Training a Trainman

TRAINING A TRAINMAN

Enrico Rona was a faggot; he still was not sure that he approved of it but he'd known it since eighth grade when he had to will his dick soft in the locker room. Now he was a trainman with the SEPTA transit authority in Southeast Pennsylvania. He got to wear a tight little tailored uniform and punch tickets twice a day. It was an easy, pointless job. It paid him a whole lot of money but, because of a split shift, it ate up most of his time. He spent his four hours off in the middle of the day in a downtown gym, a paradise for a faggot like him, addicted to fucking butch ass. He spent two of these four hours pumping iron and no doubt he was buffed. He had a beautiful Latin face, with fair, hairless skin. He was five foot eight and slender of waist, broad of shoulder. He had an ass like two firm melons, melons that flexed voluptuously when he walked and attracted stares in the straightest locations. His cock was 6 1/2 inches, cut, thick, with an upward tilt when hard; and it was hard all the time. In the gym he had staked out a sex-lair in the mat-room. Here, during his second two hours off, he fucked anything that moved, man or boy, with a staying power that amazed his mates and mystified him. Yes, he shot his load eventually; yes, his big load of hot jism spouted fountain-like all over the face or ass of his lover of the moment. But, it wasn't the thrill that he remembered from high school. He felt as he was going through the motions.....Still, the motions made him cum. And, for a while, that satisfied his longings.

Enrico collected tickets on the early morning train into the city. Mostly, the patrons he saw did not turn him on: old men with big bellies and no hair. But there were exceptions. One tall sleek dude he saw every day wore his wedding ring like a flag. He even had the bitch next to him some days. Married or not, he made Enrico very hot. He had a big showing basket, bubble-butt, long slender but powerful legs encased in tight Italian suits. His face was fair looking but hard. Enrico fantasized he would have been a Nazi youth in the bad old days. Something about him made Enrico think of blow-jobs. Something about him made Enrico's ass hot. Enrico didn't get fucked. Twice big dicked bruisers had tried to fuck him and he didn't like it either time. It hurt and he successfully fought them off. Yet he got the feeling that he wouldn't mind bending over for this dude's hot cock. Presenting his mostly hairless asshole for a good ramming. Taking a few hard smacks. God, His trainman's pants felt tight when he saw him! He wore a jockstrap to keep his prick in line but when he saw this Nazi, his pouch got real full and hot. In his mind he named him Hans. He thought about Hans a lot. How he would look naked with a hard cock. How he would look standing above him in the dominant position. Rico was the boss in all his sexual encounters but still he thought about being on his knees before Hans. And he got really hard. Thank God for the jock.

Then there was Jeff. Jeff wasn't his real name either, he didn't know the real names of anyone on the train. Jeff was much taller than Rico was, had a broad shouldered, swimmer's body. His face was unlined but not youthful. Maybe just shy of 30. He wore yuppie granny glasses. He was always tan. His longish, dark brown hair was thick, beautifully cut, perfect to run your hands through. He had maybe fifty gray hairs in his mane. Rico lived for Fridays. On Fridays Jeff 'dressed down,' not in jeans, not even in tight pants but you could see that he had a bitchin body through his Dockers and plaid shirt. Big basket! Tight ass! He always wore long sleeves so all Rico could see was that he had furry wrists and hands. Rico imagined that his tan chest was lightly furred. He wanted to suck on his swimmer's tits with the strands of hair in his teeth. He wanted to pull the hairs gently between his teeth. God, he was thinking passive again. Body worship! Licking tits, kissing a musty, fully packed jockstrap, licking a perfectly formed asshole, pushing aside two full melons of butt cheek to get at it. Making grunts and slurps while Jeff called him sex-names. Thank God for the jock.

Every once in a while a third guy, a guy he wouldn't normally notice caught his eye. He had a plain face, raw-boned, closely shaved heavy beard, ugly glasses. He wore rumpled, cheap suits. He looked unpleasant. With no particular pattern, he 'dressed down.' Boy, did he 'dress down!' He wore the tightest pair of Wranglers Rico had ever seen. They lovingly clung to a genuine grade A, hard ass bubble-butt. It was really round and looked like you could crack eggs on it. Rico had his normal reaction to this guy whom he called Chas. He wanted to fuck him. Fuck him bad and long and hard. He wanted to smack that butt, make it red, make it hot for his dick. He wanted to cum all over that fucking ass. He wanted to fuck it twice without getting soft. Bet he would cum just as hard the second time. Thank God for the jock.

TRAINMAN'S FRIDAY MORNING -- OCTOBER 21

Ater collecting the tickets on this Friday, Rico went to the vestibule to stand in the open air for the half hour ride to the city. He did this every day. Passengers were not allowed, so he could think about the wild but unsatisfying sex of the afternoon before. He could also daydream about the people he saw in his cars while lifting tickets. Today was a banner day. Jeff looked extra hot in his Dockers. Chas. was in his tight Wranglers and a dark brown leather jacket. Even Hans was dressed down, wearing a super faded, tight Levi's jacket over his sleek torso. He wore loose pants; they looked like work pants. His big basket was visible but not blatantly displayed as he sat reading a novel. Rico slowly rubbed his balls through the twill of his trainman's pants as he thought about this three letter ticket lift. He got a spacy look as he thought about....sucking Jeff's cock ....being fucked by Hans....fucking Chas.' perfect set of cakes.

The door from the body of the car opened unexpectedly. Rico quickly and guiltily removed his hand from his crotch. He was caught, and by Chas., too. Normally he should chase the passenger back into the car. Today, though, he was so hot that he said something stupid like, "Real stuffy in there isn't it."

Chas. didn't waste a minute.

"I saw you looking me over in there. Did you like what you saw? Is that why you're beating off?"

Rico blushed and looked away. People at work didn't know that he was queer. 'Did they?' Now, a customer caught him lovingly caressing his cock and balls in the vestibule. And this big stud knew that he was the cause. He was caught; what could he say? Honest reply? Why not?

"Yeah, I liked it. I sure would like to shove seven inches to that fuckable ass you're advertising."

"Like to slap it around a little, make it red?" Chas. asked.

"Yeah..... how'd you know? I'd like to make it red before I fuck it. Real red!"

Then Chas. said something that made Rico's dick literally pop up in his jock, "Can you imagine what my ass would look like in really tight Leather Jeans? Does that make you sweat?"

Chas. then turned around so that his perfect Wrangler-cupped ass was on display, "Like this ass, dude? You want to slap it? Want to fuck it? Want to see it in shiny black leather? Want to beat it with a black leather paddle, get it all red and hot for you to fuck?"

"Yeah, man. That sounds really hot. Leather jeans and a paddle...Man!"

At this point the door to the car opened and out came Hans and Jeff.

"You get our trainman hot, Carl?" Hans said.

Carl was 'Chas.'

"Yeah, Bill. He's hard and dripping in his jock; he says he's ready to beat my ass with a black leather paddle," Carl said to Hans with a wink.

Bill was 'Hans.'

Rico was beyond embarrassment. He was steaming with lust. His three dream commuters were all on the platform with him talking about ass beating and ass fucking. His cock was so hard that it tented his jock and his heavy twill trainman's pants. 'Jeff' walked over and grabbed a rough handful of Rico's cock and balls through his trainman's pants, "Feels like he IS hot. This is good hard cock. And...," he gave Rico's balls a hard, painful squeeze, "I think he's into the rough stuff."

Rico didn't think that he was into the rough stuff. Sure he liked to slap an ass around a little while fucking. He had squeezed and twisted a well-formed tit in his time. But these dudes were talking about black leather whips and pants. 'Jeff' was really crushing his balls......And Rico was panting with lust.

"The guy controlling your nuts is Erik," Bill said. "He likes to work over trainmen when he's dressed in leather: boots, pants, jacket hat and gloves. Just his hairy, perfect chest shows while he's squeezing your balls and twisting your tits, getting you ready for an ass whipping. Sound good, Trainman?"

It did sound good. Erik, Bill and Carl were nut crushers and ass whippers. They were ganging up on him and his straining jock told him he liked it. Too much! Rico let himself be carried along by the flood of sex-heat. Rico wondered if Bill liked black leather too.

Bill spoke after Rico had writhed in sexual anguish for a long time, "Would you like to come over to our playroom for the weekend? Erik and I are looking for another slave. Carl's tired old ass can't take all the punishment we dish out anymore."

"Fuck, yes, Bill," Rico sighed, amazing himself both with the answer and his willingness to give it. Without thinking he added, "Do you dress in leather too? The thought of you in black leather makes me want to cum like a fountain."

"Yeah, I like leather. I wear knee-high engineer's boots, a cock-ring, a leather jock, leather Speedos, a chest harness, real thin gloves and a biker hat when I'm having a session. I like to use a horsewhip.

"You'd better be prepared, I really make my slaves crawl. My slaves have to like it a lot to take the abuse."

SLAVES! The thought made Rico terrified. It made him want to run away. But, more, it made his prick throb. 'Oh God, I'm so hard.'

Erik, who had not given up his handful of Rico's crotch said, "Feels like he does likes it, Bill. This dick couldn't be harder if it was cumming."

