Drinking Age

 Drinking Age

Last weekend had been my 19th birthday.  I had headed home to East Texas, stayed with my grandparents, had a small party at home, and been prayed over at the First Presbyterian Church. Now I was back in Houston, I had finished my day's work at the Rice University library, and it was Friday evening. 

I had never been to a bar, although my family weren't teetotalers, and I had had beer and wine at home. But it was 1984, it was Texas, and the drinking age was 19. Normally friends would take you out, but most of my friends were elsewhere for the summer, and my roommates were Evangelical Christians. They didn't drink.  They were also away for the weekend at an Intervarsity retreat. Me, I wanted to go to my first bar, and this was my chance to do it. 

We lived at the southern edge of the Bohemian part of town, the Montrose, and a few blocks from the house we rented there was a bar. It was called The Mineshaft.  It was large raised wooden cottage of the type common on the Gulf Coast, with stairs leading up to the front door. Some owners would turn the ground level "basement" of these houses into apartments.  In this case however a berm had been built on three sides of the house, so that the basement had earth around it. The rear of the house had a high fence so that you couldn't see what was behind it. The wooden exterior was unpainted but looked treated, and the roof was tin, which gave it the look of an old (if very large) mining shack.  

The clientele looked to be only men.  Often fit, muscular, tough looking men. I thought it might be a biker bar, or...something else — they looked too clean cut to be bikers. I knew there was a gay community in the Montrose, but knew practically nothing about it. 

I was nerdy, skinny, un-athletic, and out of shape.  When I played D&D with my friends in High School I had imagined myself as a muscular and strong warrior. The thought of The Mineshaft and its men stirred something in me.  What would it hurt if I just had my first drink in a bar there? And if it was unsavory, I could just leave. No one had to know. 

I had made my mind up.  After work I walked to the house we were renting, changed into tennis shorts, a light blue polo shirt, and tan top siders.  I was very nervous as I walked the blocks to The Mineshaft. It was a warm evening, but that wasn't the only reason I was sweating. 

I got to The Mineshaft.  Stairs led up the berm to an empty front porch.  It was early still: My watch said seven minutes before six.  I stood in the sun for a moment, took a deep breath, and walked up the stairs. 

The porch was deep and ran along the whole front, cajun style. The wood was unpainted, somewhat grayed and bleached by the sun, but there were no signs of decay.  The door was similar, rustic, but with a round leaded-glass window in the upper part. The door handle was brass. I turned it and pushed it open.  

The first thing I felt was cool air, not cold — air-conditioned, but lightly so. I stepped in. There was a wood-paneled vestibule, with a counter at the far end. There was a wooden wall behind it, but off to the left there was an opening covered by a black curtain.  Behind the counter a man was standing with his arms crossed. He was wearing tight faded jeans with a bulging crotch.  Muscular arms and shoulders and neck issued out of a tight white tank top that just covered large pecs. He was clean shaven, and his hair was bleached platinum blond and cut short.

"Howdy", he said.  "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I mean I've seen this place walking by, and thought I should check it out and have a beer."

"Well this is a private club...." he tilted his head sympathetically to one side. "Maybe I can get you in.  You have ID?"

I pulled out my wallet and handed him my driver's license.  He looked at it. 

"You just turn 19?"

I nodded. 

"First time in a bar?"

"Yeah"

"Let me talk to the boss."

He went into the big room to my left.  A few moments later he returned. Behind him was a man, tall, with brown wavy hair, a neatly trimmed mustache and the shadow of a heavy bead, a muscular neck and hair sneaking out the top of a gray t-shirt that hugged a huge chest.  I could see the nipples on the pecs poking against the shirt. Big shoulders above big hairy arms caught my attention. A tight stomach beckoned above a black leather belt fastened with a silver belt buckle showing the legs, butt, and back of a muscular man lying propped up on his right arm, his head turned in profile.   Very tight well-worn jeans covered his legs. The crotch bulged and there was the outline of his penis going a few inches down into the left leg of his jeans. I stared, mesmerized, my jaw dropping. 

