flying with an Airman

With the event seeming to be winding down after the host handed out a pile of door prizes I decided to head to the patio for a bit of fresh air before getting the final drink for the night. I had dressed in an orange Search and Rescue flight suit with a leather aviator jacket. I knew that it got a lot of looks but no serious offers. I decided to grab a drink before heading home. The bar's serving area was busy but that never bothered me. Behind me, I hear a voice say, “So did you cause much chaos tonight General?” I turned and saw someone dressed in a green flight suit with a sage green jacket over it. His wedge, which looked like it was made of leather, was positioned in the American style. He could have been an extra for the movie “Top Gun” except for the fact that the flight suit was unzipped to his navel.

As the bartender asked for my order I added, “I’ll pay for whatever Top Gun here is having.” our orders were quickly taken care of and I headed back out to the patio to grab a seat. I was quickly followed.

As he sat next to me, he introduced himself, “I’m Drake, Thanks for the drink.” I nodded and wondered if I might be interested in getting fucked. “Search and Rescue orange, have you rescued anyone tonight?”

I grabbed his thigh, then ran my hand up towards his crotch and asked, “Do you want to be rescued?” He paused before nodding. I placed my drink on the table before I leaned over wrapping my left arm around his neck so I could pinch his nose and locked my lips over his mouth. It was not mouth-to-mouth but more of a long and deeply passionate kiss. With my other hand, I gave his left nipple a squeeze before I worked my way down under the flight suit to his crotch. His cock and balls were in a jock which I slowly massaged till he was getting hard. As I finished the kiss, I left my right hand over his cock and asked, “Like my version of mouth to mouth?”

Before he replied, he yanked my flight suit zipper down, reached in and gave my cock a squeeze, and found seven inches of hardening cock hidden inside. ”Yes Sir. I do.” he left his hand in place giving me the occasional squeeze as we finished our drinks. With both of us zipping up to looking presentable to the public I invited him home. As we headed out, I was able to press him against a wall for another long kiss which allowed me to run my hand down his back and grab his ass and bring a knee into his crotch. He was wearing a special flight suit that allowed access to his ass. I could fuck him while he was wearing the flight suit.

The cab ride was uneventful except for his hand in my crotch as if to make sure I did not disappear. Once in my apartment I offer him a drink and found him on my bed without his jacket or his boots but with the wedge still in place and the sunglasses back on. I guess he wanted me for him to strip out of the flight suit but I had other ideas. I hung up my jacket and noticed that his flight suit had Captain's bars sewn onto his shoulders.

As he finished his shot, I gathered his glass and slowly pulled the zip fully down on his flight suit before straddling his chest I was also able to clasp his hands over his head just to show who was in charge and knocking his wedge off in the process. I wanted to get him as hard as I could before I would let him cum.

After a long deep kiss, I worked my way down his chest giving both his nipples a working over sucking and biting them which caused him to groan in pleasure. His moaning intensified as I savaged his pecs by biting harder. I knew that I had found this Airman’s weak point. I wondered how he would feel if I also gave his cock the same treatment. I did not get a chance to do that.

He suddenly bucked his hips tossing me off of him with him and I found him on top of me. He quickly unzipped my flight suit and dove straight onto my hard cock. I was surprised that he did not swallow me whole but spent his attention on the head of my cock. He had also positioned himself so that I could access the zips and buttons hiding his ass. The few buttons holding the back flap were easy to undo revealing a beautiful ass ripe for a fuck. The perfect 69 position.

As he worked on getting me fully hard, I gave his sweet ass a true tongue lashing diving deep along his ass crack and into his hole. The deeper I drove my tongue into his hole the stronger I felt his tongue over the shaft of my cock and then my balls. I think he knew that I was getting close when he stopped with one final lick and said, “I want you to fuck me, Sir”

After he rolled off me, I was able to grab a towel, lube, and a condom from my nightstand before I ordered, “Assume the position for close formation flying Airman.” As he positioned himself so that he could watch me fuck him in the closet mirror on all fours with his legs being far enough apart to show off his tight ass I slipped the condom on. I gave his ass another quick lick before I slid a couple of lubed fingers into his hole to get him ready for my hard missile. The deeper I probed the louder his moans became.

With him primed for take-off, I positioned myself, ready to impale his hole. As the head entered I grabbed his shoulders and pulled back, forcing him partially upright and fully onto my cock. He let out a gasp in the suddenness of my first thrust. As I let him fall back down on all fours I gave his hole time to adjust to the girth of my seven inches.

His hole was tight, perfect for close formation flying. Grabbing his thighs, I started with a slow easy fuck leaving just the head inside his rosebud and ending balls deep. I was massaging his insides rubbing his prostate with each stroke. He raised his ass a little as he dropped his head onto a pillow allowing me to increase my pace and give his ass a real pounding.

I could feel him flexing his ass muscles bringing me close and with a final thrust, I grabbed his shoulders, pulling even closer, and blew my load deep in his hole. As I recovered my breath, he had gathered the lube and the towel under himself and was still slowly riding my cock. “Keep fucking me Sir, make me cum.”

I slowly raised him up so that he was resting on my thighs and I could still thrust into his hole. As he jerked his rock-hard cock, I was able to reach inside his flight suit and slowly play with his nipples. That set him off and he let his load fly over the towel with a very loud moan. As he cleaned his weapon, I made sure that his bomb bay was clean and secured.

I offered him another drink as a parting gift with my phone number. I certainly would want to fly with this wingman again. As he left he remarked, “That sure is a weapon of ass destruction General. I’ll keep in touch, I do have to ensure that I log a certain number of flying hours to keep my wings.”

He does indeed.

play

The Boy had told me that I needed to expand my comfort zone as his Sir and suggested a play party would be the perfect thing to do that. He even bought us tickets for the next one coming up. I knew that the Boy would be in his standard leather gear of chaps, jock, complex harness, and combat boots so I chose similarly with my chaps, jock with the removable pouch, and my biker jacket. Since the Boy was always turned on by tall boots I choose my engineer boots to complete the look. I also would pack a few toys in a backpack that I could check at the door.

