Written by ty dehner

I felt the warmth of the early spring sun on my riding leather as I approached the movie theater parking lot. Since this was a late matinee, there was a parking space available for my white Honda CBR1000RR. Once positioned, I turned the engine off and lowered my booted feet as I straddled the crotch rocket. Looking around the parking lot towards the theater entrance, there wasn’t a soul in sight, but the warming sun felt good.

Removing my white Alpinestars armored riding gloves, I placed them on the tank of my machine. I unlatched my Ruroc EOX 2.0, feeling the light breeze run across my face. The sun was bright as I was no longer viewing life through the dark shield on my helmet. Stuffing the gloves into the helmet, I dismounted and headed to the entrance.

The cold air conditioning rushed past me as I opened the glass door to the theater lobby. Taking my phone from my jacket pocket, I pulled up my ticket, and the usher who greeted me scanned the code.

“Pillion, four twenty-five. Theater six, to your left. Enjoy the movie,” the attendant said, wearing a red vest and pointing to the left.

I glanced that way and thanked him. As I walked into the lobby, I decided to hit the head before I found my seat and settled in for the movie that everyone had been talking about. Because of work commitments, I hadn’t had time to see what guys were calling a Dom-Com. Still, I really wanted to see what the movies thought about how power exchange relationships work.

Turning my attention to finding the restroom, I scanned the lobby, something catching my eye standing at the concession stand. There was a tall man with a shaved head, wearing what had to be a Langlitz Leather Cascade jacket in black. There were the trademark quilted shoulders and elbow pads. With his back to me, I noticed he was wearing black Levi’s and Wesco Boss matte-finish boots.

I slowed my walk as I wanted to get a glimpse of this guy in leather, chuckling at myself for knowing what gear he was wearing. He took hold of his small bag of popcorn and soda, turning towards me to head to his movie. He was a good-looking man with a clean shave that went with the crisp look of his shaved head. He was wearing a Fred Perry black and white collared shirt under his jacket. I felt myself nod slightly as I thought he would look good with gloves on his hands and a collar wrapped around his neck.

Watching him proceed, he went into the hall and entered theater number six. There was a sign of happiness, as he was going to see Pillion, just like me. Knowing he would be watching the same movie, I went to the bathroom to take care of business.

Entering the theater, I was feeling slightly horny as I was going to see a movie wearing my one-piece Dainese leather suit, in red and black. My riding boots were clomping on the hardwood floor as I entered the seating area. There were a few guys spread out, with a few couples sitting together. In the upper row was the dude in the Langlitz, his shaved head standing out against the burgundy leather seats. Seeing him again, I wondered if he was a sub, perhaps a guy I could have some fun with.

But I didn’t want to freak him out, so I went up the stairs to find a seat in the same row as his, but not too close. As I climbed the stairs, my boots echoed in the theater while the commercials were playing. At one point, the shaved-head dude looked over at me while he was viewing his device. I found a seat and sat down, being six seats away from him.

Sitting back in the Lazy-Z-Boy style seat of leather, I lifted my booted feet and relaxed as the trailers ended and the movie started. As the theater fell into darkness, I took one last look at the dude in the Langlitz, wondering what side of a Dom/sub relationship he would fall into.

The movie was interesting with more humor than I expected. The humor felt realistic and natural as the two actors interacted. I liked the relationship as portrayed, but would have liked to see more bondage than the film showed. When Colin, the sub in the movie, wanted a day off, I felt that was wrong, but he wasn’t educated about his position with his Master, Ray. To me, they weren’t in a part-time experience; they were living their lives daily, and there wasn’t space for a day off. Personally, I enjoyed the motorcycle aspect, as there wasn’t such a group of kinky men in my location to spend time with. And having a pillion who wore my collar would certainly add to my life.

As the film was coming to a close, I decided to make my move on the shaved-head dude. Watching the film made me realize that sometimes we have to take a leap of faith and go for things. I found the guy in the leather jacket hot and figured it wouldn’t hurt anything to make contact. Fuck, I might end up having some fun this evening.