The man stretched forth his hand.  "Tom?" , he said, "I'm Carl Schmidtz." I recovered my composure and took his hand.  "Yeah, Thomas Campbell.  My friends call me Tom,"

"'Tom' it is then!  This is your first time in a bar?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"What made you want to come here?" he asked. 

"I dunno, something about it looked cool."

Carl nodded. "I think I know what you're looking for." he said. I'll give you a weekend pass. See if you like the place. If you do, maybe you wanna join."

"Phil, fill out the 72-hour pass for this guy," "Yes Mr. Schmitz." said Phil.  He took a piece of paper out of a drawer and started filling it out.  Me, I couldn't take my eyes off Carl.

"We have a rule here", said Carl "wallets, watches, and valuables, they get locked up here. You settle your tab at the end of the evening. Just ask the bartender if you want to keep track of how much you're spending."

"OK"

There was a doorway leading into a small room on my right full of what looked like post office boxes. Phil set the pass on the counter.  "Sign here", he said. I did. He returned my driver's license.  I put it in my billfold and I gave him my billfold and watch.  He took them and put them in one of the mailboxes.  He then gave me a key attached to a black stretch cord. I put it in my right pocket. 

Carl put an arm around my shoulder.  I was super nervous, but it felt good for this big man to touch me. I also felt a boner in my briefs, and wondered if it showed.  Carl put his mouth up to my ear, his mustache barely brushing it as he did.  "This is my club.  I want every man to have a good, *healthy*, *safe* time, and to feel like he belongs. Trust me.  I'll look after you this weekend so you do.  You can go at any time if you feel uncomfortable. ... So are you *coming* with me or are you going?"

The word "coming" was said with particular emphasis. I was scared, but horny.  Carl squeezed my shoulder with his right hand, moved it down, and gave another gentle squeeze to my upper arm. I turned my head to look at him. He had a kind smile on his face and looked at me with his green eyes. I melted at that look.  

"You coming with me, or going?" he asked, in normal calm voice. 

"Coming with you", I gasped out.

He put his right arm around my neck again, pulled aside the curtain with his left, and I followed him into the club.

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A large room paneled in brown wood revealed itself. There were framed posters and pictures along the wall.  The nearest, to my left, caught my eye, as it showed the backside of a naked muscular black man pressed against a white man, their arms around each other.  A caption said "YOU CAN HAVE FUN (and be safe, too)." with small print and a telephone number below it. My eyes just about popped out of my head.  "A friend of mine just sent me that from San Francisco.", Carl said.

Carl pointed to his right, "Meet Bull." I looked startled at the figure leaning at the wall just next to the opening.  He was tall, six-three or six-four, and looked like a bodybuilder, bigger even than Carl. His smooth tanned torso was naked except for a pair of crossed leather straps framing his pecs. His legs were covered with black leather chaps, but no trousers, only what looked like the biggest jockstrap I'd ever seen, in leather, a jockstrap straining to hold his balls and a cock that curved under him in place. I thought this must be fake. No flaccid dick could be that big. His feet were in black leather combat boots, and there were leather straps around both upper arms. He had high cheek bones.  He hair was black and straight, cut a little short. He reached forth his right hand. 

I took it. "Tom" I managed to squeak out. He smiled. "Pleasure to meet you, Tom." His grip was very firm, as if he could have crushed my hand, but chose not to. He held mine for a moment longer than is usual in a hand shake, then released it. I couldn't take my eyes off him. His smile broadened. 

"Bull here keeps the peace. He makes sure everybody follows the rules, and nobody is made to feel unwelcomed or unsafe. You ever need help, holler for Bull."

I nodded. Bull nodded back. 

Carl leaned in toward Bull. "Come over to the house after you close up tonight." Bull pursed his lips and nodded.  

