Thursday, May 01, 2014

The Bohemians - The Party (part 2)

Kurt sipped his 7Up and caught his breath.

"It's kind of overwhelming the first time, isn't is?" Rudy was watching Kurt's reaction.

"That obvious I'm new, huh?"

"Everybody starts somewhere." Rudy replied. "It's not like they teach this stuff in school."

Kurt found Rudy's words comforting. "I just know I have so much to learn, and no idea where to begin."

Rudy looked at his watch. "I get off my bar tending shift in ten minutes, I'd be happy to help show you the ropes, so to speak."

Kurt laughed. "I thought you guys were supposed to be all severe and unapproachable?"

"That's just our PR you've been listening to. We can be a real friendly crowd once we get to know you." Rudy laid his hand on Kurt's leg.

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief.  "Well, it's good to get to know you, Rudy."

Rudy squeezed Kurt's thigh and then got back up as a couple of members arrived.

Kurt walked back into the dungeon and moved through the darkened space, taking in each scene that was unfolding before him.  The spotlights on the equipment highlighted the men using it and gave an almost theatrical look to the room.  Kurt realized that there were elements of theater in the activities he saw.  After all, it was in reality just a big warehouse, but the music, the lighting and the extreme activities changed it into whatever the people playing together imagined.

They could be in a prison, being roughed up by a hunky guard, or a medieval dungeon being tortured by a grand Inquisitor.  It was real and physical, but it was also a fantasy and it was a fantasy that had his cock straining at the fabric of his jock.

Kurt felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned to face Rudy.

"So, where would you like to begin?"  Rudy's hand had moved from Kurt's shoulder to his waist and then lower, rubbing gently over the fabric of his jeans.

Kurt enjoyed the attention, and from a good looking guy like Rudy, even more so.

"I didn't bring any equipment."

Rudy turned Kurt towards him.  He reached down and took both his hands in his.  Lifting them he said, "you brought these, and I can think of a lot of things the can do."
Kurt smiled at him, his eyes sparkling in the dim ambient light.

Rudy continued, "so I was thinking these big hands might be just the thing my ass needs tonight."

"You mean fisting?"

Rudy grinned, "not tonight, I am not cleaned out.   Was thinking more of a bare-hand bare-assed spanking.  Always gets my motor going."

Something in Kurt suddenly switched on.  The suggestion and his already aroused state caused a shift in his attitude. He went from being the shy newcomer to a more assertive man with definite plans for the hunky boy in front of him.  He pulled Rudy into a passionate kiss.

"Let's find a spot," Kurt whispered, "I want to make your ass glow!"

Rudy pulled Kurt deeper into the warehouse and found a vacant bench.

"I want you to turn my ass red, Sir."  Rudy was already shedding his clothes.

Kurt was already excited, but hearing Rudy call him "Sir" really got to him. He liked it and he slipped into the role easily.

"Since this is the first time we've played," Rudy said, "I'll let you know what is working for me and what is not.  Is that suitable to you, Sir?"

"That's just fine, boy."  The words formed before Kurt could even think about them.

Kurt straddled the bench and pulled Rudy toward him.  Rudy's thick cock was already firm as Kurt positioned him over his knee.  Rudy reached down holding Kurt's leg pushing forward so his ass was at the right position for Kurt to spank it.

After rubbing the smooth skin of Rudy's butt, Kurt gave it a few light smacks.

"Don't be afraid to get heavier, Sir.  My ass is made of leather!"

Kurt took the cue and began slapping each cheek of Rudy's ass one after the other alternating left and right. Rudy squirmed on Kurt's knee, his hard cock pressed against his leg.

"How's that feeling, boy?"

"Getting better and better, Sir."
Kurt slowed his pace but increased his force, cupping his palm slightly so each swat made a resounding pop.  Though it was not well lit, he could already see the red handprints showing up on Rudy's pale ass.

"Aw damn that feel good, Sir," Rudy moaned.  His voice was more raspy and his breathing was faster.