Standing, I stepped down the aisle and sat next to the dude with the shaved head. He was starting to sit up as the film’s credits began to roll. He looked at me with a slight bit of surprise as I sat, my leather suit making noise as it rubbed against the leather of the theater seat.

“Did you like the movie?” I asked. He was checking me out, looking down my body and my riding leathers.

There was a slight hesitation as he took in the biker sitting down next to him while the movie’s credits played. “I liked it overall, but the ending sucked.”

Quickly, I responded, “Are you part of that world?” I wanted to get as much information from him as quickly as possible, since the staff would be showing up soon to clean the theater.

Another hesitation, but his response was confident, “I have been, for many years.”

Damn, I was surprised at my cock’s response to his answer. It turned me on, as I felt my dick grow in the tightness of my riding leathers. I reached forward with my hand and placed it on the denim of his knee. “You a sub?”

Getting ready to stand, he looks at me, this time directly into my eyes. “Yes, Sir, I am.”

I squeezed his knee, “Excellent response, boy. Excellent.”

Feeling my grip, he immediately responds, “I have been admiring you in your riding gear since you entered the theater.”

Now I liked what he was saying. “You ever think of you wearing leather like this? Perhaps being a pillion like the guy in the movie?”

The shaved-head dude fidgeted in his seat, no doubt my comment striking a nerve in his thoughts. Our eyes met in a long pause, and a connection was made. Our thoughts were broken by the sound of the crew entering to clean the theater. I glance at the crew, then back to the dude in the Langlitz, “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

The dude stands, with a firm but shy, “Yes, Sir.”

Standing, I head to the stairs, but I turn to look at him and comment, “I like your jacket, Langlitz?”

The dude was surprised that I knew who made his jacket, “Yes, Sir. You know about Langlitz?”

I lift my helmet with the gloves in it and hand it to the guy, who’s carrying it in his left hand and his popcorn container in his right. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I stare directly at him, “You will learn I am aware of many things.” I then turn and head down the stairs, as he follows.

Exiting the theater, the shaved-head dude is behind me and introduces himself as Lucas. I see out of the corner of my eye that he raises his hand to shake. Stepping further into my position as a confident dom, I ignore the handshake and tell him my name, which is Ben.

“But you would refer to me as Sir. Do you understand, Lucas?”

Lucas lowers his hand, confirming his understanding with a “Yes, Sir.”

As we make our way through the theater complex’s lobby, I am impressed that Lucas is still walking with me. I wonder how far he will go this evening, though he is carrying my helmet and gloves. I am convinced that he understands the type of relationship I would require, after seeing a movie that showed how demanding a man like me can be.

Exiting the theater, it isn’t far to the parking lot where my Honda is parked. There isn’t anyone around as the amber lights keep the darkness away from the parked vehicles. Reaching my bike, I turn and look at Lucus as he admires my machine.

“Were you looking for something in particular, Lucas?”

Looking up at me, Lucas has a slightly puzzled look on his face. “I got the idea that you wanted me to follow you. Not sure why.”

I chuckle as I sit on the seat of my Honda, placing my booted feet firmly on the pavement.

“That’s ok, Lucus. Why don’t you kneel down and take care of my boots with your tongue?” My cock stirs as I state the command, anxious as to whether the shaved-head man will follow through. There is hesitation from Lucas as I cross my arms, the sound of the leather creaking as I do.

Lucas hands me my helmet, which I take, and he lowers himself to his knees, then places his hand just in front of my riding boot. His head gets intimate with the heavy armored toe of my right boot. Fairly quickly, his tongue comes out, and he starts with a long lick from the toe to the instep. Though the boot is mostly hard plastic, I can feel Lucas pressing hard enough to sense his tongue.

Waiting for him to spit some of the grim away from his mouth, Lucas takes it all in stride, going for long slides along the black plastic, moving one direction to another in a pattern along the top foot of the boot. I enjoy the sensation, looking down at the man in the Langlitz jacket on his hands and knees, cleaning my boot with his tongue.

Feeling more confident, I raise my other boot, place it on the back of his shaved head, and press down. Lucas moans as he feels the grip of the boot sole on his shaved head, pulling on the skin as his tongue is softly smashed in the leather of my riding boot. As the new pillion makes deep, powerful licks so that I can feel them, I notice his right hand rising and starts to rub the denim of his jeans where his cock is located. I realize that his cock must be hard, but I don’t appreciate him pleasing himself while he should be focused on my boots.