"I looked all over the country to find the perfect bouncer." said Carl as we strolled slowly into the room. "A man who met all my requirements.  Bull's half Caddo, and was bullied because of his size.  He wasn't allowed to play sports, for *reasons*." Carl smiled.  "So he decided to make himself as big and as strong as he could, to stand up to the bullies.  People got scared of him, and stayed away, but he was still lonely. Some tried to exploit him.  A friend of mine who owns a gay bar in Oklahoma City told me about him.  I met him. He was exactly what I wanted.  Being bullied makes him VERY protective of little guys, and he's a *huge* draw for the club." Carl laughed. 

("So that thing in his jockstrap is REAL!", I thought to myself.)

 "Also, I discovered that he's super smart.  Talent for languages, and a voracious reader.  He not only speaks Caddo and English but Spanish and French and German and Greek and Latin, even something called sand-script, whatever the fuck that is."

Carl continued, "But the most important thing about Bull, Tom, is that he is totally trustworthy, and fiercely loyal. God forbid I do anything to lose his trust. Don't ever lie to him or try to BS him. He'll see right through you.  But if you're always straight with him he'll be your friend, no matter what else."

(Looking back forty years, I'm glad to say that when the test came Carl never betrayed Bull's trust, even when it cost him.)

"Anyway, let's get you that drink." Carl said. "We only have a wine and beer permit." I hardly heard what he said.  I was thinking about Bull, and about Carl. Also the posters on the wall showed naked or near naked men.  I was getting hornier than I had ever been, and it scared me. 

In addition to the bartender and Bull, there were about eight other men in the bar, sitting or standing with beers and chatting; two were playing pool. Most were shirtless, with either leather harnesses or leather vests. They were fit, and of various ages. A couple of men had beards, and there were a couple others with just mustaches. Most wore tight jeans, although one had leather shorts on. The bartender was dressed similarly to the desk clerk at the entrance, but was thinner and more tanned with sandy blond hair.  

One of the pool players was hairy, mustached, and young.  He was stripped to the waist, and had tucked his white t-shirt in the back of his jeans. He looked up and smiled at me.  I recognized him!  Ted, Ted Armstrong. He was a member of Baker, my residential college at Rice.  A moment of panic struck me.  I had been seen, but there was no turning back now.

"We had to settle for a beer and wine license to stay open," Carl was saying. "The State of Texas wanted to shut us down for health reasons, so when I bought this place I had to make a lot of changes to stay open." My mind was elsewhere.

"Tom, what would you like." said Carl. Ted was walking over to me. "Ted?" I said.

"Uh", I looked at the bar. I saw Shiner on tap.  "A Shiner, please, sir." 

Carl smiled at the "sir."  "Boy's got the right attitude!  Rick, give him a Shiner." Carl turned his head toward me. "Something to eat?  You like tuna salad?" I nodded.  Where was Ted?

I heard a voice behind me. "Hey Tom!" I felt arms reach around me from behind, and pull me in.  I tensed for a moment, then relaxed into them. I could get used to this. "You ok!", Ted said. I nodded.  "Sorry to startle you, Tom.  That's just how we say hello here." I put my arms over his and pressed them into my stomach "I think he likes it" Ted said to Carl.  I nodded. 

 

"Ted, Tom and I are going to have a little chat.  You can join us later, though."

"Sure thing", said Ted.  He hugged me tight before heading off. I followed Carl over to a table in a corner of the room, and we sat down. Above him was a large framed picture showing six muscly Japanese men in loincloths carrying a giant wooden phallus on their shoulders. 

I sipped my beer.  "This place ..." I said hesitantly. "This place...," started Carl.  "Excuse me, these are new boots, and I haven't broken them in yet." He pulled the boots off his feet with a grimace.  He slid his chair over a bit to my left, and put his feet up on the empty chair now between us pushing it towards me as he stretched out his legs. His stocking feet were now close along side my left thigh.  "That's better.", he said with a sigh. I could now see his crotch, and his dick hard and outlined and snaking down his left trouser leg.  Phil set down a plate with a tuna sandwich and potato chips in front of me.

"You should definitely eat something." said Carl, pointing to the sandwich. I made myself eat.  It was actually a good sandwich, but my mind was elsewhere."

"This place is", Carl continued with emphasis, "a men's ... gay ... leather bar ... and sex club." He paused, and put his hands behind his head.  I gulped.  Carl pushed my beer towards me.  I took a sip. 