Kurt was loving this.  He continued spanking Rudy but occasionally paused to feel the heat coming from his skin. Rudy's hands were busy as well, one held onto Kurt's leg for support but the other was caressing the hard bulge in Kurt's jeans.

Kurt began stroking Rudy's legs and thighs before each slap, sweeping up to his butt and then smacking down hard of each cheek.  He liked the idea of a caress followed by the hard swat.  Rudy's moans let him know he liked it, too.  His hard cock was also liking it, leaking precut all over Kurt's knee.

"You like this, boy?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Good, me too!"  Kurt chuckled, but now his laugh had a sexy quality he had never known before.

Rudy was writhing and bucking and Kurt intuitively knew he was near a stopping point.  He paused and held Rudy firmly on his knee.  He ran his hand across Rudy's glowing ass and trailed down to his legs. Reaching between them he pulled Rudy's throbbing cock back where he could stroke it.

"Oh thank you, Sir." Rudy was really enjoying it. "Permission to thank you properly, Sir?"

Kurt had an inkling as to what would follow, so he pulled Rudy up, and gently lowered him to the floor where he knelt between Kurt's legs.
"You go right ahead and thank me however you want, boy."

And Rudy did.  He swiftly unbuttoned Kurt's jeans and fished his hard dick out through he fly.  Like a hungry animal he devoured his cock, sucking it all the way into his throat.

"Damn, boy!" Kurt had never gotten a blow job like this one before.

Rudy was an artist with his mouth, and his tongue was swirling around the head of Kurt's cock with each stroke.  In no time, Kurt felt the familiar stirring below his balls.

"I'm gonna cum, boy!"

Ruddy pulled off just long enough to speak, "I'm counting in it, Sir!"
With that he dove back onto Kurt's shaft as he shot a stream of hot semen directly into Rudy's throat.  He held Rudy's head while his orgasm receded. Then he released him and bent down to kiss his cum soaked lips.

Rudy broke the kiss and breathlessly spoke, "you are a natural, Sir!"

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Bohemians - The Party

The next day pretty much flowed like the last that is until around 5:30 when Kurt looked up to greet a new customer and came face to face with Max.  He was dressed in slacks and a dress shirt, looking very different from the leatherman he had been watching in the bar, but the face was unmistakable.  The drooping handlebar mustache and his confident smile and square jaw looked slightly out of place in the casual business outfit, but still announced Max was all man.

Kurt stammered, "is there something I can help you with?"

Max just smiled and shook Kurt's hand.  "the name's Max, and I've seen you out at the bar quite a lot lately."

Kurt nodded "I'm Kurt."

Max cut in, "I need a set of bookshelves.  Something traditional"

Kurt reverted to the salesman and escorted Max to a row of several traditional styled bookcases near the back of the store.

"It's for my office.  I need something that can hold a lot of books and just screams 'lawyer'."

Kurt turned, "Lawyer? But I thought…"

"You thought just because I am a Bohemian I don't have a real job?"

Kurt blushed as he answered, "Well I guess you can't judge a book by its cover."

Max chuckled, "Everyone has a day job, Kurt."

After a few minutes Max selected a pair of matching rosewood bookcases and as he was taking his credit card back from Kurt he returned it into his wallet, the paused.  Pulling a business card out he handed it to Kurt."

Kurt expected a business card of a lawyer but he saw in his hands a card with the Bohemians' logo and the name Max Gentry.  Below it was the title "Run Captain".

"We're having a party next weekend and Sal tells me you are interested in getting more involved. Come by the clubhouse around 11:00pm on Saturday.  Show this at the door and you're in.  It will give you a chance to see if you fit in."

Kurt thanked Max and tucked the card safely in his own wallet.

The rest of the day was a blur.  All Kurt could think about was getting to actually party with the Bohemians, though he really had no idea what kind of party to expect.

