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  Instead he feels the zipper tighten, cutting into the sides of his erect penis.

  “What the fuck are you doing? I said pull it back, that fucking hurts!”

  “I call the shots. Do as I say or you’ll lose it, queer boy,” he growls.

  At that Tomas smacks him on the side of his head, his hand making a loud sound hitting the leather hood. With that, Leather Head jerks the zipper even further closed, cutting into both sides of his dying erection.

  “Do that again and I’ll tear your dick right off!”

  What the hell? This guy is crazy, Tomás thinks to himself. He isn’t just into leather and role play, this dude is whacked. Suddenly he feels panicked. What the hell did he get himself into with this nut job?

  Tomás can feel the steel zipper pinching his penis hard, but is afraid to move for fear the pain will be even worse. He freezes in terror. What the fuck do I do?, he thinks to himself. His penis is bleeding at both sides, it hurts like hell, and he is one jerk of this guy’s head away from having his cock ripped right off him. And he now knows this guy is crazy enough to do it.

  The image of Leather Head biting down through his cock and pulling the zipper as tight as he can and literally ripping his penis off flashes through his mind. Blood spurts out of where his cock once was, now just hanging balls and bloody flesh. Leather Head holds his bloodied, dismembered cock in his mouth, shaking his head back and forth like a dog with a bone, as blood splatters off of it. He tries to wipe the image from his mind.

  The next thing he knows, he is thrown to the ground and Leather Head rolls on top of him, but at least his now soft cock is out of his zippered mouth, though still bleeding.

  He suddenly feels leather gloves grabbing him around his neck, squeezing the breath out of him.

  “You NEVER defy me! Never! Do you hear me? You die now, bitch!”

  What the fuck is up with this guy? Tomás thinks to himself. He likes to play rough, but not like this, drawing blood and now choking him. This guy is out of his mind. Tomás tries to pull his hands off his neck, but is overpowered, this maniac is too strong. He can’t breathe and feels like he is going to pass out. Leather Head just squeezes tighter. He holds his death grip for over a minute as Tomás bucks and tries to break free but, like a boa constrictor, that just makes him tighten his grip even more. Tomás suddenly remembers the murder he heard about last week. This is the guy, he realizes, and he’s about to kill me. He feels dizzier and dizzier until finally he passes out.

  Leather Head holds his grip for a few more moments, just to make sure. He smiles as he finally feels his victim’s body start to go limp, and at that pulls out his huge, now erect cock. As Tomás’ body goes totally limp and dead, he cums all over him.

  “You’re my bitch now, queer boy.”

  He reaches down and squeezes his face with his leathered glove, then slaps it, hard.

  ***

  As Gable scans the crowd, he hears a familiar voice.

  “Honeyhowareyou?” It’s Shawn.

  “There you are, I was just looking for you,” Gable tells him.

  “You were looking for something alright, but I don’t think it was me, bitch.”

  Gable laughs.

  “Ha. Well, can you blame me? It’s quite the crowd.”

  “I know it is,” Shawn says. “I love it. So, has anyone caught your eye?”

  “Well, this one guy has a really hot body, but he’s a little scary looking, he’s wearing one of those leather hoods. I thought bottoms usually wore those, but this guy definitely looks like a top. Anyway, the hood thing is just a little too spooky. It’s too bad because his body is smoking hot.”

  Shawn scopes the crowd, his eyes darting from guy to guy.

  “Oh, there he is. Damn, his body is really hot! And he’s hella tall. What is he, like 6’6”? And look at those muscles, damn. But you’re right, that hood is freaky. I always wonder when they wear those things, what are they hiding? Is it so bad you had to put a bag over it? Even if it is expensive, studded leather.”

  Gable laughs. “You may have a point. Maybe he’s a lot older than he looks, and just keeps his body in shape.”

  “But those biceps and chest…god damn! Not to mention that bulge, did you notice…?”

  “Yeah, I noticed,” Gable interjects. “How could I not? It’s frickin’ huge.”