Suddenly, Erik words came true as Rico fountained in his jock sending a widening dark stain through to his trainman's pants. Rico stifled gasps of sexual gratification. He hadn't cum like this since his first blow-job in high school. 'What the hell was going on?' he thought, 'All this talk of whips and leather pants and this dude squeezing the heck out of my nuts and I cum like a teenager.'

Erik jerked his hand away from Rico's crotch.

"You came without permission, Shitface! You will pay for that tonight!"

Erik looked fierce. Rico had never thought that that beautiful face could inspire fear but he was now scared of the meeting tonight. Scared and hot as hell. His hard cock did not go down in his jism slimy jockstrap. It strained and throbbed and begged Rico to say yes and pay the price of his wanton cumming.

"Come on over tonight," Carl urged, lightly touching Rico's damp crotch with his championship ass. "You'll love it, I guarantee."

Bill, who had stood back from the whole encounter, grinned at Rico in a manner calculated to instill fear, not reassurance. "You will come over tonight, Asshole. You will buy a pair of Leather Jeans today and you will wear all the leather you've got tonight. You will look hot for your masters."

Rico couldn't think straight. All this talk about leather and masters made him compliant. He agreed to come over. Directions and times were given. The train pulled into the city and Rico had to clasp his hands in front of his stained trainman's pants as he wished a good day to the departing commuters.

Rico dashed to the trainmen's lounge after the run. It was a dirty and squalid place but there were showers. He needed a shower desperately. As he undressed, Rico paid no attention to the bantering around him. He dived for the shower and went into a sex trance when the warm water hit his body. His had a God damn boner again. Rico slowly whacked his meat in the shower as he thought about buying Leather Jeans. He didn't know where to buy them. 'Do you look Leather Jeans up in the Yellow Pages?' As his sex need escalated, as his cock throbbed harder, he knew that he would find a place. He would buy Leather Jeans today. Then, for the second time this morning, his cock erupted. Eight spurts, he counted; big ones that hit the wall of the shower. Rico slumped against the wall of the shower in orgasmic collapse.

Training a Trainman (Part 2 -- Chapter 3)

Trainman In the Leather Store

Rico looked around carefully before entering The Pleasure Chest. What the hell, if someone saw him he could always say that he was buying something for his chick. At 10 o'clock, there was no one in the store except the clerk, an old but muscular dude with a hairy chest hanging out of a leather gambler's vest. The clerk left Rico alone as he slowly walked around the store. There were whips of every possible description: riding crops with leather feathers, dog whips, bull whips, cat-o-nine-tails. There was a whole wall of paddles. Rico's ass tightened involuntarily as he thought of the pain. His cock was giving little thumps of desire again. Restraints! Handcuffs! This store was such a turn-on. There was even a display dummy decked out in full leather. But, he couldn't find Leather Jeans. He was nervous and sweaty in his off-duty Levi's. He returned to gaze at the whip display once more. He finally got up the courage to talk to the store clerk.

"Excuse me, Sir, do you carry pants?"

"What kind are you looking for, son? We don't have regular jeans like you have on."

"No," Rico blushed fiercely as he blurted out his mission, "I am looking for leather pants, for a party."

"For a party....I understand. Well, we have horsehide biker's pants, three kinds of jeans and all kinds of chaps. The chaps are really hot. We also have several designs of shorts, from Speedos to boxers. What are you looking for specifically?"

Rico felt timid for the first time since he had started at the gym, three years ago, "Leather jeans, please Sir."

The clerk picked up on his hesitation but instead of bullying Rico, he became solicitous.

"We have some really great jeans. They're in the back room so the trolls don't mess them up. You'd look really great in the pair I have in mind. What's your waist size, 30?"

"Thirty or 29 depending on the pants. My inseam's 28. I'm pretty short."

"The jeans come long; we fit the length in the store. Let's try a 28 waist to start with. Leather stretches a little and it looks best when it's tight across the butt. It shows off your basket, too," he leered. "Let's go in back."

With that, the clerk smoothly went to the front door, locked it and put up the "Closed" sign.

"We don't want to be disturbed during the fitting," he confided.

The clerk then led Rico to the back of the store. The smell of leather was so strong that Rico almost swooned. He didn't believe that his cock could get hard again but there it was throbbing in his tight jeans. The clerk went over to some shelves by the wall and picked out a pair of folded, shiny black pants.

"Let's try these on, shall we? We have a dressing room over there but you look like you could use some help getting into these. They will be very tight over that big hard-on you're showing. Why don't you let me help you get into them?"

Rico was mortified that his hard-on was so noticeable to the clerk. But the thought of dropping his skintight jeans and displaying his diamond hard prick to the clerk was strangely desirable. Rico started to unbuckle his belt without further prompting. He opened the button fly with one sweeping motion and his rampant, dripping cock was exposed! The clerk smoothly helped Rico with the jeans, folded them neatly and placed on a nearby chair. With his back to Rico, he furtively sniffed the crotch of the jeans. He then picked up the Leather Jeans and gave them to Rico.

"Step into these and I'll help you get them up; they'll be very tight. You have narrow hips but a hell of a full ass. It might be easier if you started sitting on this bench," he said indicating a leather covered pew with chains and leather restraints hanging from it.

Rico did as he was told. His cock stayed hard; he was in sex-trance for real. He sat on the pew and slowly stuck his feet into the jeans. He started to pull them up. They were very tight on his thighs and much too long. The clerk reached down and folded the excess leather of the legs into large, floppy cuffs.

"Now stand up and pull them up over your ass," the clerk instructed.

Rico did. The feel of the leather on his thighs and butt made Rico reel. He sucked in his gut and buttoned the pants. His dick was so hard that it hit his washboard belly over the fastening. He could feel his asscheeks restrained by the leather. The smell of the leather as his body heated it was heavenly. He was never going to get the zipper up. The clerk looked approvingly at the tight fit over Rico's hard butt. He motioned for Rico to come over to the set of fitting mirrors to check himself out. He placed his hands lightly on Rico's narrow leather covered hips to position him. When he was done Rico could see his ass perfectly. He wanted to fuck his own ass! He never saw a sight so sexy. His still exposed cock drooled and throbbed with heat.

"They look really good in the rear," the clerk opined. "They'll give your ass even more definition after we get the zipper closed but it doesn't look like we'll be able to do that for a while," he said, looking with awe at Rico's bone hard six and a half inches.

Rico was so hard that he would now measure over seven. His cock actually ached with its engorgement.

"Do you want a little help with that?" the clerk asked. "I've sucked quite a number of satisfied cocks in this store. I can't think of another one that I would rather suck at this moment."

"Please, Sir," was all that Rico could get out of his passion constricted throat.

"You'll have to help me out a little bit," said the clerk. "I think you're very hot but I like my boys to be a little bit more dominant. Let me get you a few thing."

With this, the clerk disappeared into the front of the store leaving Rico with his sex clouded thoughts. He stared at himself in the mirror, rampant cock jutting out of Leather Jeans, bubble-butt encased in Leather Jeans. His beautiful light-skinned torso stood our in stark contrast to the jet black Leather Jeans. It was as if this was real sex. Everything else he had ever done was just a prelude. He slowly flexed before the mirror admiring his new look. He gently brushed his hard little nipples with the back of his hand, flinching at the wave of feeling this caused. He didn't touch his cock. He couldn't. Even the thought of touching his cock would make him cum and he had a blow-job waiting.

He tried looking mean into the mirror but chuckled softly at the effect. 'That needs some work.' The chuckle had broken the cycle of ever spiraling excitement and Rico felt a modicum of control returning. Now he was getting pissed. Where was that damn clerk? He needed his blow-job now! Rico was tempted to march into the front of the store with his hard-on swinging. He thought better of it at the memory of the display windows out front. He'd come a long way in the last three hours but he was still not about to wave his hard cock, hanging out of leather trou, in a store window on Walnut street.

'What if the clerk was setting him up?' The paranoia this thought generated made his dick soften a little for the first time since he had entered the back room.

At that moment, the clerk returned carrying a small assortment of black items. If Rico was right, they were all black leather.

"Look what I brought for you. Do you like them?"

"I'm not sure what they are," said Rico, not saying 'Sir' to the clerk for the first time since entering the store. "Show me what they are and what they are used for."

Rico was still staring at the beautiful god in Leather Jeans in the mirror. That god was him. There were very few traces of subservience left in his manner now. The clerk was here to serve HIM and he'd better be quick about it.

The clerk moved briskly to show his selections. Now that they were closer, Rico could recognize the riding crop he had stared at when he first entered the shop. There was also a studded leather cock-ring and a biker's hat. The rest were various bands of leather with shiny snaps that he could only guess the use of.

"What are those things," demanded Rico pointing to the straps. "And what's that whip. You aren't going to use a whip on me."

"The whip is for your use, Sir," the clerk said softly. "You may use it in whatever manner you desire and on whomever. As for the rest, these are arm bracelets. They go around your arms above the biceps. They define your beautiful muscles. This is a chest harness. It goes over your chest and emphasizes your well developed pecs. And this....this is a dog collar and lead. It's for me, Sir. May I help you to put them on, Sir?"

