Leather knockout

Author: Eddie
Title: Leather knockout
Date: 01 May 2018

All credit to the original author

Two leathermen meet after meeting online in a m4mabduction chat room…

Rick stole one last glance at his reflection in the elevator door and grinned in anticipation as he stepped off the elevator. His flight had been late, and he had felt his cock grow hard when the front office clerk had told him that his friend had already checked in and was waiting upstairs.
Rick tugged at the leather of his pants to make room for his spreading erection. He had stopped to change into his leathers in the men's room in the lobby of the hotel because he wanted Mark's fantasy to begin the moment he opened the door. They had both been waiting almost a year for this night.
He listened at the door. There was the faint sound of music. Rick hesitated a moment more before knocking on the door. It was time. The door opened before he could knock. Rick tensed; he half expected a rag to be slapped over his face, as he realized Mark had been looking through the peephole in anticipation. Rick saw a flash of the wavy brown hair and the blue eyes Mark had told him people said were intense before he felt the body pressed to his and then the warm lips, and he and Mark were standing there making out in the hallway. Rick felt the tension leave his body as he allowed himself to relax and enjoy the moment, and then he laughed out loud because he realized their two throbbing crotches were rubbing fiercely together. Mark tugged him backward and then they were stepping together, still kissing and groping one another, back into the room. Rick kept his arms wrapped around Mark but broke from their kiss long enough to admire the room.
The suite was large. The many windows faced out onto Washington, DC below, and in the distance through the darkness Rick could see the brightly lit outline of the Washington Monument and the White House. He smiled as his eyes played over the many candles lit around the dark room and then fell on the large champagne bucket with two glasses - and the stack of cigars lying next to them. Rick let out a low whistle as he stepped across the room to lift one of the stogies with a gloved hand. Excalibur #1's. He chuckled, and reached for Mark with one hand while he raised the cigar to his lips with the other. He chewed on the cigar as he felt Mark wrap his arms around him in an embrace from behind, and his Muir cap nearly fell off as he ducked his head to lock his lips once more on the man who had brought him here. Rick tugged at his zipper and then used a gloved hand to guide Mark's own down to his crotch so Mark could feel his erection and the precum that had been generated in just the first few seconds of their meeting. Rick let out a gasp of pleasure as Mark ran a gloved thumb hard over the slick head of Rick's shaft, and then brought the thumb to his mouth to lick and then suck it. Overwhelmed, Rick pulled Mark in hard to his body, and the two of them spent several minutes kissing and groping, their tongues darting over one another's bodies. Only the sound of a knock on the door broke their embrace. Mark smiled in amusement at the tension that was obvious in Rick's face at the knock, as if preparing for an attack.
"It's room service", Mark assured him. "I ordered some beer 'cause I figured we would drink all the champagne in the tub."
The tub! Rick grinned, and as Mark moved to get the door, Rick walked further into the suite, to the door to the bathroom at the far end of the room. The bathroom could have been another suite. It was huge! The heels of Rick's boots echoed on the tile as he stepped across and admired the enormous tub - and the bubbles and water that filled it. He knelt and slipped a glove off to test the temperature. Hot. Not too hot. The tub had been drawn before he got there, and now the temperature was perfect. Rick shook his head in wonder as his gaze took in the hot bath with the bubbles floating off of it, the fresh flowers and two cigars which sat on a table at the edge, the pile of clean white towels that rested on a hamper next to the tub, and another champagne bucket with glasses - sitting next to yet another pile of towels - on the long tiled sink. Rick squinted as the light bounced off a long metallic object which he picked up from the sink as he slipped his glove back on. He chewed on his cigar as he realized it was an old-fashioned, straight-edged razor.
"I've always fantasized about shaving your face", Mark's voice startled him, and he turned. Mark stood in the doorway with the bottle of champagne. "I think it would be so hot to sit in your lap, or sit at the edge of the tub with your head in my lap, while you smoke a good cigar and I shave you. The whole time we would be getting shaving cream all over each other and we would know that the second we were done we would be making love."
