Date: Thu, 9 Sep 1999 15:48:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Leather Master

Disclaimer: If you don't like stories about males having sex with other
males, what the fuck are you doing here???? Go away! But since you're here
- this is probably something you want to read, whether you've got the guts
to admit to yourself or not! So lay back, take out your cock, spit on it
and ENJOY! But remember, this is a story! It isn't real! So the people in
it can do things you shouldn't!!!! If you're going to play - PLAY SAFE! And
don't think you're allowed to sell this for any reason! You can share it,
but not for money because it belongs to me! If you have comments, e-mail me
at: rimpigfl@yahoo.com. But don't bother to flame me - I'll send back an
e-mail with a virus attached that will cause your hardrive to erase itself
and your nuts to fall off!

For those of you who have read my other work (My Dad, the Marine) this is
different. This is a true story about the period in my life when I was
coming out in leather. This story takes place in a local bath house that I
still go to. Maybe I'll see you there sometime!


Leather Master 
by RimPig   1998

I had only just begun to explore, very tentatively, the leather scene. I
began in the baths where I felt very safe. Everybody knew me there. All the
staff were my friends and I knew if I got myself into something I couldn't
handle, all I had to do was yell out "Help!" and someone would come -
quickly!

So there I was as usual, in the baths on a Saturday night. I wasn't looking
to get into a leather scene, particularly. I was just looking for as much
sex as I could get. That is, until HE walked in.

HE was dressed (or semi-dressed) in black leather boots, black leather
jeans, a black leather "Sam Brown" belt over one shoulder, a black leather
armband on the left arm and a black leather officer's hat.  The rest of his
torso was bare, except for some well placed tattoos on his upper arms and
chest. His blue eyes pierced out, almost hidden beneath the brim of his
hat, at anyone within his field of vision. His hair was blond and cut very
short from what could be seen under his hat.

When I saw him, my heart almost stopped. Standing over six feet, he was a
towering Leather God and Major Masturbation Fantasy! A blond, Teutonic
master who would give me the workout I dreamed about. But as he walked the
halls of the baths, he seemed to barely notice me, lying on my bed on my
stomach (as usual), almost staring holes through him each time he passed.

I knew I had to do something! I had to have this man at all costs! I would
do ANYTHING! But what could I do?

After about an hour, I noticed that he continued to walk the halls but
wasn't going into anyone's room. I decided to follow him and see what was
up. He walked down one hall and stopped at a door, which he opened with a
key. He went inside for a couple of seconds and returned with a lit
cigarette. "So! That's his room!" I noted the number and passed on by
him. I now had an idea of what to do!

I went to the front desk and asked one of my friends who was working that
night to give me a piece of paper, a pen and a piece of tape. With these I
wrote the following note:

Sir!  Although completely unworthy to do so, I would give anything, do
anything, to be allowed to worship your body and fulfill any desire that
would "cum" to your mind.

I then signed this note with my room number and taped it to his door. I
then went back to my room and lay down with the door open to see what would
happen.

It took a while for him to return to his room, but he evidently saw the
note because he came and stood outside the door of my room with the note
clutched in his hand. His back to the wall, at somewhat a "parade rest"
position, he stared straight ahead - never looking directly at me lying on
the bed staring at him. He stood there for over 30 very long minutes -
never moving, never looking at me.

I was going crazy! Would he come in or not? I was almost climbing the
walls, hoping against hope, that this Leather God would have mercy on me
and take me to the heaven (or hell) I was dreaming about.

Finally, without warning, he walked (almost strutted) into my
room. Crossing his arms across his chest, he looked down at me and spoke in
a deep, quiet voice, "So, pig, what do you want?"

It took me a moment to reply because I found my mouth and throat would no
longer work.  Finally, I squeaked out, "Whatever pleases you, Sir!"

He looked down at me and growled, "What pleases me is to have my slaves on
their knees! Get your ass off that bed and assume the position, pig!"

I quickly got off the bed and onto my knees with my head down and my hands
held behind my back. He moved forward, and placing his hand behind my head,
ground his leather covered crotch into my face. "You want that BAD! Don't
you, pig?" he sneered in his low, quiet voice.

"Oh, yes, Sir! I want it VERY bad, Sir!" I begged while beginning to lick
his leather covered cock. He ground his leather into my face for a few more
seconds and then forcefully pushed me away, knocking me onto my back on the
floor.

