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 her...
The young man on doctor Keith's table today was a football player from Fairford college. A blonde haired, blue eyed stud, with the body of a God. At this point in time, the young man was tied down, and gagged. He was looking up at Dr Keith with glassy eyes, desperate for release. The doctor had cruelly, left the stud for half an hour, tied on top of the tabl...
I stare at the flyer on the wall of the coffee shop. I have the summer off for the first time in several years. I still have a youngish looking face, despite being almost 35. My body isn't bad either and I need something to do, and making extra money isn't a bad idea either. I sent the email off with a body picture of myself as instructed, and I soon recei...
Emile had just been renewed, and he was back outside a gay bar on Bourbon Street at 2 A.M. during Mardi Gras, not a bit out of place draped in his black silk cape, watching the entrance to the bar. He only had four days to pull this plan off. But if he did, he would be solving two problems. He was on entirely new territory, however; he had never tried anythi...
This story continues right from Part 1. You don't really need to read it, but it wouldn't hurt. ___________________________ As I'm ferociously tugging at my cock, I suddenly hear his voice in my head, "only I tell you when you get to cum". I drop my cock, it stands straight up, leaking a small drop of precum, begging to be touched, begging to cum again....
Taylor stepped into the apartment. Anticipation hurried his movements as he kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his jacket, then he paused and forced himself to take the time to put them in their proper place. He ran fingers through his blond hair, contemplating whether or not he had enough time to take a shower before Drey showed up. The thought of the...
I get up and walk towards the door, he follows quickly with his leather gloves resting on my hips. "Okay boy. Let's change. I don't want to get the leather covered in cooking stuff. Put on one of your T-shirts' and jeans. Meet me in the kitchen." He leaves the room and I quickly change into the clothes I bought. I put the leather clothes on the table nea...
Chapter 7 - "This is how it feels to be fucked by a real man!" I hung suspended in the sling, spread-eagle with my privates displayed like a two dollar whore. He had restrained my hands above my head, denying me any modesty or protection. My legs were spread wide and hoisted into stirrups, laying bare my ass cheeks which now were smeared with lube. My ass-...
Dale Vaden stepped out the front door, onto the porch. The overhanging roof shaded him from the gentle rays of the afternoon sun. It was a beautiful, spring day. The temperatures had been hovering in the mid-sixties for the past week. He stretched his back, groaning as his spine popped and realigned. Clearing a house of 40 years accumulation of living was no...
Sex is a kind of opium for the masses. We are intoxicated yet keenly aware. The solution to every problem is suddenly evident. We blindly leap towards our bliss and our inevitably downfall. "Your ass is so fucking tight." Jim huffed. I replied, "Sorry Sir." Being careful to keep the tone of my voice respectful; without any hint of the apprehension I...