Climax/CLIMAX.BIN/CLIMAX/GIF/4/LEATHERB.STY

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  I moved to Albany and looked for secretarial work. I got a job at an
insurance company whose ad called for "Office help, no experience, good
pay and great fringe benefits." Scott, personnel manager, hired me on
the spot to work in his department. The pay was good, but the fringe
benefits seemed only average. What had they meant by "great fringe
benefits," I wondered?

  I had been with the firm for a month before I knew for sure that Scott
was gay. I had suspected it all along, and I had hoped my suspicion was
well founded. Scott was my idea of a real man: well over six feet tall,
curly red hair, chiseled features, and a great build. His business suits
were tailored to fit his powerful body, with just enough of a bulge in
the crotch to tantalize.

  When I fantasized about  Scott, I got hard really fast.
  One morning I had to go to the file room, and I decided to stop in the
bathroom and beat off; that would satisfy my desire for Scott, at least
momentarily. Passing his office I saw him and another man bend over some
papers on Scott's desk. They looked up and smiled.

  I felt light-headed walking into the tiny bathroom at the end of the
hall. I took off my sport coat and hung it up, dropped the file folder
on the floor, unbuckeled my pants and pullem them-and my red bikini
briefs-to the floor and sat on the john, my legs spread wide. Taking my
cock in hand, I closed my eyes and squeezed it, moaning softly. I moved
my hands up and down the shaft, undressing Scott in my mind, slowly
loosening the tie, unbuttoning the shirt, pulling off the black, pointed
boots, undoing the pants and pulling them down. As I did, I lost control
and shot a geyser of cum all over my shirt and tie. I jumped up and
stared down at my cum-soaked clothing.

  Just then the door opened. There stood Scott, an amused smile playing
on his face. He closed the door and locked it.

  "I'm willing to overlook this little incident as long as you do as
you're told."
  "Anything!"
  "Dangerous word, boy. Take off the shirt." I took it off.
  "Faggots eat cum," he said. "Eat cum." He stood square in front of me.
"Kneel and suck this shirt." I knelt, and he held the shirt to my lips.
I began to lick at the mounds of cum, trying not to gag.
  "That's it. Lick it. Suck it."
  My revulsion lessened with each whispered command. The cum had little
taste, and Scott was getting more and more aroused.

  All of a sudden he dropped my shirt, unzipped his pants, and pulled
out his cock. "You're so good at suckin' try this." He put one hand on
his cock,shorter than mine by an inch, but easily twice as thick; and
with the other hand, he grabbed my hair and pushed my hair back. At the
same time his booted foot rammed into my knees and forced me back
against the wall. "Take it." he said, pushing his cock into my mouth.
  I moved my tongue around and sucked as best I could, until Scott came
in wave after wave of hot cum.
  He pulled out and grabbed a towel. "You're good. Now I'll get you a
fresh shirt and tie."
  I got to my feet and looked in the mirror. Cum was trickling down my
cheek. A second later, Scott opened the door and tossed me a shirt,
still wrapped from the laundry, and a tie.
  "Meet me in the conference room. Twelve fifteen."

  At exactly 12:15 Scott walked into the conference room. He closed and
locked the door. "I told my secretary I wasn't to be disturbed. She
knows enough to follow my orders. You'd better to." He walked over to
me, clamped his palms on my shoulders, and pulled me close. "The only
reason you got this job was 'cause your predecessor was too stupid to do
as he was told. Get the picture?"
  "Yes," I said.
  "Yes, what?" he snarled.
  "Yes, sir."
  He released me. "That's better, Strip." I loosened my tie. Scott
pulled it off. I unbuttoned my shirt, Scott pulled it off. "Shoes." I
bent over and started to pull them off. "Hurry." "Yes, sir," I said, my
heart pounding. "Good ."

