Date: Thu, 15 Oct 2020 07:04:49 +0200 From: Sam Will Subject: Part 14: Becoming Jeff's Leather Slut Not suitable for under 18's Donate to Nifty ********************** That's right man. Oi Sam, I'm away `till Friday. You're staying the weekend at Harry's or at least that's what you'll tell your parents. Be here at 6pm Friday. Now fuck off, game to watch here" ********************** Part 14: Sling Once again Jeff (and in this case Jay), had used me, fucked my brain, kicked me out and told me I wouldn't see him for a few days. It really wasn't helping my brain. As I arrived home I bumped into my sister she smiled "everyone's out and if you want my advice loose the cap". Shit, I'd come all the way home with my leather cap on back to front, fuck. No wonder I got a wink from a guy on the bus. She rubbed my right arm "I don't care what you do, just tell me you're being sensible and smart". That probably meant safe sex with a loving guy not bare back kinky sex with more than one guy. I nodded "I'm not doing anything stupid" She grinned "Sam I know you, whatever you're up to will be INSANE. You're just like that. Just look after yourself. Now, wash that face". The rest of the evening went past relatively normally. Chili, corn bread. Me outlining to my dad that his team would be much better deploying a running game against the team they were playing at the weekend. I went off to bed, slid the bolt across and looked up "sling" - no help, "sling, club" - fuck. `Sling in xxxxx is the leading BDSM and live sex club in the region. If you can imagine it; over four floors it's probably going on. From a bar and dance floor to dark rooms to Glory Holes to three rooms equipped with slings we have it' On Fridays it opened at 9pm and stayed open `Till Sunday at 11pm. It didn't seem to close. Strict dress code: leather, rubber, sports gear. I nearly messaged Jeff to say I couldn't go but I was also intrigued by the idea. I stayed focused all week. Made my excuses for the weekend to my parents. Harry's family were devout Baptist's which was just about acceptable to my Presbyterian mother. They also didn't have a phone which I'd told Jeff once and so made them a great candidate for a sham sleepover. As I arrived at Jeff's on Friday I was strangely buzzing with excitement rather than nerves. There was the ritual of dressing in the hallway in my bag was my cap which I put on. Jeff was in the kitchen rather than the living room. He poured me an iced water "staying hydrated is important; by the way you wore your cap home, were you spotted?" I told him all about the older guy who winked at me on the bus. "Did you wink back? Give him a cheeky smile? Pout your lips?" I shook my head not realising I'd somehow done something wrong. "Well in future if you get attention react to it, be the slut you are. Which brings me to tonight's fun. You'll get attention, you're allowed to do whatever you want, if you really don't want to a simple `no thank you' is all that's needed" Jeff leaned down, pulled up a training bag "keep you boots on, but put the top and bottoms on in the bag over your gear, got it?" I nodded, opening the bag. It contained a black, wet look, Adidas suit. It was a slightly larger size than I took but the point was to cover up my leathers. Once on I checked myself in the hallway mirror "damn, nasty" is all I said. Loud enough that Jeff could here and come and examine me. "You're on the road boy. Tonight's going to sink you so much" he said with a huge grin. At 8.45pm after loads of water, loads of needing the bathroom there was a car horn. "Cabs here boy, driver is called Jamie, he's totally cool" The drive took about 50mins. There was plenty of small talk in the cab on no particular subjects "enjoy your time guys" Jamie said as he dropped us at the club. It was out of town on an old industrial estate. "It's the best place for these clubs, out of the way. Means we get greater freedom said Jeff leading me in. He seemed to know doormen, guys in the clock room pretty well. I was introduced, winked at. One of the doorman even uttered "Sam you've got a living legend there" making me blush. Now in just my leathers Jeff looked me up and down "where first? The bar maybe, start easy" he grinned. "You'll get touched remember. If you're not interested just be polite and same goes for you feel free to touch, just remember if you're rejected it's cool" I nodded and followed him into a bar. It was early still and pretty quiet "don't worry it'll warm up boy". At the bar I was introduced to Will, one of the barman "stick to vodka and water, especially a guy like you" was his recommendation. I was a little puzzled by `A guy like me' but then I got the idea swiftly. My left ass cheek was being felt, kneaded. The guy doing it was 6'5"+. He was large, had a grey goatee beard and was dressed in a classic leather look. "This your new boy Jeff?" He asked as if I wasn't there. Jeff replied that I was "well I heard you'd picked up some prime meat, I just didn't realise how prime. The guy was now probing my hole. Making me groan a little. I was trying to stay cool. He told Jeff that maybe he'd see us later before he leaned in and kissed me, passionately. He tasted of cigars. "Tasty boy" He walked off and Jeff chuckled "well you just met Uri, it's a right of passage in here. So is him fucking you to be honest" I gulped looking at him. Not quite sure how I felt about the idea he'd fuck me. Jeff looked on, seeing my reluctance. He leaned into my ear and whispered "you're hear to learn, loose that bitchy attitude". It was a warning, a warning that I needed to stop being what ever it was I was being. Will the barman looked over at me "I reckon you've got two options Jeff. Glory Holes or in Mask. He needs to loose himself properly. Totally become an object. I was getting the feeling that I was being talked over, opinions ignored, if I had any. Shit this decent was fast. "Glory Holes Will, he fancies himself so he'll get competitive with his fellow subs. See you later." Jeff led me off to side. To a series of boxes. ******************* Cheers for your feedback, if you've enjoyed email me: Sam.willswill@mail.com