That day of the event I took extra care to look the best. The leathers were all cleaned and polished including giving the boots an extra layer of grease to make them shine. I thought about adding a harness but with the jacket, I decided that going bare-chested would be best. As I geared up, I thought about the best way to get to the event and finally decided that a cab would be the best. In the backpack went a small flogger and paddle, a pair of police gloves, and my Muir cap. Into the jacket's inner pocket went the condoms, lube, and a pair of handcuffs just in case.

For the cab ride, I decided that my black tear-away rain pants would be best, I didn’t think the driver would like a bare ass on the back seat. With a few blocks to go, I suddenly got a text. It was from the Boy.

<Sir, I must apologize but something has come up and I will not be able to join you>. Attached to the message was my ticket. The Boy would not have canceled without a very good reason. He wanted to go to this more than I did.

<Understood Boy, Take care of yourself. I will miss the opportunity to fill with that sweet ass of yours> I replied

<Have fun Sir but not too much fun, I still want your load> the response came a minute later.

The play party location was not exactly a bar, more of an event space that you could rent out. They had divided it into three levels. The first had a stage and the dance floor, the second was where the bar was, the third was contained private playrooms, washrooms, and a gallery overlooking the dance floor.

I found Al a mutual friend working the door. “Where’s the Boy. I thought he was coming to this as well?” All I could do was shake my head briefly before he pointed to a spot I could gear up so he could help the next ticket holder.

Once out of the rain pants, I secured the flogger and paddle to my left side, slipped on the gloves and Muir cap before shoving the rain pants into the backpack. As I check the bag I told Al that the Boy had canceled at the last minute. He shook his head and replied, “Well try to have some fun, I think you need it.

I went to the bar and grabbed a cider before heading up to the gallery. From there I could see that the place was still filling up with most that most of the crowd being either on the dance floor or chatting with friends on this level. They had set up two portable slings up here though neither were occupied at the moment.

In a way, with the Boy not here I could scout around and maybe score some action but no one at the moment caught my interest. With a sigh, I decided that I might as well hit the dance floor for a while and wait to see who might show up.

The play party had hired a very good DJ for the event with most of the songs having some form of sexual hint in it He even played my Boys favorite S & M. With that I exited the dance floor and headed back to the gallery to finish off my cider and cool off a bit.

Upon the gallery, I found myself a quieter spot and considered the idea of a second cider while scanning the crowd. For all the leather and rubber and naked flesh, I saw nothing to really cause my cock to stir in its pouch. I was about to call it an event when Al wandered over to chat. “Any luck?“ He asked. I shook my head. “Well, you once told me that you would love to fuck a skinhead in gear and one just walked in. You can’t miss him.” with that he headed back to the coat check and disappeared in the crowd.

Sure enough I could not miss the sage green flack jacket, faded jeans, combat boots, and a full leather hood in the sudden break in the sea of black and flesh below me. The full leather hood was an interesting addition to the standard skinhead gear and the jeans seemed a bit looser than I expected around his ass but certainly a very hot look. It seemed like he was scanning the crowd as if he was looking for someone. I lost sight of him as he wandered toward the bar. I guess that he already had plans with someone else. As I slowly finished my cider I listened to the next couple of songs and thought about whether I should stick around have another drink or just head home.

I quickly checked my phone for the time and decided that I had time for another. Slotting the phone, I turn to head for the bar and saw the skinhead heading up the stairs. It appeared that he had a dink in each hand. I guess he found his friend. Before I had a chance to move, he stopped right next to me and offered me the tall can that he was carrying and remarked, “Sir.”

I decided to accept his offer and realized that it was the same type of cider that I had been drinking. I had to ask, ‘Did Ian send you up here to cheer me up?” he immediately shook his head before taking another large sip of the other drink he had been carrying. I could now tell that he was a little shorter than I was and though not ripped from too much gym time he had a normal build which meant he spent a lot of his work time on a computer. With the jacket open, I could see a bare chest and a black lock resting on his sternum. The collar of the jacket obscured what it was locked to. Probably a chain-link bought at some hardware store. In some ways, he reminded me of my Boy which caused my cock to stir for the first time but with the full hood in place, I could just see his eyes and well-proportioned lips. As much as I was checking him out he must have been doing the same to me. After taking a drink of the cider I ask, “Like what you see?”

He paused to finish his drink before nodding and reached out to squeeze the pouch of my jock. That gave my cock another reason to harden in the confines of the leather pouch. I saw that he was grinning before he licked his lips. He placed the empty glass on a nearby table before dropping to his knees in front of me and looked up as if to ask permission for a closer inspection. I gave him a slightly evil smile and nodded.

He immediately pressed his face into my crotch and inhaled deeply taking in the scent of the leather and my sweat from the pouch before starting to lick the entire outer surface of the pouch. The sensation of his tongue on the pouch was fantastic and I pressed my crotch harder into his face causing him to moan softly since he could feel my rapidly hardening cock. He paused his tonguing and look up again seeking permission to go to the next level. I quickly nodded and he reached up to undo the snaps holding the pouch in place. His final tug at the snaps was stronger than he had wanted and the pouch landed on the floor just past my boots' heels. As he bent over to retrieve the pouch I watched the jacket rise up his back to show his ass. I saw that the inseam of the jeans had been completely undone giving complete access to his sweet-looking ass and explaining why they had looked loose on him. I also noticed a hanky in his right pocket but in the dim light I could not tell its color and that he was holding the jean up with a pair of suspenders.

With the pouch in hand, he drew it to his face to inhale the scents from the inner surface, found a spot of precum which he lapped up before handing the pouch to me. As I stowed the pouch in the inner pocket of my jacket I could feel his tongue on my balls. From its base to the head my cock was being coated in a layer of his spit in slow, loving laps of his tongue making me nearly rock hard. With the shaft coated he took the head into his mouth and started sucking my dick and using his tongue on the shaft within his mouth.

I was surprised that he did not impale himself on my dick by swallowing it whole till he gagged but, he was concentrating on the most sensitive area of my dick. I was getting a full cock worshipping secession by this Boy. He may have sensed that he was getting me close to cumming that he let my cock slip from his lips and looked up at me and licked his lips. I reached down to caressed his jawline with my gloved hand and brushed my thumb across his lips. With a gentle gesture, I brought him to his feet.