Rico nodded, once again speechless with sexual need. He watched in the mirror as the clerk slowly and deliberately picked up each piece of black leather paraphernalia and skillfully installed it on the sex-god in the mirror. First, the cock-ring. It was so tight over his enraged equipment that it hurt even at its loosest setting. But, it hurt good. One by one the other bands of black leather were mounted on the sex master in the mirror. The sex master who was Rico. When they were all on, the clerk placed the black leather biker's cap on Rico's head. It fit low, the brim hiding his forehead and shadowing his eyes. Rico noticed that he didn't have to try to look mean any more. The mirror reflected a son-of-a-bitch. The clerk reverently handed Rico the feathered crop. Rico took it without hesitation, hefted it to get the feel and snapped it sharply against his leather covered thigh. 'Fuck, that hurts bad!' But he was truly into the look. He'd better get the blow-job now or he would spurt without touching his cock. 'Third time this morning,' occurred to him in a flash. He had only cum three times in one day once before. 'That third time had been such a struggle.'

"Get on your knees," Rico barked at the clerk, "and fucking quick!"

He brandished the whip menacingly and the clerk immediately obeyed. The clerk looked longingly at the dog collar but Rico ignored his silent imploring.

"Put you hands behind your back and don't move them until I tell you to. Now kiss my sweating balls. Lick them up real good."

The clerk immediately kissed and licked the hairy ball sack hanging out of the leather fly of his sex-god. Rico humped his face with his nuts, glorying in the physical sensations of the ball sucking and the mental high of watching himself in the mirror acting out the role of sex master. The clerk surreptitiously moved up and licked the underside of his aching cock. Rico watched in awe as the sex master in the mirror raised his arm and smashed the crop on the clerk's back.

"Get the fuck off of my cock, you slimy faggot! It's my balls that need attention."

The clerk jerked with a mixture of wonder, pain and pleasure. To think that the good looking, timid kid who came into the store less than half an hour ago was now cracking a whip over his back and calling him a 'faggot!' This was heaven. He immediately went back to the balls that were the task assigned to him by his master.

Rico also reacted to the crack of the whip. 'This is what's missing.' He realized with amazement that he was going to cum just from getting his balls sucked. As he approached the brink for the third time this morning, he understood that it was the leather, the mirror, the whip and his SLAVE driving him to this glorious peak of sexual gratification. He was, indeed, at that peak. He whipped his slave three more times and came. He shot all over, ten good shots over the head of his worshiper. Then his cock oozed cum over the head of his slave.

"Cocksucker; Motherfucking Faggot, Balllicking Cumdrinking Pervert Whore," Rico ejaculated. "Shitlicking Asshole, You Made Me Cum," he sighed.

Rico collapsed on the bench, gasping and moaning. As he returned from his semi-unconscious state, he noticed that the right leg of his leathers was now coated with a huge spray of cum.

"You faggot. You came on my leathers. Lick it off, NOW!, Scumbag," said Rico, once more brandishing the crop.

The clerk did just that. He lovingly licked Rico's leathers clean all the while murmuring, "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Sir."

Rico beat a soft tattoo on the clerk with his crop to keep him interested.

The rest of that morning in the leather store was much more normal. The clerk removed all of Rico's extra sex paraphernalia, one piece at a time. He then tucked Rico's deflated cock into the jeans and zipped them up for the fitting. They were tight as hell against Rico's supersensitive cock. With the measurements taken, the clerk took the pants over to a work area, trimmed them and ran them through a heavy duty sewing machine. When Rico tried them on, they fit perfectly.

One more odd thing happened in the store. The clerk gave the pants to Rico even though they were clearly marked $250.

"Just bring them back for cleaning once in a while," the clerked requested.

Rico was sure that he would.

All this took two and a half of his four hours off. Rico had learned a lot this morning about his sexual cravings. About leather and whips and cock-rings and masters and slaves. He knew what turned him on. Now all he had to do for the next hour or so was worry about the session tonight. Would he like being the slave? Would he like being the recipient of a hard ass beating -- horsewhips and leather paddles? And most of all, would he like being fucked? Though Rico worried, there was no doubt in his mind that he would go to his appointment tonight. He had to try all of the facets of this new leather sex.

Back in the trainmen's lounge he climbed once more into his tight, and now crusty, jockstrap and his stained trainman's pants. He attacked the stain with paper towels and cold water which only made it more noticeable. He picked up his ticket punch and reported to his train. Who could tell what the night would bring. It had been a hell-of-a day so far.

Part 3 Chapters 4 and 5

The story so far: In part one, Enrico (Rico) Rona, a short, good-looking Trainman top, has been having fantasies about some of the commuters he sees on his train. One day his fantasies start to come true but with a dark twist involving bottoming for a trio of leather studs. In spite of himself, Rico gets so hot at the thought of leather sex with these guys that he agrees to try out for Leather Boy of the Weekend at their place. In part two, Rico visits a leather store to be outfitted with some of the appropriate gear. This visit has some unintended but very pleasurable consequences that indicate to Rico that he is on the right track. His supply of cum should be very depleted by now but.....

OFF DUTY TRAINMAN

Rico made it home with no further adventures. He did not see any of his three dream guys on the way home. He never did. They did not take Rico's train. Rico did see a real cute, baby-butch, blond Penn student getting on at 30th Street station. Hairless and buffed, he had the cocky attitude of someone who got as much sex as he could handle. But, he was talking to a girl all the way to Paoli. She stole glances at his succulent crotch when she thought no one was looking. He put his hand on her thigh whenever she would let him. 'What a waste,' Rico thought. He withdrew to the vestibule to sweat out the ride to Parksburg. He then had to come back with the train to Fraser before he could tie up and go home for the weekend. One good thing about his job was that he didn't have to work weekends.

When Rico entered the door of his rented townhouse, he tore open the bag he had brought from the Pleasure Chest. There they were, Leather Jeans! Rico raised them to his face and lasciviously sniffed the intoxicating smell. The leather smell was now slightly mixed with the smell of his sweat and cum. He imagined that he could also smell the clerk's saliva. Slowly he put the Leather Jeans down on the sofa. He only had an hour and a half before his "date" and he was supposed to be dressed in as much leather as he had. Rico had been thinking about the rest of his leather wardrobe off and on all day. He had a biker's jacket -- he even had a bike. He also had short engineer's boots for his riding. Both of those would do fine. But he didn't have a hat. He also didn't have any of the other accessories that the clerk had lovingly placed on him that morning except...he did have a wrist band of black leather that closed with a snap. He considered using it as a cock-ring but didn't know if it would fit.

He took the Leather Jeans with him as he went to the hall closet and took out the biker's jacket. Then he bounded upstairs, rooted through his closet, and found his boots. With an economy of motion fueled by pure lust, he stripped off his trainman's uniform and left it in a heap on the bed. His cock was rising fast at the thought of being encased in Leather Jeans. He had to work fast; he didn't want to have to beat off again so that he could get into them. Rico sat on the bed and pulled the Leather Jeans over his legs noting the way they gently squeezed his thighs. Then he stood up. Christ, his cock was full hard again. How was he going to get the fly closed? He pressed his cock painfully up to his belly and slightly over to the right. Then he gave a cautious tug on the zipper, mindful not to catch pubes or cock in the teeth. He had decided in the Pleasure Chest that he was never going to wear underwear with these Leather Jeans. After a little while, he was successful in zipping up. The tight black leather strained over his iron hard cock actually revealing the profile of the big vein on the underside.

"Fuck, I forgot the cock-ring," he said aloud.

He went to his belt drawer and rummaged around until he found the wristband, looked at it dubiously. He then pondered whether to try extracting his rampant cock from the Leather Jeans once more to try on this band that probably wouldn't fit anyway. He had also removed his two inch wide black garrison belt from the drawer. Sometimes he wore this with jeans when he was riding. He always seemed to pick up dudes who really wanted their asses worked over when he wore it. One guy had even begged him to use the belt on his ass before he fucked him but Rico hadn't done it. He had smacked his ass with his hand until it was crimson and then fucked the dude silly..... but enough daydreaming!

"O.K., we'll try the ring," Rico again said aloud. Some people who live alone talked aloud to themselves, but Rico never did.

He slowly slipped the zipper down and extracted his cock. But he couldn't get his balls out of the opening so he undid the button and slipped the Leather Jeans off of his tight, hard butt and slender hips. He fumbled with the band for a long time. He hadn't watched the clerk put the cock-ring on his equipment so now he had to find out how to do it by trial and error. What made it even harder was the fact that the combination of hard, thick cock and uptight balls made it difficult to find a place to put the strap. Finally he found the right spot and snapped the band around his jock.

Both his cock and his balls started to ache gently. This band was a bit smaller than the one in the Pleasure Chest. Rico waited a minute, decided that it felt good anyway and tugged the Leather Jeans back over his hips. He could button them pretty easily if he sucked in. But the zipper was a different story. His cock was even harder than it had been before and the ring brought his balls up where the pressure of the Leather Jeans bore directly on them. When he had finally closed the zipper he could feel the pressure on his balls and cock shift as he moved. If he tensed one of his asscheeks, the pressure increased. If he tensed both of them, he could imagine passing out from the pressure. He slowly took a few steps and grimaced at the mixture of pain and pleasure shooting from his crotch. He walked around a bit faster, noting that the leather already had some give and the walking was becoming more of a pure pleasure. 'O.K.,' he thought.