Removing my left boot from the boy’s head, I move it and tap his arm, moving it away and back to the position on the pavement. He gets the idea and gets back into the proper position, and I feel his tongue press again, that way it should.

As much as I am enjoying the boot licking, I want to get back to my place and have more fun with this guy. Lifting the toe of my right boot, I instruct Lucas to stand and zip up his jacket. I am impressed how quickly the boy responds, standing then the sound of the brass zipper sliding up to his chest.

As Lucas shuffled on the blacktop to gain his footing, I actually heard him say, “Yes, Sir.”

That response gave me hope that I might have found someone interesting by just going to a kinky movie. As he stood upright, he zipped his Langlitz jacket, the heavy leather-and-brass zipper making a solid sound.

“I want to spend more time with you, Lucas.”

He looks at me and offers, “Would you like to do dinner sometime? Or more casually, a meeting at Starbucks?”

I took a firm grip on his leathered shoulder and squeezed to show that I was taking charge and was sharing what I wanted now, not later. “I want you to hop on the back of my bike and be my pillion.”

There was a slight look of shock on his face as he didn’t expect such an invitation, and I could tell he was searching for an answer that wasn’t too controlled by the hardening of his dick.

“I should get a helmet.” He responded.

I reached the other side of my Honda and released a spare white helmet with a silver shield. Handing it to Lucas, he was finding he wasn’t going to get a choice. Taking the helmet, Lucas thanked me and adjusted the weight on his booted feet.

“There are gloves in the helmet. Put them on and let’s get going, boy.” It was time to start putting Lucas in his rightful position, submissive to me.

Lucas put on the helmet, his face disappearing behind the reflective shield, then worked on the black leather armored gloves after latching the helmet securely to his head. I did the same and mounted my bike, feeling my leather pressing my cock as I settled into the seat of my CBR.

“Get on, fucker.” I commanded from under the helmet.

The boy paused for a moment, then lifted his leg, and in a moment, he was my pillion, sitting behind me. He was keeping his distance, which I didn’t appreciate. Grabbing his right gloved hand, I pulled it around my waist, tightly.

“It’s ok to hold me, fucker. And you better hold on tightly.”

Lucas moved his left hand around and gripped his hands, then scooted forward on the smooth vinyl seat, pressing his body against mine. He was now so close that I could feel his hard pecker pressing against the upper portion of my ass. This is a feeling I love: having a pillion on my back, going on a ride I decide on. There is no way Lucas is going to hop off, and when we get to my place, he is going to find himself submitting to me even more.

To add some thrill to the butterflies that must be fluttering in his stomach, I start up my Honda, step it into gear, and with a quick twist of my wrist, we bat out of the parking lot. Lucas squeezes my body even more, which fucking turns me on. My dick is struggling to break through the leather of my riding gear.

It has been a freaking long time since I had a pillion behind me, and I was feeling amazing. The best part, the night was beginning.

***

A little sweat beaded on my forehead as I looked down on the man I was currently sitting on. He was more handsome now that he was out of his Langlitz and jeans, bound spread-eagled on my king-sized bed, covered in the leather sheet. My gloved hand gently climbed his hard pecker that was extended before me as my hand reached his cock head. Then I slowly lowered my hand down his shaft until I started pressing against his balls that were boiling with the need to release.

Lucas was secured to the four points of my bed, leather restraints locked with small black padlocks held the padded leather cuffs in place as his fingers would open and close as I toyed with his exposed cock. Looking behind me at times, I could see his toes curl as my stroking him would bring him to the edge that I wasn’t going to let him reach. Well, not yet, anyway.

My helpless man, totally naked against the black leather on the bed, would breathe heavily with the gag that I shoved between his lips and locked with a buckle in the front that would jingle when he moved his head. Since he was gagged, I also blinded him with a leather blindfold that keeps him in darkness, only feeling me, the man who drove the motorcycle that brought him here, sitting upon him. Gently, my gloved hand moved up and down his hard seven-inch shaft, covered in lube that only adds to the pleasure I control.

