Dave's Leather Journal

Cody shifted back and forth. Still didn't say anything.

"The leather shows toughness. We stick together to look out for each other."

Cody looked up, there was a shadow of hope behind his eyes. "You don't want to be here, you don't want to be flogged, do you?"

Cody looked at Dave, eyes wide in fear. A gurgle came from his throat, as his head did a slight shake back and forth. Dave tensed slightly, hoping the boy would not notice. "We'll get you out of here. Away from Sir Carter." Dave really didn't want to give Carter a title, but he had to keep protocol. Dave moved slightly closer, "We will get you out. I saw the look in my Master's eyes. He won't let you go home with him."

"He hurts me." Cody whispered.

"I can see he does. That will end." Dave felt the anger rising at Carter. This was not how leather was to be. Physically comforting someone who has been through an impact session is difficult, so much of the body cannot be touched. And Cody's skin was red and covered in raised welts. New tears formed in Cody's eyes. Even if this was a trick, he so wanted out. This man said he could do it. How could it be worse than what he was already going through?

"It's OK, the pain fades. I can tell you've been through it, through it a lot. The pain goes away, and we'll make Sir Carter go away as well." Dave said to the boy. It was easy to see Cody was confused, lost. The leatherman was as comforting as he could be to the boy, who started to slowly shake. Dave continued to talk gently, helping the boy out of the fog of pain.

Dave had kept a watchful eye, and saw his Master standing with a beer just outside the room. When Xavier looked over, Dave gave a nod. The beer bottle came down, Xavier's hand tightening on it. The leatherman stepped away with purpose. Some time later a boy came in. "I'll look after him. Your Master wants you." Dave recognized the boy who entered. An accountant during the day, a fisting pig for his Master.

"Thanks." Dave got up, running his hand over the side of Cody's head. "It will be OK." To the fist pig he said "Take good care of him."

Back in the main part of the bar, Dave found his Master. Xavier and a few other Doms were speaking to Carter. A minor hand movement told Dave to kneel next to his Master. Dave could hear the conversation, stories of using boys and the like. A tap on Dave's head told him to start licking Master's boots, which he did at once.

Dave had further improved the polish on the Wesco boots when he heard Carter "I always admired the work your boy does keeping your boots in order."

What Xavier said next is not what he wanted to hear. "Boy, clean Sir Carter's boots."

"Yes, Master." Dave moved to Carter's boots. He didn't want to do this, but orders were orders.

This close even in the bar lighting, Dave could tell the boots were not well maintained. there was a shine on them made by someone trying to make a quick impression. Not by painstaking effort so the polish meant something.

The taste was wrong too. Not good polish, something cheap. Designed to look good for a few hours, then it fades, degrading the boot at the same time. Dave wanted to choke. His tongue was doing more good to these boots than they had ever seen. Dave was concentrating on obeying the order, he blocked out the conversation above him. He had to force himself with every swipe of his tongue.

The boots were not top of the line either. Boots should be a point of pride. The very foundation of a leatherman. Carter failed here. Dave had a bad taste in his mouth that was more than the cheap polish. Lackadaisical, that was the word. Carter took a lackadaisical approach to Leather, it was insulting to a real leatherman like Dave. The work real leathermen put into what they wore, who they are. Carter wanted to be a leatherman, but didn't want to do the work to make himself a leatherman.

"I always get the biggest boner up there, a boy taking it from me, in front of everybody. Shit, I'm still rock hard." Carter was bragging. His skill was not as impressive as he thought. Dave had been on the business end of enough floggers to know Carter did not handle things well. Any leather bar had a range of knowledge, so it looked good to most. The truly skilled could tell. Ordinarily Xavier would not give Carter the time of day if he could avoid it. But Dave was able to pick up enough to tell Master was egging him on.

"Always a pity when a hard dick goes soft before it can do what a man's dick is to do." Xavier moved his boot down a few inches of Dave's leg. It was a sign. "And that boy of yours is in no state to handle that. Not at all."

Xavier's words had weight. Carter was now hemmed in. He couldn't use Cody, not with Xavier pointing out it was too soon after the beating. Dave was sure Carter wanted to hear Cody scream as Carter's dick slammed in his ass. Sucking or a skull-fucking would be no better, the boy's back shredded as it was.

"Fucking downside to a good flogging. Want to get your cock worked over, and the boy can't do it." Carter moved, causing Dave to follow.

"Don't sweat it. My boy here will take care of that dick for you." Xavier sounded like it was as easy as passing the salt. Dave knew that was coming, but he hated it. Hated the idea he'd be servicing this guy.

"Nice." Carter had to be doing handsprings in his head. Getting to use Dave, lots of the Doms wanted to use Dave. Several had tried for him before he submitted to Xavier. Carter pulled up his boot a few inches "Get to work boy."

"Yes, Sir." Dave moved to his knees, reaching to open Carter's pants. Dave felt Carter move his hips forward.