'Boots are next.' They also turned out to be a challenge. They had to be pulled on with a serious tug. But getting his arms down to his feet cramped his balls in his new leather armor. After another bout of pleasure-pain, the boots were on and the Leather Jeans neatly pulled down over the uppers. Rico stood up. He was slightly dizzy from the sex heat and the constant pressure on his balls. But he was happy.

'Now the jacket.' Rico's biker jacket was an expensive, genuine horsehide one with all the right zippers and studs. He noticed that the waist seemed looser than it normally did because of the constraining Leather Jeans. He just pulled the zipper up to his naval.

He walked to the bathroom. He turned on the light. He stared. The hot leather dude in the mirror had a bitchin chest. His leathers caressed the buffed thighs and calves of a shortish sex-god. The Leather Jeans showed his cock in bas-relief. Could it possibly be that big and hard? Rico slowly turned sideways peering at the obscene bulge of his dick and the huge, firm mounds of his black-leather-encased bubble-butt in profile. He turned further, trying to see the whole of his ass encased in the tight leather. He could see that each cheek was molded into the leather that strained up into his asscrack. 'That was what's putting pressure on my balls!' But try as he would, Rico could not get a good shot of his butt in the Leather Jeans in a natural pose. Somewhere he had a hand mirror. Where?

In the third drawer that Rico searched, he found a hand mirror so dirty that he could not use it without wiping it off. This caused more walking and more stimulation of his cock, balls and ass by his Leather Jeans. Rico was sweating. Finally he returned to the bathroom. He turned his back to the wall mirror and held the hand mirror up to gape at his leather covered ass. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Rico stared at those black leather mounds of heaven. He slipped into a reverie knowing that that beautiful butt would soon be subject to a savage whipping by Bill and Erik.

Slowly Rico extended his free hand back to caress his right cheek. Even the slightest touch on the leather covered melon shifted the pressure on his cock and balls. It was as if all his sex equipment was connected in parallel to the generator at Hoover Dam. Electric flashes of pleasure zapped from his ass to his cock. Rico raised his right hand slightly and gave his ass a gentle slap. Waves of pleasure caressed his rampant dick as the Leather Jeans transmitted the motion. Then another slap. Then another. The slaps got harder. Rico's breathing grew uneven, panting along with the slaps. The sound of his leather covered ass being slapped added to his passion. The sight in the mirror was mesmerizing. With little warning, Rico's cock exploded. It pumped so many times that Rico lost count.

The orgasm was so intense that he barely had time to set the hand mirror down before the involuntary twitches of ecstasy consumed him. His Leather Jeans filled with steamy jism from a reserve Rico had never tapped before. He staggered to the toilet and sat down. Else he would have fallen. He almost blacked out. Five, ten, twenty minutes passed and Rico sat on the john in his leathers. He didn't bother to clean up. He truly couldn't move.

He finally roused himself enough to look at his watch.

"Holy shit!"

He was already ten minutes late for his appointment with Bill and Erik. And it was a twenty minute drive from his house. Rico jumped up and yelled in serious pain. The huge floods of jism in his Leather Jeans had dried and his pubes, cock and balls were all stuck to the leather. Standing up had shifted the strain over his basket and the whole sticky mess had been pulled up painfully. He could feel that some of his pubes had been pulled out of his skin. His cock felt raw and sensitive. Already soft, it pulled inward reflexively.

'God, what a mess I am,' Rico thought.

But he looked in the mirror and noted that he was not a mess. He was a damn sexy leather stud. So what if he had the biggest load of cum he'd ever shot crusted in his Leather Jeans. 'That's what leather sex is all about.' With this thought, he walked briskly down the stairs, picked up his bike keys and his helmet, grabbed the slip of paper with Bill's address on in and walked out of the house.

He had to pull at his crotch several times as the cum finally let go and the motion caused a renewed stirring in his dick. He mounted his bike, kick started it like a real biker and roared away to the fate that awaited him. In the meantime, the vibrations of the bike and the leather cock-ring and jeans had Rico aching, burning hard by the first stoplight.

Rico now knew that he liked an ass slapping. Fuck, he loved an ass slapping; he'd cum like a fountain. Whether an ass beating with black leather whips administered by Bill and Erik would be as pleasant remained to be discovered. 'And Erik liked to squeeze balls. And Bill used a horsewhip. And where would Carl be?' Carl was the start of all this, teasing Rico with his ass, begging for a beating. Would Rico get to be a real leather master with Carl?

TRAINMAN'S BOOT CAMP

Rico's balls began to ache in earnest about ten minutes into the ride. The cock-ring, the tight Leather Jeans coupled with the vibrations and bounces of the bike produced first mild discomfort followed by serious hurt. It was twilight and several times Rico caught passing drivers eyeing his leathers hungrily. By the time he was in the neighborhood of the 'playroom' he was apprehensive. Bill's was a big old house set far back from the road.

Isolated.

As Rico dismounted from his bike in the side yard, he noticed that, while his balls ached, his cock was about two thirds hard. His six and a half inches showed down his right thigh. But it wasn't really firm.

'Face it; you're scared, leather-boy,' he thought to himself. The image of the leather paddles he had seen in the Pleasure Chest grew larger in his mind. The ache in his balls seemed to transform into a fire in his ass cheeks. He approached the front door. He rang the doorbell.

After a long wait, Bill appeared. Rico was instantly in heaven. He could not tear his eyes away from Bill's leather shorts. They were Speedos! They clung to his narrow hips; they emphasized his huge bulge; they wrapped themselves around a pair of the most gorgeous buns ever put on earth. When his eyes finally moved from Bill's mid-section, he saw hairless, muscular legs encased from the knee down in shiny black engineer's boots. Upward, there was a wide expanse of muscular chest set off by the black leather bands of his chest harness. A shiny leather biker's cap rode low on his head, hooding his eyes. Eyes that burned with anger. Bill was obviously really pissed at him.

"You're late, Asshole."

The horsewhip that Rico hadn't seen until then snaked out and bit his left thigh. Bill pulled him inside by the shoulder and shut the door. He kept his hand on Rico's shoulder and was suddenly pressing down. Rico bent at the waist giving Bill a clean shot at his leather covered bubble-butt. Bill took immediate advantage. Five extremely sharp cracks with the horsewhip striped Rico's ass right through the black leather of his new jeans.

"God, stop, Man," Rico wailed, "that really hurts, Man!"

"You're motherfucking late, you slimy, cocksucking, lazy Trainman," Bill shouted as he gave Rico five more searing blows with the whip.

Rico was approaching a panic reaction. He was ready to cut and run. This was not sex, not gratification, not what he wanted at all. The quick view of Bill's bitchin body in leather was the only pleasure he'd had since he left his townhouse. Everything else had just hurt. Bill seemed to be one step ahead of him as he hauled back Rico's arms and caught his wrists in a steely grip. Handcuffs appeared out of nowhere and Rico found himself semi-immobilized with aching balls and ass.

"Get down on your knees."

Rico found that this was harder to do with his hands cuffed behind his back that he would have imagined. He was off balance and he hurt. When he recovered his equilibrium, he found his eyes on a level with Bill's leather Speedos.

"Don't be late again, Asshole, or you'll get twenty," Bill said as he tilted his crotch to one side and slowly brought his right hand, encased in the finest black kidskin, down to rearrange his fully packed basket.

"Damn, but whipping ass always gives me a hard-on," he complained as he lovingly fondled his black leather covered cock. Rico's eyes bulged and his cheeks flamed. 'He must have nine inches,' he thought as he gazed longingly at the huge leather covered mound. He could feel the heat flowing from that mound. He could smell the hot black leather, the sweat, the dried cum. His cock throbbed with lust. The fire in his ass and the ache in his balls added to his passion.

"Please, Master...," he croaked, "please let me lick your leathers. I'll make you feel good, Master."

"So the teasing Trainman, the faggot Trainman who plays Peeping Tom and then goes out on the vestibule and beats off, wants to lick some leathers, does he? If you want to lick my leathers, Scumbag, you'll have to start with my boots."

This was a new thought for Rico, though not unpleasant. The leather that had turned him on before covered rampant dicks and hard butt-cheeks. But the leather of Bill's engineer's boots had the same smell. Rico bent over tentatively, still finding it awkward with his hands cuffed behind his back. As his face approached the high engineer's boots, the smell of hot shiny leather overwhelmed him. He drew in deep sensuous breaths of the aphrodisiac.

"Well, get on with it, Scumbag!" Bill barked. "Lick up those leathers. I want to see them shine with spit. I want you to lick the polish off 'til you get to the raw leather, all smelly with my sweat and the cum of my other slaves."

Rico licked, at first with a reserve born of the consciousness of his debasement. He was still aware of the sharp pain in his butt. He was uncomfortable because of the cuffs that held his hands behind his back. But as he licked, he grew more ardent. Soon he was wetting large swaths of the proffered boots. Bill's whip reappeared. This time it snapped on his leather covered back; this time it felt good. The strokes were a prodding to increase the enthusiasm with which he licked Bill's boots. The strokes or the leather or something was working. Rico groaned in sexual rut and drooled huge amounts of saliva on Bill's boots.