That afternoon, he dropped by the local hardware store and bought a short length of chrome chain.  Once home, he used a pair of pliers to pry apart one of the links and then attach both ends together forming a short loop of glistening chrome chain.  He then took out his leather jacket and threaded the loop through the left epaulet and snapped it closed.  He tried on the jacket before his mirror and liked what he saw.  He knew from reading Drummer magazine that the chain on the left shoulder meant he was a Top, just in case anyone was confused.  Symbols meant a lot to these guys, not so much for anything ceremonial, but to cut through the small talk and advertise.

Keys on the left, chain, hankies they all gave a clear signal what the wearer was into.  It made things much more efficient before investing a lot of time cruising another guy only to find he was looking for exactly what you were looking for.   Besides in a dark bar with music blaring, non-verbal communication seemed like a good idea.

Kurt was nervous and turned on at the same time.  He ended up jerking off before getting dressed just to ease his nerves and relieve the persistent hardon he had when wearing leather.  He showered, and cleaned out just in case someone was interested in his ass, and laid out his clothes.

Jeans.  Worn but not ragged.  T-shirt, plain white and a little tight to show off the work he had been doing at the gym.  A jock, used but clean. Then came the boots.  He had a pair of solid black Doc Martin's that would pass for the military style boots most of the other leathermen wore.  By the time he had dressed his dick was straining at his jeans again, but he looked like he would fit in well enough at this gathering.  No vest or colors.  Not a club member yet and he didn't want to show up over dressed.

On the way to the address he had been given, he stopped at a fast food drive through and grabbed a small burger and a soda.  He figured he wouldn't get much in the way of food tonight, but from everything he had read, food was not what these kinds of events were about.

He ate in his car, and then headed off to an industrial part of town.  The street signs were harder to read as he left any signs of commerce behind and traveled down deserted streets lined with warehouses.  Up ahead he saw a few other cars parked,  and a couple of men standing under a street lamp smoking cigarettes.  He assumed correctly that this must be the address, since it was the only building on the block that had any signs of life.  As he drew closer, he saw that both men wore leather jackets and sported motorcycle caps.  Near the building he saw a line of motorcycles parked, at least a dozen of them.  This was the place.
He parked near the end of the building in a space on the street.  Sitting in his car, he gulped the last of the soda and watched.  Kurt was debating whether or not to get out and approach the building.  He was intimidated by the guys outside and the array of motorcycles.  Most of them were Harley Davidson, with a smattering of Hondas and one that he recognized as a vintage Indian.  He had come this far, might as well go in and at least look around.

Exiting his car he walked past the two men under the streetlamp.  They nodded at him as he passed and he continued to the door.  There was a short flight of steps to the entrance since the whole building was built at loading dock height.  He heard music from inside and could see light leaking out through the shuttered windows.

At the top of the stairs was a simple metal door, once painted red, but now rusted in spots, it had the address painted on it.  He pulled it open and the sounds from inside washed over him along with the faint odor of cigar smoke.

Inside he was greeted by a short man dressed in leather chaps, a jock and a vest.  He smiled at Kurt and held out a hand.  Kurt reached into his wallet and produced the card Max had given him.

"Oh you are the guy Max told me about." He waved Kurt into the small lobby of the building,  "this is where you schmooze, socialize and if you need something to drink see Rudy the bartender." He motioned to a guy standing behind a small table with a few bottles of liquor and a big tub of ice.  There was also a cooler on the floor stuffed with sodas and some water.

"The playroom is through the black door and there are shelves for your clothes and gear just to the right inside.  And make sure you have your stuff covered when you come in here." He affected a Brooklyn accent, "We's civilized you know?"

Kurt smiled and wandered in still trying to adjust to exactly what he was seeing.  There were a few men in various states of undress standing around talking and smoking cigars mostly.  He approached the bartender and looked at the bottles.

"What will you have?" The man smiled.  "I'm Rudy by the way, and you are?"

"Kurt, I am a friend of Max's"

"Oh yea I heard about you."

Kurt started to order a vodka and tonic but Rudy leaned close to him and spoke, "you might not want to drink any hard stuff this early, if you are going to play, you want to have your wits about you."

"You got 7-up?" Kurt asked.