Each man has a musk in his crotch. Carter's had a sour undertone, as if he didn't care for his crotch any more than he did his leathers. The sourness didn't matter, it was an order so Dave sucked. The dick was like an invader, it didn't fit in Dave's mouth like a cock should. Cocks were usually at home in Dave's mouth. This felt wrong. No matter the feeling, Dave obeyed.

Dave had not pulled out the balls, so they were still in the pants. That was a bit uncomfortable, but Dave was sure he could get away with that. Dave's head tilted slightly as he changed the angle. He still had to do a good job. Carter's dick got harder under Dave's expert ministrations. The smugness of the Dom oozed down to Dave, he felt it. Sucking this man off was degrading. Carter pushed his hips forward, interrupting Dave's rhythm and exerting a bit of dominance. Dave steeled himself to continue.

"Well, you enjoy using my boy. I see someone I want to talk to. Send him back to me when you're done." Xavier scratched the back of Dave's head as he turned.

"He's getting it good. Don't you worry about that." Carter pushed his hips forward a couple times in quick succession. Dave heard Xavier give a half laugh.

Dave was left to service this man, his Master gone. Dave knew what was happening. Master was sorting Cody, so Carter had to be kept unaware. Dave's part was to assure Carter stayed unaware. That meant not only giving a blow job, but drawing it out so Carter did not go looking for his boy. Dave felt the twitching of the cock signaling the excitement. Dave eased off, as little as he wanted to prolong the uncomfortable job he was doing.

Everyone in the bar could see them. See Dave servicing this questionable Dom. It grated him. After the talk with Cody, Dave resented Carter. Resented all the bad Doms he represented. Resented what they did to subs. Now he was servicing Carter, one of the very problems. The bad part of BDSM. Sucking him on display in front of everyone, all the people who knew him and how much of a good slave he was.

Time dragged. Usually it was great sucking a man's cock. This was a chore for Dave. A chore he could not end. And he knew Carter was over him gloating. Carter loved to brag about his conquests. Most never stuck around long. Dave had to blow this guy he could not respect.

Dave felt a slap to the back of his head. "Fuck boy, I thought you could at least give a blow job. You think this is an edging session?" It was Xavier. Dave took the signal that it was now okay to finish up.

"Yeah, I expected him to do a better job." Carter added up the side of Dave's head. Trying to look like a big man. Dave did ramp up. He knew Carter was close, having kept him holding back for a while now.

The cum came, and Dave's relief that he could get his mouth off Carter's dick was replaced with the horror that he would be swallowing the spunk. Even Carter's cum tasted sour, if only in Dave's head. Dave had tried to go down so it would bypass his tastebuds, but Carter jerked his hips back. One more degradation for Dave.

Dave did something he never did, used his hand to wipe out some of the cum in his mouth. Dave didn't want to get any on his leathers. The disgust in his eyes was hidden by the spotty lighting in the bar.

Carter tired to wipe his dick on Dave's face, but Dave got up from his knees, preventing that. Dave looked at his Master. Xavier had a disinterested look on his face. "Get to the car boy. I'll be out shortly."

"Yes, Master." Dave wasted no time starting for the door. He wanted as far away from Carter as he could.

Dave expected the car to be waiting just outside, but it wasn't. He looked around and saw it across the parking lot. Lights on. Dave headed to it. When he got close, he noticed Aaron turned around from the driver's seat. Dave opened the back door and saw Cody sitting with his knees up on the floor.

Cody looked up at Dave. Cody's eyes showed confusion, stress, and a bit of hope. Dave got down on the floorboards as well, putting his hand on Cody's cheek. "See, we got you out. I told you we would get you out."

"I'm scared." Cody said. Aaron shifted out of the way.

"I know, it's going to be all right. Master will be here soon. Then we'll get out of here." Dave glanced at Aaron, who nodded quickly. That was the plan.

"He's going to find me."

"No, he won't."

Aaron piped up "We snuck you out the back, no one saw you. It will look like you disappeared."

"See, Carter will think you did a runner." Dave felt some relief that the humiliation he just suffered had gotten the boy out. The taste was still bitter in his mouth, but the ploy had worked. "He'll look for you some, then give up. He's used to boys running from him."

"I'll get found." Cody shivered.

"No, we'll keep you safe. We got you out, we'll keep you all safe and secure." Dave moved a bit closer, his leather squeaking. Cody's eyes were wide like a deer's, tears in them. The poor boy was almost coming apart. Dave did the best he could to soothe the boy, unsure what all had happened, and knowing this was the wrong time to ask.

The front passenger door opened, Xavier slid in, and ordered "Go."

"Yes, Master." Aaron got the car in gear and navigated to the street.

After a few minutes Xavier said, not turning around "This was a bit shady. I don't like getting in another man's yard, but a boy should never be forced into taking that. I've known Carter was dirty, but until now, the boys were with him willingly. Cody, you weren't willing, were you?"

Cody was silent, looking at Dave, who nodded encouragingly. "No I don't want to be beat." Cody leaned forward and embraced Dave. Dave was careful as he embraced back, as Cody's back was still tender.

"Cody, we'll take care of you. You can forget Carter. He's history." Xavier had a growl in his throat.