Finally, Bill said, "You're liking those boots aren't you, Slave? You like the black leather boots of your master."

Rico could only grunt in affirmation. His mouth was full of black leather boot. A steady tattoo of whip cracks was assaulting his back and his leather covered ass. His cock was steely in its ring and leather covering.

Bill abruptly withdrew the saliva soaked boot from Rico's reach. Rico strained and moaned to recapture his desire but he could not.

"Stand up, you sick ass sack of shit." Bill commanded. He put his wet and shiny boot on a chair. Rico stood with difficulty. Bill grabbed his cock and balls through the stretched leather of his jeans and squeezed. Seriously squeezed. Rico let out a moan of pain and desire. Bill opened Rico's fly and roughly pulled out his cock and balls.

Bill pulled Rico over to his boot on the chair. He pushed him so that his hot dick was touching the wet leather of his boot.

"Hump that boot, motherfucker." Bill barked, "Rub that sissy cock against your master's spitty boot."

He watched as Rico's eyes glazed over in sex heat. He saw Rico tense up with the intensity of his need to rub his rampant dick against the boot. Bill once more used the whip to prod Rico to greater exertions; he lightly smacked Rico's leather covered ass cheeks with the crop setting the pace of his humping. The whipping grew subtly harder and faster. Rico humped in rhythm. Rico was gasping for air and rubbing his cock against the leather boot, his balls rising in pre-orgasmic delight.

"Oh, Master I love your boot, I love your body, I love your whip, I love your smell, I love your taste, I love your whip, whip my ass...." Rico babbled.

Then he came. Huge spurts of warm jism shot several feet in the air and landed on Bill's leg and black leather boot. Rico thought he was exploding. His cock, balls and ass were on fire. Bill added to the sensation by pinching his left tit with the kidskin gloved hand. Rico actually fell over. He was still off balance because of the cuffs and the orgasm had been so intense that he could no longer exert the effort it took to remain upright.

Bill laughed rather gently as he prodded Rico with his boot.

"Enjoyed that, didn't you, little leather boy. Trainman got his nut, didn't he."

As Rico slowly recovered his sense of the world surrounding him, Bill brought his cummy boot up to his face, "Lick your cruddy cum off of my boot, Slaveboy." He demanded. "Lick it all up. I'll teach a shit-ass Slaveboy like you to cum on his Master's boot."

As Rico started licking the delicious warm cum off of the shiny boot, Bill once more stroked him gently with the whip. Because of his position on the floor, most of the stimulation was aimed at his sensitive tits. But an occasional graze hit his unprotected dick, not yet fully deflated with fulfillment. Rico was in heaven. The slight jolts of the whip simulated the after shots of orgasm. His cock drooled in time with the whip's caresses. He continued to lick up the cum from the boot and then went farther up the leg until he had removed the last drop of his tribute to Bill's sexual attraction. He once again collapsed in a heap at Bill's feet. He blacked out.

Part 4 -- Chapters 6 and 7

The story so far: In part one, Enrico (Rico) Rona, a short, good-looking Trainman top, has been having fantasies about some of the commuters he sees on his train. One day his fantasies start to come true but with a dark twist involving bottoming for a trio of leather studs. In spite of himself, Rico gets so hot at the thought of leather sex with these guys that he agrees to try out for Leather Boy of the Weekend at their place. In part two, Rico visits a leather store to be outfitted with some of the appropriate gear. This visit has some unintended but very pleasurable consequences that indicate to Rico that he is on the right track. In part 3, Rico has an affair with his mirror, then keeps his date. He learns that boots have more uses than keeping your feet out of the dirt. Now, he has a sore ass, sore balls and he SHOULD be completely drained but....

TRAINING SESSION

Rico slowly regained his senses. He heard muffled sounds of sexual lust from the next room. Slurps and smacks and 'Oh, God's.' He noticed that his hands were now free and that his cock had been tucked into his Leather Jeans. His Leather Jeans were zipped all the way closed. There was a hat on his head that hadn't been there before. He struggled to his feet and noticed a mirror across the room. He stiffly walked over to the glass and looked at himself in admiration. The biker's hat fit perfectly. It set off the slightly sinister, very sexy look of the rest of his leathers. 'I'd fuck him,' he thought as he cupped his leather covered basket with one hand and tilted his hip in an inviting pose. The distinctive slap of leather on leather snapped Rico out of his reverie. 'Better check out what's going on down the hall,' he thought.

Unconsciously, Rico started a sexy strut. It was partly the raised heels of his boots, partly the tight caress of the black leather over his cock, balls and whip-stung bubble-butt. Mostly it was the attitude created by the leather sex he had experienced over the last 12 hours. He'd been a master and a slave and a narcissistic masturbator. Now he was a short, muscular leather stud out to see what further stimulation was available in this wanton house.

Rico noticed a black leather implement sitting on the chair by the door. It was about an inch and a half wide at the handle and three inches on the business end. It had some hard material, maybe wood, stitched between two pieces of black leather for about a foot and a half. About six more inches of just black leather extended beyond the core: two loose flaps. Rico picked up the paddle and swung it lightly toward the palm of his left hand. It stung! He then took a medium swing and slapped his right thigh. 'Wow, that really stings. I wonder if I get to use it or if it gets used on me?' Remarkably undisturbed by either answer to the unspoken question, Rico strutted out the door and down the hall.

Looking in the door to the next bedroom made Rico's dick stir once more. 'God, how can I keep getting hard?' he wondered. Inside Erik's beautiful swimmer's body encased in skintight leather pants, knee-high engineer's boots that gleamed with a full spit-shine and biker's jacket open at the waist stood behind Carl. Carl who was strung up to the ceiling by his wrists. Carl who was naked from the waist up. Carl who was encased in black leather Wranglers from the waist down. Carl whose nipples were being squeezed and twisted by Erik's leather gloved hands. Carl who was moaning in pain and lust, whose crotch bulged obscenely with what appeared to be eight inches of enraged dick.

Erik looked around when a sigh escaped Rico's lips.

"You finally woke up? Christ, they don't make trainmen like they used to. Bill told me all he had you do was one boot-cum. Then you passed out for an hour. What a poof!"

As Erik spoke, he ceased twisting Carl's nipples and grabbed a paddle like the one in Rico's hand. He walked deliberately behind Carl, turned to face halfway between Rico and Carl and raised his arm.

"O.K., Trainman, want to learn how to please an ass with leather? Carl's ass loves a good whipping and he's not particular as to who's whipping it. You watch for a little while and I'll let you in on some of the secrets. Carl, do you want your ass whipped?"

"Oh, fuck yes, Master. Whip my beautiful ass; make it hot. Make it crave your big hard dick. Whip it hard and whip it long."

Rico noticed that Carl was not wearing his ugly glasses. He also noticed that Carl had a beautiful, hairless, streamlined torso on top of his perfect leather covered bubble-butt. The nipples that Erik had been working on were small but erect masterworks on top of nicely developed pecs stretched taut by the position in which Carl was suspended. Carl's face was twisted around to gaze in lust at his tormentor and at Rico. Slowly taking in the whole scene, Rico caught sight of Erik's tapered torso under the biker's jacket. It was covered with fine, straight brown hair in a pattern extending from his fully furred, round, capacious pecs to a line diving behind his leather pants right above his basket. Erik's basket looked like it was filled with an iron bar and two extra large hen's eggs. The black leather of Erik's pants was so thin and so taut that Rico could see signs of Erik's full bush through them. 'Christ, do his pubes get a hard-on too?' Rico wondered.

"Now watch as I start the whipping," Erik said in a quite conversational tone. He brought the paddle down on Carl's leather covered ass with a medium swing. The hard part snapped smartly against Carl's right butt cheek.

"Thank you, Master."

"Now the left cheek," Erik instructed. He cocked his arm at a slightly different angle and the leather paddle caught the left buttock full on. The smacking sound was louder this time and Carl groaned before intoning the "Thank you, Master" mantra.

"Now you want to hit both cheeks with equal force," he said as the paddle landed on Carl's leather Wranglered ass. "Notice that the flaps missed his ass entirely and he took the full stoke of the wood on both cheeks."

"Oh, thank you, Master," Carl sighed. "You make my ass so hot with your whipping. Whip me all night, please."

Carl was starting to sway in his restraints to the rhythm of the paddle. Erik was hitting him about once every fifteen seconds. Erik would stop occasionally to point out subtle techniques like bringing the paddle up from below so the fleshy area of Carl's ass where it joined his leather covered thighs would feel the sting.

"That's a really sensitive area around the lower butt. Don't forget it when you are working over a slave, Rico. With a lot of slaves, you work over the thighs also but Carl is a butt man, aren't you, Asswipe?" Erik questioned as he gave Carl a particularly hard whip on both cheeks.

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. My ass was made for your whip. Oh, God, it is so hot, Master."

Abruptly, Erik stopped the whipping. Carl begged for more but Erik stepped up to Carl and grabbed both of his ass cheeks in his leather gloved hand.

"You can tell if you are whipping hard enough if you can feel the heat from the beaten butt through the leather of his pants and the leather of your gloves. Yeah, this is radiating heat," Erik said as he roughly felt and squeezed the leather covered ass.

