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Over the Line – Part 4: Fourth Down

By ty dehner

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The clicking of the breathing from the gas mask woke me. Unsure of the time, it was morning and I felt Linebacker’s arm wrapped around me, holding me near him. The constant light breathing from the mask was all that I heard as I stretched. I could feel the smooth slick surface of Sir’s football pants against my bare skin, with his one leg wrapped over both of mine. Naked, because Sir was punishing me for not doing my work out while he was out of town for the week, that is how I was waking this morning.

I had disappointed Sir by not doing my workout while he was gone. He was not overly pissed but there was some punishment doled out when he returned home last night. My sleeping naked is strong statement from him, because we both love gear and for me not to be in it also disappoints him. As I woke more, I rolled over and looked at my gas masked Linebacker sleeping. Slowly, I worked my way down to his crotch, under the blankets of our bed. Gently working the laces on his pants, I got his beautiful dick out and was able to take it in my mouth. While lightly toying with his dick with my tongue, I reached up and covered the breathing port on Sir’s gas mask. As the air was missing, he shuttered awake, his gloved hands reaching down and stroking my shaved head. Sir rolled on his back and let me continue his wake-up call.

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Over the Line – Part 3: Third Down

By ty dehner

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It is so fucking quiet; I can only hear my breathing. Seems I am so alone, no one around for miles. This is hard work and my gear is pretty soaked in sweat. I’m tired as shit, Sir is the toughest boss I’ve ever worked for. But the rewards are fucking awesome in the end.

The crew has left for the day, as I see Sir heading down the gravel road in his truck to pick me up. He really gave me the shit job today, literally. Cleaning outhouses is not the glamour job in construction, but as a pad pig, it is my job. Once every two weeks. There are 20 across the sites that Sir oversees. It is amazing how messy these guys are, though I admit I get a little horny thinking of them in their Carhartt’s, boots, jeans and muddy work overalls doing their business in these outhouses. When I work in these I have to wear rubber gloves and gas mask that Sir requires I wear while cleaning. The guys on the crew think I’m nuts for wearing it, but it is required, and I do it. I think Sir has me do it, because it humiliates me some and he likes that on occasion.

This week I’m in my black Carhartt overalls with, of course, my football pants and cup, with my uniform jersey on underneath. Even though it was warm out, I am required to keep my flannel shirt and Carhartt coat on, as well as work gloves. I’m still breaking in my new White’s lace up boots. Sir had them custom done with a small leather strap at the top that locks the boots on. My work uniform is finished off by a Packer’s cap that Sir soaked in his piss before letting it dry. On days that I work hard or am wearing the gas mask my sweat mixes with the dried piss and I do begin to smell!

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Over the Line – Part 2: Second Down

By ty dehner

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It wasn’t hard to spot him as I came down the jet way. A smile came across his face as he saw me, and we hugged for a long while. He even kissed me briefly as not to startle too many of those conservatives in the terminal. His hand held my neck securely as we walked away from the gate. He certainly did look great. He was in a nice pair of Wranglers that stacked well on his black boots. I was a bit surprised at the size of his belt buckle which he joked would be ripping up my ass some night. He was, of course, in a football jersey, team colors of the Roughriders. His hat, also of the Roughriders, was well worn. We headed out of the terminal, out to his Ford F250 and out of the airport.

As he drove me around the city, showing me the sites, he would reach over and grab my hand. We would hold hands, on occasion squeezing to let each other know we were finally touching again. It was fun seeing this new city, him knowing all the interesting spots. At one point we stopped and went for a walk around Fort Calgary. Many times, I couldn’t take my eyes off my Linebacker Sir. We returned to the truck and while driving past the Saddle Dome, he told me that we will be in town for the Stampede in a few months and that the rodeo is exciting!

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Over the Line – Part 1: First Down

By ty dehner

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Long distance, I hate those words. There never seems to be anything positive about the two of them. We know it costs money anytime you want to talk to someone on the phone, long distance. Then there is that night you meet a hot guy, a guy that looks fucking awesome in his jeans and football jersey, a guy that grabs you by the neck, spits in your face then slams his tongue down your throat, trapping you in the spell of is blue eyes.

That night that you go back to his hotel room and talk all night, lying in the pair of football pants he allows you to wear that he has sweated in for weeks while working out in the gym. Nothing matters but lying next to him, laying your head on his chest as you listen to him breathing and sharing his life with you. In the morning as you’re driving home, it dawns on you that he isn’t from your city and if you want things to continued, yes, it has to be a long-distance relationship. You see, long distance is never good.

