All the usual disclaimers apply, of course. Please note this is my first time writing erotic fiction, so bear with me. Reactions are welcome at david27nl@gmail.com
I was on my way home from the club when it happened. I had given up all hope of a good fuck that night, even the leftovers of the evening didn't want to play with me. All right, I know I have a bit of a reputation at the local bars, but I'm sure there must be some guys into the same shit as I am, even in this sad little town. The thing is, people usually expect some hairy muscle pig to grovel at their feet, or even a chubby young bitch. I am neither of those. Pig? Yes. Bitch? Yes. Young? Hell, yes! Maybe a bit too young for the leather studs in this conservative town to feel comfortable playing with. I will turn eighteen in a couple of months, but my cute face and slender physique betray to anyone that I am, in fact, seventeen. Having blond curls and bright blue eyes doesn't help either. Sure, they all chat me up and I never go home without a good snog of an evening, but either the boys my age haven't got the stomach for my kink or the older guys tell me to come back when I'm older. Fuck that!
So there I was, sulkily walking home, having missed the night bus, my six inches of half-hard cock trying to get my full attention (I get horny just thinking about hot guys). I was kinda playing with myself, my hands in my pockets, walking along the road when I became aware of this motorcycle slowing down and riding alongside me.
'Need a ride?' I looked up at the guy and shrugged. I couldn't see much of his face through his visor, but his suit fitted him neatly. He took off his helmet and I was greeted with the sexiest smile: broad, all teeth, full lips and the slightest dimples. Fuck, I wanted him. Sleek black hair, steel blue eyes, the leather of his suit tight on his muscular frame, this man was definitely my idea of sex on legs. I caught myself gasping (I know, sappy, right?). He patted the seat, 'Hop on, I know you want to.' He smiled that sexy smile again and my body took over. I never even noticed when he produced that second helmet and how I was suddenly wearing it, but we were speeding on a deserted road in the country when I recovered and found myself holding on to his body, leaning against him. Where were we? And where was he taking me? I was pretty anxious at this point, and he must have sensed it, because he just took my hand and guided it to his crotch, squeezing it. I felt his hard cock through the leather and my brain shut down again, damn was he big! We turned into a driveway somewhere in the middle of fucking nowhere, but I'd already stopped caring. I wanted him. I needed him inside me, deep and dirty.
We rode into the garage and he turned off the engine. It was pitch black inside.
'Strip,' he ordered me. He didn't even raise his voice, but he had that natural authority of someone used to getting his way. As I undressed I heard him unzip as well. I got hard immediately. After I stood up straight again, something hit my chest. I caught it in a reflex and my hands closed on a length of chain.
'Put it on, slut,' he told me in the darkness. I fumbled around with what I now felt was a dog collar and leash.
'And this.' He thrust something into my stomach. After feeling it around a bit, I decided the tiny scrap of leather must be a small pair of shorts and tried them on. Man, were they tight, and fucking short, but I was turned on, no end. My hard cock grew to its full seven and a half inches in the tight leather underwear. I instinctively clasped my hands behind my back and stood waiting in the dark, hardly daring to breathe. After he seemed satisfied with the silence or possibly with the discomfort it caused me, he opened the door to his house. I wasn't sure I should follow him right away, but a strong tug on the leash pulled me to my knees and had me crawl after him, ending all doubts: this guy was in control.
He entered the kitchen and walked me through the hall into the sitting room. He sat down in the club chair and motioned me to sit at his feet. He was still wearing the motorcycle suit, but he had opened the jacket back in the garage. I admired his smooth, muscular chest and his perfect abs. I was literally drooling a little.
'Close your mouth, bitch. I know what you want. I've seen you around and I know all about your... tastes.' The way he paused before he chose his words told me he had definitely heard about my kinks.
'But you have to prove yourself worthy. No bitch has before, so I don't see why you would, but it's worth finding out. Well, at least it will be fun. For me,' he added, smilingly. I opened my mouth to say how I would I would certainly do my best to be all that he wanted me, but he just held up his hand and sighed.