  I stood there in my lipstick red briefs as Scott quickly stripped. His
body was hard and thick with muscle, a body to worship and to serve.
  "I want to be fucked sir. I've never been fucked."
  "A virgin," he whispered, ripping off my shorts. He pushed me into a
leather wing chair. "Suck it hard."
  I took hold of his ridgid cock. Pre-cum was seeping out the slit. I
licked it. "This is all the lube you're gonna get," he whispered,
pushing his cock into my mouth.

  I sucked. I was worried  what Scott would do when he found out I had
already lubricated myself. He pulled out and stared at me for a moment.
Then he jerked my legs up, spread them, and guided his cock into my
hole.
  "Say goodbye to your cherry."
  He lunged, I made no sound.
  "You bastard. You're greased."
  I pulled him deeper into me.
  "Don't. I do the movin'."
  "Fuck me Scott."
  "Don't use my name." He thrust in, hard and quick. I rolled my hips.
  "Don't move," he said, slapping me. He fucked me relentlessly. Any
movement I made, was rewarded with a slap.
  "Do as I tell you," he said over, and over, grasping my back, lunging
into my ass harder and faster.

  When I came he seemed not to notice. I spurted my juice on his chest,
and my ass tightened again. He kept pounding me. Finally jets of hot
sticky cum burst inside my asshole.
  He pulled out and stood back. Only then did he notice  the  cum
glistening on his chest.
  "What's this shit? I didn't tell you to come."
  "I know sir..."
  "You knew nothing."
  "I want more."
  "No."
  "Please sir."
  He loosened his grip, bent foward, and kissed me, his tongue invading
my starlted mouth. Our hands roamed each other, and our cocks got hard
again.
  "You want it, you've got it."
  He pulled back and raised himself in the chair so that his crotch was
right in front of my face. Then balancing himself on the back of the
chair with one hand, he pushed his cock into my mouth, his other hand on
the back of my head.
  I closed my eyes and sucked. I loved the feel of veins on his cock
shaft. When he shot his load, I sucked deep and swallowed every last
drop.
  "What time is it?" he asked.
  "One."
  "Meet me at the back door at half past four. We're gonna take a look
at a warehouse downtown."
  I nodded, "All right."
  "All right, what?"
  "All right, sir."

  That afternoon I had hardly noticed the other secretaries chattering
around me. I kept thinking about Scott inside me, his washboard stomach,
tightening as he fucked me, his cum down my throat.

  At the appointed time I found Scott lounging against the back of a
van. He opened the door and motioned me in. In a second he was looming
over me.
  "Use me, master. Fuck me."
  He reached over and unzipped a gym bag. "Strip." he commanded for the
second time that afternoon. I practically ripped off my pants.
  "Pathetic. You really want it bad."
  "Yes sir. Only from you, sir." He pulled out a pair of faded 501s.
  "You'll take it from whoever I say."
  "Yes, sir."
  He tossed the ripped jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt at me.
  "Put these on. You are about to meet the boss."
  Quickly I pulled on the T-shirt, which smelled of sweat.
  "Here. He likes his employees to wear this."
  "This" was a black leather jock strap. "Beautiful," I murmered,
putting on the jock strap, my dick already hard.
  "Don't speak unless addressed."
  "Yes, sir." I pulled on the jeans, but they were too small. I sucked
in my stomach and strained to get the last two buttons through the worn
holes. I looked in a mirror on the van wall. I looked hot.
  Scott ran his tongue over his lips. "Peal nice. I'm gonna put this
blindfold on you so you can't see where you're goin'. And I'm gonna tie
your hands." He pulled a rope taut around my wrists.
  "Ow," I said without thinking.
  Scott spun me around and whipped my chest and stomach with another
piece of rope. I collapsed on a seat.
  "Stay there," he said, making his way to the drivers seat.

