The pillion and his friend 1

Author: leerbart
Title: The pillion and his friend #1
Date: 02 September 2019

It's a pity I'm not really someting of a writer. All kinds of thoughts bot nut able to put them on paper. Nevertheless I'll try to make you partners of something that
happened a few years ago.
It was such a nice day. The sun was shining. Not too warm. And I thought it would be a good day for touring on my motorbike. So after breakfast I put on a tight
black speedo, a tight lycra t-shirt and my black Dainese leathercombi over it. I put my old heavy crossboots on to look at my best. I went into my garage ... sat
myself on my bike and drove away.

After a drive of some 45 minutes I saw a small parking lot and I decided to take a little rest and stretch my legs. I put my bike on its standard and set myself on a
bench. I felt the sun on my leathered legs which felt great. Saw some bikers passing by. Not so much leather though. And I looked around to see who was sitting
along. Then, at a sudden, I saw a guy in some tight laced-up leather jeans. A leather bikerjacket and a helmet in his hands. He looked quite distressed. He walked
towards me and when he was near enough I turned towards him and asked him if something was wrong.
Then he told me he was on the way with his boike when it broke down and since he forgot his handy and wasn't able to call for assistance he put it near the road
and decided to walk towards a spot where he could ask people to help him out. I have to admit I found him so helpless and sooooo goodlooking that I invited him
to put on his helmet, climb on my bike behind me and I would drive him to his bike and see what we could do to get him on his way again.

So he did and we went off. We drove ... drove ... and drove. But no motorcycle. And after a 20 minutes, when I saw the chance to stop along the road, I stopped
and signed him to get of my bike. And I asked him where the hell this bike of his was. He went a bit red. He looked to the ground and then he told me he didn't
have a bike at all. But he was fond of leather and he sooo wanted to drive a bike. But he didn't have the money to buy one and that was the reason he seduiced
other bikers to take him with them. Going to bikers who stopped at the parking lot ... tell them his story ... in the hope they would take him with them. And sometimes
he was lucky enough they did.
I sat on my bike and I was flabbergasted. The guts of this guy. Telling me this. All kind of thoughts passed my head. I just wanted to step down and give him a good
beating up to teach him a lesson. And just the same moment I smelled my chances. If he could deceive me like this .... why not take my revenge ?
So I started to laugh and I said: "Well boy, you have me there. I admire your guts. Put on your helmet, step on my bike and we will drive a bit more. Come with me
and we will have a coffee aftewards at my place. O.K. ?"
He looked up and started to smile. "Yes Sir .... I would love it". So he put his helmet back on and stepped on my bike again. We drove further. He, holdng me tight.
And I thought I could feel a bit of a boner in my back. After a while we arrived at my place. I put my bike in my garage and I invited the boy to enter.

Now before goin' further I must tell something about my garage. When I bought the house, I mentioned the garage was huge. It was very deep and long. At least
place for four cars. And with only one ar and a bike I asked myself what I could do with all that space. So I had a wall build in on the side and in the back ... so at
the end I had a corridor that led to a room that could function as a dungeon. In the hall an extra door was placed next to the door that leads from the hall into the
garage. It looks so natural that no one ever asks me where the second is leading to ... and if ever they would ask: into a wardrobe ... where I put my leather
bikersuits (I have several) etc. But a little bit further in the wardrobe is another door that leads to the corridor and the darkroom / dungeon.

I guess the situation is clear. I asked to guy to put his helmet in the wardrobe and follow me. And I asked him if he would like a coffee. He said he would and I invited
him into my sittingroom. He sat down and I went into the kitchen to make some coffee. During that we talked and he told me lots about his love for leather, his
girlfriend (his girlfriend ?) and a friend he always had leatherfun with. I started to become very curious about the kind of leatherfun he could have with a friend when
having a girlfriend.
When the coffee was ready I of course didn't forget to put some sleepingdrops in it. I didnt want him to fall asleep. Just become drousy so I could handle him. In the
mean time he talked, we drank .... he put his handy on the coffeetable. Something about that amused me since he told me he forgot to take his handy with him. But
who cares .....
After a while he started to act slower and slower, speak slower and slower ... his head falling forwards on his breast. He threw his head in his neck but it fell forwards
again. His chin on his breast. The time was ripe. I said to him: "Hey mate, come on, it looks like you are falling apart. Maybe you should take a little rest."
He looked at me and he tried to get up from the sofa. He didn't manage that on his own and I helped him up. Immediately I put his hands on his back and I led him into
the hall, through the door into the corridor. And as you know ... the corridor ends into a nice but very well equiped darkroom.
In the room I have some nice items installed. A bondagetable, bondagechair and a rack against which I shifted him. And before he could resist I had his arms behind it
and I started to tie his hands with rope together behind one of the bars. With a rather "drunk" voice he started to say to me: "Hey man, what are you doing ? Let me go."
I smiled and said: "I will let you go in due time, mate. First I am goin' to teach you a little lesson. Never fool around with leathermen like me."
And I went further. Tieing his breast against the rack and then I kicked his leg apart. His one leg against the left pole and his other leg against the other. As quick as
possible I tied his ankles and knees against the poles. So at the end he was standing in front of me with spread legs. Now he started to awake and he noticed he couldn't
move. He started to struggle and to yell. "Hey, fuck you, let me go. You bastard. What are you doing ? I'll tear you apart !"
I started to laugh. "Who is goin' to fuck who ? I think I am in charge now, boy. And I'm going to tear something of you apart."
He went on with shouting so I thought it would be better to silence him. Even though nobody knew he was here and could hear him. But hey, I love to gag my victims. So
I grabbed a penisgag from a shelf and pinched his nose. He screamed and in went the gag. And I also put a leather blindfold over his eyes. He shook his head to avoid it
but no chance he could resist it. I pulled the blindfold and the gag as tight as possible. Of course there was still some noise but it was muffled enough.
I couldn't resist myself and I slapped the boys butt. It felt so smooth. And I have to say the boy had a fantastic butt. And we all know what those kind of butts are made for.
I tapped the boy on his head and said: "You played with me .... well, one turn deserves another. You wanted leatherfun ? I will have my leatherfun with you". I grabbed him
in his leathered crotch. He yelled in the gag. I started to rub his cock. And even though he tried to pull away from me - which wasn't possible of course - I felt his cock
stiffening in his leathers. O yes ... I have very versatile hands.
I tapped him on the head and said: "Relax boy, you will have your leatherfun and I will have my fun with you. Think about the pleasure you are going to get.But I have to
dress up for this special occasion before we do."
I left the room, enjoying the muffled screams in the gag. O yes, I certainly was going to enjoy this tasty leatherlad.