Smell of Leather

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 2

CHAPTER ONE It was an unusually hot day in the Hamptons, even for July, and as I walked toward the ocean, I dreamed of a nice cool, tall glass of iced tea when I finished my swim. The waves were calm as I waded into the warm waters and began to swim lazily along the shoreline. I was due to have dinner with a close friend later that day, but was troubled somewhat by dreams that I’d been having for nearly a month now. I finished my swim and headed back to the house to dress for my date that evening. I was going out once more with Diana, who I have known since childhood. For twenty-two of my twenty-six years, I’ve had the benefit of being able to confide anything to Diana and know that it wouldn’t go any further than her ears. I wasn’t so sure how she was going to react to my revelation about these dreams. I couldn’t decide whether to tell my boyfriend about them, and I planned to ask Diana for her advice. Of course, Diana thought David was just my best friend, and not what he really was: my boyfriend. I decided to go for a short drive around the neighborhood to clear my mind before meeting Diana later. As I drove through our gates and out onto the familiar streets and past the bright green manicured lawns of the Hamptons, I felt more at peace. Each house had its own style, its own elegance and was a vivid reminder of glorious days gone by and those to come. Old wealth had been gradually replaced by new money, and with it came the young men and women of today’s new wealth. I was fortunate to live at home with my parents, who had acquired considerable wealth from television production, and one day would inherit it all. In the meantime, I helped invest and watch over the family fortune. As I glanced at the clock on the dashboard, I saw it was time to head home and wait for Diana to come by for dinner. Diana arrived promptly at 6 as usual when we had dinner together and we left for our favorite restaurant, The Captain’s Hook. As we pulled

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 3 into the parking lot of the restaurant, the knot in my stomach became tighter as I realized I would soon be discussing something about as personal as it gets. When we sat down at the table, Diana asked, “You seem on edge tonight, Sean. Is something wrong?” “Well, I did want to discuss something with you that you might feel uncomfortable with, but I don’t want to upset you in any way.” A look of concern crossed Diana’s face and she said, “After all these years, and all of the secrets we’ve shared, there can’t be anything you could say that would upset me or shock me – unless you’ve been on a murder spree!” “Well, let’s order and then I wanna tell you about these strange dreams I’ve been having and get your reaction, dreams I haven’t told even my friend David about,” I said. After the waiter took our drink and food order, I tried to relax and began my recounting of the dreams. “Diana, I’ve been having these weird sexual dreams for about a month now that involve other men and sexual activity that is clearly leather in nature, with bondage and S&M aspects. I don’t know why I am having these dreams as I’ve never really thought about this type of sex before, but in my dreams, I’m enjoying myself as I feel swept away by the power of these phantom men. Are you shocked?” “Well, I have to say that is the last thing I expected you to talk about. Are you gay? Is that why you’re dreaming about men and not women, and why you’ve never made a move on me in all these years? Now don’t get me wrong, if you’re gay, don’t be afraid to tell me, it won’t change our friendship at all, but it’s something I should know.” “I’ll admit I’ve thought often about men in a sexual way, and at parties if there is a particularly good looking man there, I’ll be attracted to him. But I am attracted to women as well, which is why I’m so confused over these dreams,” I explained. “Have you ever had sex with a man before?”

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 4 As I blushed, I replied, “Yes, growing up, I fooled around with a couple of friends, and twice more in my early twenties when I was drunk and lying on the beach with a guy I met at a bar, but that’s it,” I lied. “And have you had sex with women before?” she asked. “I have a few times, but I admit the sex wasn’t all that fulfilling as I recall it now in a different light.” Diana sat back in her chair, looking like her professor at college had just given her an incredibly hard math problem to solve. I became worried that this was all too much for her to handle and started to panic. “Are you all right, Diana? Are you disgusted with me?” “No, no, not at all! It’s just a bit much to take in all at once since you never gave any indication before that you were bi-sexual or gay. It’s going to take some getting used to before I can process all of this,” she replied. She went on to assure me that nothing could affect our friendship and that she was here for me no matter what as I had always been there for her. I’d held her hand more than once when she broke up with a boyfriend and got her through the pain. We ate dinner and talked about other things that were going on in our lives at the moment. Diana told me about the new guy she was dating and that they had gone out on his sailboat last weekend. She seemed quite taken by him. When we had finished, I paid the bill and we left the restaurant and headed back to my car. She had been such a good friend and I liked her so much that there was no question in my mind that she would have been more than just my girlfriend by now if I didn’t have questions about my sexual orientation. After clearing the gates leading into my parents’ house, I pulled over and parked without going all the way up to the portico. “Can we talk some more, Diana?” I asked. “Of course, Sean, you know that.”