Grabbing his jacket I quickly pulled him closer and forced my tongue between his lips. As the kiss deepened I wrapped my arms around him into a strong bear hug pressing our bodies together and felt my hard dick rubbing against the denim covering his crotch which was already bulging with his hard dick. I knew what I wanted next. I had tasted his lips and I wanted to give his ass the same treatment.

We had slowly maneuvered closer to the club's wall as we kissed till we were bumping into a table where I quickly spun him around forced his chest onto the tabletop exposing his ass. I forced his leg apart a bit further opening the denim wider and began to explore his ass crack first with my gloved hand, then with my tongue. The coolness of the leather caused him to shiver slightly and my tongue for him to moan loudly. His crack was hairless by either shaving or by having it waxed regularly but the slight layer of sweat was sweet to the taste as I bathed its length. Every time my tongue passed over his hole he let out a moan of pleasure. He reached back to pull the denim giving me a fuller view of his ass before driving my tongue deep into his hole. I gathered my spit from his wet crack onto a couple of my fingers before I slowly inserted them into his tight hole. The spit and the leather made his hole open up a little. He was ready and willing to be impaled on my dick.

I could have fucked him right there, prone over the table as I rubbed my hard dick along his wet crack but he had other ideas. He pointed to the now-empty sling and understood exactly how he wanted me to fuck him. We quickly walked over to the sling and he slid onto the leather with his leg in the air waiting for me to secure them to fill his ass with my hard cock.

With his legs secure I looked down and in the light with the jacket wide open I saw the chain secured around his neck. I remembered weaving each link of this collar and instantly recognized it. This hot secured and hooded skinhead before me was my Boy and I knew exactly what he wanted from his Sir. This boy was going to get exactly that. I would give his hole a proper raping.

First, he deserved to be teased a bit before I impaled him. With my hard cock rubbing his crack and hole I gave his sensitive nipples some attention, getting them hard by dragging my teeth across them. I started to work my way down his torso with my tongue leaving a shiny trail of spit. When I reached his crotch I used my teeth to open his fly releasing his rock-hard cock.

I started to edge him with slow strokes before swallowing his cock whole. This was driving close to the edge and I knew then that he was ready for a hard pounding. I gave the head of his dick a quick nip before I told him that I was about to give him the fuck of his life.

From the breast pocket, I pulled out several packs of lube and a condom. After slipping the condom on I lubed his hole with a gloved hand and slowly let his hole accept two fingers. He was squirming in the sling in excitement on the thought of what was to come. I aimed my cock right at his hole and slowly pressed the head into his hole. The boy must have been working out since his hole felt tighter in this position. Grabbing the chains holding the sling I drew the boy further onto my cock till my balls were pressing into his ass crack.

He was starting to moan in pleasure as I hit his prostate for the first time and I saw his flex in reaction. I started to withdraw before ramming back into him. I wanted him to feel each hard inch as I rode his ass. With me filling his ass I paused to pinch both nipples before I started the real fuck. The sling made it easy to ensure that he was getting a full-length fuck.

Our scene was causing a bit of an audience. Soon he had two people sucking on his nipples from the sides of the sling as I started to build a rhythm toward blowing my load. It was rough and fast as I tried to have each stroke hit his prostate. I could tell that he was enjoying this as his moaning got louder the harder I pounded his hole.

With a final thrust, I blow my load in his ass. I had to lock my knees so that I could still have him impaled as the waves of a powerful orgasm wash through me. I wanted the boy to still feel that his ass was still filled as I began to jerk his cock which had been leaking the entire time. His climax was load and his load soon coated the leather palm of my glove. I rubbed the gloves together working his cum into the leather. Nothing better than a boy's protein to condition them.

As my softening cock slipped out of his hole I grabbed a wet nap to clean his ass and my cock before releasing his legs from the restraints. I reached down and grabbed the chain collar to force him to his feet for a long deep kiss. As I released him I told him to hit the washroom to clean up as I cleaned the sling completely.

As I waited, I reattached the pouch to my jock and stood next to the sling. When he returned he asked for help removing the mask. Once that was off I kissed him again before we headed to the bar for another drink. I was sure that there was a tale behind all of this subterfuge but that could wait.

On Call

 Sometimes, being on call in the information technology sector is easy. Other times, well I will let you decide.

It was a Saturday night and with my manager also on call, I figured that I could have a night with the boys at a local leather club. I was dressed in my chaps, jock, engineer boots and harness with my biker jacket hanging next to the door ready for me to wear. Then the phone rang and swore as I read the ID, The Boss.

One of the clients outside the city had a problem and they needed it fixed ASAP. It was so important that he was sending a car to pick me up and had assigned a car for me to use once I arrived at the office. The keys and a USB with all the necessary data and updates. As he hung up the cab pulled up in front. With no chance to change, the best option was to grab a black hoodie and throw on a set of yellow wet weather gear. The bib pants covered the leather chaps and boots. The jacket would cover the hoodie and keep me warm and dry.

I quickly grabbed my laptop and the waterproof briefcase I always used for these types of calls and headed for the cab. With the cab heading to the office, I had a chance to call my friends with the news that I would be able to join them. Then I decided to check the weather. It seems that I was dressed right for the storm approaching.

The security desk had an envelope waiting for me. In it was the memory key, the car keys and a fast note. “The unit GPS has the location of the lighthouse, enjoy your stay.” Sometimes I really wish the boss was a bit more informative in his instructions. My transportation was the company’s black Jeep SUV with all the extras so the drive would at least be comfortable. With the phone slotted and the GPS up, I keyed the saved trips list and found my destination, at least an hour’s drive away. One thing I did like was that the car also had voice commands enabled. Time to hit the highway.

Traffic was light making the drive not quite so bad and the express lanes were moving at speed. As I passed the city limits I figured that I should call the office and get more details about the lighthouse. He picked up on the second ring.

I told him my rough location before asking, “Would you like to give me more information on where I am headed, this is my first trip out there.”