Rudy leaned down grabbed a chilled green bottle and popped the top off with the church key hanging from his belt. "Good choice, Kurt."

Kurt started to open his wallet and Rudy blocked him with his hand. "No money here in the clubhouse. We don't have a license and besides you are a guest!"

Kurt took the bottle and nodded as he took a sip.

"Maybe later I can meet up with you in there." Rudy motioned to the door.  "Have fun!"

Kurt walked towards the black door and mustering up all his courage pulled it open.  Inside the music was slightly louder, but not like in the bars.  You could talk over this without yelling.  He also heard a variety of pops, snaps, thwacks and groans, and the air hung heavy with the scent of men and a slight odor of poppers and sex.

His eyes adjusted to the dark interior and he saw that there were spotlights pointed at various pieces of equipment arranged around the sides of the warehouse space.  It wasn't huge, but it was big enough that the 30 or so men inside had plenty of room.  There were a row of slings down the middle of the space, each with a light hanging down above them and a small table beside each one.  One of them was occupied by what looked like one of the guys he had watched at Sal's leather shop.  He was spread wide with his feet in the stirrups and another man, naked with his arm buried deep in his ass.

Against the walls were wooden "X"s and functioned as support for several naked men shackled to them with leather cuffs.  Behind each man was another man, some dressed and others just wearing jeans.  They wielded big leather floggers and were smacking the backs of their partners.  With each thud the man on the cross responded, some with groans and others with muffled screams.

Kurt stood transfixed watching the scene before him.  He felt a hand move across his ass, then up to his shoulders.  A deep voice whispered in his ear, "why don't you take off your jacket and stay a while?"

He turned to see Max, closer than he had ever seen him.  He smiled, "there are shelves just over there by the door.  Your stuff will be safe."

He helped Kurt out of his jacket and led him over to the shelves.  After depositing his jacket Max once again encircled Kurt's shoulders.  He put his face close to Kurt's, so close Kurt could feel his mustache on his cheek.

"Welcome to our little world!"  Max's hand had slid back down Kurt's back and he started rubbing his ass.  "We are a friendly group, I hope you don't object to that."

Max then pulled Kurt to him and kissed him greedily on the mouth, his tongue exploring as his hand groped Kurt's ass.  Kurt kissed back just as eagerly, trying to not appear too eager.

Max broke the kiss and spoke again, "have a good look around and watch whatever you like.  You might get invited to join in if you are up for it, but no pressure."

Kurt's voice broke as he replied, "thanks, I guess I just need to get comfortable."

Max kissed him again, but this time it was just a small peck.  "I understand, it's a lot to take in for a first time.  I assume this is your first time at a party?"

Kurt nodded still slightly intoxicated from Max's lips and scent.

"Enjoy, and if you have any questions, ask me.  I have a feeling you might really have something to offer once you get your confidence up."

"Thanks Max."

He left and Kurt was alone again watching all the variety of hot rough sex going on.

He suddenly was startled by what sounded like a shotgun blast.

He turned to see a man with a long bull whip in an area farther away from the rest.  He was behind a naked man tied with rope to a bar hanging from a wench.  The bar was high enough that his feet were on the floor, but his arms were extended and his hands actually held onto the steel bar for support.

Kurt watched the bull whip as it slithered along the floor, the man holding it preparing for another swing.  He reared back, raising his arm about shoulder height and deftly flicked his arm forward.  As he snapped his wrist, the long leather whip flew through the air, like a snake striking its prey.  As it reached its full extension, there was another loud bang and the end of the whip dragged across the back of the naked target.  It seemed like the force of the whip was expended making the sound before the actual whip touched his back, but it was sufficient to leave a bright red whelp and an equally loud reaction from the man it hit.

Kurt was transfixed.

The man's back had a pattern of marks that looked like a herringbone criss-crossing his shoulders and back.  As he watched he noticed that some of the marks were actually seeping a little blood while others were just raised and red.