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 5 “I don’t know what to do about all this – I can’t just keep on ignoring the dreams. They have to be resolved. What do you think I should do?” “Have you ever gone to one of those leather bars where men go that are into all of that?” “No, and I must admit the thought of going gives me a queasy feeling, but maybe that’s one way to deal with this issue,” I answered. “Well, then do it; just be careful, Sean. I don’t want anything to happen to you, ever, you understand? The other option would be to seek counseling to try and understand the origins of this fantasy.” “I understand. I’ll give you a call in a couple of days and let you know what I decide. Now gimme a kiss and let’s say goodnight.” Diana got into her car and left the property to head home as I parked my car and entered the house through the side door. It felt good to have talked to someone about what was becoming a difficult issue to deal with all by myself. I just could not picture myself sitting in a chair or worse, lying on a sofa telling some strange guy that I was having dreams and fantasies about getting spanked by other men! So, there seemed only one answer and that was to pay a visit to a bar or check out other options in New York City. I went to bed that night feeling a little better, but still apprehensive. Once again, I dreamed of dark corners, the smell of leather, and the groans of men in ecstasy.

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CHAPTER TWO I woke up the next morning all the more determined to get to the bottom of this business and find out if I was in fact a gay guy into leather. I decided I needed to make some discreet inquiries. Walking into the library, I closed the door and went over to the desk where I knew I would have privacy and hopefully not be disturbed by anyone in the family, especially my younger brother. I picked up the phone and dialed David’s number, hoping that he was home and hadn’t gone out for the day. “Hello, Sean, how are you?” David asked upon recognizing my number on his caller ID. “I’m fine, David, and you?” “I’m good, just a little bored with the usual summer stuff here in the Hamptons. We haven’t even had a good scandal this year! What is life coming to?” “Well, the summer isn’t over yet. Give society a chance. I’m sure something or someone is going to blow up and we’ll all read about it in the local gossip rag. Listen, David; I need to talk to you about one of the bars on the island, and about what you might know in the city. Can we meet today?” “Of course we can, Sean – you sure have my curiosity up, which bar? I mean we’ve been to them all.” “Ahh, actually the Eagle and I know you have been there, right?” “Oh honey, of course I’ve been there. That’s kinda vanilla really, but what do you want to know?” “I’d rather talk about this in person if you don’t mind, David, so can we meet today for a swim maybe around lunch time, and then have

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 7 something to eat here at the house? The cook is here today and she can whip us up something, I’m sure.” “Okay, I’ll be over around noon – can’t wait to see ya!” and with that he hung up. I wasn’t really looking forward to telling David any more than I had to telling Diana. It’s kind of embarrassing to admit to your new boyfriend that you think you want to be tied up and dominated by another man! But I trusted David with my life, so this was small potatoes really. A knock on the door brought me out of my stupor and I answered, “Come in.” “Sean darling, your father and I are going up to the house in Connecticut for the weekend. Do you want to come with us?” my mother asked. “Ahh, thanks, Mom, but I have plans with friends this weekend, and I don’t want to cancel them at the last minute and make everyone mad at me,” I replied. “Okay, have it your way, we’ll be leaving in about an hour. Cook will be here to make sure you have something to eat, just talk with her about what you’d like for lunch and dinner, okay, darling?” “That’s fine, Mom, I’ll be all right; you and Dad enjoy yourselves. I’m sure I’ll have plenty to occupy myself with this weekend.” With that, I was free to plan my weekend without worrying about conflicts with family duties at one of the social functions which go on all summer long in the Hamptons. I left the library and went to my room to change into a Speedo for my swim with David. Like clockwork, David arrived at noon and we went out to the pool, taking two large iced teas with us. “So, what’s up with you wanting to know about the Eagle? I’m surprised at your interest all of a sudden in that bar, of all places.” “Look, I’m like having some kind of early life crisis or something, David, revolving around dreams I’ve been having for a month now,” I replied.

