Leo welcomed him with enthusiasm at the street door, but waited until the door closed before wrapping his arms round Max and planting a kiss on his mouth.
“My god, but you’re dressed to kill, Mr Fennister!” Grinning widely, he continued, “You’re absolutely stunning! Gorgeous … Max, I’m finding it bloody hard to control myself …”
“Then let’s get upstairs and loose control together!” Laughing happily he preceded Leo up the stairs and deposited his camera bag, then turned and opened his arms to embrace Leo. “I brought my toothbrush …”
The embrace and the kiss triggered their desire, and before long they were both naked. When Leo suggested they head for the bedroom, Max stopped him.
“Not the bed, my love, the sofa …” The kiss he planted on Leo’s mouth was loving, pleading almost, as they stood in a tight embrace. He smiled. “Ravish me … Take me and enjoy me … show me how to enjoy being ravished by my lover …”
Positioning Max carefully on the sofa, Leo made him raise one leg over the backrest, and place the other foot on the floor, then knelt and without another word applied his mouth to his lover’s erection, his inner thighs and his scrotum. When he had Max moaning a whimpering, on the edge of cumming, he stopped, changed position and presented his own erection to his lover.
Once Max had Leo’s ‘head’ in his mouth, Leo gripped his friend’s head with one hand, and growled, “That’s it, lover … yes, that’s the way … use your tongue … Mmmm, that’s good …” His free hand found Max’s rigid tool and gently massaged it. Feeling his desire to release his cum rising, Leo withdrew his cock, changed position and now lay on Max, their erections trapped between them as their arms wound round each other and their mouths met. Leo dominated Max completely, biting his neck gently, nibbling his earlobes and applying kisses to his face, his eyes …
Breaking apart as he sensed his lover’s control slipping, Leo got his mouth over Max’s cock and took it all the way as Max erupted, shuddering a whimpering as his balls emptied and Leo teased and stimulated his partner’s hypersensitive glans. When Max softened, Leo moved to give his erection to Max.
“Kiss the tip, Max. Taste my precum …” Leo smiled. “That’s good … Now open your mouth wide and hope my aim is good …”
The stream of cum shot from Leo’s cock as he gripped it. Most went into the waiting mouth, but some landed on Max’s cheek and a little more went into his hair. Reaching up he grasped the now softening organ gently, smiled, and proceeded to suck and lick his friend remaining issue.
“Thank you,” he murmured as Leo knelt next to him. Wrapping his arms round Leo’s chest, he held him and sighed. “Leo, my love, I’ve a suggestion to make … I’m not ready to come out completely, but will you help me get there?” He swallowed hard, licking the cum from his cheek. “Can we … do you think … I thought, maybe we could, you know, spend weekends together … Until …”
“Every weekend?” Leo smiled, his hands caressing Max’s face, and playing with his nipples.
“Maybe every weekend … just so I can get used to … sharing …” He swallowed again. “I’m tearing myself apart, Leo. On the one hand I want you so much, and on the other I’m terrified to admit this side of me … I don’t want you to be hurt either — and I know I’m being stupid and illogical, but it frightens me …”
“Don’t rush it, love.” Leo’s kiss steadied them both. “I like the idea of weekends to start with. We can swop — me to you for one weekend, you to me for the next. How’s that?”
“I love you, Leo. I don’t know why or how, but I love you. I want you in my life — and thank you for understanding …”
“Good, we’re on the same page then.” Leo’s kiss on his cheek removed the last of the cum. Grinning, he said, and now you’re in the perfect pose, so stay there while I capture you in a sketch and then we can get some supper …”
Grabbing a sketch pad and a thin charcoal pencil, Leo set to work. Shifting his position, he made a first rough sketch. “Hmm, maybe.” He grinned and changed position again. “Comfortable? Don’t move …” His pencil busy he made another rough sketch, then moved again, and made a third … Laying the sketches out he studied them frowning. “Yes. That’s the viewpoint and the pose I need!” Standing, he extended his hand, grinning, “”Let’s eat? Want a dressing gown?”