"Come over here, Trainman; grab yourself a hunk of the hardest, hottest ass on the Parksburg line. Feel that hard muscle radiate sex heat. When you get it hot enough, it'll draw the cum right out of you when you fuck between those cheeks."

Rico hesitantly stepped over toward the tied up sex object with the hot, hard-beaten leather covered ass. As he raised his hand to the leather covered butt, he could feel the heat radiating from four inches away. He grabbed a handful of the ass that he had dreamed of possessing for all these weeks. He squeezed it, spread it, smacked it tentatively and finally rubbed his thundering cock against it through the two layers of leather -- his Leather Jeans and Carl's leather Wranglers. The heat enveloped his crotch. He let off a small stream of pre-cum. He was ready to shoot!

Erik noticed and pulled Rico away, quickly.

"Whoa, Trainman, not so fast. You'll l have to earn the next cum by learning to whip ass the way that Carl likes it. That's the first thing you have to learn, actually. Find out the way your slave likes to have his ass whipped and use the techniques he likes. Carl, here, likes the leather paddle. And he likes it on his ass only. He's really vanilla. A lot of better slaves like horsewhips or cat-o-nine-tails, some even like bullwhips. Most of them like it on their thighs, some even like it on their bare backs and bare tits. This wimp only likes it on his leather covered ass. No marks for his wife to question him about. The only reason I humor him is that he has THE prime ass for whipping and fucking in the county. Don't you, Asswipe?" Erik asked as he felt up the hot leather covered ass once more.

"Yes, Master. I do have the best ass in Chester county. It's always hungry for your paddle and your iron-hard dick. Please, let me have more. Please heat up my leather covered bubble-butt with your black leather paddle. Please!"

"Come here, Rico. Stand over here and I'll teach you the art of whipping ass."

Rico walked over to where Erik was now standing. Erik placed his leather gloved hands gently on Rico's leather covered, slim hips positioning him just so behind the panting Carl.

"We picked out that paddle for you especially, Rico. It's a little shorter than the one I use but it should fit your natural swing perfectly. Get the feel of it. There's two business ends of this paddle. Notice that the part with the wood core is slightly flexible. The wood is very thin oak and it has a nice heft. You use the wood part to give an ass a solid smack, usually on both cheeks. Try a swing on that black leather covered slut in front of you."

Rico raised his arm and brought the solid wood part of the leather covered paddle down on both of Carl's leather covered butt cheeks. A small sigh came from Carl. A large roar came from Erik.

"WHIP ASS, TRAINMAN! This ain't no tea party. Whip that ass like you meant it. That's one tough, leather covered ass under your paddle. You've got to make him feel it through the leather and all that hard muscle! Use that paddle like a leather stud and not like a wimp."

Rico raised his arm once more and smashed the paddle against the iron hard, leather clad ass cheeks. The loud sound of leather hitting leather cracked about the room.

"Oh, thank you, Master.!" Carl shrieked as he writhed about. "You whip ass good. Real good."

Erik said nothing but he smiled slightly as Rico raised his arm for another blow. This second blow fell and then a third; then more. Rico was getting the rhythm. The room reverberated with the sounds of leather impacts and the sex crazed cries of "Thank you, Master; you're good, Master. Whip my ass, Master. Make it red. Make it hot."

Erik told Rico to stop.

"Now, let me show you the second feature of this particular paddle. The flaps on the end are for stinging. After you have the ass hot enough, you use the flaps to drive the slave wild. They work best on the sides of the ass cheeks and at the base. When you use the flaps, the wood stock shouldn't hit the ass at all. It's acts as a lever. It allows you to hit the ass harder with the flaps. Here let me show you."

Erik used his own paddle. He withdrew his arm slightly from the position he had held it in before and swung forward. The tips of the two leather flaps reported like a rifle shot as they gave the side of Carl's right cheek a stinging kiss.

"Oh, God; oh, fuck, oh, motherfucker; you motherfucker, oh, my ass!"

"See? These flaps can really stir a slave up good. You try."

Rico took what he thought was the correct stance, cocked his arm and swung at Carl's left cheek. He tried hard to use only the flaps. Instead he missed the target entirely, spinning half way around. He blushed crimson under his biker's cap. The flush carried all the way down to his chest. His pecs became mottled with pink blotches. Erik restrained his laughter and walked up behind Rico. He pulled him close and positioned him properly. With his leather covered hand, he grabbed Rico's whip hand, pulled it back and guided Rico's paddle flaps to a perfect landing on Carl's ass. The resounding crack and Carl's fulminations told Rico that he had done it right this time. He tried again. This time Erik let Rico's arm alone. The leather flaps cracked resoundingly against the bottom of Carl's right cheek.

"You ass-wrecking, leather-whipping, son-of-a-bitch Trainman! You're killing my ass. Oh, it smarts. It burns. It hurts. Whip it, whip it good. OH!"

Rico got off another and another. He was becoming aware of a leather covered iron bar nestled between his leather covered ass cheeks. Erik had never backed away from the position he took up to instruct Rico in ass lashing. He now was pressing his dick in-between Rico's cheeks and reaching around to grab Rico's tits in his leather gloved fingers. Erik pinched hard with Rico's next swing. The crack of the leather, Carl's wail and the sharp pain from his mauled tits made Rico pant. His hips dry-humped while Erik's dick made the Leather Jeans even tighter over his diamond hard cock. Rico whipped Carl's beautiful leather ass in a controlled frenzy. The control came from Erik's tit twisting rhythm as did the frenzy.

"Oh, fuck, Erik," Rico gasped, "pinch my tits, hump my ass; God, I'm gonna cum!"

After taking one final swing at Carl's ass, Rico pumped an unbelievable fountain of hot cum into his Leather Jeans. His climax was so great that Rico sobbed with overwhelmed emotion. Erik held on to Rico so that he wouldn't collapse. After a while, he gently half-carried Rico over to a chair and placed the panting leather boy carefully in it. Erik then turned his attention back to Carl.

"So, Asswipe, you ready to get fucked? You want eight inches up your trainman-whipped ass?"

Carl was not responding. In fact, he looked like a dead leather slave, hanging limply from the restraints in the ceiling.

"Carl! You ready to get fucked?" Erik shouted.

Carl finally stirred, then groaned, "Let me down, Erik. I can't get fucked now. The son-of-a-bitching Trainman whipped me 'til I came. I never came just from a whipping before, not even a whipping from you."

Erik came over to Carl and carefully removed his wrists from the chains reaching to the ceiling. Carl also had to be half-carried to a chair. His skin was cool and clammy from the sweat that was drying on him. Carl winced when his ass hit the chair even though Erik was handling him very gently.

Finally Carl looked up at Rico, "God damn, Trainman, but you can whip ass!"

Erik gave up. Both his sex partners were completely cummed out. He lay down on the bed, opened his leather crotch and pulled out his hard, furry eight inches. He couldn't even get a dick licking from this crew of satiated leather boys so he took his dick in hand and slowly beat off.

"You leather slaves will be sorry that I had to beat off," he growled.

But neither of the leather boys paid any attention. Erik really didn't mean it anyway. This was one of the hottest episodes he had ever been a part of. Just the memory of the hot, hard leather covered ass flexing and massaging his cock as Rico whipped Carl's ass made quick work of Erik's jack off. He came with shots that hit the headboard, high on the headboard. He shot five full and eight short shots. This Trainman was doing good things to his sex life. He was glad he had talked to Chris that day.....

A TRAINMAN'S REFLECTIONS

Rico opened his eyes and lazily looked around the room. On the bed lay Erik, his deflated cock nested in sticky pubes, surrounded by his thin, skin-tight black leather pants. A look of total satisfaction was on his face. Carl lay on his stomach on the bed next to Erik. He was asleep with an angelic grin on his plain face. His killer ass was raised slightly off the bed, still inviting sexual excesses by its mere appearance in black leather Wranglers. 'I guess his ass still smarts something fierce,' thought Rico. 'Come to think of it, mine does too.'

Rico reached behind to rub his own leather covered ass that had felt the searing blows of Bill's horsewhip. For the first time since early this morning the sight (or thought) of studs in leather failed to get a rise out of Rico's cock. 'Maybe that's because I came 6 times since breakfast,' thought Rico ruefully, continuing to rub his sore ass gently. Thinking further about his 6 cums, Rico realized that he hadn't had one blow-job -- though the clerk in the store had sucked his balls -- nor had he fucked one ass. Actually, four of his six cums had occurred while he was enduring some sort of controlled pain -- ball squeezing, nipple torture, ass slapping, horsewhipping, His two other cums had been caused by masturbation while thinking about Leather Jeans and having his balls sucked while whipping the clerks back. 'Oh, yeah, I was whipping Carl while Erik twisted my nipples in cum number 6.' Rico corrected. Quite a one-day tally for an exclusively top stud-muffin.

Did he like it? Yeah, he liked it a lot. He didn't think that he was turned off to blow-jobs and ass fucking. He really liked both of them and he still wanted to fuck Carl's hard bubble-butt for sure. 'I guess my horizons have just been expanded, not turned upside down,' Rico mentally summarized as he drifted back to unconsciousness, actual sleep for the first time today. Some time later during the night, Rico was aware of a presence, probably Bill -- but not in leather, quietly moving around the room placing blankets on the exhausted leather studs. When he approached Rico, he covered him gently then touched his lips to Rico's. Even in his sleep daze, Rico felt the electricity of that kiss. He drifted over the edge once more, contemplating this, his first kiss from a man.