"I bought it because I did not want it to close, and because I figured the best way to prevent AIDS was to have a place for men to learn how to play safely. And I bought it so that young guys like you and Ted who've discovered you're turned on by men could explore that safely, and have the support and help of other men, without being exploited or mistreated." 

He was silent.  I kept eating.  "Chuck our cook makes damn good tuna salad, doesn't he. " I nodded.

At that moment a middle-aged man with a broad face wearing a leather vest walked up.  "Hey Doc," said Carl. "This is Tom.  He's thinking about becoming a member."  "Doc" reached out a hand to me.  "Robert Henderson, but everybody here calls me 'Doc'" I wiped my hands on my napkin as I stood up and shook his. "Doc's our resident health expert." said Carl. 

"Internal medicine at Methodist," said Doc. "Carl's place is the best place to be right now," he smiled.  "Well, I'll let you two finish your conversation. Nice to meet you, Tom.". 

"Nice to meet you, too, sir." I replied. 

I sat down. While it was cooler than outside, it was warm, but I was now sweating from more than from the temperature. Carl's t-shirt also showed signs of sweat at the armpits. I continued eating my sandwich, but couldn't keep my eyes off Carl. I didn't bother with more than a couple potato chips. Then I pushed the plate away.  Carl reached down and stripped off his t-shirt, revealing a hairy muscular chest and rippling abs.  I could not help myself giving a gasp.  

Carl tossed the t-shirt at me, and I caught it.  I could smell his sweat on it, and resisted an impulse to put it up to my nose.  "So, Tom, you going, or you coming?". 

"I don't wanna go" I blurted out.  

"Ok then," replied Carl. He looked up and nodded at someone behind me.

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"Mr. Schmidtz, a member has complained that someone in the club is not dressed according to the dress code."

Carl sat up, and leaned over, and whispered in my ear, "Trust me. This will be fun. If you ever want to leave just say you wanna go and Bull will escort you back to the front desk and out." I nodded. 

Louder,  "Who would that be, Bull?"

"Mr Campbell here."

"How is he not in compliance, Bull."

"Well, sir, topsiders aren't allowed."

Carl moved aside the chair on which he had put his legs.  He then picked up my right foot and lifted it. He set it on his chair between his legs, and then put his right socked foot on my chair, just brushing my crotch.  I felt Bull's hands grip my shoulder, firmly but gently.

"Like this one Bull."

"Yessir"

Carl slipped off my topsider and set it on the floor, then rested my heel on his left thigh so that it was touching his erect dick through his jeans. He then pressed the socked toes of his right foot against my crotch. I let out a gasp of pleasure.

"There's another topsider sir."

"Would you get it please, Bull."

"Yessir." 

Bull knelt down next to me, lifted my left foot, removed its topsider, and set it by the other one.  He grabbed my right thigh as if to push himself up, and gave it a squeeze. Then he stood up over me.  

"Anything else, Bull?"

"Polo shirts aren't code, sir."

"Then we gotta do something about that, Bull."

"Yessir."

I felt two hands slide under my armpits. Then as if I weighed nothing, Bull picked me up, while my chair was slid away.  Bull stood me up, and Carl stood up in front of me. I looked down at his chest and abs and jeans and bulge and stocking feet. Was this happening?  It was way better than any jack-off fantasy I'd ever had. 

Bull raised up my arms over my head.  Carl put a finger under my chin, and tilted my head until I was looking him in the eye. We stared eye to eye as he raised my shirt until it blocked the view. Off came the shirt. I could now see Ted over Carl's shoulder, smiling at me.  Carl slowly ran his fingers up my stomach, then started tickling each of my nipples with his thumbs. I shivered. I realized I was now naked except for my tennis shorts and briefs. 

"What else, Bull?"

"Tennis shorts aren't code, sir."

