Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2020 15:47:17 +0100
From: The Boy <hbp@gmx.co.uk>
Subject: A Tale of Two Masters - Vol 1

The smell of leather was intoxicating. It always was. The shammy raw
texture was pushing into the pores of the boy's skin and his breath
whistled through the damp nose holes in the hood. His neck felt heavy, the
solid metal collar had long ago become warm against his skin, but the
weight never left. He breathed deeply, feeling the pull of the leather
across his chest as he focused to hear any noise outside of the hood. He
couldn't see them, but he knew that they could be there, watching to see if
he tried to move to a more comfortable position from the kneeling stance he
had been instructed to hold some time earlier. He wasn't sure how long he
had been kneeling there for. Long enough for his knee caps to ache against
the floor, his shoulders to feel stiff and to have concluded that the
subtle adjustments he made were not enough to alleviate the pressure and
the slowly building cramp in his muscles. He could of course flex his arms
or roll onto his heels, that would help a little, but if they saw him move,
then the relief would be short; experience had taught him that already. So
he suffered and shuffled, as had become his lot in life.

A warm hand on the shoulder extended his mental presence outside of his own
body. He tilted slightly so as to push into the warmth of the Master and
sighed a little. His Master's were solid and strong men. Not ideal when he
wanted to negotiate with them, or try and change something, but they were
reliable and constant. The hand moved over the laces at the back of his
head and was joined by another hand. The Master pulled the boy's head
forwards so that his nose was pushed into the crotch in front of him. The
boy inhaled, getting another hit of leather and then something warming and
addicting. The scent of his leather clad Sir honed his mind into the
present and stopped it wandering the lucid hallucinations of sub space. A
gloved finger probed at the boys mouth and he obediently opened and lapped
and the invading finger. The creak of leather and the sound of a zip gave
the warning of the fly being opened. The finger was removed and his
Master's cock was guided into the boys mouth. The cock was semi hard, so he
focused his attention on getting it fully erect, lapping at the spots which
this Sir liked most.

A creak of the floor showed that the Master was not alone, and soon the boy
was pulled off his Master and pushed onto the waiting cock of his other
Sir. The boy, steadying himself from this new invasion, clasped his Sir's
lower leg, feeling the muscles move as he trust the cock into his
mouth. This Sir preferred a rougher treatment so the boy relaxed to let the
cock get forced down his throat. He adjusted his breathing to accommodate
the cock. He felt that he was getting into the rhythm, and then just a
moment longer and his head was pulled away, mouth open and pushed again
onto the Master. Again the boy concentrated on running his tongue over the
taught smooth head, tasting the precome which spilled out.

As his Master got closer, he'd pull the boy in closer and deeper, allowing
for long licks of his shaft. The boy, enclosed in leather, lived the
experience through his senses. He could feel the cock in his mouth and in
his throat. He was aware of the faint scent of his Master and the taste of
the precome. His focus was purely on this task, before it got pulled away
and his attention brought back on to the Sir to the side of him. Again,
more powerful long strokes of this cock, that was forced into his
throat. He's learned to suppress the reflex, but the pressure of taking two
cocks fatigued the resistance and he had to throw more of his attention
onto accepting the cock and submitting to the assault. He was pulled in
deep and held there, the boys hands tense on his Sir's legs, fighting the
urge to push away for air. The Sir pulled out a bit and then back down
again. He gave a verbal groan of pleasure. The boy relied on these, knowing
that he was getting his Sir's in the right direction was the only way he
would be getting out of this situation. His Sir was close, so he pulled all
the way out, commanding the boy to keep his mouth open whilst his Sir
pumped at his cock, stopping to thrust it into his mouth for a few strokes
and then out again to return to beating his cock himself.

Then there was the pause. Movement stopped and sound was silenced as his
Sir rode the wave of orgasm. The wave crashed and the Sir pushed his
pulsing cock into the boy's mouth. Pushing cum down his throat only to then
gently pull out so that the boy could taste some of the effort of his
work. The boy licked the cock, now oversensitive, his Sir laughed and
pulled the cock away from his boy. The boy licked his lips, feeling the
rough thread in the leather before being pulled back to his Master. The
Sir's leg that the boy was supporting himself on moved as the Sir twisted
to make out with the Master. The Master enjoyed the tonguing the boy was
giving his erection and but was focused on making out with his partner. The
boy's head was pushed sideways a little as the Sir moved closer to the
Master, but still the boy worked on his Master's cock. Humming gently, the
extra vibration tipped his Master over the edge, and he too surfed on his
wave of orgasm, allowing the boy to taste it all.

"Don't swallow" The Master said.

And the boy was left again in silence. Till his Master's decide what to use
him for next.



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