“Ah,” there was a brief pause before he continued, “You are heading for a manned lighthouse in the center of a nature conservation area. There is a full-time conservationist who takes care of the lighthouse and the adjoining buildings including the area that houses our equipment for the university research projects. His name is Stewart. You will find him an easygoing guy who does like to keep to himself a bit but if he takes a shine to you he just might offer you a drink.” He paused as I heard his, then my phone beep a notification. “Damm, the whole area has just been placed under a severe storm warning. You might be spending the night there. I'll call him to let him know that you are almost there.”

The conservation area had a highway exit to its own which made things really easy as it started to rain. At this point, it was a matter of following the signs to the entrance and find the lighthouse. I could not miss it with its lights in action, almost beckoning me closer. By the time I reached the parking area next to the lighthouse, the rain was getting very heavy.

In the doorway of the house butting up against the tower portion of the lighthouse was a hooded figure clad in orange wet weather gear, my host. I quickly stowed the phone in one pocket of the rain jacket and the keys and memory stick in another before drawing up my hood and grabbing the laptop case and heading into the rain.

“You must be Stewart,” I said as we shook hands. His face was rather handsome in the partial light, I thought I certainly felt welcome.

“And, you must be Steven. Your boss called to say that you were on your way. Not the best of weather for a night drive out here. Let me show you where they all set up.” I followed him into the house which could have been built in the early part of the 1920s. The main room was almost like a great hall with a high ceiling and a fireplace in the far wall. The white plaster of the walls reflected the light coming from the lite fire and the occasional wall sconce. A spiral staircase leading up to a second-floor gallery. One of the doors lead into the lighthouse tower and the others could have lead to the kitchen or bathroom.

He lead me to a low chaired desk in from of one of the main windows which might have shown the marsh and the lake on a good day. On it, I found a router, a power bar and a small lamp turned on, ready for me to set up my connection to the server. The router had a spare network cable already slotted which was good, I forgot to grab one in the rush to get here.

As I set up, I caught a reflection of Stewart in the window watching me. He had removed the rain jacket and hung it by the door. The orange of the bib pants contrasted against a black T-shirt. He looked in shape with all the walking he must do around the site. His short greying hair reminded me of a friend of mine from the navy. As he headed off into one of the other rooms I slotted the memory stick and started the diagnostic.

I had no idea how long this was going to take but I might as well get more comfortable and took off the rain jacket and slung it over the back of the chair. I kept the hoodie zipped up for the moment, not being sure how Stewart might take to seeing the leather harness. He returned a few minutes later with a pair of coffees. “You look like to need to be JAVA enabled. French roast and a shot of espresso,” He explained as he placed to mug on the desk. “If you need to replace anything, the parts are in the server room through the lighthouse, just yell”. I nodded and returned my attention to the screen.

Sipping his coffee, he wandered into the main area of the room, picking up a tablet and seating himself near the fire. I could tell that he was scoping me out since I was a new face for him. At this point, all I wanted was to get the job done and head back into the city. With luck, I might be able to meet my friends and have a couple of drinks before the last call.

The test finally finished and I saw that it was just one update that had failed to install correctly. The same one that had been giving everybody headaches for months since its release. The problem was that it was not a small update but a major security update. This was going to take a while.

Between the fire and the hot coffee, I had to unzip the hoodie. I just hoped that he did not notice my bare chest of the leather harness. With the software patch running, I had a choice of staring out the window of watching the “Blue Screen of Boredom” grind its way to completion.

The sound of something hitting the house shook me out of my daze and I turned to see Stewart heading for the door and grabbing his jacket. “Better check to see what that was and make sure the backup generator is primed and ready. Just in case.” with that he headed out into the storm and I returned my attention to the update, nearly done, then the reboot.

As he returned I heard the sound of the reboot starting; onto the second phase of boredom. Stewart seemed to be in the process of making a decision when the lights flickered briefly and we both heard the sound of the generator kicking in. “Better call your boss. This just got complicated.”

I had to agree with him, the reboot was only at 5% at this point. Luckily the uninterrupted power supply acted as a buffer for the server but we had no idea how long the power outage would last. I also knew what the boss would say. I was on site till the power was fully restored. I watched as my laptop remade the connection to the server and I decided that I needed a smoke and I could talk to the boss at the same time. I saw that Stewart was grinning a little as I zipped up the jacket and I headed to the car.

In the car, I called the boss and gave him the current situation. Yes, I know the company policy about smoking in their vehicles but I did not care right now. Between drags, I told him what the issue had been and what the current situation was. Just as I expected, I was to remain until the site was back on the grid. I wondered how Stewart would take the news.

As I entered the house I saw that a few things had changed, the lighting was much lower and on the coffee table was a bottle and a couple of glasses. Stewart was also back in full wet weather gear and a black hoodie with a broad grin on his face. “Since you will be spending the night you can do me the favour of giving me a kiss.”

What. I stopped as the mind processed this. He wanted a kiss; alright he certainly was the type I would kiss. It was short without much passion but it was a kiss.

He gave me a look then added, “You call that a kiss. I figured that a leather-clad man like you would know how to give a real kiss.” I guess that he somehow noticed the harness.

With that, I let go of the restraints and gave him the kiss he wanted. I started slow, with no tongue and gathered him into my arms. We slowly turned until his back was to the door and I slowly pressed my body into his against the door. With him pinned and in a tight embrace I forced my tongue into his mouth and ground my hips into his. I finished by starting to nibble on his chin and neck before releasing him.

I stepped back and asked, “Better?'

He grinned before replying, “Much. I hope that the harness is not the only bit of leather you are wearing.” I gave him my best evil grin and reached for the zip of my jacket but he stopped me. “That's my job.” I came close enough to kiss him again and slowly unzip his rain jacket as I did. With a shrug he let it fall to the floor before he unzipped mine and I followed his example. His hoodie was unzipped and I could see t edges of a tight-fitting leather vest under it.

I gave him another long and hot kiss with my hands sliding down into his bib pants to give his ass cheeks a long squeeze. He was wearing chaps as well and I started to think of a way to be rid of all the outer gear. As we separated I nodded toward the sofa by the fireplace and he grinned in reply.