  He pulled out and sped down the street. I fantasized about what would
happen at the warehouse, who we would meet there. In a few minutes the
truck lurched around the corner and pulled into a driveway. I heard the
hum & squeak of a garage door opening. We pulled inside, and the door
closed.
  "You are here to do my bidding and my master's bidding. Fuck up the
least little bit and you'll be black, blue and jobless. Understand?"
  "I'm getting bored. Let's......"
  Scott was all over me in a flash, whispering savagely, "Shut the fuck
up."
  "I'm terrified," I cried in mock terror. He raised me up, pulled off
my blindfold, and said "We'll see how much of a smart-mouth you are with
him."

  Wrists still bound, I was pulled out of the van and onto a deserted
loading dock. I stood there and breathed heavily while he searched for
the right key. He opened the door and pushed me into a large, almost
empty room. A little daylight filtered in from the windows along the
ceiling on one wall, and I could see a few crates scattered here and
there. In the center of the room, under a shaft of light was a pile of
what appeared to be foam rubber.
  Scott walked around and inspected me.
  "You're ready."
  "Yes, sir," I replied quietly.
  "You'll need all the obedience you can muster."
  With that, Scott turned, walked toward a steel door on the other wall,
and slid it open. I gasped. On the other side stood a very tall, very
well built stud wearing a leather hood, leather chaps, and high leather
boots. In his left hand he held a whip, which he casually drew back and
forth over his right hand. At the sight of him, I sank to my knees.
  The leather-hooded stud walked slowly towards me. The only sound in
that big warehouse was his boots striking the floor. He stopped a couple
of feet from where Scott stood and I knelt.
  "Who is this?" the stud asked.
  "Answer him," Barked Scott.
  The leatherstud turned his hooded head toward Scott. "I was talking to
you."
The color drained from Scott's face. "It's the faggot I told you about,
sir." he said respectfully.
"strip," the stud ordered Scott.
"But..."
At that the leatherman jerked his whip over his head.
"Yes, sir," Scott said, hastening to shed his suit. When he finished
stripping he stood in front of the leather stud.
"Take the rope off his wrists." the stud ordered.
"I thought..."
The whip cracked through the air, landing with a smack on Scott's left
shoulder. He flinched.
"Untie his hands."
Scott walked behind and bent over to untie the rope. He fumbeled for a
moment. "Get those ropes off him fast or I'll kick the shit out of you,"
the leather stud siad, raising his right foot off the floor. The ropes
fell to the floor. I kept my hands behind me, uncertain what to do.
"Pick up the rope," the stud ordered Scott, who did so and stood up. The
leather man motioned for Scott to walk around me.
"Kneel in front of him," he said. Scott started to kneel on the foam
rubber.
"On the floor." When Scott hesitated, the leather man pushed him down.
"Hand him the rope." Scott looked at me, anger welling up in his eyes,
but I met his gaze with defiance. He threw the rope in front of me.
"Now you," the leather man said, the first words he had directed to me.
"Tie his hands behind his back."
"I'm not to good with knots, sir," I said sarcastically, expecting
instant retribution. Instead the leather man whipped Scott's back. Scott
moaned with pleasure, and his cock grew harded.
"You'll learn," the stud said quietly to me. I grabbed the rope, and it
brushed roughly over the crotch of my Levi's, arousing me even further.
I could see the stud staring at my bulge as I began to bind Scott's
wrists.
"Do a good job, faggot," Scott whispered.
"Silence," the stud commanded, lashing Scott's back again. Then he
turned toward me.
"What do you want him to do for you?" he asked quielty.
"Strip me with his teeth," I answered.
"No," Scott said "This faggot...."
The stud reached down and hit the side of Scott's neck with the butt of
the whip handle. "Do as he says."
Scott reeled from the blow and fell on his side. He quickly righted
himself when the leather stud raised his booted foot to kick him in the
ass.

