I almost laughed when I bumped into him in the backroom of the club, there he was, sat by himself, smoking a cigarette, whistling a tune, with all bodies twisting and turning around him, ecstasy of every kind being played out. The smile disappeared from my face as he looked up and the deep red lights bouncing off every wall caught his gaze. His eyes were the darkest I had ever seen, dangerous and wide, he was a man who gave off bad feelings the moment he walked into a room. I wanted to be his, don't know how, but I knew we were here for a reason.

He matched my stare and held it before stubbing out his cigarette on his jeans, grinning at me and standing upright, his large bulky legs barely restrained in his tight jeans. I could see the stretch of material where his cock was already hanging for all to see. He wasn't exactly small, in any department. Before I could react his hand reached out and grabbed me by the throat, pulling me towards him, my legs dangling crazily in the air as I felt his breath on my face. He started to lick my face, the spit strong with the smell of smoke. "Get on your fucking knees until I tell you to move!" he growled at me. I felt weak with as he let go of my neck and I crashed to the floor. I gazed up at him and watched him slowly pull off his leather jacket, his chest strong, muscular and tattooed. "Don't fucking look at me until I tell you!" He leaned down to me and spit in my face, "Boy."

My cock started to uncurl inside my tight leather shorts as he spit on me again, pushing my head down onto his boots. I started to lick eagerly, the smell of worn leather and dried cum making me high and horny. Grabbing my hair, he lifted my head up slowly, "I didn't tell you to start licking them, did I, Boy?" I was getting into this now, "No, sorry."

"Sorry what?" He yelled, spitting on my head. "Sorry Sir!" I replied, as politely as I could. "Good Boy, go on, lick my boots clean you dirty little bastard."

I leant down and started to move my tongue over his boots, noticing the solid steel toe-caps and reinforced sides, I knew they would be heavy, and I would feel it if I done anything wrong. I closed my eyes and pictured his chest, rippling with muscle and dried sweat and licked at his boots, covering every spec of dirt, dust, cum and spit on it. I looked up at him for approval and found he has started to slump forward, his chin reaching down. He had fallen asleep! I stopped for a second and caught his features, a strong jaw, an average face and a broken nose - this guy was not going to be the type to mess with. I felt a sting across my face and a sharp burning as he opened his eyes. "Trick, you little fucker, now get your arse over here now! You disobeyed me, didn't you?" I looked at him, "Don't look at me, just answer, you know the fucking score."

"Yes I did, sorry Sir." I gulped and felt the sweat run down my spine as I stood before him. "Bend over here and learn some fucking manners." He pointed at the bench he was sat on. I bent over and closed my eyes. I felt his hands pull at my leather shorts before he threw them across the floor. The first slap stung as his large hands left a tingling and aching inside me for more. He stood in front of me and laughed. Pulling his zip down he laughed again and kneeled in front of my face, his cock a lick away from my tongue as I felt his belt slap against my sore arse, the audible crack made the room go quiet as people turned to watch us. I felt my cock stiffen as he whipped me with his belt again, "Will you obey me now?" He kept asking, over and over, his voice getting louder and louder as his cock got harder and harder. I started to whisper, "Yes, Sir."

I felt the belt again and again, now a stinging heat rising through my body, my own cock bouncing and hard below the bench. I watched as a hand pulled at his cock from behind him as he started to whack me harder, his cock stiffening as he thrust it in my mouth and shot his load. I tasted his cum, sweet and musky, as he yelled and strapped me once more. My arse now throbbed and stung, but my cock was as hard as it had ever been.

I watched him as he pulled his jeans up, leaned down to me and whispered, "I will see you here, this time next week. Be here, or TJ will come and get you. Boy." He kissed me deeply, licked my face and walked off.

As he disappeared and the crowd left I was already anticipating our next encounter.