Before he sat down he removed his hoodie and popped the clasps on his pants which would allow me to slowly pull them off him to reveal that he was wearing leather chaps, a jock and tall leather boots. Before he had a chance, I popped my clasps and gave him a bit of a stripper show with several thrusts in his direction. My pants dropped to my knees revealing my leather jock and chaps. They might have gone further but the top on my boots stopped them.

I dropped to my knees and started to chew on his jock. This allowed me to also force the pants over my boots and to slowly remove them, one boot at a time. I was driving him wild by considering his dick my personal chew toy with my teeth just brushing over the head of his cock. With the rain pants removed, I moved up to give his pecs my personal attention.

Between kisses, I licked then nibbled on each of them and I knew that he was close to being rock hard. He finally pushed me away and grabbed the pouch of my jock, gave it a fast squeeze before removing it. He seemed a bit frustrated when one of the snaps resisted his pull but it finally gave way. He took the pouch and inhaled the scent of leather and sweat before tossing it onto the coffee table. “Nice looking hard drive you have techie. Is it plug and play?” I did not have a chance to reply as I felt his tongue on the tip of my cock.

Slowly and almost lovingly he started to lick the length of my semi-hard dick. As I got hard he started to suck the head of my dick and I started to grow weak in the knees but I spread my legs a bit so that he could worship my cock and balls better. When he was satisfied that I was hard he looked up at me and said, “Let’s fuck.”

He stood up and grabbed my hand. He lead me up the spiral staircase into his bedroom. Some of the heat in the room was coming from the unlit fireplace. He pushed the duvet out of the way before he pushed me onto the bed. I was near its center before he climbed on top of me and he positioned himself so that I could either suck him, play with his tender balls or give his ass a tonguing.

I chose to give his ass a long and loving tongue bath. With each flick of my tongue on his rosebud, I heard a slow moan. With each tender bit of his ass cheeks, he sucked stronger and I knew that he could easily get me to blow a load. He had me rock hard and close when he relented and gave his ass crack a quick swipe of my day-old beard.

At some point, while he was sucking me, he found the zip lock pack in one of the chaps pockets which had lube and a condom in it since the next thing I heard was him saying, “Time to get the Groove on”. It took me a second before I realized he was talking about the condom in the pack. I heard him tear the packaging before I felt him slipping the sheath on my dick.

I slipped from under him and started to think about how to mount him first but he had already chosen the position that he wanted for me to fuck him, doggie style. On one of the nightstands was a bottle of lube, a towel and some quick cleaning wipes. Not sure if all of this was for me or for someone else I placed the towel under him and grabbed the lube to lather his rosebud properly.

I positioned myself between his legs and slowly feed his hole my hard cock. Not everyone can deal with my cock for the first time, it's not its length but its girth. He was moaning by the time I was balls deep and slowly pulling out for my second stroke. I was taking things slowly when he said, “Give me that hard drive of yours, I want to feel you update my system.

He wanted it hard, I would give it to him hard slamming back in till I heard my balls slap into his. As my pace quickened, I grabbed the back strap of his chaps and I could feel him pushing back to meet each of my strokes. We both let go and gave in to our primal passions as I pounded his ass full of hard cock. He then started to tighten his ass around my cock and I could feel that I was close.

With a final thrust, I grabbed his hair and blow my load. Even with my weight on him he had arranged the towel and had lubed his cock. Though I had cum, he told me to keep fucking him as he stroked himself toward his load. At one point, my not limp cock slipped out of his ass and I grabbed the cleaning wipes first to clean his ass before he rolled onto his back.

Alright, I am a boy scout but it was far easier than him having to clean his sheets. I am a guest after all. He wanted to kiss and for me to play with his nipples as he worked his hard cock. I could tell that when he came his orgasm was deep and full from his moaning. I helped to clean him up before asking, “Was the update successful?”

I was a while before he spoke but he was fully back in control, “You can update my system like that any time you want, Tech support call or not.” and he gave me a long-smouldering kiss. He showed me where the bathroom was before heading back to the living room.

Refreshed I joined him on the sofa and we cheered each other with a rather fine Scotch. As I watched the flames I heard him remark that this was the best tech support call that he had had in ages. It was certainly the most unexpected but I could arrange it that I was the only one who serviced this site if he wanted it. That night I fell asleep with my arms wrapped around him with us still clad in our leathers in his bed and under the duvet.

Halfway through a leathered breakfast, the light flickered again to signify that the house was back on the grid and my service call had come to an end. We exchanged personal contact information and I dressed for the drive back. Before leaving I gave him a long kiss and invited him to my place the next time he ventured into the city.

On the way back to the office I called in to log the rough time that the service call ended and enquired when the next quarterly update was for the site was. Without thinking, I volunteered to spend the weekend doing the update. I was thinking of several nights in Stewart’s arms and bed with me bringing something. Forget Wine, women and song. I was thinking of wine, one man and sex.

I wonder, does he like scallops?

A New Recruit

 

It all started with a quick email from a friend who I chat with regularly. He said that he had a friend who was looking for the specialized training I provide and he was not talking about my computer consulting. A few days later I get the first email.

His name was Rick Lionheart and in his spare time he liked to spar in his satin boxing kit but he was looking for some military-style training. I explained that I was very selective as to who I train and at the moment I was not currently accepting applicants.

His reply was a series of images. The first was him in silver boxing trunks and black robe both looked like they were made out of satin; the next a sage coloured US flight suit, the final one was him in the flight suit kneeling with the zip down to his navel asking for me to accept him as a new military trainee with the plea that he was “willing to do anything to become Your Recruit”

I spent a few days thinking about his request during which I received more images of him in different PVC sports kit and a shot of him showing off a special feature of the flight suit, an ass flap. I told him that I would need to “Test him” to see if he was suitable material for military training. His response was blunt, give me any test you want, I want your training.

I tailor each candidate's test to there specific needs. In this case, I had to test him at the same time transform him into a military trainee. I needed to see how well he took orders in a stressful situation and in a way change him physically. A standard brush cut might be in the cards but I still hade time to decide. How he handled the shave would tell me if he could become a Recruit. I also find that some see the sudden change in their physical appearance so unnerving that they fail the test. Body hair does grow back after all.

