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All In The Eyes

by MudrunnerNC

These gas prices are killing me otherwise I’d be taking my car into the office rather than wasting an hour waiting for the bus to come. I try not to get riled up so I just concentrate on the paper to find out what is happening in the world. Most days are uneventful and I find the biggest concern is that everyone has showered that day. This thought floats out of my head as this sweaty guy with no shirt on stops in the cubicle. At first the strong smell is overwhelming and I get ready to leave but at the last second my mind tells me to stay.

I find myself for no particular reason looking over at this jock more to make him feel uncomfortable in hopes that he leaves. He keeps making strong eye contact though and I look away. I am just coming back to reality when I notice that I just missed my bus and I am now alone with this jock. I am about to leave when he stands in front of me and we lock eyes again. For some reason I am not able to move. Alarm bells are going off in my head but it is no use.
“You like what you see”, which is more a statement than a question. I cannot speak to agree or disagree. I am completely locked in place. “Well I like what I see. You need to come by the Club tonight, say 8:00. Don’t be late.” I do not answer. I can’t answer. He puts what looks like the sports bracelets everyone is wearing now, but it’s different. He then puts a card in my pocket and jogs away. Once he is out of sight, I come back to my senses. All I can think about is what just happened. I know I should throw out the card and take off the bracelet, but that thought slips away and my bus pulls up to take me to work.

All day I am amazed at the feel of the bracelet. I find myself propping my head in my hand so that I can take a deep breath and wonder what the smell is. My fascination with the bracelet grows throughout the day. I get scared when I start seeing this jock in various forms of nakedness around every corner of my office. But that thought is fleeting all the same.

That night, without looking up directions, I find myself in front of the Club. I am about to enter when the bouncer tells me I do not have proper attire. I am about to leave when he notices the bracelet, apologizes and allows me to enter. The smell of the club is overwhelming. Again, alarms are going off in my head but I can’t focus on why. I walk up to the bar and order a drink. Strange that I did not have to pay. Not one to pass on open bar, I continue to down drink after drink. There is a sudden change in music and I feel compelled to turn to the stage. Hey, that’s my guy. I can’t keep my eyes off him. He has a leather harness, leather gauntlets and a leather armband around his bicep. There is this strange shine off the harness and it keeps me interested and unable to turn away. I feel trapped. I look around the club and start to realize that everyone else is in leather, with hoods and chaps and jackets. The music changes back and he is walking right towards me. In a last ditch effort I turn to run but hit a wall of guys that had been watching the show.
Two guys help me up but don’t release my arms when I am back to my feet. “Not leaving so soon” the jock says. I try not to look over at him but eventually give in. I see the same glint and he won’t let me lose contact with his eyes. He stares so intently and my mind keeps swimming.

“Damien, take him and be one of us” I hear one of my captives say. Damien runs his hand through my hair and settles it on the back of my head. I can feel the leather gauntlet resting against my face and I can’t help but like it. He puts his other hand on my chin and pulls me into a kiss. I resist and try to break free but my arms won’t budge and they have too much of a hold on me.

Damien pulls his head back and looks deep in my eyes. I am falling…losing control. He leans in again and kisses more possessively than before. I feel his tongue pass my lips but I do not open my mouth. He pulls his head back again. I can’t break eye contact and I don’t want to. There is a hunger that I have never felt before and this time I do not resist my captives. I do not resist the kiss. I give in and if feels amazing. My cock is rock hard. The thoughts that this is wrong, that I would never do this in a million years are not even coming to mind. There is only him. While he is kissing me two hands meet my groin and start rubbing. I am so ready to cum at this moment that I cannot contain myself.

I wake up moaning and cuming all over my chest. Was that just a dream?

I look down at my hand and I still have the bracelet on. I am too hot at the moment. The reasoning in my head that should be taking place, was not happening. Why was I looking to confirm what had happened. Why wasn’t I revolted at the fact that I had cum all over my chest and bed? I threw on my clothes and pulled out the card I had in my pocket. Maybe he would still be there.

I follow the directions on the card and find myself standing in front of the Club. Everything is just as it had appeared in my dream. I walked to the entrance and am told by the bouncer that I do not have proper attire to enter. I pulled down my sleeve and show him the bracelet. He tells me to enter through another door so that I can change. I walk into this room that is full of every kind of leather imaginable. I look around, just taking in the view.

My mind started racing and I was about to pivot and break through the door and run home when a man comes through the door. He was in a bodysuit of mesh and spandex that looked like leather. “Stay” was all that he said and I found, the same as in my dream that I could not move. He pulled out a suit similar to his. “You have to earn the leather but don’t worry, you will look hot in this.” He proceeded to remove my clothing and help me into my uniform. It looked like a wet suit and it hugged and accentuated all the places that it was supposed to. I had a great body from years of football and wrestling. It felt amazing to be in this suit.

“Your done, the Club is this way”. I followed this guy out to the Club. It looked exactly like my dream. Leather men were everywhere. I noticed that many of the men had leather and about a quarter of us had on the wet suit. Just as I started to contemplate this, the music changed and Damien was up on stage. He was riveting. I could not keep my eyes off him. I never attempted to look away. He came down from the stage and walked towards me. Our eyes were locked. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into this hard and powerful kiss that left little to the imagination. My cock was rock hard but restricted against the pouch of my wet suit.

We went to the bar with little said and downed a few drinks. His body close to mine, glistening with sweat. The smell of his body the same as the bracelet…like it was linked and on some level that was the smell that I belonged to.

I could sense that a couple of men had just walked up behind me but did not turn to see who was there. All of a sudden they grabbed my arms and locked by feet. I tried to resist and break way from their hold but could not. “Damien, take him and be one of us” I hear one of my captives say. This time I was being brought to my knees. I could see Damien’s hard cock through his leather jeans. He lowered them down and his dick fell out right in front of me already leaking pre-cum.

I was fighting with all my might to get out of here. I was horny beyond belief but the warning that had been sounding in my head so quietly was now blazing like a tornado siren. This was not right. I am not into guys. I need to get out of here. I look up to beg for Damien to let me go. He is holding his cock and pumping it. I open my mouth to plead and a rapid shot of cum shoots right in, then another as I try to close my mouth.

I try to spit out his jiz but a gloved hand covers my mouth. My mind is reeling. The room is spinning. I need to breath…so I swallow.

I wake up with sweat glistening all over my body. I am rock hard and all I can think is that didn’t taste so bad.

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