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 8 “Oh, really? Now this does sound interesting. What kind of dreams?” “The kind of dreams where I’m involved with other men in various sexual situations involving leather, and spanking, and bondage, and that sorta stuff.” “You’re kidding! You? Bondage and discipline?” Dave started to laugh and then said, “You’re more at home in a frat house, and you’re gonna sit there and tell me that you’re having dream fantasies about leather boys? You, the boy next door – twenty-six, blond hair, blue eyes, nice body and innocent looking as the day is long! Incredible!” “Look! This isn’t easy, David, now shut up and be serious,” I chastised. I knew David was right, though. The frat boy image was the one most people had in mind when they thought about me. “Okay, don’t blow a fuse. It’s just a shock, that’s all. So, you are the bottom guy in these fantasies or the top guy?” “Well, since I’m the one strapped to a cross, I guess I’m the bottom, wouldn’t you say?” “Yes, that would be a good indicator of where your head is at – what do you want to do about this, go to the Eagle? They’re all strut and no rut in that place. Phony as a three-dollar bill.” “Well, if I wanted to investigate the scene, where would I go to do it, and still be safe?” “Sean, New York City has a dozen party places that specialize in the bondage and discipline scene. I know where they’re at, but are you sure you want to actually go to one of these places? It really isn’t a very good way to try and build on our feelings for each other, now is it?” “Will you go with me, David?” “Sure, but you gotta promise me that what goes on there will stay there and not be the grist for the gossip mill,” he said. “I’m the one who has to worry about that the most! You gotta promise me that first,” I said with some worry.

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 9 “Okay, we cover each other’s backs when it comes to everything else in life, why not this? I won’t tell a soul. Besides, it’s a little embarrassing to have your friends know that you and your new boyfriend went to a place like that. So when do you want to go to, say – the Warehouse? “What is the Warehouse, David?” “The Warehouse is like a big sex club, only it’s dedicated to the pleasure of S&M and B&D for men and women. If you want to participate in it, you can find it at the Warehouse. It’s a private club, though, and I would need to get us memberships that cost $250 first before we could go there.” “Okay, take care of getting the memberships; I’ll pay for both of them. You just show me the ropes,” I replied, not intending to make a joke. “Show you the ropes, hahaha. Okay, Sean, I’ll gladly show you the ropes, and I’ll get on it today for the memberships.” “Fine, let’s eat lunch, go for a swim, and talk about the new guy that moved into the old Planter mansion on Greenway drive,” I suggested.

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CHAPTER THREE As I went to bed that night, I once again dreamed of a dark series of rooms where guys in all kinds of positions were being forced to obey large, well-muscled men as they engaged in all kinds of sex. I felt strangely erotic at the images my mind created and when I woke up, I had a hard-on from the dream. As I lay there thinking about my dream, I started to masturbate and it didn’t take long for me to come thinking about the S&M that I pictured in my now conscious mind. I got up and showered and as I was drying myself off, my private line rang. I ran for it, water still dripping off my chest. “Hello?” “Sean, David here. I got the memberships for the Warehouse already through a friend of mine who is kinda like the manager at this place. I paid with my credit card and we can pick the cards up at the door the first time we go.” “Will he keep his mouth shut about us getting memberships there; can he be trusted?” “Oh yes, I know where all the bones are buried in his life. He won’t say anything to anyone!” “Great. When do you want to go?” “Well, it is Saturday night tonight. Why don’t we go tonight when we know the place will be hopping?” David asked. My stomach tightened into a ball of anxiety thinking about actually doing this, but I answered, “Okay, let’s go tonight. I’ll drive, unless you think my car wouldn’t be safe in the city wherever this place is,” I said. “Actually, we better take my car. If someone does fuck with it, I won’t have the stroke you would have if someone messed with your