"Woof", Rick murmured in response, and he padded softly over the tile of the bathroom; this time when they kissed it was long and gentle, and Rick slowly pulled at his lover until they were in one another's arms. Rick raised a gloved hand to run a finger along Mark's lips and goatee. They could not stop staring at one another.
Rick took the bottle from Mark's hand, and placed the cigar back in his mouth. He chewed as he twisted the bottle, and Mark slid his hands into the tight back pockets of his leather pants as he whispered into his ear:
"Are you ever gonna light that?"
The cork popped, and Rick swung the bottle over the sink as it fizzed. He brought his lips to Mark's ear to respond as he poured two glasses for them.
"Are you gonna light it for me?"
Mark grinned. There was a chair at the sink and he pushed Rick in it as he straddled his lap, before handing him one of the glasses.
"Cheers", they said together, and then both drank. Rick noted with satisfaction that he had poured and Mark had drank; the champagne was not drugged. He was being paranoid.
Mark slid the cigar from Rick’s mouth and cut the end with a cigar cutter on a tray next to the sink. From the tray he selected a large silver butane lighter and, after kissing Rick, brought the cigar and then the lighter to Rick's lips. Their eyes locked as Rick puffed hard, and the clouds of smoke billowed from his lips. "You're going to share this with me", Rick grunted through the cigar; he took a deep drag and then took the cigar from his lips; he pulled Mark to him and exhaled as he gave him a long, smoky kiss. Mark sighed in pleasure, and Rick leaned back in his chair as they kissed. For several minutes they sat like that, kissing and smoking, until Mark reluctantly slid from Rick's lap. Rick looked at him quizzically.
"The bath is getting cold, and I want to show you something", Mark said. "Come on." Rick let himself be led out to the bedroom. As he took Rick's hand, Mark reached and turned on a small but powerful fan on the end of the sink.
"It'll help circulate the cigar smoke", he said. He smiled at Rick and pulled him in for another kiss. "I want to smell you all through this suite."
Mark led Rick to a closet in the other room. When the door opened, the smell of leather was unmistakable, and Rick's crotch, already at full mast, nearly burst through the zipper of his pants when Mark hit the light switch.
It was a leather trooper outfit. Beautiful, black leather, with grey piping. Mark had already tucked two Excalibur #1's into the pocket of the short sleeved uniform shirt. Rick reached instinctively to touch the leather. He pulled off a glove and exhaled a cloud of cigar smoke as his senses registered the smell and softness of the thick leather. He slid his arms around Mark to embrace him, and it wasn't until then that he noticed the new shining trooper boots on the floor.
":Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..." Rick thought he might cry. He felt Mark's lips on his and hugged him tight. "Thank you, baby...Jesus, thank you....!"
For several long moments they stood there in front of the new leather trooper outfit Mark had presented to Rick, kissing, each kiss more hungry as their tongues darted into one another's mouths and they bit playfully at each other's lips. Rick felt dizzy from the champagne and the surrealness of the moment, and he laughed out loud and pulled Mark hard in towards his erect crotch as he realized his feeling of lightheadness was rooted in the joy of finally being in this man's arms and not any sedative he had been slipped.
"Let's go to bed", the leatherman said impulsively, and he laughed out loud at the reaction on Mark's face; there was a flash of instant agreement before he frowned.
"I planned a lot of romance for this night, baby, and you're going to have to trust me to take care of you and treat you to an amazing night before we end up in that bed..." and Mark took Rick's hand and led him to the foot of the enormous king size bed. It was turned down for the evening with enormous, overstuffed pillows at the head, and now for the first time Rick noticed the rose on the one pillow - his pillow! - and the rose petals that had been scattered on and around the bed. He felt himself start to choke up again, and reached to encircle Mark's waist with his gloved hands and pull him hard back into his embrace, so he would feel the enormity of the erection he had right now pushing against his ass, as Rick bent to kiss and suck on his neck. Rick slipped one arm around to the front of Mark's body and grunted and then moaned in longing as he felt through the leather pants Mark was wearing the enormity of his own shaft, and with a grin, working his lips up to Mark's ear, he tugged with his fingers at the zipper of Mark's pants and then chuckled with absolute pleasure when his lover let out a gasp and his body shuddered in Rick's arms as the gloved hand closed onto his naked and erect cock.