He looked down at my helpless position and said, "Well, maybe I'll let you
have it, after you clean my boots! Get your tongue busy, pig!"

I quickly got back on my knees and bowed over his glorious, black knee-high
boots. I licked them all over, including the soles, until they fairly
glistened with my spit. All the while, he kept talking to me. Telling me
what a worthless piece of shit I was, how I wasn't worthy to lick his boots
and what type of punishment awaited me if I didn't do a good job. I was, of
course, in heaven!

Finally, he said to me, "I bet you would like to lick the sweat out of my
asshole, wouldn't you pig? Are you an asslicking pig? You like to sniff
men's shitholes, pig?"

What could I say? Eating man-ass was about my favorite thing in the whole
world! Especially one filled with sweat and man-musk! I had noticed that HE
had a beautiful one. Firm, round and beefy. Filling his leather jeans
almost to the point where the seams would split.

He slowly turned around, undid his belt and slowly began to slide his
leathers down his sturdy thighs. As the beautiful white moons of his ass
came into view, I almost came. The smell, of a mixture of leather and
heavy, fragrant male musk, hit my senses like a hit of poppers! I began to
lick the cheeks of his ass and shove my nose into the crack of his butt to
get a better smell of his fragrant manhole. He reached behind and shoved my
face into his asscrack saying, "That's it, pig!  Get off on the smell of my
fucking manhole! Now, lick out my crack you fucking asslicker!"

I quickly complied, running my eager tongue through his hairless buttcrack,
tasting the sweat and musk there until I came to his anal pucker. I paid
special attention to his hole by gently and quickly inserting my tongue in
and out of it. He began to moan, "That's it, pig! Suck out my fucking
hole. Shove your shit-eating tongue up there and eat out a man's guts!"

He spread his legs and bent over farther so that I could really get at his
hole. I locked my lips around it and began to suck on his hole, at the same
time sending my tongue up it as far as I could reach. The taste of his ass
was tart and delicious. I feasted at his ass until I felt I would cum at
any moment. I seemed to be having the same effect on him, because he
suddenly stood up, turned around and presented me with one of the longest
and fattest cock's I'd ever seen. It was at least 11 inches and fat as a
baby's arm!

He looked down at me, and order me to open my mouth. When I complied, he
shoved the whole cock into my mouth and down my throat. Now, deep throating
is one thing - but I could barely get my mouth around this cock! When he
shoved it all the way forward, I could no longer breathe and began to
choke, nearly passing out.

"A man's cock is too much for you, huh pig?" he sneered.

This was a challenge! I would take his fucking cock or die trying. And,
frankly, I figured I'd die!  Choked to death on cock, but what a way to go!

Gradually, I became used to it and he began to fuck my face. Now, I don't
mean just move it in and out. I mean FUCK! Really HARD! He battered my face
with his groin on each thrust. At one point I was sure my nose would end up
being broken by his pubic bone. But within a few minutes, I felt him tense
up and heard him start to grunt. Then I was flooded with manjuice. His load
was as big as his cock. I didn't need to bother about swallowing,
though. His cock was buried so far down my throat, it just shot straight
into my guts.

He came for what seemed like minutes - big, heavy pulses of cum, hurtling
down into my guts.

As his orgasm slowed, he finally pulled back some so that I could taste his
salty/sweet load. He continued to pump his cock slowly in and out of my
mouth while I continued to lick around the shaft and the head. His huge
cock began to soften and, suddenly, he placed his hand on the back of my
head and jammed me into his groin with his cock still buried in my mouth. I
then felt something warm and wet begin to spew from his cock. At first, I
thought he was cumming again.  But then I quickly realized it wasn't cum!
It was PISS! This Master of Masters was pissing down my throat! I didn't
know what to do at first. It had been years - ever since military school -
that anyone had pissed in my mouth, but I quickly realized that I had to
swallow or drown! I began to swallow his piss and found the taste to be
salty but not unpleasant. And the warm feeling of his hot piss flowing down
my throat and into my guts, the realization that this was my "god's" piss
that I was drinking, caused my cock to shoot a tremendous load without my
even touching it!  Something that had also not happened in a very long
time.