***

Our ride wasn’t very far, but I purposely made it fast and rough for Lucas, wanting him to grip me firmly. He did his part, at times squeezing tightly as I took corners faster than normal, and a few times, a moan came from under his helmet. His body was pressed against my back as I felt his hand grip my waist tighter, or his right foot pressing down, sliding down the back of my boot as Lucas tried to stop the bike. He was learning that he had no say in what was happening on this ride. I controlled everything, and he was just supposed to be my Pillion, enjoy the ride, and be prepared to take care of me when we arrived at my home.

Parking in the garage, I lowered the door and had the pillion climb off the bike. As we left the garage and entered my home, I made sure Lucas kept the helmet on, with his jacket still zipped and his gloves still on. We talked briefly while sitting in our gear in the living room. I allowed Lucas to sit on the floor between my legs as I rested on the sofa. I asked questions about him, but I knew what I wanted from him and was going to take it. I wondered what he might be anticipating by hopping on the back of my bike and coming to my house. Two men are meeting at the movie about a power exchange relationship and are now sitting in the living room. Every once and while, I noticed he would touch his crotch with his gloved hand, so obviously he was becoming aroused by what we were wearing, me being in control and our discussion with me leading the direction.

Before we moved to a different space, I told Lucas there would be a safe word. Knowing that he was going to be gagged, I changed it up on him and instructed him that he would snap his fingers if he needed to slow things down or stop how he was serving me. I made it clear that if he used the safe word, things would end. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the use of the safe word; it was that I would be disappointed in myself that I wasn’t reading him properly to get him into a state of being unsure. I didn’t want him to feel threatened and find the need to stop our encounter.

Leading the pillion to a small room, Lucas entered my playspace that I have set up to have special times that allow me to explore my dominance over a submissive man. He paused for a moment, though all my gear was behind cabinet doors and in drawers. Lucas noticed the king-sized bed, covered with a leather sheet and leather pillows at its head. He leaned down, running his hand across the smooth, cool leather. I allowed him to take things in, then I approached him, placing my gloved hand on his shoulder. Gently, I turned him so Lucas faced me, my helmeted head reflecting in the shield of the helmet he was still wearing.

“Are you comfortable with turning over control to me, Lucas?” I asked him firmly, yet in a supportive voice. Lucas nodded his helmeted head in the affirmative, then I spoke to him with a little more authority.

“When you are asked a question, you will always respond verbally, boy.”

His response was quick, which impressed me as he understood the situation. “Yes, Sir.”

“Excellent, Lucas, excellent. Remove your helmet.”

The pillion followed my instructions, taking off the helmet and holding it. With him close to me, I ran my gloved hand down the side of his cheek, then placed the palm over his lips with a slight pressing. Without saying anything, I wondered if the boy understood what I was doing when I placed my glove over his mouth. There was a hum from behind the glove, and I knew he understood.

Looking him directly into his eyes, I leaned in, past his face and whispered into his ear. “You are now going to strip for me to present your naked body.”

Removing my touch, I stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed to enjoy the performance Lucas was about to give me. I removed my helmet as I noticed a crooked smile on his lips. He knew what he had to do; he was just nervous about carrying it out. Looking at me, sitting on the bed, he lifted his hand and unzipped the leather jacket in the first step to becoming exposed to his Master.

As he removed each piece of clothing, he was instructed to place it on the countertop to his left. After the gloves, Lucas removed his Langlitz jacket, then his shirt. Since Lucas wasn’t allowed to sit on the bed, he wavered while standing to remove his boots, which was followed by his jeans. I was surprised as he wasn’t wearing underwear and his hard pecker sprang forward, bobbing before me.

Lucas was now naked before me, unsure how to stand or what to do with his arms. I paused for a moment to see if he could figure out how he should stand, and in a short while, his hands moved behind his back, and the guest lowered his head.

Seeing that he was ready, I stood before him. Lucas maintained his gaze to the floor, though I was hoping he was looking at my boots and anxiously awaiting to taste them again. For now, it wasn’t my plan to do more boot licking. I wanted greater control.