Now it was my turn to humiliate Scott. It would be hard for him to get
my clothes off with his teeth and I had no intention of making it
easier.
"Come on, get going," I whispered derisively. With that I leaned over
and grabbed his balls and pulled down as hard as I could. He winced. I
grabbed his right nipple with my free hand and squeezed. Scott whimpered
with pleasure as I twisted his tit and balls. Out of the corner of my
eye I saw the stud stroking his meat.
"He told you to take off his clothes with your teeth. Get to it." Scott
leaned down and, bearing his teeth, clamped his jaw on my T-shirt. His
teeth on my stomach hurt like hell, but I did not cry out. I wanted to
prove to the leather stud that I could take it. Gradually Scott got the
T-shirt up to my neck. Lazily I raised my arms so he could pull it over
my head. We stood in unison, and instantly the leather stud snatched the
T-shirt out of Scott's mouth, held it to his face, and inhaled deeply.
My heart raced; my cock jerked; I pushed Scott and sent him prawling on
his back, half off the foam rubber mattress. I stood over him and teased
his cock with my foot.
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "Shut up," I said, pushing him down on the floor.
He scrambled back to a kneeling position, and I knelt in front of him.
"Get my pants off!" I ordered.
I looked up at the stud as Scott srpung the top button. For a second
Scott was motionless. Then he went for the second button, his damp
forehead rubbing the top of my black leather pouch. He then got the
second button opened, then the third, and he started sucking on the
pouch. I reached down and slapped him.
"Yes," Scott whimpered. I grabbed his heavy cock and pushed it into his
balls. "Yes, what?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," he whispered.
"Get on with it," the leather stud barked. Then he bent over  and
motioned for me to come closer. "I'm the only one in this room to be
called sir. Understand?"
"Fuck you," I said with a sneer.
The leather man straightened up as Scott attacked the fourth button,
then walked behind me and indicated five sharp blows with his whip.
Scott popped the last button.
"Take off his pants," the stud ordered. Scott fell to his knees and once
again closed his teeth on the worn fabric. In a minute my oants lay in a
heap at my feet. The leather stud reached over, picked them up, buried
his face in the crotch. Then he tossed them aside.
"I'll take care of that crotch," he said, pushing Scott away. The
leather stud put one hand on either side of my crotch and yanked the
jock. The leather had practically become glued to my cock and balls.
"Make it hurt," I begged. "You'll be hurting soon enough," the leather
man laughed. "Right now you're gonna fuck Scott with your italian dick."
"Yes, sir," I chanted. I lunged for Scott, pushed his legs apart, and
jammed my cock into his hole as far as it would go, then lifted myself
off Scott's back and drove in deeper. Scott writhed on the floor. "Ride
me, baby!" he said, running his bound hands up and down my chest.
I pushed his head down. I had been holding off my explosion as long as I
could, and it was about to get impossible. Abruptly I stopped just in
time. "More, more," Scott moaned.
"Shut the fuck up," I shouted, jerking Scott's head back roughly. I
raised myself up, took a deep breath, spread his legs apart, and jammed
my tool deeper into him. My jism roared into  his  eager  ass,  a
thunderstorm of man-love from his own slave turned master. I kept
pounding long after my explosion was over, until finally I collapsed in
exhaustion on top of Scott. I lay there, my heart pounding, my head
buried in his wet hair. I held him tight to me.
The leather stud swooped down on Scott and me and lifted us onto the
mattress. "Both of you are my slaves," he whispered. He ripped off his
vest and removed his chaps, but not his boots or hood. His cock was
thick at the base, long and veiny. He cracked his whip several times.
Then he lashed me across the back.
"Fuck me, master. Take me," I pleaded. The leather stud knelt behind me
and spread my legs. "All at once, put it in me all  the  way,"  I
whispered.
His cockhead rested in the slit of my ass for a few seconds, then
plunged in. My cock began to harden again, and Scott wrapped his hand
around it and started pumping. The leather stud pumped in and out. "Come
on, sir. Fuck my buddy," Scott said before he plunged his wet tongue
down my throat, which I was ready to accept. Then I sucked and bit