Carl looked me in the eye as he reached down to my shorts. He unbuttoned the top, then he proceeded to unzip them. As he did I gave out a little moan as the descending zipper touched my dick.  He let my shorts drop to the floor around my ankles.  He bent over, retrieved my key from the pocket, then slid the black band up my right arm until it sat on my bicep. 

"What about the briefs, Bull?"

"The dress code allows for briefs, sir."

"That's good." Carl's fingers started lightly brushing my crotch.  "How many violations is that, Bull?" 

"Four, sir."

"And what is the penalty for four dress code violations?"

"The rack. No more than two hours on the rack, sir."

"Men, Thomas Campbell is accused of four violations of the dress code.  How do you find him?"

"Guilty" said a chorus of voices behind me.

"And the penalty?"

"The rack"

"Bull, take the prisoner to the mineshaft."

Carl leaned over to Ted, "You stick with him and make sure he's ok." Carl winked at me. 

Bull came around, stooped down, grabbed me around the waist, and threw me over his shoulder, my butt in the air.  My shorts fell off my feet and onto the floor. Ted came up behind, put his face next to mine, and whispered, "Having fun?" "Yeah" I gasped quietly.  He gave me a little kiss on the cheek. 

Meanwhile men started coming up and swatting gently or rubbing my other cheeks, which made me even harder, if possible. Bull headed off carrying me. We entered an old industrial elevator.  Men were chanting "Mineshaft! Mineshaft!.  Ted joined us in the elevator.  I heard a door slam shut.  Ted caressed my hair and my briefs-covered butt as we descended. Then the elevator stopped with a jolt. 

Ted opened the door.  There was little light, and it was eerily quiet.  Bull set me down gently.  Ted said quietly, "Come this way.". He led me out of the elevator. The floor felt like cold smooth stone. He led me through a door on the left into a black tiled room with a showerhead on a hose and a bench, hooks in the walls and what looked like a sink in

the floor with two places for feet in either side. I sensed there was someone in the shadows on my right. 

Ted closed the door behind us. The man stepped out of the shadows, wearing only boots, some kind of heavy black codpiece, a leather harness, x-shaped on the chest, and a mask with eye-holes covering the upper half his head.  I recognized Carl. 

"Come here!, said Carl. I automatically said, "Yes sir!"  He put his hand at the back of my neck and drew me towards him.  "You wanna kiss me, boy!" I nodded. 

Ted whispered in my ear "Yes, please, sir!". "Yes, please, sir!" I said out loud.  Carl put his lips to mine, and gently started working them with his.  It felt so good. Carl pulled back.  He was still massaging the back of my neck. "You have no plans for this weekend." 

"No, sir, uh, just Sunday church." 

"You have plans now. We'll get you to church."

"But first — boy who signs things without reading them — you need to be punished! With pleasure, of course!" Carl grinned, and Ted gave a laugh. "Before that, do you need to use the restroom?"

"Um, yeah, I need to piss."

"Ok. You can piss is the squat toilet in the floor.  Then use the soap and shower hose to rinse the toilet then wash your genitals, your ass crack, and armpits, ok?  You can put your briefs on that hook, and there's a bar of soap and a clean towel on that bench there.  We'll turn around to give you some privacy."

"Ok", I said.  I took off my briefs.  I had put on a fresh pair after work and could tell by the light they were clean. (I didn't want to be embarrassed by a brown streak.). Why was I doing this?  This was crazy!  But hadn't I fantasized about being manhandled?  And there was something about Carl. He was the sexiest man I'd ever met, and something about him made me feel I could trust him. 

I finished taking a piss.  Then I washed off as requested. I dried myself off, put my briefs back on, and walked back over to Carl and Ted, who had their backs turned.  I tapped Carl on the shoulder.  He turned around smiling. "Come here", he said.  He wrapped me up in a big bear hug.  Ted put his hand on my shoulder.  

"Let me explain what's going to happen so you're ok with it." I nodded.  We are going to blindfold you, and the three of us are going to walk you to the dungeon. Then Bull is going to lay you on the rack.  It's covered with a leather pad which is confortable to lie on. Then we're going to put your arms in the upper stock. It's got soft leather on the inside and doesn't hurt.  Ted here is getting the honor of removing you briefs. Then your legs go in the lower stock. I promise I won't pull too hard. The whole time we will be doing things to make you feel good. Bull's job is to make sure that you're ok.  If at anytime you want us to stop just say "red".  You can quit or leave at any time."