Approaching the naked submissive, I raised my gloved hands and lightly placed them on his bare shoulder, touching the skin and gliding them down his arms to his hands. Leaving his hands, I gripped his waist and moved him so that he was standing against the foot of the leather-covered bed and facing me, his back to the bed. Lifting his chin, I looked at him and gave him a quick peck on the lips and then pushed him backward, with his naked body landing on the cool leather while bouncing until he was settled.

Lucas remained still as I reached the right corner of the bed and lifted a leather restraint attached to a heavy chain. Pulling his foot towards the corner, I placed the Mr. S leather cuff around his ankle, making it snug but not too tight. The chain was cut to the perfect length, and with the lock in place, the right leg was secure. As I moved to the left leg, I saw the boy’s pecker standing straight towards the ceiling, waving back and forth slightly with a drop or two of pre-cum leaking and running down his shaft.

After his left ankle was secured, I moved to the head of the bed and positioned his hand, spread-eagled to the corners of the bed, a little tighter than his legs. The Mr. S. Essential Wrist Restraints were soft and supple from many years of use. As I tighten his wrists in leather, I always give a final tug to make it a little bit tighter as I enjoy hearing the grunt that comes from my prisoner as he realizes he is becoming helpless on my leather bed.

With his right wrist secured, I add more pieces to gain greater control. First, I push a gag into his lips that fills his mouth with the strap wrapping around his head and buckling on the front plate of the gag. I love this front-locking gag from Mr. S, as it looks wicked and keeps a boy silent for his time under my control. I look into the eyes of my now secured and naked prisoner, his naked body against the black of the leather covering the bed. Looking down at him, he looks up to see this man he just met at the movie theater, still in his red and black Alpinestars leathers, about to put the captive into a dark state of helplessness. That is when I pull out the leather blindfold and work it over his head, and Lucas now slips into the darkness.

Standing erect, I look to see the handsome, helpless, captive on my bed. Secured, gagged and blinded, not knowing what is going to happen next. As I step along the side of the bed, enjoying my view, I wonder if Lucas is giving any thought to the fact that just an hour ago, he was sitting in a movie theater, eating popcorn and watching a kinky movie about leather men and their relationship. Could he have imagined that he would end up in bondage, nude, in a stranger’s house after climbing on the back of my motorcycle?

I go to a cabinet, take my helmet and slide it over my head. I follow with my gloves on and enjoy being head-to-toe in gear. Feeling my hard cock trapped inside my leathers, I return to the bed where my beautiful submission lies, in bondage, his cock dripping and straining to the sky.

Moving forward, I climb onto the bed and straddle my captive, allowing the coolness of my leather to lie upon his skin as my weight presses on his body. I run my gloved hands all over his body and watch him struggle with the tenderness and tickle that my gloved fingered create. There are moans in the gag as the submissive realizes the bondage he is in, his hands and feet trying to escape or move away from my rather gentle touch. There isn’t a surface of his skin that I don’t touch as the weight of my motorcycle-geared body keeps him from moving. As he is in darkness, he can feel the leather that I wear, as he is sandwiched between my suit and the leather on the bed. There is a leather gag in his mouth that keeps him moaning as I enjoy touching and watching the struggle. The leather of my gloves strokes his bare skin, heightening his sense of helplessness.

Enjoying the toy on my bed, squirming under me, there are moments when I touch my hard dick that is trapped in my leather. For a while, I want to toy with my helpless submissive. Lying on his chest, the leather must be cool on his skin as he exhales from my weight. Now that I’m close to him, I run my gloved hands over his face, sometimes pausing as I stop his breathing by covering his nose, stopping him from breathing. I enjoy it when I hold his breath just a few moments too long, and he struggles in the bondage that keeps him secured to the bed. Releasing my grip, he then breathes heavily through his nose as his mouth is plugged with the locking gag. As he struggles with no air to breath, I feel his hard pecker slap against the back of my riding gear.

After a long while, I rise from my position of lying on Lucas and move to kneeling at the side of the bed. Reaching across, I use my right hand to lightly tease his cock. This is the one thing I enjoy with a new guy, keeping him in helpless bondage and toying with him to bring him to the edge over and over. I slowly enclose my glove around his dripping dick and lower my grip to his balls, then I slowly lift my hand to the head of his manhood.

