggle in the chains that hold him in place, beginning to understand how bondage works.

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Soon, Lance steps away, taking a rawhide lace from a drawer. He steps before his boy, kneeling and wrapping the rawhide tightly around Sean’s cock and balls. This brings out his tool to be fully exposed, causing Sean to moan with the pain of the tightness and enjoying the cool air that his balls are exposed to. Sean feels the weight of his dick extended before him as each movement allows it to waver before him. Lance is just watching the boy discover his body, how it is helpless yet pleases him with a little pain. Sean isn’t sure where to look as he glances past Lance into the mirror to see himself, but he is horny as fuck to see the leathered biker standing before him, watching him struggle in the chains.

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The leathered biker steps to Sean, reaching up and releasing the steel shackles from around his wrists. Sean feels the stiffness in his arms as he lowers them, rubbing his wrists. Lance takes hold of Sean’s jacket, removing it and placing it on a nearby countertop. He rips what’s left of the t-shirt, letting it fall to the concrete floor. With his gloved hand, he guides Sean to the bed, pushing him on it with the boy landing face up. Sean doesn’t move as Lance pulls out leather restraints attached to the four corners of the bed. With his cock pointing straight up, it isn’t long before Sean is spread-eagled with his limbs secured tightly. Gently, Lance begins to caress the naked body he has bound to his bed. Sean enjoys the touch, the cool leather of his gloves gliding across his skin. Lance lays his leathered body upon the naked boy. He lays his head next to the boy’s ear, quietly speaking in the boy’s ear.

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“If you feel that I am getting beyond what you can take, you can stop the moment. But do not say stop. You are my submissive, and you will only say leather. Leather will pause what I am doing for you to voice your concerns. If you are gagged, you will hum Yankee Doodle. If you say or do anything else, I will continue. This will keep you focused on what is happening to you. Do you understand, boy?”

Realizing he is in good hands, Sean responds, “Yes, Sir.”

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“Good boy.” Sean kisses the boy on the lips. They look into each other’s eyes and understand their role in what is happening.

Lance caresses his boy’s face, sitting up and moving his hands down the boy’s torso, letting him feel the soft touch of his Master. When the gloved hand moves around Sean’s body, it is like a magnet, bringing the body up and down on the bed. There is no hurry in what Lance does, as he enjoys his control over his boy. At times, Lance feels his dick trapped in his leather as he brushes the dripping cock of his boy. Knowing it is always best to leave a sub wanting more, Lance steps away.

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Sean watches as Lance opens a drawer and pulls out two leather objects. He comes back to the boy, sliding a leather blindfold over the boy’s eyes. Then he lifts a leather plug gag to the captive’s lips. There is hesitation, which Lance enjoys a bit. Lance pushes with a little bit of force, but the boy doesn’t allow the gag in.

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“Please, Sir, no gag.”

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Lance doesn’t respond as he pushes again. As he does, he gently strokes the sub’s cock with his other hand, and in a moment, his mouth opens, and the gag is inserted. Strapped behind his head, the boy moans as he realizes he is under the complete spell of Lance.

“Remember my instructions, slave. If you didn’t want to be gagged, you could have stopped it from happening. But you didn’t respond properly.” Lance looks at the gagged boy, smiling. He pats the boy’s cheek with his gloved hand, “But we both know you wanted to be gagged. Right, boy?” The boy sighs in the gag, knowing that Lance is correct.

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As he’s been sweating through all this, Lance unzips and lowers the top part of his one-piece leathers, exposing his bare torso under, as he takes some rope from the wall. He releases the leather restraints on the boy’s ankles. Taking the right one, he lifts the leg up and over so that it is next to the boy’s right wrist, where they are tied together. Lance does the same with the left side, where the boy’s ass is now exposed and bare. Going to the wall where he keeps his paddles and floggers, Lance takes a moment to decide, selecting a wooden paddle in walnut stain. He approaches the helpless man on his bed, taking a practice swing to get used to the paddle's weight.

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Smiling, Lance enjoys that in a moment, this boy is going to experience pain, something that he won’t be able to escape from. He can’t see what is coming, only feels it as it happens and is restrained from taking it as long as Lance enjoys it.

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There is a whoosh in the air, and a sharp smack as the wood strikes the soft flesh of Sean’s ass. With surprise and a great deal of pain, Sean yells into the gag, struggling to get free and protect his ass. There is another strike, and the boy yells again as another follows. Lance enjoys the struggle and yelling so much that he can’t help but lower the zip on his leather to release his dick and balls. He strokes a few times as Sean calms down, but he is tense, knowing there will be another and another.

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Once calm, that is the signal for Lance to start again. This time, he strikes the boy four times in a steady rhythm. As his ass is becoming red, Sean struggles and screams in the gag. He feels the bondage now, knowing he can’t get away, he can’t see when the strikes are coming, the gag fills his mouth. Yet, as Lance looks at the boy’s cock, it is rock hard with pre-cum dripping down its side. Stroking his own dick, Lance gently rubs the boy’s reddening ass with his gloved hand. Sean feels the coolness of the leather. But it is short-lived, as there are five more strikes of the paddle on the ass. The boy doesn’t struggle as much, as he is getting used to the topping by Lance. After the last strike, Lance returns the paddle to the wall as Sean calms down.