Instead of being shocked, Kurt was excited.  His dick was straining at his jeans and he was shaking with the rush of adrenaline almost as though he was the man being beat.  It didn't take a genius to realize that the man with the whip had spent countless hours honing his skill.  Kurt watched the scene with a combination of excitement and admiration.

He began to feel a little dizy, and realized he needed to sit down.  He turned and went back to the small room that served as a lobby and grabbed another 7-Up.  Sitting on a broken down sofa that was against one wall he just drank the soda and sweat.  Rudy sat down beside him.

"Having fun?"

Kurt turned to Rudy, wiped the sweat from his eyes and smiled, "yes I think I am!"

Sunday, April 27, 2014

The Bohemians - The Jacket

The work week dragged by, as Kurt did his best to concentrate on customer service and selling furniture.  He tried his best to ignore the fantasies that permeated his sleeping and waking hours.  It wasn't working very well.

The young couple he was helping was in the market for a bed and by the looks of them they would get a lot of use out of it.  She was a tall almost Nordic blond and he was a compact smaller guy with broad shoulders and long brown hair. They were looking at a sturdy Mission Style king sized bed and Kurt noticed that the Woman was examining the slats on the headboard.  She even grabbed one of them and tugged a bit at it.

"It's very sturdy construction." Kurt remarked, "hand crafted right here in California and meant to withstand a good deal of stress and years of use."  Not exactly the kind of value proposition he would normally use, but he had a feeling these two would be using those slats for more than supporting decorative pillows.

She smiled knowingly and then turned to her companion.  "Lay down and let's see how it feels."
He snapped to attention and sat down on the bed, turning and laying flat on his back. Then he raised his hands above his head.  Then he grabbed onto the slats.

She walked around the bed eyeing both the furniture and him.  "Oh that will work perfectly."

Kurt watched the guy on the bed, on his back, spread-eagle and briefly imagined him chained down with his clothes removed.  He closed his eyes for a moment.

"So I can have this delivered first of the week if you like it." 

The man looked up, his hands still holding the slats of the headboard and nodded.  Then the woman turned to Kurt.  

"Oh we like it", she smiled as she got uncomfortably close to Kurt, "any chance you could be delivered with it as well?"

She ran her finger down Kurt's shirt and then paused at his belt and began unbuckling it. 

"I bet you could really take charge of my husband for me."

Kurt chuckled nervously, "well thanks but I am afraid we don't offer that service."

"Don't offer delivery?"

His eyes snapped open and he saw the woman standing a few feet away, starring at him with a puzzled look.  Kurt pulled himself together and replied, "Oh sorry, of course we do, if you will step over to my desk I can get your address.  Will this be credit or check?

After that disturbing little daydream, Kurt knew he would have to do something about these desires.
On his way home from the store, he stopped at the Army Navy Surplus shop near his apartment.  He often browsed the store, looking for military style clothing, but today he wanted a jacket and he had seen the one in the window.  It was a black leather motorcycle jacket, with an attached waist belt, lots of zippered pockets and epaulets on the shoulders.   Kurt found his size, tried it on and bought it without even taking it off.

At his apartment, he stripped out of his clothes, put the jacket back on and stepped into the bathroom to examine himself in the mirror.  His cock had already sprung to attention and the sight of his lean frame and narrow hips exposed beneath the shiny black of the jacket. It left him with no option but to start stroking his dick.

He ended up on his bed, cock in hand, intoxicated by the feel and smell of the jacket.  Before long he felt the pressure in his groin as his orgasm built.  He stopped just in time, removing the jacket and spreading it on the bed he lay flat on it and rubbed his aching cock against the shiny black leather expanse of the back of the jacket.

It only took a couple of thrusts and his dick erupted shooting his hot cum all over the smooth cool leather.  He lay there for a few seconds, still intoxicated by the experience.  As he rose, he looked down at the ropes of cum that he had deposited on the jacket and without thinking, he pressed his face into it.  Lapping every drop of semen from the surface of the leather, savoring the feel of the hide on his tongue, he moaned as he swallowed his own cum.

Exhausted he collapsed onto the bed the now warm leather against his cheek and fell into a deep sleep.