Up and down, I stroke the stone-hard penis of my captive, enjoying the sounds that are coming from behind the gag. At times, he tests the strength of the leather and chains that keep his limbs spread open and secured.

***

Over and over, I have brought the submissive to near climax and then pulled back, never allowing him to release. I know that he has to be a pile of mush, his mind craving deeply to release the seed that is boiling in his balls. But that isn’t going to happen with my grip. No, there is only one way he will release, and that will be with no physical touch from himself or me. It has been two hours of struggle, temptation and desire for the boy who has been locked to the leather surface of my bed.

The night has proceeded beyond my expectations, especially since I just met the helpless Lucas in the theater a few hours ago. Now is the time for me to enjoy the pillion I have brought to the private space that brings me pleasure and creates a space of hell for those who are locked up.

Releasing my grip of his hard pecker, I move to his right foot and release the chain that is connected to the bed. The boy moans in frustration as he feels nothing but cool air on his pecker that is covered with lube and pre-cum. After releasing the chain, I lift his leg over him and secure it to a loop at the top of the headboard. I do the same with his left leg. Returning to the foot of the bed, there is the ass of my captive submissive exposed and ready to be used by a Master like myself.

Grabbing my helmet, I slip it on my head and strap it on. Now I stand head to toe in my riding gear, feeling the weight of the leather that I wear along with the boots on my feet. Opening the specially designed zipper at my crotch, I pull out my hard dick, which is covered in pre-cum from being trapped in the leather for so long. I stroke my own manhood a few times as I step forward to the bed and climb onto the leather sheet.

The submissive feels the head of my cock light press upon the opening of his ass that I will soon be taking. Taking because I am the Master and he is the submissive pillion for me to use. Placing my arms around his waist, I heard Lucas moan in the gag, now aware of what was going to happen. Looking at him through the shield, I feel the helmet as my breathing echoes inside the padding that protects my brain.

I stay still for a while, allowing the boy to get relaxed and fall into a sense of security before I use his hole to my full pleasure. I can tell when he is calm as his arms fall down, though his legs are tense because of them being chained over his blindfolded face.

There is anticipation in me, somewhat surprised that I followed through and brought this guy to my space, had him ride pillion behind me while holding me tightly. Not sure I would have done that in the past, but he was at a movie about power exchange and seemed willing to follow the orders I had given. And Lucas has responded well to our time here in my little room, spread-eagled and helpless on my leather bed. Looking at him, I wondered how long he would last if I stuffed him in a leather sleepsack and tightly secured it. Would he stay locked for me for a few hours, perhaps days, or even a week? My cock was getting hard, and by having such thoughts, it was time.

I shoved my crotch forward, and my dick entered his tight hole, with a grunt from behind that gag that is securely locked over his lips. Fuck, the warmth that enveloped my manhood felt wonderful, with so much pre-cum that I didn’t need any lube. Deep inside, I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to hold on to my seed for long, as this pillion has wound me up so much. I wanted to treat the submissive well, but my animal instincts were taking over, and I needed to fuck him roughly. In and out I would piston that ass, feeling how tight it was, I knew I couldn’t hold back for long.

I gripped my pillion, feeling the leather as I sweated in the heavy riding gear. My breathing inside the helmet increases, and I intensify the tempo of my fucking Lucas. The chain that connected to the bed and kept the boy secured for my pleasure was rattling, and the submissive was moaning and grunting. There was pain, and I hope pleasure in what the submissive was experiencing.

Then I noticed that Lucas was feeling pleasure as his cock had become rock hard again and was slightly rocking back and forth with my pumps into his ass. There was nothing the pillion could do to stop what was happening, he was being pleasure to me. The biker who brought him to this space, to bring him to the edge, over and over.

It was then that, without any touch to the stone cock, the pillions’ breathing started to increase to where he then paused, lifting his body off the bed and exploding in a powerful release of his seed. The cream shot to the ceiling and then fell, landing on his bare chest as more and more cum gushed from his manhood to puddle at the base of this bush and dripping down his balls.