"My job is to make you feel as good as I can for as long as I can before you cum.  I am good at making boys beg to cum. It will be fun, I promise. You must tell me when you feel like you're starting to cum. ok? 

"Ok." I said

Carl continued, "While we're playing in the dungeon Tom, remember to call me 'sir', to say 'please' and 'thank you', ok?  If you're uncomfortable or in pain tell me.  If you don't like me doing something tell me. Ok?"

"Ok" I nodded.

"After you cum, I am going to take you and Ted home.  Bull will join us later.  You'll be sleeping with us, if you want.  Would you like that?  Bull's great at cuddling boys."

"Yeah, I'd like that."

Carl continued, "Like Ted here, once we play together we're buddies. ok. As Ted here can testify, I take care of my buddies, ok?" I could see Ted nod his head at that. 

I nodded.  

"Ready for some fun, Tom?"

"Yeah!" I said.

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So here I was, a good Presbyterian boy, a skinny nerd, with no sexual experience, wearing only my briefs, being blindfolded and led into a sex dungeon by a big muscled leatherman skilled in making boys beg to cum. That was the scary thrilling thought running through my head. 

After he put the blindfold on me, he and Ted led me out of that weird toilet shower thing into the hall.  "You want Bull to carry you again?" Carl asked. I nodded yes.  

It was hard to keep track of the turns in the route, but I could tell when we walked into a big space. The air was warm. There was obviously a crowd there, as I could tell from the breathing.  There was also the smell of sweat.  

Bull dropped me onto a yielding leather surface, face up. I felt hands grab my wrists and ankles and pull me spread eagle. My hands were placed on some kind of soft leather semicircles and held there.  I then felt something heavy, also covered in leather to compete the circle, and then a click and my hands were held fast.  My feet had leather cuffs placed around them, and they were pulled tight. I wasn't uncomfortable, but I couldn't move much.  I felt someone sit down to my left; a large thigh pressed against my side.  A hand caressed my hair.  "Have a sip of this." said a voice. It was Bull's. "It's just gatorade so you don't get dehydrated." A tube was placed by my lips, and I sucked some down. It was salty sweet, and somehow comforting.

Hands started caressing me. Bull however stayed right there, a strong safe presence.  "Relax, Tom. Enjoy it.  Let us make you feel good." he whispered in my ear. 

I did.  It felt good.  I began to let out little moans of pleasure. They started massaging my feet, my calves, my thighs, my chest, my stomach, everything except what was covered by the briefs. "Ugh", I let a gasp. It felt so good, as if the kind of pleasure I had before only experienced by stroking my own cock had spread to my whole body. 

Then it stopped.  All except Bull stroking my hair.  I heard what sounded like pebbles rolling against metal. Then suddenly something cold and wet touched my chest. I flinched. Someone was rubbing it on my chest, touching and teasing my nipples with it. Water dripped down my ribcage. It was an ice cube. It felt good in the warm room. 

Then something prickly rolled lightly across my skin, like a wheel with tiny spikes.  It went slowly over my torso, my inner thighs, and finally my briefs, ending by prickling by balls and dick. I gasped again.  Man that felt good!

Then a mustache brushed my lips. I opened my mouth.  Lips pressed against mine.  A tongue wormed its way into my mouth, exploring.  ("That's Ted" whispered Bull.). Fingers caressed  my chest and stomach.  "Man that's hot" — a voice I didn't recognize whispered, followed by a shush. 

Around me I heard other sounds: motion, a zipper lowering, small stifled groans.  Evidently the men were enjoying themselves watching me, and were pleasuring themselves and each other.  At that moment I felt a mustache rub up against my right nipple. I let out a loud gasp. There was muffled laughter. 