Part 5 -- Chapter 8

The story so far:

In part 1, Enrico (Rico) Rona, a short, good-looking Trainman top, has been having fantasies about some of the commuters he sees on his train. One day his fantasies start to come true but with a dark twist involving bottoming for a trio of leather studs. In spite of himself, Rico gets so hot at the thought of leather sex with these guys that he agrees to try out for Leather Boy of the Weekend at their place.

In part 2, Rico visits a leather store to be outfitted with some of the appropriate gear. This visit has some unintended but very pleasurable consequences that indicate to Rico that he is on the right track.

In part 3, Rico has an affair with his mirror, then keeps his date with Bill's horsewhip. He also learns that boots have more uses than keeping your feet out of the dirt.

In part 4, Erik becomes Rico's first teacher in a formal class and he passes with flying colors. According to Carl, the colors are predominantly pink and red. Later that evening Rico reflects on his day and determines that he is having a blast (6 in fact) and finally he catches a hint of Bill's feelings for him. He couldn't possibly learn any more or cum anymore. But then there's an.....

EXTRA-BOARD CALL

Get up you lazy fuckers. Get your sorry asses out of bed. The sun is up; the coffee is brewed and I need some help with breakfast," Bill chanted as he shook and swatted the three leather fuckers.

Carl yelped when Bill swatted his ass. Rico did likewise. Rico felt uncomfortable all over from sleeping on his stomach. But the excessive pain in his ass from the playful swat showed him why he was sleeping that way. Erik, who hadn't been subject to ass punishment, awoke to find Bill pinching his prominent nipples harder than we wanted at that hour of the morning.

"Fuck off, Asshole," Erik shouted at Bill, sweeping the hand of his friend from his furry pecs. "Why didn't you let me sleep; we've got all day?"

"Erik, are you forgetting that we have two guys with sore asses? You know what that means." After a long, significant pause during which Rico could not fathom what was going on, Bill continued, "ASS MASSAGE!"

Erik grinned at this statement. Carl beamed and started to roll over to get out of bed.

"God damn!" he screamed as his sore ass touched the bed. "I forgot that you two fuckers held a contest to see who could whip my ass the hardest and the longest. I think you both won."

Carl rolled back on his stomach and push-upped himself upright. He crawled off the bed, stood up and stretched his elegant torso making wonderful muscles to the delight of his audience. He then gingerly brought his hands back to touch his magnificent leather Wrangler covered ass.

"Christ, I'm going to have to get a transplant," he said ruefully as he lightly rubbed his black leather sex-melons. The look on his face belied his words. Ever since Bill mentioned Ass Massage, Carl's face had the look of a child promised candy.

Rico learned from Carl's experience and arose ass up, backing off of the bed on his hands and knees. He stood. He unzipped the leather biker jacket in which he had slept. A whiff of stale male sex odors drifted to his nostrils. Sweat and cum and hot leather, a not unpleasant combination. He also stretched and in doing so showed off his large pecs and tapered, washboard stomach to the other three for the first time. Bill and Carl and Erik applauded. 'This is amazing. I've had sex with all three of these dudes yet they've never seen my chest. Not to mention cock, balls and ass. Yet I feel closer to them than I've ever felt to anyone.'

"Butch chest, Trainman. I like the little sprinkling of hair on your pecs. Your skin is so smooth and beautiful."

This from Erik who got up himself and likewise unzipped and stretched. His tan, swimmer's chest with its pattern of silky brown hair pointing like an arrow to his cock made Rico gasp. In the morning sunlight, the thin hairs took on an old-gold glow that made the magnificent chest appear to glisten. Then, unselfconsciously, Erik looked down, saw that his pecker was still hanging out of his thin leather pants and popped the waist button. In one motion he skinned the leathers off of his hips and down his tapered, muscular legs. He adroitly stepped out of them without a hint of unbalance. Rico's mouth hung open at the sight of this wondrous masculinity casually displayed for all to see. This was better than any locker room he had ever been in. Yet, as in the locker rooms of yore, Rico did not get hard.

"Christ, Erik. You think that all we have to do all day is stare at your hairy bod?' said Carl.

He proceeded to pop the buttons of his own leather Wranglers and very gently peel the front, sticky with dried cum, from his crotch. A soft, thick tube of cock appeared and almost hairless balls. BIG. Ever so gently, Carl pushed the loosened leather Wranglers over his muscular ass. Rico whistled softly as the pink damage of last night's revelry was revealed.

"You think you were whipping a leather pillow last night, Trainman? Whipping leaves an ass red and sore." Carl noticed the guilty look overtaking Rico's face and quickly added. "But don't get your balls in an uproar. First of all, I like my ass red and sore. Second of all, Ass Massage cures all."

Carl continued to peel off the leather Wranglers revealing hairless legs with bicycle racer's thighs and calves. 'Guess that's how he developed that ass of death,' Rico thought. When he was stripped bare, Carl raised his arms in a muscle-builder's pose and flexed. He slowly turned so that all present could appreciate the wonder of his body's perfection. A perfection set off in such a strange way by the reddened soreness of his spectacular ass cheeks.

"Muscle queen!" hooted Bill. "Let's see some real skin. Come on, Trainman, let's see that cute little body. You look good in leather; you look good in your trainman's uniform. Let's see what you look like the way God made you."

Rico blushed. The trainman who last night had taken a horsewhipping, who whipped Carl's ass unmercifully while Erik mauled his tits, who came repeatedly in his brand new black Leather Jeans blushed like a twelve-year old. In the back of his mind it registered that Bill was the only one in the room fully clothed. He was dressed for a weekend in the country in faded, loose khakis and a blue oxford cloth shirt. Rico's embarrassment bred defiance.

"Why should I show you my goodies with you all dolled up like the poster boy for Delta Phi? Take off some of those damn preppie duds, Bill, and let's see a little skin," Rico said with more conviction than he felt. He could still feel twinges from the horsewhip that Bill had used on him last night. But he could also remember the stolen kiss Bill had taken as he covered him in the middle of the night.

Bill smiled so warmly that his face didn't look hard at all. 'How could I have thought that he looked like a Nazi,' Rico mused.

"Difficult little Trainman aren't you? Or are you just so hot for my bitchin body that your balls are controlling your tongue?"

Bill reached for the top button of his shirt and very slowly started to unbutton it. He was not wearing an undershirt so golden flesh appeared in the morning sunlight almost immediately. Rico stared at Bill's torso. So did Erik and Carl who must have seen it before. But it was so imposing, so grand in its broad shoulders and rounded pecs, its rapid taper and washboard abs that all three observers stared in reverence.

"Like it, Trainman?"

Bill posed with his arms over his head. No hair anywhere except a few strands in his pits. Even tan. Big, streamlined muscles. Smooth skin. Sex master of the universe.

"Now I'm even with you. So, get the fuck out of your cummy Leather Jeans, Trainman," Bill said this softly but his direct stare into Rico's eyes and the powerfulness of his image brooked no further delay.

Rico reached for his fly button and opened it without ceremony. He was dimly aware that he still did not have a hard-on. Actually, nobody did. He pulled the Leather Jeans gently away from his pubes wincing as the dried cum from several climaxes ('how many?') tugged the thick hairs away from their roots. The even more delicate job of slipping the skin hugging leather over the striped mounds of his sore bubble-butt came next. He sighed as the Leather Jeans finally slipped over the peaks of his ass melons. They were so tight around his thighs that they stayed up without any purchase on his waist or ass. Erik stared at his cock. Carl stared at his thrashed ass. Bill seemed fascinated with the copious remains of his flooding cums ('were there 3?').

A delicate problem now presented itself to Rico. His boots were still on and he could not get his Leather Jeans off over them. But, if he sat down to take them off, he would surely hurt his whip-striped ass. Bill came to his rescue. He sat down on the floor in front of Rico and wordlessly reached for his right boot. He tugged on the boot until Rico got the message and lifted his foot off the ground. Bill then pulled the boot off of Rico's foot. He kissed the warm boot! Next, he stripped off the sweaty white sock underneath, bundled it up in a ball and sucked in a huge gasp of the scent. He licked Rico's toes! Finally he put the foot down and repeated the entire ritual on Rico's other booted foot. After placing each balled sock into the appropriate boot and placing them neatly next to the bed, Bill stood up.

"O.K., Trainman, lets get those Leather Jeans off now."

Rico hitched his thumbs on the sides of the Leather Jeans and slid them down over his massive thighs. Relieved of tension, they puddled about his feet. He stepped out of them and bent to retrieve and neatly fold them. He noticed with amazement the vast range of the dried cum inside the crotch. As he stood up again, naked in the sight of his leather mates he no longer felt embarrassed. He was proud of his buffed body, his pretty dick, even the stripes on his gorgeous bubble-butt.

"Great little physique, Trainman!"

"Fuck, would you look at that ass! I'm going to hump it 'til my dick falls off."

"I could lick that basket 'til I die."