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 11 Beamer! The Warehouse is down at the end of Christopher Street in a rather seedy area.” “Okay, agreed, what time do you want to pick me up, and what should I wear to this place?” “How about around nine o’clock, and wear jeans, work boots and a t-shirt since you don’t own any leather other than your winter coats,” he suggested. “Okay, sounds good. I have some paperwork to do today and some family errands to run. I’ll see you tonight around nine, then.” My stomach was doing flip-flops and I told myself that I had to calm down. I could always just leave if I wasn’t having a good time, or felt that the fantasy was far better than the reality. Also, David would be with me for some kind of protection and he knew the ‘ropes’ of the leather and discipline crowd, so I wouldn’t be totally naïve at what I was walking into. I also felt a surge of sexual excitement at what I would see and perhaps experience in this new world. Once and for all I would find out if this scene was for me or better left to my dreams. The day went quickly as I was consumed with some rather mundane tasks for the family and before I knew it, it was time for dinner. As I thought about my little field trip into fantasy that night, I didn’t have much of an appetite and so I asked the cook to just make some soup and a sandwich, which I ate on the patio while watching the crashing waves fall onto the beach. There was a nice gentle breeze flowing through the screen-enclosed patio and it put me totally at ease for the moment. I sat there for at least an hour, just trying to put myself into a state of relaxation so that I wouldn’t be quite so nervous later on in the evening. At eight o’clock, I decided to shower and change into the uniform of the night as directed by David, my tour guide into the world of the unknown. As I stood naked in front of the mirror having just showered, I looked down my body in the glass, judging and looking for defects. I was generally happy with what I saw and my confidence level rose once more. I had nicely developed pecs, with a bit of hair between them, tight,

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 12 washboard abs, a treasure trail leading down to my slightly larger than average dick which hung over two large balls. I kept my pubic hair trimmed so that it didn’t have that wild look many guys sport. I turned and looked at my ass, thinking it was my best asset. The two ass cheeks looked as if they had been chiseled out of marble, not unlike those of Michelangelo’s David. I silently thanked whatever gene pool gave them to me. I reached for the cologne I always wore when I went out and caught myself laughing at how ridiculous that would be, considering the night’s anticipated activities. I put the bottle away and headed into the bedroom where I had laid out a pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs, 501’s, and a black t-shirt. I got dressed and once more looked at myself in the mirror, pleased with what I saw. I headed down to the library just as the doorbell rang and heard David coming in while talking to the cook who answered the door. “I’m in the library, David,” I yelled. In walked David wearing skintight black jeans, a bright white tshirt and sneakers. I noticed his rather large basket showing and said, “Well, if we’re going man hunting tonight, you came well-armed,” while looking at his crotch. He just smiled and said, “You look fantastic yourself, Sean. You take instructions well, which is fortunate considering what we’re up to tonight,” he added with a laugh. “I’m about as ready to go as I can be, so let’s hit the road and start this little summer adventure,” I said with some nervousness once again coming to the surface. We climbed into David’s car and were off to the city for a night of fun and games. The sky was clear and the breeze from the open windows was warm. It took us almost an hour and a half to get into the city because of some traffic that we hit on Long Island, but I finally saw a street sign that said Christopher Street and I knew we must be almost there. The main area of the gay village was crowded with guys of all kinds, going in and out of the bars and restaurants that lined the streets. We turned left

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 13 onto Christopher Street and sped through the area towards the Hudson River. David made a quick right a block or so from the river and parked. “That’s the ‘Warehouse’,” he said, pointing at what obviously was a warehouse although used for other purposes in the past. We got out of the car and David handed me two rubbers and some Kleenex. “Just in case you need these, I want you to have them. No unsafe sex under any circumstances! We need to stay clean and negative.” Like I needed to be reminded of that, I thought.