"This is mine", Rick whispered in Mark's ear, tugging on his hard cock to emphasize the point, and Mark nodded, close to cumming. Mark inhaled sharply at the shock of the feeling of the leathered muscular hand squeezing and tugging at his erection. He turned his body in towards his lover's, and again, they stood for several minutes, kissing, only now with the rhythm of Rick pulling and pushing against Mark's naked cock with his gloved hand.
Finally Mark pushed him away, smiling at him, and Rick brought the cigar to his lips and took a long drag as their eyes locked; they understood; they had waited so long for this and were going to take their time and enjoy every possible romantic moment the night had to offer before falling asleep in one another's arms.
Mark stepped forward and stroked Rick's goatee and lips while the leatherman listened to his words:
"Baby, I drew a hot bath for you. Bought you your favorite cigars. Got a bottle of Dom Perignon. Scented Candles. I would be so, so happy....if you would walk into that bathroom and let me take care of you for two hours. Show you how you should be taken care of every night. Then when we're done I will wrap you in a big fluffy towel and dry you off myself...I'll lead you to this bed and give you the best massage you have ever had with my hands and my tongue...and then ask you to try on the leathers I bought for you while I watch...before i pull you back to this bed....and make every inch of you feel good, something I have been dying to do since the moment I first met you..."
Rick ducked his head, overwhelmed. He took a long, deep drag on his cigar, and then stepped in quickly to slide his arms around his lover as he pressed his lips to his ear:
"I'll be waiting for you in the bathroom", Rick said, and he kissed him. Mark smiled, and their eyes locked.
"Go, sit on the chair in there, but don't undress yet, please", Mark said to him. "i want to do that for you. I bought a couple of things today - bath gel, body lotion, and massage oils, that I want to use on you - let me get them out of my bag...and then we'll play..."
They kissed. Rick exhaled a cloud of smoke as he raised a gloved finger to Mark's lips.
"Don't be long", Rick said, and then his boots echoed as he walked across the length of the suite into the bathroom, and sat in the chair in front of the bathtub. The chair sat in full view of the doorway, and the leatherman sat with his back to the doorway, an imposing figure as he sat and puffed. Rick flexed his limbs and stomped his boots, and brought his leathered hands together in the smacking of a fist against his palm, reveling in the sounds of his leather and boots, and knowing the effect it would have on Mark. The fan blew from the long tiled sink behind him, and Rick inhaled hard on his Excalibur and blew clouds of smoke which were caught in the breeze from the fan and filled the room to billow into the suite beyond. Rick would fill this place with his scent, the way his lover had requested.

Mark was HARD. Hard as a rock, and happy. Everything had gone according to plan, and now his lover sat in the chair which Mark had placed very carefully.
From his bag Mark took the bath gel and body lotion and massage oil; he also removed a tube of K-Y, a pair of handcuffs, an enormous roll of duct tape, a roll of thick cord, a ballgag, buttplug, and dildo, and a tube of something that had a prescription label printed across it.
From the closet, Mark removed two slings.
He stole a look over his shoulder at the smoking leatherman past the doorway of the bathroom. The stomping of the boots was less frequent now, the flexing of the limbs to give Mark the benefit of the sound of the stretching leather had stopped.
Rick had grown quiet.
Mark smiled. He reached into one of the cowboy boots he had in the closet and pulled out the brown tinted bottle. It had been full when he had checked in earlier. Now it was almost a quarter empty. Mark chuckled as he walked slowly towards the bathroom; Rick had played perfectly into his hands; the leatherman had been so flattered by the requests to fill the room with his cigar and scent that he hadn't realized the same request would hide the smell of the chloroform he had been breathing ever since he stepped into the bathroom.