  They hang out for another half an hour or so before Shawn starts cruising a hot young Asian guy in skin tight leather pants and no shirt. Gable gives Shawn a knowing look, his cue to go their separate ways so Shawn can make his move. Gable heads to the bathroom, which is a big tub-like urinal for three or four, rather than separate individual ones. Another guy is just finishing and smiles at Gable as he zips up. Gable pulls out his cock and starts to relieve himself.

  A few seconds later, the muscled guy in the leather hood from earlier walks in and stands right next to Gable, even though there is plenty of room further down. Gable immediately feels both nervous and excited.

  Gable is just finishing as the leather hooded muscle stud pulls his cock out. It’s huge, even though it’s still flaccid. Gable can only imagine how big it is erect. Gable shakes his cock—not so bad in length or girth itself—and then gives it a few extra shakes because he’s not exactly in a hurry to zip up as he eyes the guy’s huge cock.

  “Like what you see, pretty boy?”

  His voice is so deep it is almost scary, but still damn sexy. This definitely adds fuel to Gable’s excitement; a wimpy voice would have killed the fantasy for him, his voice just made him even more of a turn on.

  Gable looks back down at it and the guy shakes it at him with his leather gloved hand wrapped around its base; it flops back and forth and grows even bigger. It isn’t just long, it is really thick.

  “Yeah, it looks pretty good to me,” Gable manages to say, mesmerized by the size of it as it grows even bigger.

  “I bet you’d make a good little cocksucker; I like those lips,” he tells him as he reaches up with his leathered hand and squeezes Gable’s lower lip between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Yeah, are you a hungry little cocksucker, boy?”

  Gable smiles nervously, turned on but still somewhat uptight. The guy excites him, but scares him a little bit at the same time. The leather hood is still freaking him out, and the guy’s voice, although deep and sexy, is borderline between dangerous and scary. He sounds like a sexy Darth Vader with a hint of Sylvester Stallone.

  “Go on, have a little taste, no one’s coming,” he tells Gable. “You know you want to.”

  Gable glances around and then, feeling his own cock throb, is too turned on to resist and goes down on the hooded man, taking his huge fat cock into his mouth and sucking it down. Gable is so turned on he feels like he is going to cum instantly. He looks up at the leather stud’s huge chest and bulging biceps as he sucks his big cock down. He is built like a huge Roman god.

  The leather headed guy takes one of his gloved hands and cups it firmly behind Gable’s head, pushing it down further and further on his huge dick. Gable almost chokes as the big stud pushes his head almost all the way down on him. Gable can hardly breathe, but he loves it. The mixture of desire and danger is an intoxicating mix.

  “Go on, you dirty little boy, you know you like it,” he tells Gable. “Show me what a hungry little cock sucking queer boy you are for big dick.”

  Gable starts stroking his own cock as he slurps it up and down a few times, looking up at the leather headed stud. He’s so horny he feels like he’s going to cum already. His heart is racing and his excitement is sky rocketing. He’s now furiously jacking off and totally lost in the fantasy until he hears someone coming. He jerks up to his feet and shakes his cock, as if he’s just finished pissing, and pulls his rock hard cock back into his pants. Leather Head’s huge hard cock throbs and bobs up and down, glistening from the drool all over it.

  Gable quickly turns to go, not even noticing it is Shawn that has come into the bathroom. A minute or so later, whe
n Shawn comes out, he runs up to Gable.

  “Honey, you were going down on Leather Face, weren’t you?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gable deadpans.

  “Oh, please honey, his cock was rock hard and wet, and you jerked away like a twelve year old getting caught by his mom!”

  Gable chuckles. “Well, maybe I had a little taste,” he confesses, playfully tabbing at the corners of his mouth.

  “You ho!”

  “Jealous?”

  “God yes, his cock is fucking HUGE! Long and thick, damn…good for you, honey! Are you going to go home with him? Did you get his number?”

  “I don’t even know his name,” Gable admits. “Leather Head?”

  “I said Leather Face, but that was the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, right?”

  “Ha. Yeah one word, though: Leatherface. But I like Leather Head better.”

  “Yeah, I could see that!”