We set a date and time with a warning that he was to be prompt. It started to rain as the time approached and I wondered if it would delay him in any way but he showed up 10 minutes early. Dressed in tight jeans, a t-shirt and a satin jacket with a sports bag in hand I watched him approach the building. I guessed the bag had his sports kit that he would be wearing during his test. With a broad smile and firm handshake, he greeted me. We chatted about the drive over as we walked toward the furnace room entrance. I could feel his gaze on me I don't think he was impressed with the navy sweats that I had on.

I flicked on the lights and warned him of the low ceiling. He laughed as he saw one of the water lines near eye level. In a side room was the workout bench that I use for strength training and I was going to use it as the setting for his test. I figured that the workout bench would set him at ease and would give me a better idea if he had the qualities I wanted in a new trainee.

I told him to change and relax as I grabbed a few bottles of water from my apartment upstairs. I quickly stripped off the sweats and changed into a navy coloured sauna suit that I use to work out in. I also had another change of clothes in the furnace room if the first part of his test went well. I found him on the bench examining the weights on the bar dressed in his boxing trunks and black robe. On a nearby chair was his street clothes neatly folded. On another was the flight suit placed over the back.

He seemed to relax a bit more once he saw how I was dressed for his test. A type of physical trainer. “So what is involved in this test? “ He asked taking a sip of water from the bottle I handed him.

Moving the chair with the flight suit on it so that I was in front of the bench I sat on the edge opened my bottle of water and smiled. “Well, it is partially a mental stress test to see your fight or flight reaction, how you can follow orders and focus your mind in a stressful or restrictive situation. A smaller part is a physical test to test your fitness which we will complete first.” I explained. “For that, I have supports for your wrists and ankles. These are more sturdy than your standard supports. From an army surplus, ammunition canister located at one end of the workout bench I pulled out the restraints all linked together on a carabiner.

Unclipping two, I gave him the pair for his wrists and he gave them a very close look. “Not velcro?” he asked as I removed the arm curl support from the end of the bench.

“No, I don't want them to slip off during your physical test and you getting injured.” It was all very reasonable but they also had another purpose that they would be used for as well. I helped him with the straps on the restraints making sure that they were tight enough that they would not slip off and with a bit of movement for proper blood flow. As he flexed in the wrist restraints, I had him lift each leg so I could attach them to his ankles after removing his shoes.

“Right now let's see your strengths. Let's start with the upper body, then we shall see how your legs are.” I told him as he got comfortable on the reclined bench and positioned himself for the bar with 30 pounds on it.

He lifted it with ease and started to do a set of reps. With two sets of five, he positioned the bar back on the supports and asked, “How was that?” As he did the robe slid open to reveal his chest hair.

“Very impressive,” I replied. “Now let's do the first set on your legs. This has 25 pounds on it.” As he started I could see that he was grabbing the edge of the seat to steady himself. The bench should have had handles below the seat but grabbing the padding worked just as well.

I let him rest and take on some water before we approached the next step, the test of his mind. As he shook out his arms and legs I lite a charcoal brick and added a bit of incense on top. White sage would work to clear the air before I use sandalwood to create a meditative space so that he could release what I knew were repressed desires.


“Now for the next part, you will need to be calm and focused. This test measures your fight or flight reaction in a stressful restricted situation. At any point, you can say the word 'red' and the test will be over. Any items on you will be removed at which point I will be around while your dress and leave on your own accord and know that you will have to look elsewhere for what you are seeking. “

I gave him some time to think this over before he declared, “I am a fighter, I can beat your test.” I nodded and thought, you hope to become what you came for.

From the ammunition can I pulled an executioner style leather hood. “First lets partially obscure your vision. This is not much different if you got a messy cut above the eye.” he waited patiently on the bench as I laced up the back to ensure that it was sitting properly then I had him lie back on the bench. Next to the bench were a tablet and a pair of Bluetooth headphones. I positioned the headphones making sure that they would not shift if he moved.

Before I started the music, he asked, “planning to hypnotize me or something?”

No, nothing like that, this is just a meditative album from thirty years ago. I need you relaxed and this will give you something to focus on during this. You want this to happen don't you?” I gave him a moment, then he nodded and I started the recording after several deep breaths

I watched him start to focus on the music with his eyes slowly closing. This gave me the chance to strip off the sauna suit in the next room and quickly change into my uniform leathers and tall boots with a marine corps dress shirt. The final touch was the shoulder strap for the Sam Brown belt.

Stepping quietly back into the room and placing the shirts hanger on a chair I saw that my absence had gone unnoticed giving me the chance to slowly gather up and secure each of his arms to an elastic cord under the weight bar. The rope was loose enough to give him some movement but not much.

It must have been the change in tracks or a slower section in the music that caused him to notice that he was now partially restrained. He struggled briefly before asking “Why?”

I calmly replied, “This is part of the test. Your movements are being restricted. How you handle this crisis and use your mind over your muscles is key to success. I have a feeling that you want this test to prove your worth and become more than just a satin clad boxer.” I waited for several moments. I was ready to release him if he said “No”

He took several breaths before replying. “I want more”

I stood in front of him and held up the flight suit. “Is this what you want?”

His voice was strong as he replied, “I want that and I want you to finish the test so I can show you my worth” I nodded as I grabbed the hanger and hung the flight suit within his sightline.

The next stage was to restrain his legs and for that, I would have to remove his trunks before I use a spreader bar. As I grabbed the waistband he lifted slightly as if to show his willingness for me to remove them.
Once off I secured his ankles to the bar and its chain, I raised it to a hook in one of the ceiling rafters. It was then that I noticed that he was wearing a jock. I could remove the restraints or cut it off of him. I choose to remove it with my camping knife. The lower straps were easy but the main one took time since I did not cut him in the process. The strap separated with a satisfying twang and exposed his hard cock. That will make shaving him that much easier in that area.