'Clearly, you're not off to a good start, slut. Shall I just return you to the road I found you on or are you going to make an effort here?' Fuck, the disappointment in his voice nearly made me cry. I cast my eyes downward and shook my head. I got down on all fours and started to kiss his boots. Wrong! He yanked me up by the leash and slapped my face, hard.
'Wow, I knew you were young, but I didn't think you'd be this ignorant.' With that, he spat in my face, 'and don't wipe it or try and lick it off before I tell you to, bitch. In fact, and I regret having brought you here if I still have to explain this, don't do anything without my order.' He pushed me back on my knees and watched me sternly. After about ninety seconds, my face turned red and I started convulsing. He just smirked and said, 'Good boy. Breathe.' I gasped and let in the air I deprived myself of trying to please the hottest stranger ever to pick me up.
'You may clean my boots now.' The words came as a suggestion but the tone clearly was an order; my new master was definitely used to being served. I licked his motorcycle boots up and down as he grunted in approval. My skin tingled at the fact I was pleasing him and I worked harder, licking up all the grime and giving the boots the most thorough spit shine they had seen in ages. I felt him leaning over and rummaging in a drawer, but I knew better than to pause my work and look up, so I started cleaning the soles of his boots. There was mud and grime in the profile, small bits of gravel I pushed out with my tongue and a bit of gum I had to soften up and pull off with my teeth. My tongue was sore, and I felt so dirty, but ultimately happy to feel I was doing a good job for my master.
'Hold it.' I sat back up, looking apprehensively at the hot stud. I thought I was doing well. He pushed me onto my back with the sole of his boot. I had his wet footprint on my chest, but no stains, which made him smile.
'Good job, slave boy. Now, take 'em off.' I got back on my knees and pulled off my master's boots, placing them neatly beside his feet. He touched my lips with his big toe, and I knew I had to wait for the order, but fortunately he decided not to test me with this.
'Lick.' Oh, his feet were rank! I loved the smell and I loved licking between his filthy toes, sucking each one, cleaning the nails with my teeth. The man loved it, too, he even moaned a little. I was in heaven. My master got hard from the way I cleaned his sweaty feet and I was leaking pre-cum into my tight leather shorts, I was getting off on this so much. I licked and slobbered all over his feet, getting his taste in my mouth and his smell on my face. He owned me, and now I felt anyone would be able to smell it. Apparently, this was not enough for him. He stood up, unzipped his motorcycle trousers, and pulled out his hard nine-inch cock, waving it in my face.
'Open up, boy.' I knew what was coming, I had craved it since I saw his horny smile and felt his hard erection through the leather. I secretly hoped this was just the beginning, and as his golden stream hit the back of my mouth, I closed my eyes, savouring the taste before I swallowed a mouthful of his acrid piss. He didn't stop pissing on me when I closed my mouth just long enough to swallow, and I got drenched in his warm liquid.
'Rub it into your chest and abs, slave.'
I washed myself with his purest excretion. Now I really smelled like him and I started to feel more and more like his property. I swallowed a few more mouthfuls before he stopped and sat back down. He rubbed his feet on my chest, scraping his nails on my nipples. I gasped and shivered at the way he just played with me, confident I was a mere toy to him. He pushed his foot into my mouth, ordering me to suck it. I was wolfing down his foot, sucking the piss and moaning in ecstasy.
'Enough. Wrists.' I thrust my hands forward, patiently letting him put the two thick leather cuffs he got out of the drawer on my wrists.
'Ankles.' I lifted my left foot so he could easily put the ankle cuff on, and switched. I now had cuffs on my ankles and wrists to go with the shorts and the dog collar around my neck, completing the slutty outfit. My master looked me up and down, visibly admiring the piss-dripping slave in front of him. He licked his lips and pulled on my leash.
'Time to switch it up, boy.' I shivered as I crawled happily after him. At the end of the hall, I could see the bathroom light. I hadn't noticed it before when we came into the house. Was there someone else in the house? I looked around as we entered the bathroom, but I didn't see anyone. My master slapped me hard, 'Pay attention, boy, or this night shall end sooner than any of us would like it to.'
Startled, I looked up at my master. He still looked stern, his eyes smiling cruelly. I realised I never wanted this night to end.