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CHAPTER FOUR We walked up to a large black door and pushed a doorbell. A moment later a very large guy answered and David announced that we were new members on our first visit. Letting us inside, he told us to go up to the window to get our cards and pay the entrance fee of $20 each. We were given our membership cards and a pamphlet on the house rules, which we were told we were expected to follow. The rules prohibited photography, sound recording, unsafe sex, and drugs of any kind. We were then buzzed through a second door that led into a large area that served as a locker room. The entrance fee covered locker rental where you could check your coats in winter, or all of your clothes at any time of the year if you so desired. I heard the sound of running water off to the right of the locker room and found a large communal shower and bathroom facilities. Stacks of cheap towels were leaning up against the entranceway to the shower. I took a short walk into the first room off the main hallway and saw that most everyone was in either just a towel, or a jockstrap or similar attire. I returned to the locker room and told David that we would have to strip down to just a towel for this party. After locking up our street clothes with the exception of our socks and wrapping towels around ourselves, we were ready to venture into the dimly lit bastion of pleasure that awaited us. At the doorway that led into the maze of rooms was a very large bowl of condoms and little packets of KY lube. I looked over to David and said, “Well, at least they prepare you for the party, don’t they?” “Grab a couple and slip them into your socks. I’m sure there are more everywhere we will be going.” We decided to walk through the entire complex first and then decide on where we might want to stop and play. The Warehouse was basically one very large open space with a maze built in the largest part. Rooms that were both private and public ran off of a central hallway.

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 15 Anyone could go into the public playrooms, but you had to have a key to get into a private room. As we walked, we saw men in all different kinds of bondage and S&M situations, many of which appealed to both David and me. It took us a total of about twenty minutes just to walk the entire complex. “Okay, David, why don’t we split up and do what we want? Let’s just keep an eye on each other while we are in the play areas though, okay?” “Fine, Sean, have fun, play safe, and remember I love you,” he answered. I walked once more through the maze and found one of the rooms that caught my curiosity – the spanking room. In this room were all kinds of spanking benches, chairs, a wooden cross and a wall full of implements used in the art of spanking. There were seven men bound to various benches with other men spanking the hell out of their asses. I walked up to the cross and was looking at it closely when a nice looking slim man about forty-three came up to me and asked, “Do you want to try it out?” He saw my hesitation and asked, “Is this your first time at the Warehouse or any place like this?” “Yeah, does it show?” “You look nervous but I can assure you that most of the guys who come here know what they’re doing when it comes to bondage and discipline. I’ve been spanking ass for twenty years now, and I love it. From the looks of it through that towel, you got a nice piece of ass on you – be a shame if you didn’t let me warm it up for you,” he said with a lustful smile. I finally said, “Yes, how do we do this?” “This is a St. Andrew’s cross,” he explained. He took my wrists one at a time and fastened them to the cross bar of the X and then spread my legs and did the same with my ankles. He asked me if I was comfortable, and when I answered yes, I felt the towel I was wearing ripped away from my body, exposing me to everyone in the room or

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 16 anyone walking by the room. I felt his hands going over my ass inch by inch, squeezing, rubbing, and patting. “I was right, fantastic piece of ass, boy, and I’m going to whip it good for you. If you get to the point you can’t handle the pain, just say ‘pussy’ and I will stop.” “Yes, sir,” I replied. I saw him walk around in front of me and look down at my cock and smile. “Nice piece of meat too, boy, might like to suck that for you later.” He walked over to the wall where all kinds of belts, paddles, whips, straps, canes, riding crops and cats of nine tails were hanging. I saw him select a rather light looking thin black leather belt, remove it and walk over to the paddle section. There he took down what looked like a leather paddle about six inches wide and eighteen inches long. He came back over toward me smiling all the way while looking at my cock, which seemed to be growing in anticipation of the spanking I was going to get. As he passed around the side of me and out of my vision, I saw and heard the resumption of a whipping that another man was getting on a spanking bench in front of me and to the right. As I became absorbed in that, I felt the hand of my temporary master feeling my ass up again. All of a sudden, I felt the sting of the belt he had selected as it landed across both my ass cheeks with a loud crack, which made me jump and moan out loud. Every fiber in my being was now wide-awake as the sensation of pain flowed through my system emanating from my ass. Then I felt another followed by a rapid succession of at least ten more lashes with the belt. My entire ass was stinging from the strapping that I was taking. I once more felt his hand slide over each ass cheek as if to check out his work. Then I felt an entirely new pain as the leather paddle thundered down onto my ass cheeks with a loud whack. My entire body shook the cross that I was bound to and I let out a yell as it truly hurt! This pounding on my ass continued until he had landed another dozen onto my now tender cheeks that moments before had been perfectly fine. Just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. I once again felt not one but two