Rick heard the steps approaching behind him, and a lazy smile spread across his face as he puffed on his cigar. His lover was approaching to undress him! He imagined Mark's hands peeling the leather from his body and his erection almost ached against his zipper. He had been sitting with his legs crossed but now uncrossed them - and was surprised at how heavily the boots fell to the floor. He was getting drunk, he thought with a grin; he would make Mark finish the rest of the champagne and would cool it for a while until he sobered up. He reached to take the cigar from his mouth and his gloved hand had trouble finding it; he first smacked his chin and then overshot to his nose, and as he started to rise from the chair and turn to face his lover he finally found it, his gloved fingers closing on the familiar roundness of his stogie, but then he had trouble coordinating both that moment with the lift from his chair, and he took only a step before he stepped back and fell back into his seated position. He stared for several moments at Mark - the grin on his face evidence of the joy he felt reflexively at just being able to stare finally into that face - before his eyes moved to take in the rest of his lover's body, and he saw the bottle.
Their eyes locked.
"NOOOOooooooooo...." Rick slurred, and he lurched out of his chair on sheer willpower, stumbling towards Mark as his mind struggled to comprehend the trap. He had been sitting there smoking. Mark had never come near him! He tripped on his own boot heel and fell hard towards the wall; only a weak reflex saved him, and his gloved hand clapped hard onto the long tiled sink against the wall which held the towels and the fan.
His gaze fell on the fan and the pile of towels beside it. Only now did he notice the one towel, a handtowel, placed at the end of the sink, directly under the jetstream blowing from the fan. If he had noticed it earlier, it had struck him only for the manner in which it fit with everything else; a white towel, a handtowel, undoubtedly placed near the end of the sink for people to use to dry their hands after washing.
Rick squinted at the towel now, his mind verrrry slowly processing the information it received as his legs started to buckle; he had been standing in the breeze from the fan for several breaths now.
The towel was wet; the light from the bathroom fixture above clearly illuminated a wet spot the size of a pancake, filling the center of the fabric.
And no one had washed their hands.
The towel was suddenly gone, snatched from his view, and just as quickly as Rick guessed it's significance, Mark was pressing it over his face, encircling the leatherman's waist to pull his body towards him as he administered the final breaths of the chloroform.
Rick started to scream, but the outcome was never in doubt. He was already weak, and semi-conscious. His boots dragged heavily on the floor as Mark seized him. The cigar in Rick's gloved fingers fell and rolled on the floor as Mark slid another arm under the leatherman's ass to catch him as he succumbed; Rick's hands pushed weakly at Mark’s chest, but he was further surprised when Mark suddenly removed the rag, pulled Rick's body up into a cradle carry, and then kissed him hard for several long seconds as Mark sat down onto the chair. Rick moaned. In spite of himself and his anger, he started to respond, and his hands went from pushing weakly his assailant away to encircling his neck and pulling him closer, drawing on the sensation of his lover's lips and tongue to try to remain conscious. Completely supported by his lover's arms, he tucked his head into Mark's chest and enjoyed the feeling of being where he had dreamt of for the last twelve months.
That was when Mark suddenly pulled from the kiss and replaced the rag over Rick's nose and mouth with a firm, viselike grip. Rick felt the leather of Mark’s glove press against his face and locked eyes with the man in whose arms he was swiftly losing consciousness, and it didn't seem like such a terrible idea. He kissed Mark's hand through the cloth and the leather and inhaled deeply, willingly.
Mark thought he would shoot his load as he watched the eyes of the man he had come to love blink and then roll back and finally close in a deep, chloroformed sleep. Mark reached his arm to the floor and picked up the cigar Rick had dropped as he was going under; he took a deep drag then blew a cloud of smoke in Rick's face as he removed the rag he had used to drug him. He took his time running his hands all over the body of this man he adored as he slowly puffed and exhaled smoke into that beautiful face.
"Rub a dub, dub, baby....time for our bath...."