03 - Saddle Up
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Smokey was sitting in a high-backed armchair on a dais a few feet away from the sling, looking like a king on his throne. He was sipping a Lone Star longneck and smoking a big fat joint.
"EL LOBO." His voice was a ground-shaking bass rumble. He set the beer and joint down, rose to his feet, and crossed the yard, stopping in front of Jack. He was a giant, 6' 6" of bulging muscle with arms and legs like tree trunks and a barrel chest, all covered with heavy black hair, sprinkled with gray. His closely-trimmed beard was also black and gray and his shaved head gleamed in the orange glow from the mercury vapor lights.
"So you finally came to see the big dog." Smokey was naked, except for heavy black leather boots and a black leather chest harness with chrome buckles. Straps attached to the harness ran down to his crotch, pulling a circular metal cock and ball ring tightly against his scrotum. His rock-hard cock and shaved balls were hot pink, standing out in a startling contrast to his hairy body.
"Yeah." Jack could hardly tear his eyes away from Smokey's hard-on. He forced his gaze up to Smokey's lewdly grinning face. "I need to talk to you. In private."
"Oh, you're shy." Smokey gripped Jack's buttocks and pulled their bodies together, pressing his hard-on against the bulge in Jack's jeans. "That's so sweet and romantic." His big hands kneaded Jack's butt cheeks like a baker working bread dough.
He kissed Jack with surprising tenderness, then slapped his ass. "Come on, Sweetcakes." He took Jack's hand and led him toward the prefab steel building. "We'll... Talk..."
Smokey took Jack into the building and flipped a switch. LED fixtures attached to the metal rafters flooded the area with light. They were in a large room, with several workbenches and machine tools for working metal and leather.
"Let's go into my office." Smokey led Jack through a door labeled "Master" at the back of the workshop. "It's nice and private."
It was a small room filled with discount store office furniture. Two metal filing cabinets stood against the wall. Blown-up photos on the walls displayed naked men with big cocks strapped to bondage furniture.
"You're ready for the sling," Smokey said.
"Yeah." Jack grabbed Smokey's cock, which stiffened immediately. "Put me in the sling. Fuck my brains out."
"Sweetcakes!" Smokey caught Jack in a bear hug and tongue kissed him roughly. "I knew you'd eventually realize how much you want it." He unfastened Jack's belt and opened his fly, freeing his straining rod.
Jack moaned and ground his hard-on against Smokey's swollen pole while the big leatherman reached into his jeans and slid his finger up and down Jack's butt crack. "Fuck me now," he whispered. "I'm ready."
"That's my Sweetcakes!" Smokey slapped Jack's ass and then led him to a door in the office's back wall. It opened into darkness.
"This is my private dungeon." Smokey took Jack into the room and closed the door. It was as black as a coal mine at midnight.
Jack held still in the darkness, listening to his own breathing and feeling the pounding of his heart. Smokey's boots scraped the floor as the big man moved behind Jack and pulled his jeans down around his ankles.
"Ready, Sweetcakes?" Smokey pressed his cock between Jack's butt cheeks and slowly humped his crack, sliding his big log up and down while fondling Jack's hard-on. "I think you are."
"Oh man," Jack whispered. He was SO fucking horny. He shifted his position, pressing his butthole against Smokey's cock-head. "Give it to me. Please."
Smokey pressed his knob into Jack's anal ring, pushing forward until Jack gasped in pain. He laughed and pulled back, then kissed the back of Jack's neck. "Jesus! You are fuckin' hot!" He stepped away from Jack and flipped a switch near the door. Little lights near the floor came on, dimly illuminating the space.
The room was about 20 feet square, with a bare concrete floor, heavy wood rafters, and plywood walls, painted flat black. Big mirrors were mounted on the walls and sinister shapes loomed in the darkness.
"You're mine, now." Smokey flipped another switch. Tiny bright spotlights in the ceiling came on, illuminating a black leather sling suspended from the rafters by chrome chains and leaving the rest of the room in semi-darkness.
Smokey pointed to a bench made of raw unpainted wood. "Take your clothes off."
Jack sat on the bench and removed his sneakers and socks, followed by his jeans and tee-shirt. He stood up. The concrete floor was cold against his bare feet. "What now?"
"Put this on." Smokey handed Jack a cock ring. It was a thin black leather strap with chrome snaps.
Jack placed the strap under his nut sack, pulled the ends up to the base of his stiff cock, and fastened the snap, pulling his balls tight and making his erection even harder.
"Damn, you're cute." Smokey ran his fingers over Jack's tightly-stretched ballsack. "Got me hard as fuck." He squeezed Jack's super-sensitive nuts almost hard enough to hurt, then slid his hand up Jack's swollen shaft and pinched his cock-head, smearing the precum leaking from its tip. "Now, get in the sling."
"Yes, sir!" Jack lay on the heavy black leather sheet and lifted his legs. Smokey cuffed his wrists and ankles to the chains, leaving him helpless with his cock, balls, and butthole totally exposed.
Jack stared at his reflection in the big mirror mounted over the sling. He'd never seen himself like this--spread-eagled and vulnerable with an immense erection made even harder by the cock ring. Fuck, he was hot!
"Jesus, Sweetcakes." Smokey stood at the foot of the sling, grinning at Jack. "You're such a sexy stud... Good enough to eat."
He caressed Jack's smoothly-shaven ballsack and stroked his swollen pole with one hand while teasing his anus with the other. "You like this."
"Uh... Huh..." Jack's cock jerked when Smokey pressed a thick finger through his anal ring. It hurt without lube, but not very much. And it made his stiff dick even harder. "Oh God!"