"Having fun?" Carl's voice was in my right ear.  I nodded.  Lips and a tongue were caressing my chest and my stomach, slowly moving downward. "Let him see", said Carl's voice. Hands untied my blindfold. Around me men were standing, naked or half naked, wearing harnesses or vests or barechested. Dicks were out. Men were stroking themselves or others. 

Ted's face was above my briefs. He leaned down, and the tip of his nose brushed my cock. "Huh" came out of my mouth.  Ted nuzzled my crotch on either side, sniffing. I writhed at his touch.  The men standing around smiled at my predicament.  

Ted looked up at me smirking,  He caught hold of the waistband of my briefs, slowly revealing my dick. My feet were unfastened and my legs brought together. I lifted my hips and he pulled my briefs down and off. My dick was super hard, pointing straight with a slight curve upward as it did when fully erect. 

My legs were pulled apart again, and lifted up so that my butt was half in the air. Ted nosed my balls, and then started licking around and under them. I was whining and moaning, my dick throbbing with every heartbeat. Then a long piece of wood was brought with two leather covered holes. It hinged open.  My feet were inserted.  It was closed down and bolted. They set it back down on the bed. 

I heard the clink, clink of a winch as the lower stock was pulled down.  I really was immobilized. Then suddenly I felt as part of the bed underneath me was lowered, leaving my butt and thighs hanging in space.  

"You want the gloves to go at his prostate." Ted asked Carl. "No.", said Carl, "I don't want to freak him out. But you can nibble his butt and balls." The space left by the removal of that part of the bed was big enough and deep enough for someone to crawl in there, and that's what Ted did.  I felt nibbling and licking on my butt cheeks. 

I was breathing heavily. I looked up at Bull, who smiled and raised his eyebrows sexily,  He nodded down at his crotch, and as I looked down he pulled his jock down part way, revealing the thickest, and perhaps the longest dick I had ever seen, then covered it up again.  Ted's head popped up between my legs, and he started licking the root of my penis and my ball sack. This was driving me crazy. 

At that moment Carl sat down on my right. He poured a clear oil into his hands, and started massaging my chest and arms. From the smell I guessed it was coconut butter.  Slowly he massaged my hands, foreams, and chest.  The oil was warm.  He even managed to reach under me and do my back.  He handed the bottle to another man who started on my feet and legs.  Carl's fingers worked my face, scalp, neck, and finally my ears.  At that moment I felt one of my testicles being sucked into Ted's mouth, and let out a cry.  

The other testicle got the same treatment.  Then Ted started putting oil on my buttocks, even grazing my anus. He then finished by oiling my testicles, My whole body was now greased except my cock. 

Doc then handed Carl a wooden tube. The inside looked like leather.  "That should be the right size." said Doc. Carl oiled the inside with his hand.  He then slid it over my dick.

It felt incredibly good. "I'm gonna cum." I blurted out.  Carl slid it off in one quick smooth motion.  That almost sent me over, but not quite. Carl waited.  I was breathing hard.  "That was close!" he said. 

After a minute for me to catch my breath, he started tickling under my armpits. I screamed with howls of laughter, and bucked against my restraints.  He stopped. Someone then started tickling my feet. I was laughing so hard I was afraid I would pass out. It stopped. I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath. Carl then reached down with an oiled thumb and forefinger, and gently moved them up and down my shaft. It had started to soften during the tickling, but quickly firmed.  Carl undid his cod piece, and his dick, about six inches, popped out hard. He put the shaft right across my lips.  "Open up just a bit and get it wet." he said. I wetted my lips and used my tongue as he sawed the shaft across my lips. 

"Do you want to cum, boy."  I nodded. He released my cock, and gave my thigh a firm

slap.  "Wrong answer". He ran the tip of his forefinger up my dick. "Do ... you ... want ... to cum, boy?". "Yes please sir." I responded.  

"If you want it, you gotta beg for it."  I wanted it.  I wanted it desperately. I pleaded, "Please sir. Please make me cum sir!" 

Carl addressed the crowd.  "He's not gonna last much longer. You guys ready." They were nods, and yesses, and one "Heck yeah!"  "These men want to shoot their cum on you Tom. That turn you on?"  "Yeah, please sir!" I managed to say. 