“I don’t need …” Max replied, accepting the hand and standing. Grinning he hugged Leo. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are in every respect?” Their mouths met in a gentle kiss, and he whispered, “Beautiful in body, beautiful in personality, beautiful in leather … a fantastic photographer, brilliant artist …” Tightening the hug, he finished, “And in bed … absolutely amazing. It’s not fair you should get lumbered with a klutz like me …”
“Don’t be silly,” Leo’s hands gripped Max’s butt as his kiss cut off further speech. Tightening his hold on his partners tight buttocks, he pulled him hard against his own crotch enjoying the hardening he could feel in both their members. “You’re no klutz! You’re exactly what I want in my life, and I warn you, Maximillian Fennister, I mean to have you!” Laughing he teased his lover. “I love you my dear stuffy, shy, closeted barrister. I’d love you even if you weren’t so stunningly handsome that I’m going to have to beat off wannabe lovers trying to steal you for the rest of my life.” The kiss prevented Max responding and he finished, “Now we better eat, because then we’re going to have some leathery fun.”
The teasing and joking continued through supper, relaxing Max sufficiently for him to be able to respond in kind.
“What do you fancy trying this evening, love?” Leo asked. “A harness? The bondage suit again? Or something lighter? We’ve got all weekend, so why not take it easy this evening, and go all in tomorrow if you fancy?”
“My choice?” Max laughed. “Then let me try that hefty looking harness I see on the rack. We can try the lighter stuff later. Right now I need to go for the deep end …”
“You sure?” Leo smiled, his head cocked to one side. “It’s a slave harness — intended, like the bondage suit, to make the wearer aware he has no option but to do whatever his ‘owner’ demands. It has provision to have a whole range of things attached that reinforce submissiveness … You want to try that?”
“Teach me, Leo.” Shaking his head, Max continued, “I need to explore what I want , what I am … so that I can face it, and be confident about it.”
“You don’t have to, my love.” Leo took his hands. “But if you want to try it …”
“I do. Let’s get it on me.” Hesitating, Max said, “Make me your slave tonight, my love. Treat me as you would a reluctant slave who needs to be taught his place as your slave.” Laughing, he added, “Remember, I had to ‘fag’ for the Prefects at St Crimm’s. I hated it. I hated it when they … This sounds like more fun, and this time, I want you to …”
Leo had told him. Even so, the harness was heavier, more restrictive, and obviously meant to make the wearer very aware that he no longer had any say or control of his body. The heavy collar was just the start, shoulder pieces formed the attachment point for the heavy web that covered his chest, his nipples framed by heavy steel rings, while a single broad band at his back joined a heavily reinforced ‘corset’ belt encircling his waist and the nipple rings supported further straps that attached the chest harness to the front of the belt. From this hung a further set of belts attached to a device Leo called a cock corset attached to another heavy steel ring with a narrow ‘butt strap’ with a large conical butt plug attached.
Securing the cock corset — a soft leather ‘tube’ secured by laces around his now erected penis in a tight embrace with the ring around the base of his cock and the neck of his scrotum, Leo paused. “The butt plug is fixed to the butt strap. I can take it off if you like. Have you ever had anything in your … passage?”
“In my …” Max thought, frowning. “Yes, I have. One of the Prefects thought it would be funny to put a golf ball in there while I sucked them off …”
“Ouch. Did it hurt you?”
“Going in, yes. And expelling it …” Max grinned. “But actually, while it was inside me … It felt quite good.” He laughed. “Go on, that plug thing isn’t as large and being tapered like that …”
“Okay spread your legs a bit and bend your knees as if you’re doing the Haka …” Lubing the plug, he asked. “Ready?”
