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The Celestian Interester
Liam put the dusty book back and rummaged around to see what else was in the crate. The Tuesday second-hand market was great – there were lots of house-clearance stalls and occasionally you could pick up fascinating things for next to nothing. The eyes of a badly-stuffed ferret stared at him accusingly as he moved it out of the way, and his fingers closed on a box. He lifted it out. Stained, brown cardboard, it looked Victorian, but it probably wasn't. The box was much the worse for wear, but the label was in better condition. It showed a moustachioed gentleman of a certain age holding what appeared to be a large ring.
Liam smiled, and lifted the top. The light blue tissue paper in which the object was wrapped was in pristine condition, although the ring itself was somewhat smaller than on the illustration.
Liam frowned. There were no instructions, What the hell was it? He wished he'd brought his phone so he could have looked it up on the net. He put it back in its box, replaced the lid and held it up to the stall-holder. "How much?"
The man glanced over, and held up one finger. "A quid."
Liam gave him a pound coin and took it home.
Google came up blank – it could find no mention of the Celestian Interester anywhere. He inspected the box more closely, but there was no more enlightenment there. He shook his head and put it down. He'd look at it again later. Right now he had work to do.
Later that afternoon he picked it up again. It looked more than anything like some kind of sex toy, and the Victorians had been ingenious when it came to things like that. But how did it fit, and what did it do? He took it to the sink, washed it, and dried it on a towel. It looked as if it were made of some kind of wood – it was very smooth and polished – and yet it felt slightly rubbery. He dropped his jeans and boxers. Assuming that it was a cock-ring, he worked it over his balls. It fitted very loosely, so he pushed his soft cock through as well. Ah, that was better.
Liam gasped – the ring had seemed to settle itself around him, almost as if it had moved on its own. It only lasted a moment, but when it was finished it was gripping his cock and balls in the most delightful way imaginable.
He'd panicked for a moment when he thought it had moved, so he removed it, afraid that it had somehow locked itself onto him, but it came off easily. He looked at it. This was all very odd. He wanted to put it back on – it had felt so right , somehow. Why not? This time the device slipped more easily into place. The thing felt very comfortable – and it felt good. He pulled up his boxers and fastened his jeans up.
He had no more work to do that day, so he decided a cappuccino and a cake at his favourite cafe was in order.
The walk to the cafe was interesting. Every movement seemed to cause the ring to slide, squeeze, or grip, and it felt good. And people were noticing him. A few times complete strangers had held his gaze, and then smiled at him. Strange. The ring felt more sexy than it should have done between his thighs. By the time he'd ordered and sat down, he had the beginnings of an erection.
Liam sipped his coffee and munched the carrot cake. He came to this cafe regularly, but today the cake and the coffee were especially good.
The door opened and a biker came in. Liam looked him up and down as he ordered at the counter. Probably a motorcycle courier – leather jeans, jacket and boots, all well-worn and scuffed. From his slim waist and broad shoulders Liam guessed that he worked out a fair bit.
The biker picked up his coffee and turned round, looking for a vacant table. Blue eyes, long dirty-blond hair. Liam took a sharp breath – the boy was gorgeous. The biker's eyes scanned the room and came to rest on Liam. He walked over, coffee in one hand, black crash helmet in the other. "All right mate? OK to sit here?"
Liam felt the device move somehow inside his jeans. He nodded, then smiled. "Of course." Why did he find this boy so beautiful? He wasn't into leather, he wasn't into bikers, and he wasn't into boys.
The biker put his helmet on the floor and stretched, looking around at the other customers. When he smiled, his face seemed to light up. "Busy today."
Liam nodded. "Yeah, lunchtime. It's a popular cafe. I'm Liam." He held out a hand.
"Mark." They shook hands.
"You a courier?"
"Yeah."
It was summer, and the UK was experiencing one of its rare heatwaves; the temperature outside was in the high twenties. Liam ran his eyes slowly over the black leathers. "Don't you get hot in that gear?"
Mark chuckled. "Days like these I go buck naked underneath it." As if to prove the point he unzipped his leather jacket halfway. A well-formed pair of pecs came into view.
Liam was almost salivating and his cock was as hard as a rock. He couldn't understand it at all. "Not under your jeans as well?"
"Oh yeah."
"That is… sexy. You look amazing, " he said before he could stop himself.
The biker grinned. "Well thank you!"
Liam wanted to keep this boy chatting, but he couldn't think of anything else to say. They sipped their coffees. After a while, he asked, "what's it like wearing leather? Is it stiff?"
