We travelled in a taxi together to the ball. I wore a long coat so as to appear somewhat normal in front of the driver. As soon as we arrived at the hotel, I checked this in, and we headed together into the impressive ballroom, Heather and Lucy hanging from each of my arms as we walked through the large double doors and down the stairs to the main floor below.

The dress code specified that outfits should be leather, it was a Leather Ball after all, but it didn’t specify how much anyone had to wear. Although my outfit wasn’t exactly conservative in its design, it certainly wasn’t the most revealing of those on display. There were some men walking around in as little as a leather jockstrap, while some of the women were in barely more than what can only be described as leather bikinis.

To the side was an open bar where we each grabbed some drinks and then made our way around the room to explore the entertainment that had been setup for everyone to enjoy. I thought I’d seen it all in this job, but even this was something new to me. There were people restrained to benches with leather straps being fucked openly; there were x shaped crosses with people attached to each of the four pieces while being spanked with leather whips and paddles; and there were a series of stalls with people selling all sorts of leather and bdsm pieces.

My eyes were drawn to a 6’3 god who seemed to be built like a tree. I’d never been ashamed of my body, I knew I looked good and I was pleased with the muscles I had, but this guy looked like he could wipe the floor with anyone in a bodybuilders competition. He was at one of the crosses whipping the bare ass of one of the guys in a leather jockstrap. His biceps rippled with each swing he made of the whip. He caught me staring and smirked in my direction, his eyes telling me he wanted me to be next.

I’d forgotten for a moment I wasn’t alone until Lucy touched my arm and said, “I think you’re in there,” a look of mischief behind her eyes.

“It’s too bad for him that I’m your date for the night then,” I smiled half-heartedly.

This time, Heather spoke, “You’re here to show off my designs: what better way than to show them in action,” her eyebrow raised as if daring me to say no to her.

I let out a sigh, “Fine,” and start walking over towards the stud who was just finishing his session with the jock-clad sub. Heather called out to me, as I walked, “Don’t forget to slip him my card!” I looked back to give her a thumbs up as I continued to walk, but then found myself crashing into a solid mass. I turned my head, hoping I was wrong, but no, of course it was Him I collided with.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” I say , trying to play it cool.

He laughed, a deep but small belly laugh, “No problem, I’m Max,” he introduced himself holding out his hand for me to shake.

“David,” I reply , at a loss for words at being so close to this mountain of muscles. Max was very openly looking me up and down before he practically growled, “Hot!”

“Thanks,” I blush, “It’s one of a kind, like me,” I add, trying my best to flirt. Despite sex literally being 95% of my job, when it came to being smooth in ‘real life’, I really had no game at all.

He steps forward so our bodies are barely an inch apart and squeezing my ass whispers in my ear, “ Nice . See that cross over there,” nodding his head in the direction of the x-shaped frame I’d noticed when we walked in.

“Uh, huh,” was all I was able to reply now that I could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Still speaking so only I could hear, “I’m going to tie you to that and fuck you right here where everyone can see and hear how much you are enjoying it.”

I groaned .

“Would you like that, David?” he asked, causing me to whimper.

“Words David,” dipping his tongue into my ear as if he was trying to drain every last thought out of my body.

It took a few gulps of air for me to breathlessly reply, “Yes.” I could barely hear myself, but Max must have, as he was now guiding me forward to the cross.

Pressing his body up against me from behind as he tied my hands first to the two restraints at the top. Before he slid down my body to my ankles, forcing my legs apart to attach them to the straps on the lower part of the equipment.

Moving back up my body, making sure some part of us was always in constant contact, he took hold of the zip on the back of my shorts but before pulling it down he breathed into my ear again, “Comfortable?”

“Yes…please,” I pleaded with him. Without another word I felt the zip of my leather shorts being slid down to expose my ass. A soft breeze in the room grazing across my cheeks through the open slit. The restraints stopped me from seeing what Max was doing behind me, but there was no doubt that I could feel what he was doing.

The familiar cold sensation of fresh lube was being lightly brushed around my hole before the welcome intrusion of one of Max’s huge fingers. He went slow, maybe slower than I really needed, but it was deliberate and targeted, intentionally avoiding putting too much pressure on the button inside me. I’m sure it was forever before he was pressing a second of his sausage sized digits in to join his first and it felt like I was being taken apart from the inside.

While his fingers were stretching me from behind, his other hand came round to stroke the front of my shorts where my cock was hard and straining against the leather and the cold metal of the zip that was holding it inside. But he didn’t free me, no instead he chuckled as he just teased me from outside the pouch. It was torture, but it was delicious torture.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please, what? David.”

“Fuck me, please, fuck me,” the power of speech now a real struggle as all the blood in my body had pooled into my erection.

He chuckled again as I felt his fingers slide out of me, leaving me whimpering from the empty feeling. But I wasn’t empty for long, as he slowly pushed his cock into me and I’m sure it had to be the biggest I’d ever taken. It hurt, it really hurt, but I knew I needed to breathe through the pain and press out to help ease his passage into me.

Once he was fully seated inside me, he was pressing his tongue in my ear again. I think if it wasn’t for the restraints and his body against mine, I would have collapsed to the floor from the sensations coursing through me. He must have felt me relax against him because he started to pull out, slowly at first, but it wasn’t long before his pace was increasing.

Pounding me into the cross, he took hold of my hair and pulled my head back to meet his. The pain felt so good, and when his lips found mine the rest of the world seemed to disappear. Harder and harder he went, I was certain I would be sore in the morning. When his cock found the sweet spot inside me, he was relentlessly using it like a goal, hitting it with each thrust.

Still confined in the leather shorts, I felt my orgasm building. Powerless to stop it, my ass clenched as I filled them with cum, moaning through my orgasm. That’s all it took for Max to thrust inside me as hard as could, growling in my ear as he unleashed his load inside the condom deep in my ass. Collapsing on top of me when he was finally spent, I finally became aware of the crowd that had gathered around us who were whooping and cheering.

Gently pulling out of me, he tied up the condom and placed it down beside us so he could release my restraints. First untying my wrists, which were a little sore from where I’d pulled on them. He then undid the straps binding my ankles to the frame before pulling me into his strong arms.

My legs started to give way from the assault of being fucked, and he guided us both with ease down into a chair with me sat on his lap. Whispering soothing words that only I could hear as he held me tight while I came back down from our intense scene.

Talking as I was recovering, I found out Max was also into rugby and was part of a local amateur rugby club that wasn’t too far from where I lived. We exchanged numbers so he could send me the club’s details, and when I felt human again, he helped me off his lap so that I could find Heather & Lucy.

I didn’t have far to go, they’d been watching the whole thing, Heather telling me that Lucy had been one of the loudest ones cheering me on. Lucy also teased me, “I guess the shorts are ruined now then,” causing me to blush and look down at the front of the shorts. Thankfully there was no sign from the outside of what I’d just done, but I could certainly feel the cum starting to dry on between me and the shorts.

Giggling, “Let’s call it a night, you look exhausted,” Heather said to me with a genuine smile.

“Thanks, it’s certainly been, different,” I smiled back as we went to collect our coats.