Sean exited the car and stretched his thick legs out a bit. He had been driving awhile to get to this national park which was one of the places he frequented in order to quiet his mind and feel at peace. The nature was calming. He enjoyed meandering the trails and maybe lighting up a cigar. He looked down at his leather-covered legs and thought about how horny the leather made him feel. “Will have to take care of that later,” he thought to himself. He wore his leather jeans, a tight black tee, some engineer-style boots and of course, a biker jacket. He could go from here to the nearest leather bar if that’s what the whisper of the trails told him to do.
He started off into the woods, following the main well-worn path. Eventually there was a fork that he had always stayed to the right on, which went along the pond water. Today something told him he should take the trail that went to the left.
Shortly after taking the left path, the trail began to climb a hill. It appeared to be brighter toward the top. The top of the hill broke into a clearing. On the left, Sean could see rolling dunes of sand–not surprising, as the wooded trails bordered on the national seashore. Maybe a hundred feet to the left was a black spot in the dunes, in front of an old dead tree. Sean put his hand above his brow and squinted. “What is that?,” he thought to himself.
He started toward the spot. It appeared to be moving. “Well what the fuck have we here?,” Sean asked aloud. He had identified the spot as an abandoned gimp! Out here! WTF! Sean couldn’t believe his eyes! He was horny and this gift from the gods would surely give him his release. The gimp was clad in black leather, hooded, gagged, rope-wrapped around its upper torso, and its hands restrained behind its back. On its knees, it was probably silently hoping and wondering if someone would come for it.
Unsure if the gimp had heard his approach, Sean sternly said, “Hey boy.” The gimp’s head jerked upwards. The gimp was now aware of Sean’s presence before him. “You hear me boy?” The gimp appeared to reply with a nod and what sounded like a very muffled“Yes SIR!” The gag had a breathing tube that let some sound escape.
Sean decided he wouldn’t even ask the gimp how it had come to be here. After all–finder’s keepers! Sean reached out and grabbed the thick chain link collar and pulled the gimp towards his leather jeans. The gimp’s head rested on Sean’s thigh. The gimp’s head rolled from one side of Sean’s leg to another. “This was pretty fucking cool,” Sean thought to himself.
“Well, boy,” Sean said to the gimp, “quite the predicament you have gotten yourself into here, Isn’t it?”
“MMMMmmmppphhhh” came the reply.
“I might let you free but first, I have some things that need to be taken care of. Are you up for taking care of my needs first, boy?”
A muffled “Yes SIR” came as the reply.
“Great,” said Sean, “but not out here. I like a little privacy.” He spread his broad shoulders and put his arms around the boy, hoisting him to his feet. He grabbed the rope that was wrapped around the gimp’s torso and unraveled a bit to use as a leash. He gently started pulling the boy over towards some woods a little way off the beaten path, going very slowly and guiding the boy so he wouldn’t trip.
Once in the cover of the woods, Sean continued to unravel the rope that had been wrapped around the upper torso of the boy. He then untied the boy’s hands and gave them a squeeze. The boy visibly exhaled a deep breath when freed from all the rope.
“Don’t get too comfortable just yet,” Sean advised. The gimp’s head was always following the sound of Sean’s deep voice.
Sean brought the boy to a tree that was about two feet wide, maybe less. “Kneel down,” Sean commanded. The boy did as he was told. “Spread your legs and use your knees to back up until the tree is between your legs. I will catch you if you fall forward.” The boy did as instructed. Sean took the rope and started circling the tree and the boy, lashing him helplessly to the tree. Sean stood back to admire his handiwork.
“What to do next?” Sean had a few ideas. But first he removed the Asylum Corojo from the inside pocket of his jacket. He lit the cigar and took the smoke into his mouth. It would seem only fair at this point to let the boy see who he was dealing with.
Sean stepped forward and removed the blindfold that was over the hood. He stepped back so that the boy could see him. The boy’s eyes went up and down, surveying Sean in all his leather and finally came to rest on Sean’s eyes. The boy groaned and squirmed his acknowledgement and approval. “Good,” said Sean. “I want this to be enjoyable for both of us.”
Their eyes locked. The boy had beautiful brown eyes––Sean’s favorite eye color. Even more so because when the sun hit them, Sean could see traces of other colors. They both stared for a bit. The boy moaning softly.
Sean suddenly remembered his lit cigar. He took a deep toke of it––the boy’s eyes on him the whole time. When he was ready to exhale, he leaned forward and blew a long stream of smoke down directly at the boy’s face. The boy’s head strained forward and he sniffed deeply at the smoke. Sean blew a few more puffs at the boy’s face and watched him as he tried to capture the scent.
“That’s enough of that,” thought Sean. He took a long last look at the boy’s eyes and put the blindfold back in place. He was going to awaken another sense in the gimp.
He reached around behind the boy’s head and let loose the buckle that held the breather gag in place. Some drool ensued. “Now listen to me you gimp. You’re going to show me what that mouth of yours can do now.”
He moved closer and said, “Worship my leather with that tongue first. If you’re good, I might stick a treat in your mouth.”
The boy’s tongue darted out the mouth opening in the hood and began licking the leather all around Sean’s thighs and crotch. He was absolutely ravenous for the taste of that leather.
Sean’s crotch started to tighten as his bulge began to grow and he rubbed it in front of the boy’s face. He finally slid the zipper down and freed his cock.
He teased the gimp’s tongue mercilessly with his cock before finally sliding it al the way into the mouth. He kicked at the boy’s crotch gently and felt the erection there.
Sean began slowly feeding the boy, sliding his cock in and out before building speed. The boy swallowed Sean’s 7”-thick cut animal again and again without any gagging.
“DAMN that feels good boy!” He pumped and pumped. Sean let out a satisfying “arggghhh YEAH boy!” and finally he let his load explode into the boy’s mouth.
He pumped all of it down the boy’s eager throat except one last drop that fell as he withdrew his cock.
He wanted the boy to come–but not yet. He untied the gimp from the tree, took off the blindfold, and tied the gimp’s hands together in front of it. He then used some extra rope to make a leash around the gimp’s waist.
As he pulled the rope and the boy/gimp along the path, Sean said loudly, “Well, I dunno who the fuck left you out here, but one thing I do know is now, YOU’RE MINE!”
Submitted by: Stephen Benson is a bondage and kink submissive from Provincetown, MA. He previously held the title of 2011 Northeast Leatherboy. He can be found on Recon under the username Slv2lthr or by emailing [email protected]