"Nah. Feels brilliant." He looked from side to side and leaned forward conspiratorially. He grinned. "Leather feels great over your tackle."
Liam swallowed. He could believe it. At the moment, he really could believe that. "I've always wanted to feel a cock through leather." What? Why the fuck had he said that? He'd never ever wanted to before.
Mark looked at him for a moment. "You coming on to me?"
Liam felt the first signs of panic. How could he get out of this?
"Yes," he said.
Dammit. Immediately he regretted it. His eyes opened wide. It was like he wasn't in control of himself at the moment. What the fuck was happening?
A corner of the biker's mouth lifted. "Well all right. In that case, I finish at half five. Be outside here at six. I'll bring the spare lid." He finished his coffee, and picked up his helmet. He winked. "See you at six." Then he was gone.
Standing in front of the mirror, Liam carefully removed the device. As soon as it came off he felt its absence. It was as if he wasn't complete any more. What on earth had he been thinking, saying things like that to a stranger in the cafe? Yeah, the boy had been good-looking, but he wouldn't normally have given someone like that a second glance. Liam wasn't gay, and certainly wasn't kinky. All that talk about leather, and wanting to feel a cock through it. What was that about? But at the time, it had seemed so fucking sexy. All of it.
He sat down at the computer and lost himself in work for a couple of hours. The next time he looked at the clock it was half past five. Was he going to go to the cafe? Meet that biker again? To do what? He snorted. You've got to be joking, he told himself.
But that feeling of incompleteness came back to him. An experiment. He picked up the ring and put it on again. It slipped on even more easily now, and immediately he felt enthusiastic. About everything. And his cock felt bigger than usual too. This was so weird. He thought about Mark again – and he started to get hard. Looking at himself in the mirror, he smiled. He looked better than he remembered. He was 22, had curly jet-black hair and brown eyes. He'd seen worse. But he thought he could look a bit sexier for the boy. He undressed, rooted in the wardrobe, and found some tight, faded jeans. He hadn't worn them for a while. Halfway through pulling his boxers on, he had second thoughts, and dropped them on the floor. He'd go commando; the biker had said it felt good. As he zipped the jeans up and arranged himself, he closed his eyes in pleasure for a moment; the rough denim felt unusual and interesting over his cock.
The black CBR600 pulled up at the kerb at exactly 6 pm. Liam had never been on a bike before, but he got on and put his hands on the biker's waist. They set off through the city streets.
Mark's flat was twenty minutes away, and by the time they arrived, Liam was hard and horny. The bike had felt wonderful, as had the boy's firm waist between his hands. He'd found himself stroking the leather.
The flat was a mess. "I didn't have time to tidy up. Sorry." Mark dropped the two helmets on the chair, then turned to Liam. He smiled slowly. "So, I believe you wanted to find out what a cock felt like through leather…"
Under normal circumstances Liam would have stood there with no idea what to do. But it appeared that these were not normal circumstances. He fell to his knees and his hands went to the biker's crotch. They felt, squeezed and rubbed inexpertly for a moment, then he leaned forward and kissed the growing bulge. The leather felt, smelled, and sounded amazing. He devoured it with his mouth, his hand running over the biker's thighs.
Mark stood there looking down at him, his hands on his hips, a broad grin on his face. "You look like someone who's wanted to do that for a long time."
Liam had never wanted to do that before in his life. But at that moment it was as if it were something that had always been cruelly denied him, and now he was making up for lost time. His cock was so hard it felt like it was in danger of bursting through his jeans, and the tight denim over it – along with the device – was squeezing it in exactly the right places. He couldn't remember ever feeling this horny before. And it was wonderful.
Mark lifted him to his feet, then pulled him close and kissed him.
Liam had never kissed a guy before. By rights he should have found it very unpleasant – but he didn't. He ran his fingers through the boy's long blond hair, stared into the blue eyes, and returned the kiss, crushing his mouth against Mark's.
Still kissing, Mark moved them slowly over to the bed and they dropped onto it.
Liam could not believe this. He'd long ago come to the conclusion that he just wasn't sexually attractive – in the last twelve months he'd managed to have sex exactly once, and that hadn't really been worth the effort; he'd cum much too soon and the girl had not been pleased. Now he'd noticed people looking at him for longer than the half-second they usually did – and with interest, for fuck's sake - and he was currently mauling a leather biker who was the sexiest, most gorgeous boy he'd ever noticed. If this was down to the Celestian Interester , he thought, it was a wonder that the company hadn't made billions by now.
Liam took his tongue off the boy's leathers long enough to say, "fuck, those jeans are tight."