  They both laugh and as they do, Gable gazes out into the crowd and across the way up against the wall, there is Leather Head, staring a hole right through him. It’s hard to tell with the hood on, but his body language says he’s a little pissed, maybe not happy that he figures Gable is telling Shawn what—or who—went down in the bathroom and laughing about it. Gable manages a weak smile then looks back toward Shawn.

  “He’s looking over at us right now,” Gable says, lowering his voice to a whisper. “He’s over there, against the wall.”

  “Oh yeah,” Shawn says. “He looks kind of pissed, doesn’t he?”

  “Yeah, he does,” Gable agrees. “But it’s hard to tell, he always looks a little scary with that hood on. If I do go home with him, I’ll make him take that hood off.”

  Two weeks earlier…

  “Let’s see what’s under that hood,” Carlos suggests.

  “That’s not going to happen,” he tells him.

  “Oh, come on, you sexy fucker, I want to see your face. Does it look as good as the rest of you?”

  “Don’t worry about it, now get on your knees like a good little bitch.”

  “Seriously, I want to see what you look like before we go any further. You can put it back on if you want.”

  “I can put it back on if I want?” Leather Head starts laughing, not in a jovial way, but in a cocky, arrogant way.

  “Let’s be clear. You are my bitch and I call the shots. Now, get on those knees, cock slut!”

  “I don’t think so,” Carlos says. “I’m into the fantasy and all, but you’re taking this way too seriously. I don’t think this is going to work out.”

  Carlos turns to leave.

  “You aren’t going anywhere,” his deep voice growls.

  Carlos rolls his eyes, makes a face and turns to get his jacket and leave, but suddenly feels the grip of leather gloves tight around his neck, and squeezing way too tight to be a fantasy.

  “I’m not even going to mark you like the rest, you blew your chance, queer boy!”

  “Let go of me, what the hell is wrong with you?” Carlos yells, trying to jerk away from him. His voice is strained from the grip around his neck.

  He wrestles Carlos to the ground, his 6’5” 230 lb. frame pinning him to the hardwood floor. Carlos does manage to break the grip around his neck.

  “You’re crazy! Get the fuck off of me! And what the hell are you talking about, ‘marking me’? You’re fucking crazy, dude!”

  “I’m not even going to mark you as my bitch when I’m done with you. You won’t get any of my cum sprayed over you, queer boy.”

  Carlos starts to realize just how nuts this guy is.

  “Get off of me now or you’re going to end up going to jail. I’ll call the cops.”

  “The cops? Don’t make me laugh. I told you, you aren’t going anywhere, bitch. Now…take your last breath.”

  Leather Head’s black glove-leathered hands squeeze even tighter around his neck this time. Carlos knees him in the crotch as hard as he can.

  Leather Head just laughs.

  “Do that again, I like it,” he says. “I have balls of steel, so do it harder, wussy boy.”

  Carlos jerks his arms like crazy, breaking the grip around his neck, pulls away from him, gets up and runs toward the front door. He grabs the door knob, but is grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground. His head bangs to the floor and he’s slightly dazed. Leather Head gets on top of him and begins to strangle him again.

  Carlos looks up at the dark, mammoth beast on top of him and knows he’s overmatched. Leather Head seems to sense it, like an animal instinctively sensing weakness, and starts to laugh. He squeezes his hands around his neck as hard as he can, gagging him. Carlos can’t breathe and kicks and jerks, doing everything he can to get away, but this monster is just too strong. Leather Head holds his death grip for almost two minutes, like a boa constrictor waiting for its prey to die. Slowly, his kicks and jerks slow down as the fight drains out of him. Finally Leather Head feels Carlos go limp in his grip. He’s dead. Leather Head’s erection throbs in his pants. He gets up and stands over him, then spits down on him.

  “You stupid bitch. Don’t you ever disrespect me like that. You don’t tell me what to do. Ever. I tell you what to do. Always.”

  He looks down at him one more time, reaches down and slaps him across the face, hard.

  ***

  “Good luck getting him to take that hood off. I don’t know if that’s going to happen,” Shawn tells Gable. “I think the leather hood is all part of the whole anonymous thing, he’s not going to want to take it off.”

  “I bet I could convince him,” Gable says, grinning. “I have my ways.”