He saw me shoot off because he started to add to my sexual climax with
verbal abuse. "That's it, pig! Get off on my fucking piss! You asslicking,
piss-drinking scuzzhole! Drink down all my stinking golden piss! Take it
all, pig! There's plenty of it!"

He pissed for what seemed like hours. When his stream finally wound down to
a few dribbles, I continued to suck his pisshole, hoping for more.

"Haven't had enough yet, pig?" he asked. "Well, I've got more for a greedy
little pig!"

With that, he grabbed me and threw me across the bed, face down. Now
through this whole scene, I had been naked. He now proceeded to take his
bare hand to my bare butt. He spanked me, HARD! His strong arm rained down
blows on my ass the likes of which I'd never felt before.  In a very short
time, my ass was glowing almost cherry red and there were tears streaming
down my face from the brutal spanking. But, through it all, I never cried
out - never begged for mercy.  Finally, he stopped and then spit on both
cheeks of my ass and began to coat them with his spit.  The air quickly
cooled the spit and my ass cheeks. But I knew I would continue to feel that
spanking until at least through the next day. (And I was right, too! For
the next 2 days I had trouble sitting, but couldn't explain to anyone
why!).

After stroking my warm ass for a few moments, he started running his
fingers down my asscrack until he found my other hungry hole. Now, like I
said, I like sucking ass almost better than anything, and that's true. But
the one thing I do like better is to have my horny ass fucked by a big cock
- and fucked HARD! And I was sure, if there was a man who could fuck me the
way I like it - THIS was the man!

As his fingers found my hole and began to explore inside, I let out a moan
that seemed to cum from the depths of my soul.

"You like that, huh pig? You'd like to have your ass reamed by my big
dick?"

"Oh, yes Sir!" I cried. "Please, Sir, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass hard, Sir!
Shove your big cock up my horny sluthole! My hole needs to be fucked, Sir!

"Put your hands behind your back, pig!" he ordered.

I complied.

He then grabbed my wrists with one hand while he spit on his other hand and
wiped it in the crack of my ass. He spit again and coated his cock with the
spit. He lined up the huge head of his cock with my hole, and, with no
warning, shoved the massive shaft up my ass all at once.

I screamed in pain! I wasn't used to this type of forced entry. It felt
like rape! I was used to being fucked while jacking-off, but with my hands
firmly held behind my back, I couldn't even think about getting to my
dick. He left his cock all the way in my hole for a few minutes, allowing
me to become used to it. Then he began to long-dick me, pulling the cock
out until the head was almost out of my hole, and then shoving it back in
all the way. After a few thrusts, he began to pick up not only speed, but
power. Each thrust was harder than the last. He fucked me so hard, I was
sure I'd have bruises on my ass cheeks from where his hips were pounding
into me on each thrust. (I didn't.)

He reached above us to the wall switch to adjust the room's dimmed lights,
bringing the room into full brightness.  He then told me "Look to your
right, pig! Watch you ass get used by a man!"

I looked where he told me. I had forgotten that two of the room's walls
were covered with mirrors. They allowed me to watch as his cock
relentlessly fucked my hungry hole. He fucked me for at least an hour,
never pausing, never releasing my hands.

Finally, his rhythm became erratic and I knew he was about to flood my guts
with his cum. As his cock began to throb and flood my guts with his hot
load, my own cum spewed from the head of my dick and was quickly followed
by a load of my own piss which followed uncontrollably behind my cum making
a mess of the bed.

We collapsed onto the bed, him on top of me. He kept his cock in my ass and
suddenly, I felt the warm wetness of his hot piss as it poured into my
well-used hole. "Oh God! A piss enema!" I thought. My secret fantasy had
come true! I had always wanted someone to use my ass as his toilet and piss
up my ass, and now I had experienced it.

And, without warning, I suddenly began cumming again! With no more than 2
minutes between cums!

I was left completely exhausted and fulfilled. My Leather Master pulled his
cock from my aching, abused ass and brought it around to my lips. "Clean
your shit off my cock, pig!" I took the cock, smelling of my ass, his cum
and his piss into my mouth and lovingly cleaned it.

After it was clean, the Leather Master put his cock back in his leather
jeans, buttoned his pants and slapped my ass, one more time. "Well, that
ought to hold you for a while, pig!" he said and strutted from my room.

And he was right. It held me for a while. Until the next time I saw him!

Copyright 1998 RimPig