LEATHER MASTERS and slaves2017/
SUBMISSION is the bold erotic tale of two men from different worlds, whose lives become intertwined in the BDSM Leather world of today's Los Angeles. It is the first part of the LEATHER MASTERS and slaves trilogy.
Tarquin is a natural Master, who learned to demand sexual services from slaves he trained. Paul has evolved into the ideal submissive at the hands of demanding dominants.
Their testing ground is the Circle of Six, s tight-knit group of Leathermen with common sex needs and slaves. At different times, both run the circle's violent and painful gauntlet and bond further as a result.
With hoods and floggers, bondage and branding, Tarquin molds Paul into the slave he needs, and Paul falls in love with him. But what happens when the Old Guard Master's real emotions are aroused?
SUBMISSION, with its explicit sexual experiences and erotically charged men in bondage, mental as well as physical, races to a challenging ending.
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Publisher: MLR Press
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Age Difference, Alpha Character, Bad Breakup, Class Differences, Coming of Age, Coming Out / Closeted, Fated Mates / Soul Mates, First Time, Healing Power of Sex, Hurt / Comfort, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever, Second Chances, Thrill of the Chase, True Love
Word Count: 64,100
Setting: Los Angeles, Palm Springs
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
While I sat at my computer the following morning, I was supposed to be working on the graphics project, but the conflicting emotions of the previous twenty-four hours kept me seriously distracted. Had I really spent all the previous night in that Hancock Park house? Had the Master sent me home in a taxi? I tried to gather my jumbled thoughts into a coherent shape. A reminder came from my butt and my asshole both of which still burned from the exciting but demanding treatment they had received.
In that study with its oak-paneled walls, I wasn’t sure how well I was doing with my bootlicking. It had been awhile, and the taste of parade gloss polish had never been one of my favorites. But things definitely improved when I was allowed to demonstrate my cock sucking. I’m pretty good at that, although his was one of the longest and thickest I’d tackled. Eventually he had me spluttering and gagging all over, but he was getting excited too. My hope was that we‘d continue.READ MORE
And continue we did, in his amazing basement room, fully equipped as a dungeon. The walls were a dull black, with a faint phosphorescent glow. I didn’t get to see all of it that evening, as the lighting he selected was dim and he led me straight away to one area with metal hoops in the black rubber floor and a series of moveable beams overhead. It wasn’t too hard to guess at what was coming.
“Hold your hands out, boy, while I fit the leather restraints round your wrists, and let’s do the same round your ankles. You know the drill – raise your arms up towards that hook in the beam overhead. Good – you’ve obviously done this kind of exercise before. Now let’s have you attached to the hook. I’m not going to hood you this first time, but I am going to blindfold you with this leather strap. Moving on down, your cock goes into this device. Felt it before?”
I nodded, trying hard to follow his instructions, as he fed my dick into the spiral tube.
“Right, it’s a ‘gates of hell’, the junior version. Don’t squirm so much; you’ll make it harder on yourself.
“Now, ankles wide apart for this restraint bar. Wider, I said. That’s better. I’m going to work on your nipples. They’re already big and erect, but I want to have them bigger and thicker, so let’s begin with your left one. First comes some pulling and stretching and then on goes the metal clamp… now. Oh, you can yell and howl all you want; nobody can hear you through the sound-proof walls. I like to hear the noise. Here comes the second clamp. Excellent, a great shout. Only a light chain between for tonight.”
By now I was groaning and panting loudly, as he decorated my chest with his tit clamps. But I didn’t want it to stop.
“And finally, I need to stretch that hole of yours, if I’m going to enjoy the results of your cocksucking. I’ll let this dildo entertain you. Don’t fight me; it’s well lubed, and it vibrates, too”.
I hissed and snarled as he fitted me up for his games and then left me hanging there. When he returned in a few minutes, I felt leather cords brush my cheeks. It was a whip or a flogger and, sure enough, I was forced to suck the handle as he moved it round my face, then across my chest, where the cords tangled briefly in the nipple chain, producing further sharp spasms of pain. He then continued down to my extended cock standing out in its ringed prison. The flogger wrapped itself tightly around my prick and tugged – hard – and then slid under me to have the handle land right on the dildo vibrating in my ass.
Apparently this was his form of foreplay and I was excited. Now the work began, lightly at first, leather cords alternating between shoulders and ass, not consistently, but constantly moving over different areas of skin. They warmed my back and increased in tempo and strength as I wailed and cursed in my restraints. I began to feel fiery burning across my butt, the bubble-butt I was so proud of. I sobbed out in pain and in anticipation of giving up control to this man, who was willing to test and master me.