  “I don’t know, you might get more than you bargained for,” Shawn says. “He could snap you like a twig!”

  “I’m hardly a twig!”

  “Well, no…but compared to him you are. Those biceps are huge. He looks like he might be ‘roided up. Be careful, he might be a little bit of a hot head.”

  “Oh, I can handle myself,” Gable assures him. “Don’t worry about me. This isn’t my first rodeo.”

  “Oh, I know it isn’t,” Shawn says.

  “Hey, what happened to that little cutie you were cruising?” Gable asks him.

  “Oh, he was hot, but we didn’t really click. He was more of a sister.”

  “Oh well, plenty of fish in the sea,” Gable tells him. “Have fun and don’t worry about me.”

  But Shawn does worry. When he first checked out Leather Head it was hard not to notice his killer body, but the more he checks him out, the more he gets a bad vibe about him. He hopes Gable is careful. For the first time, something even more sinister crosses Shawn’s mind. What if this guy is the Folsom Street Killer?

  One week earlier…

  Ahmed is in town from Los Angeles and is determined to have a wild weekend in San Francisco. It looks like all systems go as he ends up with one of the biggest, hunkiest studs he’s ever laid eyes on. His body is to die for. He doesn’t even know his name because he is told to address him only as “Sir”, and Ahmed is happy to play along. He’s dabbled in the leather scene, but isn’t into hardcore S&M. He isn’t into real pain or torture, but doesn’t mind a little butt slapping and role play.

  Leather Head wrestles with him, and pulls his hands behind his back. Ahmed tries to pull away, but the guy is too strong, and before he knows it, he’s handcuffed. Ahmed shakes his head no.

  “I’m not really into that.”

  Leather Head just laughs. “You are now.”

  “Seriously, I’m not playing, I’m not into this, take them off!” Ahmed yells, starting to get agitated.

  Leather Head slaps him across the face, hard, his leather gloved hand stinging his face.

  “No one tells me what to do, I tell you what to do. You are my bitch and you’ll do as you’re told.”

  Ahmed starts to realize this guy is more than just into the leather scene and rough play, this guy might be nuts, and dangerous. He isn’t sure what to do, or what he can d
o, but he fights back as hard as he can while being handcuffed, bucking and flailing his legs. He starts to yell for help, but Leather Head stuffs a leather jockstrap in his mouth, almost making him choke, and muting his screams for help.

  Suddenly, Leather Head grabs his ankle and wraps rope around it and ties it to the bed post, and then the other leg. Now there is almost nothing he can do. Gagged, tied up and muted, what is this lunatic going to do to him? He cringes at the possibilities.

  “Do you like it nice and slow?” Leather Head asks him.

  Ahmed is literally scared stiff, he can’t answer with his mouth stuffed with a leather jockstrap and he isn’t sure if he should nod yes or no.

  Leather Head smiles and then laughs at the sight of him cowering in fear. It sends a rush of adrenalin through his body making him even more powerful and full of himself. He stands over him and starts flexing his muscles, looking down at him and laughing, and then kicks him in the chest with his massive boot.

  “You worthless little queer, I am so superior to you. You knew that from the beginning, maybe you just didn’t realize exactly what that meant. It’s time for you to find out.”

  He bursts into laughter, and then it becomes uncontrollable and morphs into a maniacal sounding cackle of contempt. Ahmed is scared out of his mind. His heart is racing. He can hardly believe this is really happening. How the hell can he possibly get out of this?

  Leather Head pins him down to the bed with his crotch right over his face. He pulls out his huge, hard cock and slaps him in the face with it. Then again, harder. And again. And again.

  “Yeah, you like that don’t you, queer boy? You like being slapped in the face with that big cock, don’t you? Yeah, you like it a lot, don’t you?”

  He then stands up and towers over him, putting his size 15 black leather boot on his face, pushing it to the side.

  “I am your God, and you worship at my feet, boy. You are my slave and you’ll do what I say when I say.”

  He pushes the boot down hard on his face, laughing. He scowls, looks down at him, and kicks him in the nose with his steel-toed boot, bloodying it. He then lays down on top of him, grinding his big cock in between his legs.