With the knife stowed, I reached under the bench for the shaving kit and a pair of my leather gloves. The electric razor was designed specifically

for this job would make this entire process fast and safe. I ran a gloved hand down his chest and he moaned softly. I then gave his hard cock a gentle squeeze. His moans grew in volume. Finally, I examined his full ball sack. After this quick scan, I decided on the main areas to shave. His chest, groin and ass would feel the machine. With the robe in the way, his pits would be a problem and I could damage his robe.

He saw the razor and struggled briefly and I knew he needed reassurance. “You want to be transformed. From a hairy satin clad boxer to one who wears the flight suit. In the military, the first step is always a brushcut to remove the old physical appearance and to begin the rebuilding process. This is not the military but you need to have something similar. The shave will remove the hairy satin boxer and in its place will be a smooth recruit worthy of the flight suit.” I paused and I knew that he was in the process of making the final step and should not be forced.

“Do it. Make me into a smooth Recruit. I want to be your Recruit”

He had taken the final step and I would be honoured to be his Drill Sargeant. “I will do this as quickly as possible but you need to stay as still so that I do not cut you.”

I started with his chest and slowly worked my way down. I took care around his nipples which were hardening in the chilly air. As I started with his abs, I started using shorter strokes of the razor.

I sifted my position to shave his groin. He wanted to be smooth and his cock and balls needed the most attention with careful handling including the area between his balls and his ass crack and cheeks.

With a final delicate stroke, I shut the razor down and brushed off him the odd loose hair from his body. Then used an aloe-based lotion to ensure that he did not get razor burn anywhere. It was time to reverse the restraints. Once the spreader bar was on the floor I undid the ankle restraints. I moved forward and slowly released each arm placing it on his bare chest.

As I removed the headphones, I half expected to hear music but it seems that the recording had already ended.

I asked him to sit up so that I could remove the hood. As it came off he asked, “ does this make me worthy?”

“It does,” I replied. “You do have one last step for your transformation to be complete. Remove your robe and don the flight suit as My Recruit.”

With that, he stood and let the robe fall onto the bench. I handed him the flight suit which he quickly put on. With it zipped up to his navel he suddenly dropped to his knees and asked, “ Is this how others will know that I am Your Recruit. I knew what he meant, hanging from my right hip was a locked chain collar. He had proven that he was worthy of training. With the collar securely locked around his neck, he stood slowly. “Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir.” He moved over to the sports bag and pulled out a small bottle of champagne. “Permission to celebrate, Sir.”

Yes, Recruit, I think we should. Let us head upstairs so that we may do this properly. As they say, the rest is classified.

Catalina - part three (the final edit)

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Normally I just write, post and move on. This section has proven hard to get just right. With this post, I also added a new photo of my new boy in a flight suit. I think that my Boy will star in more bits of friction in the future.

Sgt. Archer

The one thing that I really dislike in the whole domination are on-site inspections especially when they take me away from the plantation. Keith Igleson here. Newly semi-retired from the Technical Section of Directorate of War, Domination of the Draka. Service to the state.

I have enough worries finishing the installations on my plantation of Catalina, the former islands of Catalina in the former Yank state of California, to make the Gods shiver in panic. Now they wanted me to inspect the work on the mass lifter being rebuilt on the big island of former Hawaii. Ah well what the Archon wants, the Archon gets. The directorate at least gave me the means to get back and forth from the islands in an acceptable standard of comfort.

The ship that they gave me for this was sleek and elegant at more than a hundred and fifty meters long with luxurious accommodations on board for more than fifty citizens and all of their serfs. It also had three holds, one for rudimentary sleeping quarters for several hundred serfs on two separate decks. The second I had them convert into a serfs’ kitchen and gym. Some thought that the gym was a waste of space till I pointed out that this allowed me to lock down and separate whenever trouble arose. The third hold was for all the technical materials we would need to inspect and possibly get the Loki driven mass driver working again. The ship's propulsion system used magnetic hydro-dynamics, which meant no moving parts and almost no maintenance. Crewed by several dozen retired janissaries who had proved their worth during the great war that ended the conflict.

The crossing would take two or three days depending on the weather. Fine by me, but I really needed to relax this trip since I knew the condition of the installation on the island of Hawaii. I was going to take more than half of the engineering team that I had under my command and a hundred or so of the plantations planters for the replanting of the islands lush forest or other labours and my own personal staff and their personal serfs.

The engineering team really needed to see the state of the project with all of its cursed delays and cock-ups. The planters were going to see this as a vacation since they really did not have any real quotes to fill and only the very best of them had been selected for their good service to me and the Race. Most of my days were going to be filled with a series of technical meetings discussing all the possible problems and Yank based issues. The nights were going to be an entirely different issue.

I was looking forward to the crossing since I had plans for some physical enjoyments for myself and the serfs during the crossings. I was going to supervise a wrestling competition of my serfs using their gym space and I would be getting to be able to ride a buck or two as either a reward or as a punishment for not competing hard enough. Either way, I would get what was mine.

Then the Technical section threw a Thor sized hammer into the works, they wanted a larger planting crew. Since it was not wise to depopulate the island that meant that I was going to have to see what Security had collected from the ruins of Northern California again. That would add to our travel time and mean a stop at the ruins of San Francisco this time to see what was available since the southern sections were pretty much empty from the Sun bombs, earthquakes and the city-sized fires that ensued from the war.

My suite of rooms on the ship had been furnished in a similar fashion as the main house. A very large bed for multiple partners in the centre of the main room and an assortment of play equipment for riding my handsome and muscled bucks located in other smaller sleeping cabins. I saw that Francis and his apprentice Michael had already been here to stow what I might desire to wear during our extended voyage and my freshly pressed uniforms for the inspection tour. I also decided to inspect the serfs quarters and mess to see that all was in readiness for the trip including a large view screen that I had installed. The techs thought that I was crazy but when I told him how I intended to use it they relented. Just the thought of seeing my bucks all oiled and wrestling and fucking on it caused my cock to twitch.

The mess area was large enough to accommodate everyone I was happy that the ship could carry all the planters without having to double bunk them. I was hoping to give the bucks a space to play on their own but with all of the new ones I hoped to collect I might need to use the second deck would have to be for them until they learned their place in this world. Maybe on the way back, I might allow the two groups to mix and allow them some playtime. It certainly would be an educational trip for the new cattle.