"Oh yeah," the biker breathed. Tight jeans turn me on. Yours aren't exactly loose either."
Liam could not get enough of the biker. His body was firm and muscled, and his leathers were like a second skin on him; black and shiny, they were more like part of his body than separate things. His leather jacket had come open some time ago, and Liam had been licking the beautiful pecs, sucking the nipples, and running his fingers over the golden six-pack. Now they'd got themselves into a 69 position, and Liam gasped as the boy's teeth scraped lightly over his denim bulge.
"You wanna fuck me?"
Strangely, the thought hadn't occurred to Liam until the boy had said it, but as soon as he did, Liam realised that it was the one thing he most desperately wanted to do. "Oh fuck yes."
Mark wriggled on the bed as he unzipped his leather jeans and pulled them down, then turner over. "There's lube on the side."
Liam pulled his own jeans down. What the fuck? He was sure his cock was bigger than usual – and better shaped, too. No matter – he could think about that later. He quickly spread the lube over it and rammed it into the biker's arse as if seconds counted.
Mark took a sharp breath as it went in. Then he groaned in pleasure.
Liam lay on top of the boy and started to fuck him. He'd wanted to do it slowly, sexily, but he didn't seem to have much control over his hips. They pistoned in and out fast and hard.
Mark did a push-up, and then got himself onto all fours, which enabled Liam to reach around and take the boy's cock into his hand. He moaned as he fucked the biker and milked his cock.
Usually Liam came quickly. When he wanked he never took very long about it, and the main problem with the one girl he'd fucked this year had been that he'd cum far too soon. But now he felt he could carry on for hours like this.
"Slow down – I'm not far from cumming."
Liam forced himself to slow both his thrusting hips and his milking hand.
"Pull out for a second."
Liam didn't want to, but he forced himself.
Mark turned over so that he was face-up on the bed, put his legs over Liam's shoulders. He beamed. "Carry on."
With a bit more care than last time, Liam pushed his cock back into the biker's arse. As he did so, Mark shuffled his legs further along Liam's shoulders and pulled him closer.
Liam leaned forward and down, and kissed the boy. One hand found a nipple, and caressed it, while the other went back to work on the biker's cock – rather more gently than before.
Mark closed his eyes. "Oh yeeeeeah…" He breathed. His hands went to Liam's nipples too. Liam had always hated having them touched – they did nothing for him at all, other than irritate him – but right now they felt like they were extensions of his cock.
For some reason he felt the need to lick the boy's leathers again. Nothing was within reach, though. "I want leather," he whispered.
The boy smiled. He managed to slide them both to the edge of the bed, reached down, and came up holding another pair of leather jeans. Unlike the ones the boy was wearing, these were very smooth, and very shiny. "My sex jeans," he chuckled.
Liam took them and laid them over Mark's bare chest. He pushed the biker's cock down and gripped it through the leather. It seemed like just the right thing to do. The hand that had been working on Mark's nipple now ran over the jeans, feeling them and squeezing them.
"Oh fuck I'm gonna cummm….." Mark's face screwed up.
"Me too." Liam felt his cock explode inside the boy as he started to shoot. Groans of lust filled the room as both of them came.
*
They lay there, panting and exhausted, for a while, then Liam pulled out. He hugged the biker and they kissed.
"Have you ever tried bondage?"
Liam blinked, then shook his head. He'd never thought of it before – but he wasn't entirely surprised to find that right now, the idea – if it included this boy – was very, very interesting…
Back home, Liam had removed the device and was looking closely at it. It looked like rosewood or something like that. Very smooth and polished to a high shine. Other than the fact that it felt rubbery, there was nothing particularly unusual about it – it reminded him of one of those rings used for hanging curtains. He felt the need to put it back on. It had a strange hold over him. He grinned – perhaps it had been made, along with that other ring, in Mount Doom. Mordor didn't exist, but this thing most certainly did. He closed his eyes and tried to analyse himself: not especially horny, little interest in leather or boys (though even without the device on, the memories of the biker were still more interesting than they should have been).
As he fitted the device back on, he looked closely at his cock. It seemed to grow slightly as the thing slipped over and around it, and the head became more clearly defined. Immediately his thoughts about the biker became more intense. Fuck, that boy was hot. As he remembered what Mark had asked him – if he had ever tried bondage – he thought about The Lord of the Rings again: one ring to hold them all, and in the darkness bind them… "
His cock was getting hard.
"So what do you have in mind?"
Mark raised his eyebrows. "Well, depends on whether you wanna be tied up, or you wanna tie me up."