“Go … Ooooh fuck …” Max gasped as the plug went into him and Leo fastened the Strat securing it. “Bloody hell,” he breathed as he slowly straightened out. “It’s better than that bloody golf ball, but still …”
“How’s it feel?” He asked walking round to face Max. He smiled as Max straightened up. “If you think it’s hitting interesting spots now, wait until you try walking or sitting.”
“Actually …” Max grinned. “It feels pretty good …” Lifting his arms, he fingered the web of straps dangling from the ‘collar’. “Is this it?”
“Nope. A few bits to add still.” He grinned. “I did say it was a slave harness, and that it was meant to control you totally.”
“Okay.” Studying the part he could see, Max nodded. “You did. So better put the rest on me. I did choose it …”
“Right.” Leo held globe like thing with a wide cuff open. “Put your hand into this. You’ll need to curl your fingers inside it.” Working quickly, he fastened the cuff, then repeated the exercise with Max’s other hand. Right, now tuck your elbows to your sides. That’s it.”
He secured cuffs to Max’s arms just above the elbow, and Max realised these were attached to the ‘corset’ part of the harness.
“I see what you meant about it being about control.” Looking at the exposed buckles he noticed something else. “Good grief. I see the buckles are locked as well! This isn’t meant to come off easily is it?!
“Definitely not.” Leo drew the globes covering Max’s hands together and slipped a small padlock through the small D rings attached to the globes. “That’s your arms secured.” His hand fondled Max’s leather imprisoned erection. “Want to wear the slave boots? They’re not part of it, but they look good with it.”
“Why not?” Max laughed. “You know, if anyone had asked me that a few weeks ago …”
“You’d have run a mile.” Leo laughed and knelt to fit the soft soled boots with their open toe and laced leg reaching to just below Max’s knees. “I wonder what made the difference,” he asked, his grin teasing as he pecked Max’s cheek.
“Funny you should ask …” Max laughed. “I met this beautiful chap at an exhibition … he’s the most amazing artist and photographer … and I just knew he was meant to be the man …”Hesitating, he whispered, “Kiss me, Leo, then finish fitting this harness and show me how a slave wearing it gets used …”
The kiss began gently, and then became a domination. Leo demanded, and got, total submission to his demanding tonguing. Finally breaking the kiss he lifted the odd straps attached to the back of the collar.
“This is an attached head harness, Max. It will hold a pipe gag in your mouth. Wearing it means your ‘master’ can fuck your mouth and there’s no way you can resist it. You’ve sucked me, but this is different. The only thing you have the use of is your tongue. You can’t close your mouth, so your teeth are out of the equation, and so are your lips.” He sorted out the web of straps carefully. “Ready?”
“Fit it.” Nodding, Max added. “Leo, I want you to really show me this slave thing. I want to experience this fetish I’ve been hiding all these years. I hated being Gay at school, and always threatened with being ‘branded’ if I didn’t do what the Seniors wanted, even when I was a senior myself. Call it a cathartic wish if you like … Put that on me and then treat me as your slave … I’m putting myself entirely in your hands for this. I’m your slave. Make sure I know it.”
“First …” Leo kissed him tenderly. “I’ll do what you want, but remember this, I’m doing it because you’ve asked me too, because, I hope, you trust me, and I love you …” Drawing the web of straps over his friend’s head and arranging it carefully, he said, “Open wide, love …”
The pipe gag entered Max’s mouth, and he was still adjusting to the way it lodged between his teeth, preventing his closing his jaw, when Leo tightened the straps holding it, and the leather ‘muzzle’ that held it, locked the buckles and stepped back.
“Want some photos like this, love?”
“Huh gee,” Max tried to nod and discovered the head harness restricted his head movement. He could not turn his head either side, and, while he could look ‘up’, any attempt to look down, was restricted.
Leo smiled. “Okay, your camera again?”
Max nodded again and Leo retrieved the camera and checked the lens and the setting. Then he walked to the rack of leather gear, searched briefly and drew out a pair of leather chaps, a chest harness and the hood he’d worn the first time Max had visited. It was a matter of a few minutes and he was ready, with the hood on, he picked up the camera, and snapped, “What are you waiting for, slave! Into the studio and get ready to give your master the pleasure he demands!”
