Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2020 07:21:04 +0200 From: Sam Will Subject: Part 4: Becoming Jeff's Leather Slut Not Suitable for under 18's Support Nifty ********************** He turned around and turned back and flung me a pad and pen. "Write a note, in praise of me, then I'll see." I scrambled for the pad and got to work, panting away. ********************** Part 4: Inhaling the Scent I was writing frantically the note in praise of Jeff, he just stared at me with menace in his eyes. To be honest it wasn't stunning prose but a series of meaningless sound bites about how great he was. However, my brain was a wreck and I really wasn't channelling Keats, Shelly or Shakespeare in that moment. As I reached the bottom of the first page Jeff reached down, pulled the pad away, tore out the page, screw it up and threw it away. He then grabbed my head and shoved it straight into his groin, straight into his leather jock pouch, the smell was overwhelming. Now every pro cocksucker knows a core maxim. Every guy tastes and smells different, everyone is unique. Guys know it. Hey, women know it too, they know how their guy smells. Maybe they won't admit they'd like it a little funkier down there though. It's that smell that drives so many of us, it's new, it's exciting, it's how we identify. A few years later somehow my brain can put into my nostrils Jeff's scent. Hey, the fucker knows it too. But that first crazy moment, when your storing that information is amazing. How much is musk? Is this an intense BO guy? How much piss can you smell. Every little factor is important. Jeff held my head and smeared it around the pouch of his leather jock. Marking me. Like an animal. "Don't think you're seeing any cock yet boy, you've got to prove yourself truly worthy of me". I was snuffling a bit, that natural piggy instinct even caused me to let out a quiet oink that Jeff picked up on. He pulled my head out from his groin. "Did you just oink boy?" I mean, I could have tried to deny it, I could have brushed it off, but my pale skin, burning red just was such a dead giveaway and I nodded. Jeff let out a noise, half "yyyyeeeessss" and half "rrrroooaaarrr" on seeing my nod. "I fucking knew you were nasty, you filthy pig!!" He now spat directly into my face and with his leather gloved hand smeared it all around my face. His face turned to a huge smile and he squatted down, face to face with me. His voice changed back to normal, not the dominant one he'd been using "Sam, bro, I've had loads of freaks in my life, lots of filthy fucks, I've never had one that oinked by himself with no instruction from me. Seriously, I'm going to fucking degrade you boy" he ruffled my shaggy red hair again and this time he kissed me. Now as I said before I'd made out with girls, nice, soft, delicious sessions but Jeff kissing me was totally different. It was aggressive, he practically licked my mouth open, shoved his tongue in deep, explored me. He took my leather jock pouch and kneaded it like pizza dough. When he eventually pushed me back he wiped spit from his mouth with the back of his right, gloved hand. "Seriously Sam, you taste delicious". "Better than you thought I'd taste?" I asked with a cheeky wink secretly hoping he'd admit some type of nasty crush but as ever he was too smart. "Don't try your nasty flirty style slut" he said smacking my face "accept that you taste delicious" My head bowed, right cheek stinging a little from the slap "yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir, I'm a naughty fucking piggy". "That you are" and he stood, ramming my head into his groin again. "Get your tongue out and make it shine boy".