"I want that fucker up my ass and in my mouth and on my tits and in my hand. You are one hot little dude, Trainman," Bill murmured.

Rico's head whirled. Bill, the Honcho, the Maestro, the Master of this leather sex cabal wanted Rico to fuck him. How could this be?

Rico had no further time to contemplate this, the ultimate complication. As if on signal, Bill, Carl and Erik stepped up to the gorgeous trainman and touched him in all of his hot zones. He was stroked and tickled and caressed everywhere. Three mouths kissed him. Three cocks rubbed against him. Rico, himself, reached out and grabbed tits and cocks and bums. And stroked hair and ears and noses and elbows and washboard stomachs. In an instant, the flaccid cocks were boners. Bill stepped back and dropped his trou revealing nine hard, thick inches of perfect phallus. He immediately crushed his boner against Rico's stomach. It reached from an inch above his belly button to the hair between his pecs. Then they stopped and withdrew.

"Ass Massage!" Carl shouted.

All three ran from the room. Rico, stunned, followed now that the room contained only him and his wildly tumescent boner. He hurried down the hall following the sounds of laughter. He came to a room with a white bed filling all but a foot or so of the floor space. The walls and the ceiling were covered in mirrors. Carl was already lying face down on the bed with Erik straddling his legs, facing his reddened ass. Erik's dick was thumping potently in-between the cheeks of Carl's butt. An array of bottles was arranged on a shelf convenient to Erik. He reached for the first, opened it and allowed a generous wad of gook to fall on Carl's right butt cheek. He did the same thing with the left cheek. Slowly and deliberately, Erik placed his hands into the puddles of goo and spread them all over Carl's ravished ass cheeks. Carl moaned with such total pleasure that Rico could feel it in the pit of his stomach. Bill beckoned him.

"Get over here, Trainman. All our whipped boys get Ass Massage."

Rico actually leaped onto the bed. Not a good idea as it turned out. It was a waterbed covered with a white leather cover. As Rico started to fall, Bill caught him in a steely grip around his slender waist and slowed his descent to the bed. He still made great waves in the bed and Erik grumbled as he had to remove his hands from Carl's ass to retain his balance.

"Be careful, Trainman, or as soon as your ass is healed by Ass Massage, I'll take a bullwhip to it."

Rico paid little attention to Erik. He had Bill, his dream Nazi, upright on his knees beside him. With an anxious look in his eyes. With a tautness to his magnificent muscles. With a straining nine inch cock, the head so enraged it was dark purple. And he was going to give him 'Ass Massage,' something so good that Carl was once more groaning in lustful pleasure as Erik resumed the sensual rubbing of the cream into his butt. Rico noticed in passing as he lay down on his stomach in front of Bill that Carl's butt no longer looked red and splotchy. The cheeks were returning to the pristine white marble slabs that they had been before the brutal ass beating of last night.

Bill straddled him, his huge hard cock nestling in between Rico's still sore butt-cheeks. Bill repeated the gook ritual and slowly spread the cool, soothing substance over the whole of Rico's tight bottom. It felt comforting, then it felt warm and tingling. Soon Rico felt a glow of health and pleasure radiating from his butt cheeks. Bill began rubbing his nine inch killer up and down the crack of Rico's ass. He grunted. He rubbed. He reached for the second bottle. Liquid fire descended on Rico's proud cakes. Heating quickly without burning, the second emollient had Rico panting with lust in an instant. 'Fuck me with that giant poker. I want it. I need it. Give me your cock. Give me that tremendous Nazi member up my hot Rican ass. Ram me. Fuck me.' Rico's thoughts raced.

"Fuck my ass, Hans. Use that cock. Split me, skewer me on that humungous prod."

Oh, Christ. Did he say that aloud? He must have for Bill was pulling his hips up off the bed. He reached for the third bottle and poured a generous dollop on his right hand. He then started rubbing the potion around the crack of Rico's ass. Rico was going to get fucked. A finger on his hole! A finger IN his hole! The potion soothed and heated his anus. It relaxed it. In and out. TWO fingers. 'Oh, God!' Rico was jubilant in his fate.

"Hans, you Nazi scum. You're fucking my asshole with your fingers. You are raping my ass with your long, blond Nazi fingers. It's so good!"

If Bill was puzzled by the appellation, 'Hans,' he gave no indication. Instead he slipped his two fingers out and replaced them with three. Rico writhed on the bed, his head flopping from side to side. As he faced right, he caught sight of a tall magnificent Nazi torturing a short bubble-butted stud muffin with a fist up his ass. 'That's me' he realized as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

Bill withdrew his hand.

"Are you ready to get fucked, Trainman?" was all that he said as he positioned his huge cock at the entrance to Rico's heaven.

"Yes, you Nazi bastard. Fuck me with that Aryan super-cock. Plow me, hump me, make me faint with the power of your fucking! Do me, Hans."

Bill's insertion was remarkably gentle. Rico felt none of the feared pain as the nine inches of smooth, thick fuck-rod slid up his asshole. As it climbed up the chute, Rico felt stars go off in his head as Bill's cock massaged his prostate. Rico relaxed his asshole all the way and the cock slid home. Blond, Aryan pubic hairs tickled Rico's asshole. The huge purple head of the Nazi missile massaged and bruised his insides. Bill started the long, serious strokes. Every once in a while he crammed his cock fully into Rico's ass and rotated his hips in small circles, stirring Rico's insides unmercifully. Rico watched the whole performance in the mirror. He could tell that Hans was getting ready to smack his ass while fucking it. He even cried out for it, begging without shame. The smacks began to come in rhythm with the fucks. One cheek then the other. Flaming, burning, begging for more. Fucking for art's sake. Fucking for fucking's sake. Fucking for Rico's sake. Fucking all night.

Bill started withdrawing all the way then smashing the head of his huge cock against Rico's yawning pucker. Rico started a yowling that increased in volume and pitch as his frenzy escalated. Rico shot a huge load, his body trying to get away from the ass-pummeling Nazi with the convulsions of orgasm. Hans held him in his steely grip and continued to hump his hot Rican ass, Nothing stopped the inexorable rut of the Nazi man-god. Rico never went soft. He quickly regained his arousal. He screamed for more fucking and smacking and huge hot cock.

Rico's balls were fully up once more before he became aware of it. There was so much of intense interest going on that he hardly noticed that he was about to cum again. Bill this time was really close, too. He could feel his dick-head getting even bigger and more sensitive. His balls were so uptight that, big as they were, they seemed to disappear. He was slam-fucking his trainman's ass so hard that even though he had stopped slapping it, the sound of slapping continued to echo about the room.

"I hope you're close, Trainman, because I'm gonna shoot you full of Nazi cum," Bill gasped, picking up on Rico's fantasy at last. "Here it comes, Trainman. Fuck, God, here it fucking comes!"

Bill stopped long-dicking Rico and just shoved all the way in and quivered. Rico vaguely felt this but could not react in any voluntary way. The automatic actions of his own orgasm had claimed his every muscle. He came, his asshole clutched tighter, setting off Bill's orgasm making Bill's cock throb, poking Rico's prostate, making Rico cum harder, making Rico's asshole clutch harder which made Bill cum harder. A PERFECT CIRCLE OF PLEASURE.

"I'M CUMMING; IT'S SOOO GOOD. DON'T EVER TAKE THAT NAZI RAMROD OUT OF MY ASS!..........FUCK MEEEEE......!!!!"

It had to end. Finally it did. Bill collapsed on the back of his erstwhile slave and fuck-bottom, kissing and rubbing and pinching and cooing. Rico gave way under him until they were both lying horizontal on the bed. Bill's dick was still up Rico's ass but it was deflating fast enough for Rico to feel.

"Don't take it out, Hans....Bill, it's heaven."

"Can't help it Rico. You wore this Nazi fuck-stick out."

Bill and Rico both laughed gently. Bill at Rico's Nazi fantasy and Rico at Bill's trainman fetish. This was the first time Bill had called him by his name since they met. Bill fell all the way out of Rico's ass.

"So that's what it's like to get fucked," Rico sighed.

"That's what it's like to get fucked by a Nazi, I don't know about how regular guys do it," Bill observed gently.

"I really like getting fucked by Nazis. I wonder if Nazis like to get fucked by Trainmen?"

"If the trainman is short and built and diamond hard and likes it rough, they usually do. But even Nazis have to get their second wind when they've just taken a Trainman's cheery."

Bill cradled Rico's beautiful head in the crook of his muscular arm; kissing all the parts of his face gently.

The soft laughter from the other side of the bed re-acquainted them with the fact that they were not alone.

Carl's head was on Erik's hairy chest. Their cocks were cum crusted and soft.

"Thought you would never quit. I finished with Carl's ass about ten minutes ago," Erik observed.

"Yeah, and I came twice from the fucking this hairy ape gave me. You still outlasted us," Carl added.

Rico slipped out from under Bill and lay on the bed with his head on top of Bill's sticky crotch.

"You just can't beat a Nazi when it comes to fucking ass," Rico opined.

Erik laughed and said, "By the way, you've never been formally introduced. Enrico Rona, meet William O'Malley, your friendly, neighborhood Nazi."

All four of them laughed themselves to sleep.

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