For a moment Max hesitated, then he tried to bow his head, and hit the restriction again. Turning he began to walk to the studio and made the second discovery — the movement caused the plug to move inside him in a way that felt as if he was being fucked as he moved. The only way to reduce the stimulation was to take small, mincing, steps …
Behind him, Leo watched, his artist’s eye noting the mincing motion and loving the way it really showed off Max’s beautiful butt. Positioning him infant of the screen, he set the lights and set to work, posing his friend carefully so as to show off the restraints and the harness to best advantage. When he was satisfied he’d got enough, he pouted the camera on his tripod and set the remote trigger.
“Now, my love, some with me in the frame.” Slipping his arms round Max’s leather corseted waist, he posed them both carefully, with himself behind and max bent slightly forward looking directly at the camera, his now erected member pressed firmly against Max’s buttock. “Smile, my beautiful slave,” he said, and triggered the camera. After several changes of position and pose, he repositioned the camera and had Max kneel. Carefully set the frame and the focus, the stood in front of him. “Max, this one is pure porn. I’m going to put my cock into your mouth and hold your head while the camera records it. Do you want me to continue?”
“Egh!” Max managed a nod.
“Then here goes …” Gripping his lover’s head with one hand, Leo lined up the open tube and his glans and triggered the camera, slowly inserting more and more of himself into the tube as Max responded, lovingly using his tongue … Leo stopped the camera, still holding Max’s hard, now with both hands. “Max, my love, do you really want me to fuck you like this? Force you to accept it?”
Leo felt the slight nod in his hands.
“I love you, Max …” He began to thrust. Max gagged, and tried to use his tongue to control the penetration. “Daring to defy your Master, Slave? How dare you!”
Tightening his grip on Max’s head he thrust firmly, moving his hips to maximise the sensation in his cock. Max attempted to resist, but was helpless in the harness. All to vividly he recalled having to endure this in his last term at school. He’d formed a liaison with another youth, though their sexual activity was confined to mutual masturbation. Max and his friend had thought they were unnoticed, but they weren’t. On their final night at school, they’d been confronted and forced into the gym equipment store. There had been two Prefects and the Captain of his House using him. The memory rose in his mind, and then began to fade as he tasted Leo’s precum. This was different, this was his lover, this was his choice … He relaxed, and began to enjoy it. When his mouth filled with Leo’s cum he sucked it eagerly. Finally allowing himself to admit that he had enjoyed that rough encounter, he tried to keep his lover’s spent and softening member in his mouth, resisting his lover’s withdrawing.
Unable to speak as Leo released him, he did the only thing that seemed to convey his thanks. He looked up, and pressed his gag against his lover’s dangling genitals and tried to suck the beautiful ‘head’ back into the tube.
Leo helped him stand, then guided him to the bedroom, made him sit on the bed and then retrieved a chain, attached it to his collar, and then to the leg of the bed. Reaching into the nightstand, he retrieved and dildo, inserted it into the pipe gag and smiled.
Turning Max to face the wall behind him, he asked, “Like the view, my gorgeous slave?” He laughed as Max took in the pair of huge photos, one the image Max himself had selected and sent as a ‘thank you’, and the second, again his selection, of himself and Leo in their leather on his first visit. Kneeling on the bed behind him, Leo asked, “You’re beautiful, Max, and I was serious. Take as long as you like to make up your mind. You’re the only man I want, the only man I will ever want … and I’m not going to change my mind. I’ll wait, however long you need.”
Max made the only gesture he could. He pressed himself into the hug.