"Carter is scary." Cody whispered. Dave repeated it for his Master.

"He'll never scare you again. I will make sure of that. Carter is scared of me." Xavier's voice did not leave room for argument. Cody pushed closer into Dave.

Dave whispered words to Cody as the car continued to the house. Xavier and Aaron remained quiet. In response to directions given by Xavier, when they got home, Aaron rushed in to prepare a bed for Cody. The boy had fallen asleep. Dave gently carried him in, Xavier opened the doors.

In one of the guest rooms, Dave lay the boy down on his front. "Stay here with him a while, make sure he's OK. Then you can join us. But you'll be sleeping with him for when he wakes up."

"Yes, Master." Dave replied, laying down next to the boy. Xavier and Aaron left, lowering the lights.

Dave waited quietly for quite some time. When Cody seemed settled, Dave extracted himself and went downstairs. Aaron was sucking Master off. It was apparent that Master wanted to enjoy a long, slow one as Aaron was taking his time. Dave stood, waiting for instructions.

Xavier noticed Dave and waived to one boot. Dave got down and began to lick the leather that covered his Master's foot. The taste of well cared for leather is special, it was the most comforting thing Dave had felt in hours. The leather chased away the lingering effects of Carter's dick.

Master's boots were familiar, a place Dave always felt right in. Dave gave a full tongue lick up the top. There was some grit, Dave knew it was from the trip, he had polished these boots perfectly before they left. This was good leather, well cared for. Even Master's boots were better cared for than anything Carter had. So much better to smell, to be close to.

Dave's nose was filled with the scent of good leather, well cared for, and under it the bit of sex as Aaron blew their Master. Dave's tongue found the pure leather, cleaning itself was an easy task, now it was making Master feel the cleaning. Pressing hard, so Master's feet felt pressure from the tongue through socks, the leather. It was important Master knew the effort. The resistance Dave felt under the press of the boot, the foot. Proving dedication, exertion.

Xavier felt the pressure from Dave's work. Not as directly sensual as the felliato he was receiving from Aaron, but more so in that it was a second slave, on his boot. Sex is not always direct, not always skin on skin. It can be the domination of another man, to have him kneel and debase himself for you. Make someone perform an action they would not naturally do. A simple gesture and another man gets on the floor.

Someone sucking your dick will make it hard. Add someone licking your boots at the same time will make it as hard as steel. Another's will subservient to your own is a rush. The subs not concerned with their own pleasure, doing it only for their Dom to enjoy himself more. Getting all the attention, being the one to get all the pleasure. That does it.

Dave licked up the sides of the boot. Every inch had to be covered. The sides let a tongue go longer. Boots look best when spit polished. Real spit, real contact. That was how boots were taken care of, how you showed your Master that you were truly his. Dave wanted his Master to know this.

Dave also wanted to suck his Master's dick. Aaron was getting to do that. It wouldn't change, Aaron would get the cum. Dave was here as an addition, more pleasure for Master. Dave made it even better for Xavier, that was the point. Master's pleasure was the only point. Let Master have it all. Even if that meant his own desires went unfulfilled.

Dave could tell his Master was getting close. The legs moved in a way Dave recognized. From a lot of working the boots while someone else got Master's dick. Men have signs, service them long enough and you learn them. Dave had learned Master's signs very well. Years of licking his boots, his leather pants while someone else blew Master taught Dave how to pick out when Xavier was close. So many times, that precious cum down someone else's throat.

And this was more time. Xavier tensed as he shot into Aaron's throat. Dave kept licking the boots. That was his place, his role. Dave continued his work while Aaron finished up on Xavier's cock, making it clean. Xavier got up "Dave-boy, you sleep with the new kid. Aaron-boy, you're warming my bed tonight."

"Yes, Master." Both slaves said in unison. They followed their Master upstairs, where Dave peeled off to join Cody. The young boy was still asleep. Dave stripped and got in the bed with him.

Dave was a light sleeper, noticing when Cody roused. Cody looked around in fearful surprise. "What happened?" The kid asked.

"You're away from Carter for good now. My Master will help settle you someplace you want to be."

"Like, I could go back to my family?"

"If you want to, yes."

"Why would he do that? Why did you help me?"

"Master can be tough, but he looks out for us. And he's really a nice guy. A tough Dom, but we never have to be afraid of him. How's your back?"

"Still sore, but it's better. I don't want to see that man again."

"I don't either. But I will. You never will. Never again."

Downstairs, Xavier was on the phone with the owner of the leather bar from last night. He had been told Carter went looking for Cody and was furious the boy could not be found. He stormed around and shouted. Eventually being told to settle down by a few of the Doms. The bar owner did know what happened, "I'll make sure he gets where he needs to go. Don't worry on that account." Xavier had said into the phone.

Over the next few days, Xavier had Cody get in touch with his family, and arranged for him to return to them. It was a long drive he had Dave take Cody on.

As he returned alone, Cody safe with his family, Dave reflected on it all. He hoped he could lick Master's bare feet when he got home. That would be a great reward.