Watching Lucas being so primed that he just shot his load without any touch, let me know that I was fucking the pillion correctly. He had his release, and now it was my turn. It is rare to bring a boy to the peak of erotic pleasure with no touch, but fuck I had achieved it with this fucker secured to my bed.

The thrill was beyond imagination for this biker, and I felt my cum shoot deep into the captive as Lucas was coming down from his sexual high. I let myself enjoy the sensation of filling his ass, thinking that it should stay in for him to feel, when I take him back to the theater.

After a few moments, I found my own calmness and gently pulled my manhood from the pillion’s hole, sitting on the bed for a minute. Going to the counter, I took the pillion’s helmet and made sure my seed coated the padding. When I take him back to the theater, he will remember me by the scent.

I quickly released his legs and laid them flat on the leather, then released his arms. Positioning myself beside him, I wrapped his arms around my leathered body, then wrapped my arms around his naked body, hugging him tightly as we enjoy the touch and feeling of each other.

One exposed and naked, the other protected by heavy red and black leather.

***

The theater parking lot is quiet as we arrive, my pillion holds me tight. I have enjoyed him on the back of the bike, letting my mind wander a bit with thoughts of one day taking a multi-day ride with him. He would always be behind me, locked in full leather riding gear, probably gagged under the helmet and available at any time to be fucked with a zipper installed in the ass of his leathers.

Parking my Honda, I put the engine into neutral, then dropped my boot to the blacktop as the pillion climbed off. He let his hand slide across the leather of my jacket, probably not really wanting to go. But go he must; I had my fun. Standing next to my bike, Lucas removes the helmet, placing it in my gloved hand. As he adjusts himself, I latch the extra helmet to the side of my machine.

Shyly, Lucas looks up at me, with my shield flipped up, the pillion thanks me for the ride and the experience.

“You’re welcome. You will be welcome to return tomorrow night. Give me your phone.” I command.

Digging into the pocket of his black Levi’s, Lucas pulls out his device, handing it to my gloved hand. Being that the gloves are tight, I enter my phone number for the pillion. After entering the number, I look him directly in his eyes.

“You have my number now. I expect a text from you tonight before you go to bed that explains how you feel. And if you want to meet again, then you can contact me. Do you understand, Lucas?”

Taking his phone into his naked hand, Lucas looks away briefly with a smile on his face. I fucking knew that he was going to return, I just didn’t know when.

Reaching for his chin, I take my gloved finger, placing it under his chin and bring his view back to my eyesight. Firmly, I state, “Do you understand, boy?”

Lucas tries to look away, but my one finger keeps him focused as he stares into my eyes. “Yes, Sir. I understand. Let me think about it, and I promise I will let you know.”

He left an opening to chicken out, but I could understand why he did. I moved quickly, for he was just out to see a movie and ended up being fucked on my bed after riding on the back of my bike.

I tap his chin a couple of times, drop my shield, kick the bike into gear, rev it a few times, then pull forward and make a U-turn to leave the parking lot. As I come around, the headlight of my Honda shines on something in the middle of the parking lot. It is Lucas, on his knees, his hands behind his back, with his head bowed.

“Fuck.” I whisper from under my helmet, totally impressed by such a show of submission. I take a deep breath and pull my bike forward until my front tire is inches ahead of Lucas. Hearing the thunder of the engine, the submissive raises his head, blinking from the brightness of the headline that shines into his eyes.

“Stand up,” I tell the pillion.

He works himself to his booted feet, keeping his hands behind his back. Then he speaks, “I will be at your place tomorrow –”

Before he could finish, I knew that I had to show who was in charge, so I completed his sentence, “At six o’clock, fucker.”

I see Lucas nod his head.

Having confirmed his next action, I revved my engine, pulled the throttle, and headed down the parking lot. As I moved forward, I observed in my review mirror as Lucas watched me leave, him becoming smaller in the distance.

As I turned the corner, I felt how hard my cock was with the vibration of the engine keeping it active. But I was missing those arms around my body, holding me tight. I decided then that tomorrow night I’m taking Lucas on a longer ride. A much longer ride.

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