Yea, I was a fool for allowing me to be sucked in, but when you meet the right guy, you must believe don’t you? But damn if the Gods didn’t conspire against us.

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Motoboy’s Workout

By ty dehner

My gloved hands gripped the bar holding 150 pounds of weights. I was on my last rep. As I exhaled and started to life, Sir pushed his cock into my mouth and down my throat. My arms burned as I got the weight to the top and waited for Sir to piston his cock in and out of my throat five times before I could bring the weights down. Once my throat cleared I inhaled through my mouth, and I could taste the leather, sweat and pre-cum of my Master. He smiled as he looked down at me, wearing his full motorcycle cop duty uniform. His gloved hands lightly tapped my cheek. The heavy leather hood I was locked in had a hole for my mouth that is open when I do my workouts and has eye holes. The rest of my head is encased in leather.

The next rep repeats what Sir did, but he quickens the pace of this pistoning, then faster for the next. On the last lift he slams his cock in deeper, piston-style, quickly shooting his load down my throat as my arms burn and struggle to keep the weight above me. When he pulls out, I drop the weights on the stand and Sir slaps my face hard before telling me I did a good job.

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Gear365 – Part 2

By Rubrpig

During the morning Skype check-in Daddy Mike noticed that his gear boy Adam was obviously very distracted. As it was a day that he was working at the office, Adam was dressed in gear, this day it was 20″ Wesco Big Boss Engineers, Langlitz competition breeches, a black t-shirt and a leather bar vest. Although Adam was fully geared he still was distracted by something other than his gear or the check-in with his Daddy.

Even though Daddy Mike was in his usual Carhartt work gear and boots as it was a working day, the sight of his muscular furry Daddy did not even arouse him. Adam stood but really did not communicate with his Daddy as usual. The call ended as both men had to leave for their respective jobs, however, Daddy Mike left for work and spent the day wondering what was up with Adam. He was worried that Adam was at a breaking point as it was now almost 4 weeks since he agreed to being locked up in the cararra chastity belt for an entire year along with spending the year in leather or other gear to prove his commitment to him. Daddy Mike grew more and more anxious as he felt that Adam was going to request an end to the commitment.

He finally finished his shift as site manager at the large office building project and left work in his F-150 King Cab and headed for Adam’s home. Knowing that Adam was usually home an hour before he finished work he knew that Adam would be there when he arrived. After 20 minutes in traffic, he pulled on to the driveway of Adam’s home and got out. Using his keys, he walked into the house and called out for Adam.

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ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 7

By Nitro

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Jake left his sweating muscle toy to stew under the lights and headed back upstairs, locking the dungeon door behind him, his thick cock pointing the way to the bedroom as he stripped off his sweaty tank and took a deep inhale. “FUCK, I smell damn good today!” he said, walking into the bedroom and straight for his closet. He took his time pulling his gear together, watching the monitor on the wall showing his muscle toy straining against the taut restraints, unable to move but still trying. He pulled his bulldog harness, leather jock with removable codpiece, chaps, socks, boots, armband, gloves and Muir cap and laid each item out on the bed, stepping back to review his selections.

While listening to Ian groan in his bondage, he started getting dressed, taking his time to enjoy the process. Jake loved his leathers, they were a second skin to him. Putting them on always made him feel sexy and powerful. Picking up his leather jock, he worked his cock through the hole in the codpiece before adding his metal cockring and snapping the codpiece in place.

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Gear365 – Part 1

By Rubrpig

Adam had noticed a new hash tag appearing on his twitter feed and face book lately. The hash tag was #gear365 which intrigued him. He began to follow it and soon found that it was started as a way by several Leathermen to encourage others to be proud of their leather and gear and wear it every day. He enjoyed the posts and felt like it was something that he felt a part of. However, work distracted him as he was involved in a new project.

Several months later, he decided to head out to the local bar as they were advertising a gear night which he was curious about. Pulling on a pair of leather jeans, boots and a vest he headed out to the bar. The night started off quietly with very few men in any form of gear. So when around midnight a muscular, bearded man in full langlitz gear walked in, he attracted a lot of attention from everyone there. Walking over to the bar and ended beside Adam who was trying his best to not show how nervous he was to be standing by this man who was obviously a real Leatherman and not someone who just wanted to be seen in leather.

The man turned to Adam have ordered a beer and introduced himself as Mike. Adam smiled and introduced himself allowing himself a close look at the man. Mike was in full leather including a leather shirt and tie, short tight gloves and tall wesco boots that went with the langlitz breeches he was wearing. Mike looked over Adam and saw that Adam’s jeans fit his ass very well and the bar vest framed a nicely muscled chest and abdomen.

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