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to the room stayed open. Three men in black leather chaps and vests sat
waiting on the bed. Next to them a large suitcase lay open, displaying
leather restraints, chains, and whips. A large can of Crisco sat on the floor.
Votive candles burned on the window sill. In that flickering light, clad in
leather, the men looked exactly like Arnett’s silhouette murals.
Near his locker, Ryan snorted a hit of MDA and sat listening to the
music, smoking a joint, until the first rush hit him. He tucked his poppers
into his jeans and slowly cruised each floor until he reached the top.
He did not know what he was looking for.
He did not know that the men in the room at the top of the stairs
were looking for him.
He was feeling his drug cocktail. He reached the top of the stairs. The
hallway of the ancient hotel looked a mile long. He leaned against the wall
almost opposite the open door.
One of the men stood in the doorway. His big cock hung greasy with
Crisco. He had rings through both nipples. He smiled and motioned to
Ryan. “C’mere,” he said.
Curious, and turned on, Ryan walked to the man in the door.
“These are my buddies,” the man said.
One of the two other men wore a leather codpiece and black leather
bands around both his biceps. The third was tattooed and wore a jockstrap
and leather gloves.
“We’ve got something you’d like,” the man said, “and you’ve got
something we’d like.”
Ryan looked at the men, none of whom he’d kick out of bed. Then he
looked up and down the busy hallway. “Why me?” he asked.
“Why not you?” the man said.
The man in the codpiece came to the door. “Besides,” he said. He
reached for both Ryan’s arms. “Tonight’s your night. Tony said so.”
Their hands on his body felt good. He walked into their room. They
closed the door. The three of them paced around his body touching him,
putting a gloved finger into his mouth, groping his dick through his jeans,
twisting his tits. Slowly, easily they laid him back on the bed and pulled
off his boots and 50l’s. They dressed him in black-leather chaps with the
crotch cut out. Black leather framed his naked cock, balls, and butt. His
cheeks stood out, round and full, molded by the tight leather. They pulled
his boots on and zipped the chaps down tight. They cinched heavy leather
restraints around first one booted ankle and then the other. They tight-
ened thick padded leather restraints around both his wrists. He stood in
the middle of the room. His cock saluted at full attention. He wanted

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