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 17 hands sliding over my hot red ass cheeks and heard my master say, “That’s looking real fine now. boy, you taking it all right?” “Yes sir, but I could use a rest. This is my first spanking and it really hurts.” “Hurts? Hell, I’m using the light stuff on you, boy! You see over to your left, that guy is getting beat with a cat of nine tails on his back and ass. Now that’s a man who can take it!” he said. As I rested there, a new guy got down on his knees in front of me and started to play with my dick and balls. I started to object, and got a very hard paddle whack on my ass. “Your ass and cock are mine to do with as I please as long as you’re in my room, you understand? So, if I want this slave to suck your cock a little, he is going to suck your cock! Do you understand, boy?” “Yes, sir, I understand,” I replied as I started to enjoy the sucking that the slave boy was giving me. He was very good at sucking cock and I was hard in no time, enjoying a deep throating that was almost dangerous as it began to bring me close to orgasm. As if he could sense that, he suddenly stopped and pinched my cock hard. “Ouch! Damn it, that hurt,” I yelled at the guy on his knees. “I was told by our master that if I made you come, I would be beaten for an hour. Sorry, but I had to make sure you didn’t come,” the cute young guy said. “Okay, but just suck it lightly and for short periods, or I will come all over your face down there!” There were now several spankings going on all around me, some of which I could see and others I could not. But I heard the sounds of spanking instruments striking ass cheeks and the moans that came out of the men on the receiving end. I wondered what David was doing or having done to him. The rules of this club were you had to come into the membership as a bottom or slave and work your way up to being a top or master. This took time so that there was usually a sufficient supply of both tops and

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 18 bottoms for all the activities that went on. This also meant that fresh meat had to go through all of the different sessions that took place here. My “master” returned to me and stood in front of my face. In his hand hung a cat of nine tails that was hooked around his right wrist by a leather cord. “Did you enjoy the pleasure that Andy brought you while I was away?” “Yes, sir, it was pretty nice,” I replied, hoping that I had given the proper response. “Well, that was your reward for taking your first light spanking. Now we go into something heavier. I’m going to use this cat on your ass and back, any objections?” he asked. “Sir, please go easy on my back, I’ve never had my back whipped before and I’m not sure I’m gonna like it,” I almost pleaded with the man in leather. He said nothing but just walked around in back of me. I tensed up, not knowing how bad the pain was going to be. I waited for what seemed like an eternity but really was only a minute or so before I heard the “wooosh” of the cat coming down on my body and felt the pain of its lashes across my ass. It stung much worse than the other instruments he’d used before. This was repeated several times before the lashes finally fell onto my back. I was right; the pain from the cat on my back was far more intense than on my ass. I yelled out in real pain and bucked against the cross that held me in place. I took two more full lashes on my back before it stopped and returned to my ass. In all, I had received a dozen lashes with the cat of nine tails. As I stood there, I shook slightly from the pain of the experience but was shocked when I felt the slave boy back again playing with my cock and found that it remained hard throughout the ordeal. This time the slave lightly sucked on my balls and stayed away from my shaft so as to not create a danger of my coming. This was just another version of the old hot and cold game where you experienced the extremes of temperature, only here it was pain mixed with oral pleasure.

