The Prize | THE BOY LANE | Chapter 3

My first trip to a leather bar was an eye opening experience. The men there were nothing like I had ever seen. Nothing like the young guys I had been hanging out with. Most of them thought the idea of doing anything with a man over 30 was disgusting. I guess I kind of did, too. The truth was, though, that I didn’t really know any gay men over 30, at least not the strong, confident, sexually powerful men that I saw there at the bar.

It turned me on. Really, really turned me on. After my first experience with one of those men, being taken in hand, controlled and used as his sex toy, I wanted more. I wanted to be one of the boys, led through the bar on a leash like a thoroughbred horse, admired, lusted after, owned, treasured, both a precious possession, and a mere object of pleasure.

Unfortunately, the further I got into that world, the more I learned that a lot of it was fake, just role play, just a false front that men put on in order to play the game at the bar on Saturday night. Don’t get me wrong, there were serious dominant masters, and there were real slaves, owned, and submissive. They weren’t in the majority, though, and they kept to themselves. Just when I was thinking I would never become one of them, even questioning whether they thought I was worthy, I got my “big break,” as actors say.

I was hanging out one night when I saw a man that I didn’t remember seeing before. Even among the other masters he seemed somehow more dark, more intense. I wondered if I should trust him, if he was safe. I thought I should probably ignore him and focus on the well-known men who were in the community, but I couldn’t help myself. Every time I glanced over at him, he was staring at me, with eyes like lasers. And every time my cock got harder. Finally he strolled across the bar; slowly, confidently, with absolute self assurance, as if he were the master of the world itself.

He introduced himself, and revealed himself to be warm and friendly, but even then, even as he slowly earned my trust, he maintained that reserved part of himself. I was very aware that I was being manipulated, toyed with, judged, seduced. I knew exactly what was happening and I knew that he wanted me to know. He wanted me to let it happen, to willingly give in to him. On the outside I tried to remain cool and confident, while being respectful and hoping I was communicating my willingness to be submissive, but not desperate, certainly not naive or gullible. Inside I was trembling with desire, and a little bit of fear. I knew that I was on the edge of something. Something that I increasingly felt comfortable and even excited by, but something that might change me forever.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. My leather jock was damp and sticky with pre-cum and my balls ached. I didn’t want to seem too forward, but I hinted at the fact that I was willing to go home with him. He grinned, “Yeah, boy, you want me. You’ve wanted me since you first laid eyes on me. Your little boy prick hurts with desire. Your asshole is itching for a fuck.”

He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a card. A lot of leathermen carry cards, but my heart sank a little bit. If he was giving me his card, it meant he wanted to see me again, but it also meant he wouldn't take me home that night. Dammit! I wanted… I needed… to feel his hands encased in tight, soft, leather gloves stroking my skin. To feel his hard dick rape my ass.

He looked deep into my eyes with that burning steel hard gaze that made my knees weak, my breath catch, and my soul tremble. “I think you have what it takes to be a real slave. A fucktoy. A boy owned by a man; a real man who knows how to handle a boy like you. The question is, do you think you have what it takes? Do you want it? Want it bad enough to give up everything to have it?”

He put the card in my hands. I could feel the weight of it. Like him, it was not cheap or ordinary, it felt special. Important. When I looked down at it, I was disappointed to realize that his name was not on it. There was just an address. Then I realized that he had never actually told me what his name was. Before I could say anything, he said, “You already know what your answer is. I know what your answer is. But think about it, because you think you are supposed to think about it, and be there in two weeks. On time.”

That was me, like Alice, looking down the rabbit hole. He was right, I would jump. I would fall. I was standing outside that door five minutes early looking at my watch waiting to ring the bell at the exact moment. It was the first step in a surreal journey that led to me kneeling on an auction block, blinded by a spotlight while wealthy, powerful men bid on the right to own my body. I was terrified and exhilarated. I wondered what in the holy fuck I had gotten myself into, at the same time knowing that I wanted it even more than I could imagine wanting anything.

The bell chimed. The auction ended. My fate was sealed. Then a man stepped into the spotlight. The presenter turned to him, handed him a gold band with my name engraved inside of it, and said, “He’s yours.” My heart leapt! He was a complete stranger, I knew nothing about him. He was handsome, though. Not just handsome, a total stud! Just as important, he had the same mesmerizing, irresistible aura of power and confidence that I had seen in the man at the bar and I wanted him more than anything in my life.

Everything else passed in a blur. He undressed and fucked me, my mouth and my ass, there on the block while the crowd watched, and I didn’t care. He was my world. Then he took me home. He showed me around, took me to my room, told me to shower and to come to him in his room, on my knees. I did as I was told. This time he actually kissed me, but not as a lover. He tasted me, enjoyed me like sips of vintage bourbon, or puffs off of an expensive cigar.

He made me undress him. He made me suck him. He ate my ass like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Then he made me straddle his muscular powerful torso and impale myself on his impossibly fat cock. I could help but cry out in pain as he stretched me open, but my cock stayed hard with the ecstasy of giving myself to him. When he rolled me onto my back and mounted me to fuck me, I new that when he plowed his seed deep into my guts, my fate would be sealed but my life would be complete.