He went on until he was satisfied, panting from the exertion. Then he moved to my front and kissed me hard, forcing his tongue into my dry mouth and starting my saliva again. I tried to tongue him back, to let him know how much I wanted him to take me into his power. I could feel the heat of his body holding me, and the sweat ran off both of us. Below, his erection was bobbing against my stationery pole, banging against the leather and metal encircling it. Finally he pulled away and left me gasping, muttering prayers and curses for more of this humiliation and sport.
The Master came back with some soothing ointment that he spread over my burning cheeks, working the stings and bruises gently but firmly. His fingers worked the dildo loose and applied fresh lube into my quivering rosebud hole.
“Sir, I want to be yours, Sir. I need you to make your control complete. Sir, please, Sir, fuck me now, fuck me, fuckme, fuckme,” I gibbered, staring blindly through the leather strap.
“Gently, boy, we’re getting there; no need to rush to climax.”
Two fingers reached in, searching for my prostate. I swung and jerked in response, on fire for his hot cock.
“Sir, now, Sir, please, Sir.” I murmured in prayer.
“Well, this time I’ll grant your wish, as I’m ready, rubbered and lubed. But you will have to stretch yourself as wide as possible if you want to take my pole. So let’s get to it.”
I shuddered with expectation as his cockhead slid in, using the lube and my juices to start his ascent. I grunted out loud as he reached my prostate. He waited a moment for me to get used to his girth before pressing on. My body really wanted him fully in me. It had been awhile and I could feel the pain level rising. I tried thrusting out, and that helped with the next two inches. He paused again, biting the back of my neck and then shoving three gloved fingers into my mouth for me to kiss and suck on.
It was only a moment’s pause before his penis pushed on slowly but remorselessly. I wailed in pain. Then he suddenly jerked sharply on the tit chain with his other hand. While I was registering the new source of distress, he had two more inches in me. My passage felt it must burst with the thick intruder, but the slow and careful penetration was making the pain more bearable. There was a fresh twinge of pleasure and excitement. Finally the spare hand grabbed my imprisoned cock and yanked on it. As I squealed in protest, his dick sank in the last two inches.
I was fully impaled. His sweating chest leaned into my slippery back. We swayed back and forward. He carefully withdrew a little, then humped back in again. The Master began to develop a rhythm, growling and snarling at me in turn, as I lapped the fingers in my mouth and felt the other fingers massaging my own desperate cock.
It was a firm but careful first fuck. Our enjoyment increased as my pain declined. It was providing tough pleasure for both of us. I could feel the sexual excitement growing, as we panted and pushed together; sweat everywhere as our bodies slithered over one another. Then suddenly I felt him gather himself for that final thrust, and I sensed his cum flooding the rubber he was wearing. To my surprise, I gasped out my own victory, as my cream forced its way out of my imprisoned prick and spewed out onto the floor below.
We must have hung, joined in that most intimate way, for five minutes. Then he straightened up, pulled out and carefully removed his rubber.
“Here, boy, drink your Master’s seed and become one with him.”
I swallowed obediently. It tasted delicious. Hot from a man who had used the word “Master” to me. Did it mean that he could indeed be interested in me, or was it just a word he tossed out casually?
“Let’s get you down from there and you can clean me up. It’s getting late and we both have to work in the morning. I do think you might have
potential to become a slave, or at least a submissive. I need to sleep on it and to let you know in the morning.”
I’d been humiliated, flogged and fucked; yet I felt this ridiculous warm glow, as I was led over to a shower stall in one corner of the dark dungeon. After he had showered and I had dried him on the only towel, then permission was given for me to clean and dry myself. There were a few complications, such as getting the Gates of Hell off my tumescent cock and drying off on a wet towel, but they were minor compared to my state of euphoria. I’d scarcely met the man, didn’t know his name, his background and interests, or even his particular kinks. Ridiculously, I already felt I would be willing to give up all control to him, to be trained as he wished. There seemed to be an emotional as well as a sexual connection between us. He led me upstairs to what proved to be the master bedroom. I was too tired and excited to notice much beyond the enormous king-sized bed with black coverlet and gray sheets.
“Here, boy, I’m going to let you sleep with me tonight…suitably restrained, of course. Cuffs go in front. I think irons round your ankles, a collar round your neck leashing you to me and a blindfold to disorient you again.”COLLAPSE
ByTLTon April 28, 2018
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