Doc came up first.  He was jacking it fast, and as he gave an "ugh" thick white cum splattered across my chest.  Carl starting jacking me faster.  The cum started raining down on me pretty quickly, on my stomach, chest, and legs. One young skinny guy came on the sole of my left foot as he was rubbing his cock head against it. In the midst of this cum storm I hollered and my cock blew with the most powerful explosion I had ever experienced.  As I was coming down more semen was still being shot on me. The smell of so much cum was overwhelming.

Carl was still hard. He had not cum. Neither had Bull, whose large jockstrap was bulging unbelievably with a huge hard on. Ted had shot his load on my stomach.  

"What do you say, Tom."

 "Thank you, sir!" I blurted out.  

"And to all these men?" 

"Thank you gentlemen."  I said in correct Southern fashion. 

"You've been a good boy, Tom.  Here's a reward, your first leather." He snapped a leather band around my right upper arm. "Good fit!", he said. "You're now an apprentice Leatherman, Tom." He smiled. 

"Let him loose." said Carl.  I curled and stretched my body as my hands and feet were set free. Carl was dragging his fingers through the jizz, spreading it over my body.  Someone came with wet hand towels and they began wiping me off.  "Mind if Bull gets your wallet? asked Carl. "No, I don't mind." Carl slid the key off my arm and handed it to Bull. "Meet us by the back door with Tom's clothes and the rest." Bull replied "Yessir!"

Carl gave me a hug. "Good boy" he said, then "Ted get my cover ups." He took my hand, and we got up.  We headed down a corridor with many rooms and passages off it, and finally came to a door.  As we opened it the night air hit us, with its slight difference of temperature and its smell.  Bull was right behind us. He handed me my shorts, then my shirt, then my topsiders.  "Paul's here and he said he'd close up." Bull said. Carl smiled. "Oh that's fine Bull. I know what you want.  Tom, Bull loves to cuddle, and as I said, he's good at it."  Carl, Bull, and Ted put baggy t-shirts and shorts over their leather gear.  "My house is this way." said Carl.  

The four of us walked across a patio, then out a back gate. There was a narrow grass-covered alleyway between the backs of the houses.  Not far along it, Carl opened a gate on the left.  We entered a large backyard with a pool, palm trees, and plants. The pool lights were on, and shined up on us.  There was a large two-story house, built I'd guess in the twenties, with a tile roof. We entered in the back door. We climbed up a large staircase.  

As we were mounting the staircase a clock chimed one.  I said to Ted in front of me, "Is it really one a.m.?"  "Yeah", he said. "We really took our time with you." "I mean," I replied, "on the one hand it seemed like the pleasure went on for an almost unbearably long time. On the other hand I wanted it never to stop." We stopped at the top of the stair. He took my arm and drew me aside, whispering, "It's like that.  Just enjoy it. You're gonna sleep like a baby for now, but when you wake up you'll be super horny and want more.  We'll care of you." His face had a horny look that made me jump a little. 

We went left into a BIG bedroom, furnished in an old-fashioned Victorian way, with the hugest bed I've ever seen.  "Get your clothes off boys, I'm tuckered out." said Carl. Bull came and stripped off my clothes. "Tom, give us a hand." said Carl. I helped them remove their leather gear, and got quite a kick revealing their dicks. Bull WAS huge.  Bull pulled aside the covers on the far side and lay down on his side in the bed, his long flaccid cock hanging down. He made a come-here motion at me with his finger. I noticed that I still smelled of coconut oil, jizz, and sweat. 

"If I know Bull, he wants first dibs on snuggling with you, Tom." said Carl. I climbed in next to Bull, then Carl and Ted got into the bed on my left. Bull held and caressed me.  "You smell good," he whispered, "and if I'm right about you, I'm gonna like you." I snuggled close and fell into a deep sleep feeling wonderfully safe in the arms of this big man.  And yes, Bull proved to be a great cuddler.

(c) 2024 by Matt Dreyer