"Hmm." The thought of being helpless and at the mercy of this leather-clad biker appealed greatly to Liam – but equally, so did seeing this gorgeous boy strapped down and unable to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to him. But what exactly did he want to do to him? He had no idea.
"I suspect you're more experienced in this sort of thing than I am, so perhaps it'd be best if you did me first."
Mark grinned. "I can do that." He cleared a couple of boxes off the bed and rummaged in a cupboard. "You like leather, so strip off."
"Strip?"
"Yeah, so you can feel it. Cos you won't be able to fuckin' see it."
"Oh. Right." By the time Liam had undressed, the boy was ready. He'd taken a few things out and Liam pointed to one of them. "What's that for?"
"You'll find out. Lie down." He set about restraining Liam to the bed. "You've got a very nice cock."
Liam looked at it. He was still surprised at the size of it. "Thanks."
The biker knelt between the naked legs. He pulled the zip of his leather jacket up and grinned evilly, then dropped down on top of Liam. Liam gasped. The feel of his gear all over his naked body was more wonderful than he could have imagined. Then the boy clamped his leather-gloved hands tight over Liam's eyes and mouth.
Liam felt the need to struggle. Not because he wanted to get away, but because he knew it would feel so fucking horny. He pulled at the restraints, tried to get out from under the boy, tried to get his hands from over his face. He could feel the solid leather bulge of Mark's cock squashing his own naked one.
"You OK?" The biker sounded concerned, and lifted a hand slightly so that Liam could speak.
"Oh fuck YES! Put your fucking hand back. And press harder."
Mark grinned and did just that. He was rolling around as Liam struggled under him. "OK. I think we need more restraints."
He picked up a black leather bag hood. "We'll start with this one, I think. It'll be the easiest for you to deal with." He pulled it over Liam's head.
"Tighter!" The voice was muffled now, but it knew what it wanted.
"All right. Let me know if you can't breath." The boy put a leather strap over the hood at the level of the eyes, and tightened it. A second one went over the mouth, not so tightly, and a final one around the neck. He could see Liam sucking the strap into his mouth. "Tighter. More."
For a first-timer, Mark thought, Liam was seriously into bondage. He pulled the mouth strap as tight as it would go, forcing the leather of the hood between Liam's teeth. "Can you still breathe?"
"Yeph… too vuch."
The biker raised his eyebrows, and then tightened the neck strap as well. He watched the leather ballooning in and out as Liam inhaled and exhaled. He seemed to be doing all right.
Inside the hood, Liam was in heaven. The smooth black leather was tight against his face everywhere. He couldn't see, couldn't shout for help, didn't know what was going to happen. Absolutely fucking perfect. His cock was leaking precum and waving in the air, demanding attention.
Mark didn't give it any, though – he was lubing a butt plug.
Liam gasped as it slid into him. He'd never had anything up there before and it felt strange. Then it felt amazing. He clenched his muscles around it and felt it slide ever further in. It made him need to cum.
That need to cum was made even worse a few moments later when he felt the boy's leathers on his naked skin again, and a warm, wet mouth go around the head of his cock. He thrust his hips hard, and heard a choking sound come from the biker. "Sorry," he said, but the word was muffled into gibberish by the hood and the strap across his mouth. The boy put his lips back around the head, and sucked.
"NO! Don't stop!" Whether the gagged noises had actually communicated that or not, Liam didn't know, but the lips had gone, leaving Liam far too close to cumming. He heard an evil chuckle. Then he jumped as leather-gloved fingers took his nipples and squeezed them. They went away, and Liam waited, his body tense, desperate to know what was going to happen next.
The lips came back for a moment, sucking and teasing his cock, then he felt leather on his legs. Not the leathers that Mark was wearing, but something else. It slid upwards, went between his inner thighs, wrapped around his balls, and started to milk his cock very slowly. Liam closed his eyes in ecstasy. Oh fuck, that was something else.
The hand stopped moving, and he wailed in frustration – he had been so fucking close!
The biker's mouth moved to Liam's right nipple. Fingers were on the other one, and they worked them together.
Liam still couldn't understand it: his nipples – which until a couple of days ago had been about as useful to him as a third ear, were now a fount of erotic delight. He moaned and writhed in pleasure as the boy sucked, licked, squeezed, rolled, and bit them.
Mark went back to Liam's cock. For the next half-hour he teased it until Liam was cross-eyed under the hood. The boy had used fingers, lips, the tip of his tongue, what had felt like a feather, and other things – Liam had no idea what they were – but every one had been light, hardly touching. What he needed more than anything was a leather-gloved hand gripping it hard and milking it. Please…
This did not happen. The teasing continued until finally Liam felt his ankle restraints being released. The biker pulled Liam's legs up over his shoulders, and deftly removed the butt plug. Liam had a good idea what was coming.