 

Lance returns to his captive, releasing his feet and putting them back into the leather restraints on the corners. He tosses the rope to the floor, then focuses on caressing the naked body before him. The boy fidgets a bit on his sore ass, but even that is cooled by the leather sheet he lies upon.

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 “You’re doing very well, boy, very well,” Lance tells his boy as he is slowly moving to sit on the boy’s chest.

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Sean likes the praise and mumbles a thank you through the gag. Lance moves his body so that his dick is close to the boy’s gagged face. He works the gag out of the boy’s mouth and quickly inserts his hard-dripping dick. Slowly, he slides it in and out as the boy gets used to it being larger than the gag he previously had locked in. Lance’s dick is eight inches, not thick, which meant the boy would have to take it deep.  The boy handles Lance’s dick fairly; it does cause him to choke a bit, struggling to get a rhythm to his breathing.

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 “You have lots to learn, my boy. Take it all in; love it with your tongue. You will learn to serve me all day and night if I need it.”

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Lance strokes the boy’s head with his gloved hands as he fucks the hole that is before him. Over time, the boy is starting to understand how to handle his Master’s dick; Lance stops stroking the boy’s head, lowering his hands behind him to the boy’s tits. As he squeezes them, Sean moans a bit, forgets about what is in his mouth, and starts to bite down in pain.

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“Less teeth, asshole.” Lance squeezes harder, and the boy removes his teeth as he clenches his face in pain. Lance speeds up his face fucking but keeps it at a slow tempo, so the boy learns to respond properly and keep his Master happy. There is pain from his tits, but joy in tasting the Master’s dick in his mouth. At times, the boy tastes the saltiness of the pre-cum that is coating his mouth. Lance likes it when Sean moans around his dick as he pushes it deeper and deeper into his throat.

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Reaching further behind him, Lance grabs the boy’s cock and starts to gently stroke it. He does it for a moment, then stops when the boy growls loudly around the dick that fills his mouth as the boy wants to release.

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“I'm taking control, boy!”

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With calmness and enjoyment, Lance continues to work with his bound boy, playing with his tits. Then working the cock again. Back and forth, all the while, Sean’s throat is filled with the Master’s dick. Sean struggles against the bondage that holds him firmly to the leather-covered bed as he feels the leather on the Master’s legs snug against his chest and sides. Lance’s gloved hand squeezing his tit’s in pain, the other stroking his slick cock and bringing him nearing the explosion that he so wants.

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“Feel how I control you?” Lance asks as he leans down and whispers into the boy’s ear.

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The pace becomes quicker as the Lance pushes deeper, causing the boy to choke and have trouble breathing. The boy struggles to get a rhythm between keeping his Master’s dick satisfied, the pain in his tits and the need to want to shoot his load in the grip of the Master’s leather-gloved hand as his limbs are pulled tight in all directions. The boy’s breathing is increasing as the Master knows he is about to reach his own climax. Suddenly, Lance pulls his dick out of the boy’s throat and starts pumping it with his hand. His other hand starts pumping Sean’s cock faster and faster. Sean yells with pleasure from his now free throat as Lance is taking control of him.

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Lance growls loudly as his body stiffens and he explodes from his dick the white nectar that splashes on the boy’s face and neck. Seconds later, Sean shoots his cum high above him, it landing on the back of the Master that keeps the boy in bondage and under control. After the explosion, the Master keeps pumping the boy to get every drop out of him. The sensitivity of the boy’s cock causes him to plead for it to stop as he struggles in the restraints. Lance releases the boy’s cock, then wipes his hands on Sean’s chest, lying down next to the boy, who remains bound. They allow their bodies to enjoy the moment they have shared.

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Lance approaches Sean’s face with his and passionately kisses him. The fiery kiss fills each other’s souls as they become one in their desires of passion and sex. Sean works toward Lance, his hands wanting to touch this man who has shown him his true self, but the restraints prevent him from doing so. Lance wraps his legs around his bound boy and shows him his dominating power and force. They release the kiss as Lance pulls back and looks at this new boy. He kisses Sean on the forehead, then sweeps back the sweat-covered hair on Sean's head, “This was short, but you did very well.”

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“Thank you, Sir.”

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Lance puts his arm around Sean's chest, deeply kissing him again.

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It is late in the afternoon in the park parking lot. Next to Sean’s car, Lance is on his bike in his full leathers, with the motor running. Sean stands next to him, his leather jacket zipped up. Lance yells out of his helmet, the shield opened, over the running motor of his bike, “I'll train you to be my slave if you are up to it. But remember what I say goes.”

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It doesn’t take Sean long to respond with, “Yes, Sir. I’m ready to explore this...I want to do it with you.”

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“Think about today and what the future could hold. I'll be calling you tomorrow.”

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“Yes, Sir!”

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With that, Lance drops the face shield and races off. Sean turns to his car, gets in, sits quietly for a moment, opens the top of his leather jacket, exposing his bare chest, presses his nose to the material, and takes in the wonderful scent of his new Master.