“Now we need to get that gag off you, love. They make your jaw stiff and bloody uncomfortable if you keep one on for too long.” Kissing Max on the crown of his head, he began to remove it. “Besides, with you wearing it, I can enjoy the kiss I’ve got ready to give you …”
“You’re right …” Max worked his jaw, easing the cramps in the jaw muscles. “It does get you …” Turning his head, he smiled. “Thank you, my love. I think you’ve driven a couple of nasty ghosts out of my head with this.”
“Good.” Leo’s kiss was filled with relief and love. “Now, let’s get you into a comfortable position, then I’ll fetch our wine glasses.” His grin widened. “And you’re still my slave, remember?”
“Yes, Master.” Max smiled. “Master? Will you kiss me in the most demanding manner you can … and then allow me to have your beautiful balls in my mouth? Please? …”
Leo hesitated, then gripped Max’s harnessed shoulders and forced his mouth against his lover’s in a kiss that made certain Max knew he was being dominated; that he had no option but to surrender to the demand and allow his lover to control him. Breaking the kiss, Leo put him on his back, straddled his chest, gripped his tumescent penis and brushed the shapely glans across his nose, smacked it against his friend’s cheeks and then, lifting slightly, placed his scrotum on Max’s lips.
“Suck your master’s balls, slave,” he growled. “Carefully …”
Opening his mouth, Max accepted the delicate package, savouring the scent, his tongue exploring the tender orbs enclosed within that soft skin bag as he sucked, his lips closing round the neck and taking care to avoid contact with his teeth. He shut his eyes as Leo touched his face with his now hardening penis, feeling his anger at the rape he’d endured at the hands of his fellow school leavers. His resolve hardened, he would accept his fetish and his sex — and Leo was his lover and master.
As Leo withdrew his scrotum, Max noticed the bead of precum on Leo’s now rigid penis.
“Mark me as your slave, my love. Shoot your cum into my face. Anoint me with it as yours …” He smiled. “I think I’ve reached the Rubicon, or maybe the Styx … There’s no way I can go back now … I’ll still need to find the courage to come out, but I can’t go back …” Raising his head, he kissed the now tightening skin of Leo’s scrotum. “Shoot that load into my face, my love …”
The stream of cum hit him just beside the nose, some of it going in, more coating his eye. The second shot hit the other cheek, then Leo brushed the throbbing head and still dribbling slit against his lips and he opened his mouth and sucked until there was no more.
“Let me wipe your face, love,” Leo said, his voice tender.
“No, my love. Make sure my whole face is coated with it.” Max smiled. “My slave anointing.”
Leo obliged, carefully spreading his cum over Max’s face. Then he tenderly kissed him, and raised him into a sitting position.
With Max propped up comfortably on pillows, Leo fetched the wine, then joined his restrained lover. Holding a baby’s drinking cup spout to Max’s mouth he laughed. “Hardly the way to drink a good wine, love, but you did say you wanted to be my slave tonight …”
Sipping from the spout, Max savoured the wine and smiled. “It's a good wine. From the Dordogne?”
“It certainly is. A special one as well. I got a couple of bottles to celebrate a commission, and finding someone really special …” Sipping his own glass, he put the wine down, and wrapped his arms around his companion. “Now, my restrained slave, you’ll have noticed that the leather restraining that gorgeous member of yours leaves that beautiful ‘head’ exposed, so lie back and your master is going to feast himself on it, and you are going to control yourself. You are forbidden to cum until ordered to do so.”
His mouth closed on the exposed head of the imprisoned member, and he began to administer the most exquisite torture. Max writhed, struggling to control his urge to discharge his cum, but Leo knew what he was doing and kept him ‘hot’, but not giving him the trigger. After half an hour Max was begging to be allowed that release …
“Now, my love,” Leo whispered. “Give me your delicious cum …” His mouth engulfed the taut head, his tongue found the sweet spot and Max choked off a cry as his hips thrust and his cum erupted. He went limp, his body shuddering as the sensations in his penis rippled through him. It was several minutes before he could get his breath back, and stop biting his lip. And when he did, Leo immediately locked his lips to his lover’s.