He was not wrong. A few seconds later the biker's warm, lube-slippery cock pushed into him. As it reached full penetration, Liam groaned as he felt leather jeans against his balls and thighs. The boy was fucking him in them. Oh God YES!
Mark's gloved hand took his cock and just held it as his hips pumped in and out. Liam tried to fuck the hand but it moved with him, providing no friction. This was unbearably frustrating – and unbearably horny.
Then he felt the cock inside him stiffen even more. A the same time the biker's hand gripped firmly and milked, stroking it up and down over the ridge and the head.
Mark's timing was spot-on: both boys started to cum. Liam fought against the restraints, sucked the leather hood even more tightly across his face and thrust his hips as he came. And he could feel hot spunk pumping into him from the biker's pummelling cock.
*
Even though Liam had just cum, those leathers felt so fucking horny as Mark pushed his legs off his shoulders and collapsed on top of him. Liam could feel the boy's heart beating as fast as his own through the leather jacket.
Mark laughed. "Well." He had removed the restraints – though Liam would have been happy to have stayed in the hood for much, much longer. "You are difficult to keep up with."
"I know. And I don't know why. This is not me."
Mark was holding a wrist cuff in one hand. He frowned and tilted his head. "Why? What do you mean?"
Liam gently removed the ring, and told him about it. "I got it from the second-hand market. It's called the Celestian Interester."
The boy took it and inspected it closely, frowning. "I don't believe it. Nothing could have that much effect. You say you weren't interested in either guys or leather before you got that?"
"Not in the slightest."
Mark turned it around in his hand. "That is weird, man."
"It certainly is."
"Can I try it on?"
Liam shrugged. "Yeah. Sure."
Unlike Liam, the boy was clearly used to cock-rings; he got it on easily.
Mark felt his balls, played with his cock, then looked at Liam. "Feels OK, but no effect."
Liam took it and put it back on. Immediately, his eyes dilated. He pulled the boy to him, kissed him hard, and licked his leather jacket.
Mark shook his head. "Well, it works, whatever it is. But I don't see how."
"Tell me about it. When I've got it on I am so horny you would not believe. And interested in things that I'm not usually interested in at all. Like leather. Bondage. Boys. Bikers – well you, anyway."
Mark shook his head. "Well, keep it on when you come round here."
Liam smiled. "You're inviting me back again?"
"Oh yes. There are things I want to do to you. You have no idea."
"Good, because I want to get to know those leathers – and those muscles – a lot better."
He pushed the boy down and slid his naked body against the black leather.
Pretty soon he'd cum again.
Visits to the biker's flat became a regular feature in Liam's life, and he looked forward to them more than anything. As the weeks passed the restraints got tighter and more severe, and Mark found that he could act out his wildest fantasies on Liam's helpless but very willing body.
As for Liam, he'd known practically nothing about BDSM, but he gradually learned from what Mark did to him, what could be done. Although his own fantasies had not been as wild as Mark's, they rapidly became so.
For over a month, a very good time was had by all.
Then, one day, as he was getting ready to go to Mark's, the Celestian Interester refused to stay on. Liam pushed it and turned it, but it fell off at the slightest movement. Even if he held it in place he felt no change in himself – no sudden increase in horniness or in his hunger for shiny black leather. To be fair, both of those had become stronger lately anyway, and of late he'd felt less and less immediate change in himself when he'd put it on, but now there was nothing at all.
Oh fuck, he thought. There was no battery, so that couldn't have run down. He looked at he clock – it was time he left. With a sinking feeling, he put the ring into his pocket and set off to Mark's.
The moment the door opened, however, it struck him anew – as it had done every time he'd seen the boy – how gob-smackingly gorgeous he was. Perhaps all was not lost.
As the newly-acquired, tight, thick black leather punishment hood was strapped on, and the restraints clicked into place, his cock was rock-hard. When the biker lay down on top of him in those sexy black leathers, he groaned every bit as much as usual with pure, animal lust.
Nothing had changed.
*
After a particularly frantic session, when they had both had intense orgasms, and the restrains had been removed, Liam held the biker close and stared into his blue eyes. They kissed for a while, and then he told Mark that the Celestian Interester had stopped functioning.
Mark looked at him for a long time in silence. Then he smiled. "Maybe it's never worked at all," he said.
Liam thought about that. Perhaps he was right.
Then he lowered his head and set to work on the biker boy's leather bulge.