Simple and Direct 3 The Other Side
I was checking my email as I normally do daily when I noticed one from an address I knew well. Opening it I began to read.
"When you arrive, go to the garage, strip, and kneel on the board facing away from the door you just entered. Keep your hands locked behind your neck. Don't move and don't speak unless you're asked a question."
Simple and direct -- that's his style. .But you have to know me before you know whether or not I will follow them. It is the day before our weekly meeting. I am a cocky `push your buttons' kind of guy. I am of slender build with a shaved head, tattoos, and attitude. Whether I listen depends on my mood and your ability to make me.
I pull up to the garage and park the car. The side door to the garage open and I go in. Finding things as he described I start to strip. Do I strip entirely or do I leave my socks on just to push one of those buttons? Nah -- I let him go today. Kneeling as directed I wonder what is in store for me today. I notice he has laid out a few belts and a razor strop. I know the history of each item before they were his. I wait and my cock begins to stir thinking of today's events. The time is his and he is in control. I notice a tarp covered item -- is that something for his work?
The door opens and the breeze hits my back. I hear the sound of his heavy leather soled black boots as they make their way across the cement floor. Suddenly his hand pats my head. It's the hand of a working man. You can feel his strength as he reaches my shoulders and massages them. "Knees and elbows", his warm breath hits my ear. Dropping into position my legs are spread a bit wider. I feel his hand as it comes down hard on my ass -over and over again. The hand that just gave me pleasure is now causing me pain. Isn't that true of most things -pleasure and pain all rolled into one? I let out a grunt as it has taken me by surprise.
Walking in front of me he appears as out of a fantasy in a dream of mine. Tall and muscular with a working man's physique -- wearing a tee, the black boots I heard and work jeans that cling to his body in all the right areas. Encircling his waist is his heavy black work belt. The very first belt I bought him. "Give me a proper welcome" -- I open his 501's and pull out his hardened cock dripping with precum and I start to lick and suck on it.
"Knees and elbows again" he commands and then an all too familiar sound in the background -- the clinking of his belt buckle and the snap swoosh of the well worn leather as it slides across the denim and out from around his waist. My cock swells as I think of that belt and all the time it spends with him. The leather is getting its scratches, nicks and worn areas from constant use. The air is interrupted by the gunshot sound of the belt as it bites by ass. The number is never predetermined. It is for his pleasure that the pain is there. My pleasure comes when he decides and only then - till now it's his. Repositioning himself he starts in again and I start to moan. "Quiet or I'll stuff a sock in your mouth and duct tape it there". I go silent, because I know better than to piss him off at this point.
"On your back", is his next command. I think, "Oh no not another position. I don't know if my ass can take this all at once." Then the feeling of warm leather soothes the underside of my cock sending it to a state of throbbing. His work belt has taken on a new role of creating pleasure. I can feel every unique characteristic that the leather has as it transmits a tingling feeling all the way to my prostate. I am in ecstasy and he takes me to the edge of cumming. He likes to do this. One more step of control.
Suddenly he walks in front of me, pulling off the tarp to reveal the mystery item. Sitting on two sawhorses is a frame I've never seen before, but will become very familiar with. Soon I am positioned face down with my extremities bound with plastic wrap - stretched out on the wood. My torso slightly raised and bound to present my ass to him and the rest of my body secured with my dick dangling below. The only parts I can move are my neck and face but just barely.
Pressing his face to mine our lips meet and tongues entwine. Kissing long and hard we go on. This is difficult for me due to the position but my desire for him keeps my body straining for the contact. Walking over to the area where his weapons for inflicting pain are located he picks up a heavy belt, doubles it over and gently rubs my face with it for me to caress. My dick once again swells and my mind goes back to the story it carries from its last owner and the feel I remember as it once stroked my dick.
Again the still air is broken with that sound -- the familiar sound of leather on ass. His muscular arm delivers many blows and he has the talent for laying the leather exactly where he wants it to land to cause the pain he wants me to suffer. Unable to help myself I let out a moan of pain but quickly stop remembering the threat of the gag. The feeling of leather on my dick awakens me to the fact the pain has stopped and pleasure has once again resumed. I get lost in that feel, the memories and the sensations of this situation. When I'm almost ready to cum he stops.
Walking away once more he picks up the razor strop. This is an actual one from a barber "who knew how to keep his kids in line." It is heavy and well worn -- not like the ones of present day -- this has weight to it and packs a punch. Leaning to my ear the words tickle as they come out of his mouth. "You're over due for this ass whipping and you're going to get it good." My ass is throbbing by this point and I've been teased but not relieved. My balls ache and my prostate is sore but now is not the time for pleasure for me but time for him -- he is in control.
Moving to the front of the frame, cock bobbing out in front of him I know what must happen. Straining to engulf his swollen cock I start to suck and massage it with my tongue. Being at this angle this is difficult. "Don't let it out of your mouth till I pull it out." As soon as these words leave his mouth the strop finishes its path to my ass. My body twitches involuntarily as the heavy strop connects over and over. At this angle he has full access to the crack of my sore ass. I know the only way to stop it is to have him unleash his load. Feverishly I work on bringing him the pleasure he desires but it's difficult to focus and suck with the leather raining down. He's never harder than when he's whipping my ass, and I finally feel that mouth-filing blood rush to his cock that is soon followed with a heavy load of sweet cum. The whipping stops as he pumps his cum into me, and I know my pleasure and release will come when he's ready. I anticipate the feel of this leather on my cock, bringing me to a quaking orgasm, and the time I'll spend wrapped in his arms, and know I am fully his.