Author's Notes
I have read the criticisms of the Leather Sir series and I wanted to answer them first, then write a little more of the series. It will be a 10 part series.
The first criticism is that I don't really describe much of the attributes of our two characters, or their regular clothes they're wearing and I've done this on purpose. My stories here are pure fiction, none of this has been based on anything close to accurate in my experiences. I want my stories to focus on feelings and actions and let the reader picture the two characters in their mind based on what makes them hot and horny. If you like an older man with a younger guy, a muscle torn man with a twink, two handsome hunks, or two chunky bears (let's be real, us big guys want it too). I want this to become your fantasy, and maybe turn it into something real.
Secondly, the beginning seems a little uncontrolled. The story does kind of go back and forth quickly, and I wrote it that way because at the beginning of a relationship, in my opinion, you have two people not really knowing what's going on and trying to figure each other out. Our Leather Sir and boy are no different.
Hopefully since it's come together that you enjoy the rest of the series. I might try a plot twist or two.
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Part 8
We arrive at the club, both leather clad guys, he's got his hand on the small of my back, leading me through the crowd to a booth in the corner.
He slipped the guy at the front a $50 to get us a clean quiet table. I scoot to the inside of the booth and he scoots in next to me close. He's got this look on his face, like a predator looking for other predators. He's got his arm around me tightly, like I'm his prey that he's protecting from others.
A guy wearing a leather harness and shorts brings us a couple drinks. You can tell that the guy isn't really a leather guy. The harness is hanging off him like two stretched out straps and the shorts are baggy. Just a uniform for him when the bar has its weekly leather night.
I sip on my fruity mixed drink and Sir drinks a beer. It's not his usual drink, but he said he wants something a little lighter. He wants to "keep his senses about him. Can't have another leather guy stealing his boy."
I nuzzle my nose into his chest, "I'm not going anywhere just yet."
He smiles and continues his scanning of the large open room. Pretty soon a biker guy comes over to the table.
"Hey there, you guys don't look familiar, you new here," he asks?
Sir quickly speaks up, "yeah, first time here at the bar in Madison. I'm moving here soon, hopefully he's coming with."
"Well, it's a nice place here. Gets cold in the winter time. It would be nice to keep a warm body between us," he says as he winks at me.
I shift in my seat, obviously uncomfortable. "Thanks for the offer, but we don't like to share. I'm a pretty selfish bastard and he's my bottom boy. You can fuck off now, thanks," Sir snarls at him.
"Suit yourself asshole," he says before he walks away.
Sir finishes his beer, I sip the last of my drink, he puts his hands on my thigh and slides up to my crotch.
He leans into my ear, "what do you say we get out of here and I can tie you down and play with those boy balls of yours?"
I moan, "if that pleases you Sir."
"You're damn right," he growls in my ear.
He scoots from the booth, turning and holding out his hand to me as I scoot behind him. We head past the guy from before who's now pushing himself up against another leather guy.
He eyes us as we walk by, Sir looks back and him, smiles, then winks. We quickly get out the door and into a cab.
We get to the hotel and we rush up to the room. When we get into the room, Sir closes the door and I stand waiting for him. He comes over to me, wrapping his arms around me, smashing his mouth to mine.
He gently walks forwards, as I follow and walk backwards, he pushes me onto the bed. He climbs on top of me, pulls off my leather shirt and takes my nipple between his teeth.
I moan, and arch my back into his body. His hands are quickly undoing the crotch of my pants, opening them up and pulling off the pouch. My hard cock springs forward.
He lets my nipple go, and moves to the other one. He's biting hard enough to feel it, but not hard enough to rip my nipple from my body.
He grabs my balls with his left hand, growls into my chest, and pulls them. I moan, then grunt as he reaches a far point.
He sits up, "damn, I'm going to enjoy playing with my boy toy here."
"Please Sir, I'm yours to play with."
He grabs my cock with his fist, pushes up some precum, "I know just how to treat you boy."
He gets off the bed, grabs a few items from the bag on the table. He comes back, pushes a red ball into my mouth and begins to strap the rest of the head harness on. Once secure, he places a blindfold over my eyes and ties it behind me.
He lies on top of me, his body easily longer than mine, covering me, his breath is in my ear.
"I want you to enjoy this boy. I know I will."
I nod my head yes and he gets off me. The rest of this is by pure feeling since I can't see or talk.
He moves around on the bed, and grabs my cock. He begins to stroke me, I put my hands down on my thighs, moaning heavily into my gag.
He stops, and gets off the bed. He suddenly grabs my wrists and ties them with rope, tightly. He then pulls them above my head and I assume he ties it to the bed frame.
He then grabs each ankle, and ties them down, assumably to the bed legs. I'm now layed out for him.
I feel him get back on the bed and slide his fingers over the sensitive head of my dripping cock. He lets the precum run down and uses it for lube when he strokes my cock after.
I feel him grab my balls, and pull on them, wrapping something thick around them and they're held from my body. He then pulls them gently but doesn't let go. I guess he tied a rope from the ring to the bed frame, he told me this later.