Now it was time to get everyone on board and give them the news about our little side trip. Having the serfs see the ruins would also give them something to consider since they could still be among the rubble and starving instead of my property and cared for. I heard a few grumbling about the delay of the contest but they were short-lived by the hard looks the foremen gave them and they boarded without another word.

As we sailed by the still smoking ruins of southern California I had the feed displayed on the serf's view screen just to drive home that they were much better off than the few and scattered starving survivors and I heard that they were very quiet, some in tears in their eyes from the foremen and guards.

The former capital of the alliance had been hit using a kinetic launcher from space. The space rock had hit in the centre of the bay and most of the city had been just washed away by the giant wall of water the impact had created and the earthquake that followed days later. That is what you got when you hit an active fault with a very big fast-moving rock.

It was nearly mid-afternoon by the time we anchored in the bay and was met by a vessel from Security. I went ashore with just a few of the foremen and a couple of the technical crew just in case we might get lucky. We knew the odds were long but they still were finding military techs coming out of surviving deep bunkers.

As I expected, most of the new ones were shell shocked starving civilians and in rough shape. With food and a firm hand, they would adjust well. That added seventy-four more men to my plantation even though they had said they wanted a hundred. You take what you are given. Along with the new bucks I was able to get some black security batons that had a side handle and holster belts that had been discovered in a police warehouse in the outskirts of the city. I could use them as rewards for the foremen and the boss boys making them in a way a status symbol of who was in control. All the new ones had the pain cuffs in place and they had been given a short demonstration of what the bracelets could do and what type of misbehaviour that would cause there use.

As we finished up the signing their ownership papers my eye was drawn to a video monitor displaying a sole male in a holding cell. He was wearing a camouflaged jumpsuit of some type, very interesting. I waved at the monitor and asked, “what about him, how much”

With a shrug the security officer replied, “Newly caught in the last hour, we were going to hold him till we had more to process. Clear of radiation or biological contamination. Want to have a look?” I nodded and we headed to the holding cell to inspect the really fresh meat.

As we approached the cell he looked up, in a way assessing the situation without nervousness or anger, very interesting indeed. I stood close to the bars with several of the guards close behind me but he did not move an inch.

“What’s your name Boy?” I yelled at him and banged the bars with one of the new batons. I want to see if I could get a reaction.

His replay was crisp and without any emotion “Johnathan S. Bellingham, Civil Defence Engineer, CT20130715.” Well, this was an Odin sized surprise, a British or Yank military officer. Now I could have fun training this one. It was obvious from the Security officer’s reaction that this was not something he was expecting since any military dirt side had been routinely sent to one of the destructive labour camps or if their specialty was of need to one of Security's conditioning camps. Making him a very rare buck indeed.

Well I wanted to see what I had to work with and ordered him to strip. He paused and saw that one of the guards was getting ready to enter the cell to force him to comply before he drew the zip fully down and let the jumpsuit drop to his ankles. No underwear, interesting, just a leather cord with a pair of ceramic discs. There was a lot of potential from what I saw. Time for a more physical inspection and I pulled out my leather gloves before the guards and I entered the cell.

He stood in the centre of the cell watching me and the two guards approach him but did not react. Good, I like it when they are not totally broken. I got no reaction when I lifted his ID tags over his head putting it in the pouch on my belt or when I looked him directly in the eye. He did react as I ran a gloved hand down his back and grabbed an ass cheek. I then gave his semi-hard cock and balls a good squeeze and really got a reaction but not one I was expecting he seemed to enjoy it.

I could see that the Security tech sneer at me, well Hel take him. It was time for you to make a choice fresh meat. “Well meat you have only two choices, the first is a long and painful death in a labour camp, the second is this.” At which point I unbuttoned my leather pants and pulled out my semi-hard cock and balls. “Your choices, death or to serve me in any way I wish”. He took a few seconds before sinking to his knees in front of me, eyes down, hands behind his back and his mouth slightly open. I waved back the guards and stood directly in front of him close enough that I could feel his breath on my cock then the tip of his tongue on its head. Slowly almost as if he was worshiping it he tongued my cock head till I was semi-hard before sucking it into his mouth. The heat of his mouth drew me erect quickly and he started to lick its full length not missing a single spot. I could have grabbed his head and rammed it into his throat till I blew but I wanted to see how well he was willing to serve.

He seemed to know he was getting me close when he let my hard cock slip out of his mouth and started to bath and tease my balls with his tongue and mouth slowly sucking on one, then on the other. My hard cock left trails of saliva and precum on his cheeks.

When he returned to servicing my dick I saw that he had brought his hands forward and was starting to stroke his hard cock. I tapped the baton against my leg and told him, “Not yet Boy” and he pulled his arms back quickly. As much as I wanted this to last I had to get back to the ship I would give him a ride or two later on. With my dick now covered in his spit again, I let it slip from his mouth and began stroking it furiously.

The first part of my load landed on his face and chest, the rest landed on his hard cock and balls. His cock was straining and I gave him permission to relieve the pressure. He quickly grabbed his balls and started stroking his cock rapidly. Till his large load was mixed with mine on his chest and the tips of my riding boots.

As he regained his breath I adjusted my leathers and left the cell and told the Security tech, “I'll take him as well.” I could see him start to protest this but I added “My orders come from the Palace and I could use him on this project. If not, I'll feed him to the sharks.” That at least got a grin from him. As one of the guards led him away to be cleaned up and processed I told the other one to stuff him back into the jumpsuit when they were done. He looked at me wondering why. “Simple,” I told him, “easier target acquisition” and we all laughed at that.

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Lets play

Here is an image that really caught my interest

Thank you Raging Stallion Studios for the great image.

playing with the author

Since I have not had a lot of time to write in the last while as I deal with a family medical issue,I thought about giving you some fun with the author of this blog So bellow is a puzzle to while away the rainy days

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS REQUIRES SILVERLIGHT WHICH DOES NOT WORK WITH THE LATEST VERSIONS OF CHROME. USE FIREFOX INSTEAD

Just in case you have fun with the first how about playing with this one: