1. Living for Master


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Gay Male, Author: nunmoreblack, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Living for Master Part 1 I was a green cocky k**, 18 and legal. I had no idea what I was doing really but knew i liked cock in my ass and via someone I had met in a cottage was invited to my first…and last sex party. I was so out of my depth but was having a great time. There were all manner of fetishist there. My eyes were opened and I liked what I saw. The leather men, all in tight shiny leather, shades and usually with a leatherboy at their boots; mistresses with slaves, male and female, often in the shiniest of rubber of all colours and designs. Some were goths, some were naked and many were in various outfits of a bizarre nature that seemed only suitable for one thing, sexual gratification! All the details are somewhat vague now, but I still get flashbacks to that night when I ceased to exist as the recently out of school teen and became a man and then a slave all in the space of a few days. I was getting my fill of servicing cocks and was getting fucked too. It was an orgy of the highest class. There seemed to be some decorum and class to the proceedings and I just sort of tagged along and got what I could. The guy I went with disappeared into a rubber lined room soon after we arrived. I never did see him again. I was flying on the energy in the place, sex was happening all around me and I was getting my fair share of some vanilla action. I remember I was sat in a corner having a drink. Crouched down with my eyes closed taking in all the sounds, the breathing, the ...
    chatter, the muffled heavy beat of music somewhere, screams of pleasure, screams of pain…screams of fear. I stood up and opened my eyes and was face to face with a guy in total leather. From his cap to his shades he screamed Leather Master. I couldn't see his eyes, but knew he was starring me out; and he did. I looked down at his chest to avoid the shaded glare of his eyes. He, perfectly leather clad, me so inadequate in my wranglers, cowboy boots, t-shirt and baseball cap. He grabbed my neck with his gloved hand and firmly pushed it into his jacket making me breath the leather he wore as a second skin. Intoxicated I submitted to his grasp. I had no idea who or what this person was, but I knew that I had no power to resist his wishes. He lifted my head and again I could feel his eyes behind his shades boring into me like a laser. He kissed me full on the lips and buried his tongue deep into my young mouth, exploring every crevice. Forcing me to my knees he pushed my head to his leather-clad crotch and I began to devour that shiny bulge. No part of it was left un-worshipped by my hungry mouth. My attempt to release his cock resulted in a slap on the back of my head. I so wanted to feel his meat in my throat and when it was denied I became aware of my own cock straining against my jockstrap and jeans. His first and only word came, 'Boots'. I moved my attention immediately to the top of the shafts which were mid thigh height Left, right, right, left, I worked those boots, working my ...
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