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 19 Finally, I felt him release my feet from the cross and then watched as he took off my hand restraints. I rubbed my ass to try and ease the pain and I could feel the welts as I did so. I was then dragged over to an odd looking bench and told to lie down on it. I was still shaking a bit from the whipping I had just taken and as I lay down on the table, I saw David brought into the room where he took my place on the cross. The table I was now on had a cut-out in the wood so that my cock and balls hung through the table while the rest of me was bound with ropes. One rope passed over the back of my neck and was fastened through a ring on the side of the table. The same was done with one just above my ass and one at my feet. The end result was that I could not move. As I lay there, I heard the beginnings of David’s punishment as a lash struck his ass repeatedly. After a few moments, I felt a finger caress my asshole and then lube applied liberally into my ass as I was finger-fucked. Compared to the cat of nine tails, this was pure pleasure. When the finger was withdrawn, a dildo was inserted into my ass. It felt like a reasonable size one, as the pain was not severe. For several minutes I was dildo fucked while someone started to play with my cock and balls that hung through the table. When the dildo was pulled out, someone climbed onto my legs and I felt my ass cheeks being spread. I realized that I was about to get fucked by someone I could not see. As he entered my ass, the person under the table started to lightly suck on my now growing cock. The cock going into my ass felt fairly big and then he lay down on top of me and started to hump me slowly at first. The feeling of getting fucked while being sucked was incredibly sexy and enjoyable. I felt a second mouth start to work on my balls, sucking each one gently and then letting each fall out of the person’s mouth. My mystery fucker started to speed up his thrusts up my ass and I was beginning to feel that he was actually fairly large – in the eight-inch range, as I could tell by the start of low-level pain. As he humped faster and faster, the cocksucker who was blowing me sucked me harder and faster. I felt the hot, heavy, quick breath of a man in the middle of passion

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 20 in my right ear as his tongue darted into my inner ear. I heard myself yell out for him to fuck me harder. “Fuck me hard, fuck me like you mean it, sir!” I yelled. “Oh, I’m ramming my big cock up your ass as hard as I can, boy, and I’m going to fill my rubber up with a gallon of come.” All of my senses were on fire. My ears heard David being spanked, my cock was being sucked to the point of explosion and a largedicked man who I could not see (but I could smell the raw sexual sweat that began to trickle off his chest and onto my back) was very expertly fucking me. Finally I could last no longer and I blew a hot load of my come down the throat of the eager cock sucker who was servicing me beneath the table. He drank every drop of my come and emptied my balls. As I moaned with heated pleasure, the man on my back suddenly exploded up my ass for what seemed like a full minute. The rate of his ramming slowed down with the final release of his semen and finally he stopped, collapsing onto my back, panting in pure ecstasy. After a moment or so, his cock started to soften and make its way naturally out of my ass. When I felt it pop out, he got off my back and I felt the sweat on my back from the heat generated by the fucking I had just taken. The rubber was then emptied onto my back for his come to mingle with the sweat of our bodies. I heard him walk away as David seemed to be getting fucked while he was tied to the cross. After another moment, a slave boy came by with a towel and wiped down my back and I was released from my prison table. As I sat up, I felt dizzy, but quickly recovered. I took the towel offered by the slave boy and wiped off my cock and balls, and then my asshole. There on the floor was a fully extended used rubber that had moments before been up my ass. I was correct in my assumption, David was being fucked and sucked at the same time and his climax was quick compared to the fucking he was taking. It took the top fucking David at least another five minutes to finish after David had come, and I was visibly relieved when he finished. It was actually difficult for me to watch another man fuck my boyfriend.

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 21 David was released from his bondage and together we grabbed our towels and left the room and headed towards the showers. We didn’t even bother to wrap the towels around our nakedness. It seemed silly after having just been through a highly charged sexual experience that dozens of men might have watched at some point or another. As David and I let the warm water flow over our bodies in silence, my ass and asshole started to ache. I could tell that I had been thoroughly used and abused. Finally, after we finished showering and were sitting naked on the bench in front of our lockers, I looked at David and smiled. “Well, that was one hell of a ride, wasn’t it?” “Sean, I thought I was going to pass out when they were beating my ass with those whips at the St. Andrew’s cross. These guys don’t play, do they?” he asked. “No, that’s for sure. Let’s get dressed and get out of here. I need a drink!” When we left through the front door, the guy that took our money said he hoped we had a good time. As I nodded to him, I noticed a small television that showed all the rooms on a rotating basis and realized that the guy had probably watched our ordeal.