Scott's neck and the leather stud put one arm around my chest, the other
around Scott's and pulled hard on our tits.  When the leather stud came-
in a roaring torrent-I came right in Scott's hand, as Scott shot on my
chest, on my face, into my mouth. We all lay absolutely still for a few
minutes. The stud gathered his two slaves in a tight embrace, me to the
left, Scott to the right. Despite the stud's caresses, Scott  was
seething with anger and humiliation, at being made a slave. He whispered
in my ear, "Let's take him."
"Okay," I whispered back.
In a surprise attack, we pushed the leather stud to the mattress. I
grabbed the rope and tied his hands. At the same time Scott lunged for
the whip and bound his ankles.
"You two are gonna be in...."
"Shut up!" Scott yelled, punching the stud in the side. Then he handed
the stud's boots to me. "Put these on."
I took the boots and put them on. Scott ran his hand up and down my cock
and I squeezed his tits, released them, squeezed them again. Scott sat
on the stud's back, I on his legs. The stud could not move.
"Lie on top of him," Scott said to me. Then he got up and put on my
black leather jock strap and the leather stud's chap. Wow! Did Scott
look hot! I struggled to keep the stud down as he fought and squirmed
and threatened.
"I'll hold him, you teach him some manners," Scott said.
We traded places, and I reached down and pushed the leather man's hard
cock down.
"No, no!" he cried, but he knew he wanted it. I straddled his legs and
began playing with his cock and balls.
"Now we're both gonna fuck you," Scott said.
For the double-fuck, Scott had to untie the stud. He bent over and
whispered, "You gonna cooperate?" No reply. "I asked a question."
"Yeah," he said unwillingly. Scott untied the stud's legs and spread
them apart. "Bring me a couple of pieces of foam rubber," he said to me.
He lifted the stud's ass and slipped the two bolsters I handed him under
the stud's crotch. Then he straddled the guy and motioned for me to come
up behind him. I did so, keeping my legs between the stud's. Scott
rammed his prick up the stud's ass. "Nice and Tight. You ain't been
fucked much."
The stud groaned, but did not speak. Scott reached around, took my cock,
and stroked it lightly. I leaned into him and kissed his back and ran my
bearded chin up and down it. He shivered.
"Watch," Scott instructed, pushing my cock down so that it rested below
where Scott's cock lay in the stud's crack. He worked one finger into
the stud's ass, then two, three, four. He moved his hand in and out,
then grabbed my cock and thrust it through the stud's sphincter.
"No-o-o!" the leather man cried. Like Scott, I ignored the cries and
started pumping. The stud flailed about, and Scott slammed his hand down
hard on the leather man's back. "Keep it up and we'll put our fists in
too."
The stud quieted down.
When Scott was in as far as he could go, he slowly withdrew, until he
was nearly all the way out. As he started back down, I started up. We
fucked him like two pistons pumping in opposite directions. Feeling
Scott's cock sliding up against mine, in and out of the stud's tight
asshole, made me wild. The leather man grew more and more excited. He
knew he was going to come and that when it did his sphincter would
tighten and give us a tighter fuck. He came, and as he did, Scott and I
could feel the sphincter contract. It drove us both crazy. "I'm gonna
come, Scott," I whispered.
"Hold back, baby. Hold back." pleaded Scott.
It was no use; the stud's ass was filled with a powerful blast of jism
which brought Scott to quick climax!

Afterwards, we turned the leather man over, set him down, took off his
manacles, and stood above him. At first he stared at the mattress as if
in a trance. Then he slowly raised his head and motioned for us to be
seated. He reached up and pulled his mask off. It was the same guy I had
seen in Scott's office that morning. The stud and Scott both laughed. "
This is Ace Roberts, our district manager," Scott said.
Ace reached over and shook my hand. "Jeff," he said, a big smile playing
on his face, "Scott here tells me your work is excellent. I'm impressed
myself. So impressed that I'm going to put you in charge of  this
warehouse. With a substantial raise, of course."
I was stunned, I looked at Scott, who reached over and put his hand on
my shoulder. "And those fringe benefits we told you about?" Scott
reached out and took Ace's shoulder, "You're lookin' at them."