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CHAPTER FIVE As we slid into the seats of David’s car, we both winced in pain as we sat fully on our asses. We looked at each other and burst out laughing as we both sat kind of sideways on our hips all the way back to the Hamptons. “Well, Sean, did you like it or were you scared and hating it? What did you think of the whole thing?” “David, I can tell you this: I have never had such an intense orgasm in my life as I had in there tonight. Being sucked off while having my ass pounded by a big-dicked-stud was awesome. I thought my balls would fall off when I came. But I have a feeling it will be a couple of days before either one of us can sit down again!” “You got that right, I almost used the stop word at the end but then we got down to good ol’ butt fucking and I liked that, especially being sucked off at the same time.” “Yeah, I saw that you seemed to be enjoying that part all right!” I said, laughing. When David dropped me off at my house, I got out of the car slowly and said that I would not be doing anything tomorrow, but he should give me a call and let me know how he was doing. With that, I gave him a kiss on the lips and off he went. I entered the house and went straight to the bedroom, not even interested in sitting on the lanai. I ran a cool bath and soaked my abused ass to allow some of the pain to go down. When I got out of the tub, I looked at my ass in the mirror and was mildly shocked to see the welts and lash marks that had been left behind by the visit to the Warehouse that night. I didn’t know if I would return there. Even slipping in between the sheets hurt my bruised ass, and I turned over onto my stomach and kicked the sheets off and went to sleep. I slept the sleep of those at peace.

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 23 When I woke up the next morning, I realized that I had not dreamed at all but slept very soundly. I didn’t miss the usual dreams about men in dark rooms in sexual situations. I was relieved to have had a night free from them. I was anxious to talk to David to see how he was processing what we experienced last night. Going down to the kitchen, I got a cup of coffee and went into the library. Sitting down on the nice soft sofa, I dialed his number and sipped my coffee. “Hello, Sean, I trust you are in good spirits this morning if not in good health?” “Hi, David. I’m in good spirits but a little sore on the backside, how about you?” “Oh, I’m sore all right, no doubt about it. I feel like sitting on a pack of ice all day!” he said with a laugh. “That was some wild shit we went through last night. Do you regret having gone?” “No, I don’t. I slept wonderfully without dreaming and woke up in a very pleasant if sore mood this morning. I would say the experience was just what I needed, although I would be lying if I didn’t say it was a lot more intense than I had anticipated.” “Yeah, I wondered at one point if we were going to get out of there in one piece. I talked to my friend who’s the manager there a few minutes ago – he called me and wanted to know what we thought of the place. Apparently he caught part of our ‘experience’ on the closed circuit video that plays at the front desk and in the office. I was a little embarrassed by that, but I got over it quickly. He told me that sometimes women are also in there – the dominatrixes come there to practice their skills on the men who are willing to be their subjects.” “Wow, that’s interesting. Can you imagine being in some of those positions that we were in last night with a woman at the other end of, say, a whip? Sure hope they aren’t man haters!” “So, what do you think, do you want to go back again some time?” David asked.

The Smell of Leather by John Simpson 24 “I think so, but not until my ass gets over last night,” I said with a laugh. “Maybe next time we can ask Alex and John to go with us. They’re into the whole scene. What do you think?” “I have no problem with that as long as they both can keep their mouths shut. I don’t want our personal business all over the Hamptons because they like to gossip,” I replied. “No problem there, Alex is a banker, and John works on Wall Street, and neither of them would want any knowledge of their sexual tastes out on the street either.” “Okay, fine, you can ask them if they want to join us. I’m just going to lay around here today, go swimming in the pool, not in salt water, and relax and let my body heal up. Give me a call later today, will ya?” “Sure thing, Sean, talk to you then, stay happy!” It was another beautiful day and I went up to my room and changed into boxer swim trunks that hid all the tell-tale signs of the night before. I went down onto the patio level and eased into the pool and just stood in the water, enjoying the feeling that enveloped my body like a cool glove. It had been the most bizarre situation I had ever gotten myself into last night and I was still mentally processing the experience. My initial conclusion was that I liked it but that it was not something I wanted all the time. I wanted ordinary sex for the most part and S&M sex only occasionally to spice things up when life got dull. It might be interesting to have a boyfriend like David who was into S&M to keep things going without necessarily needing to go to the Warehouse to indulge my kinky side. I would bring up the subject when David called later today. Who knows, maybe it would make our love grow even deeper.

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