Poker Night at Kink: Jun. 2024 FOTM
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Leather daddies and their kinky boi's take the leather off to drink and play poker, only they are betting with their size!
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Poker Night at Kink
June 2024 Flavor of the Month: Six Pac
Sneak Peek
It was that time of year again when the dark came into the light. When leather and straps, boots and harnesses, whips and chains came from the basements and dungeons shone in the summer sun. Polished and shiny, or raked and frayed, all manner of synthetic or natural was proudly on display. From the co-workers who needed to hide their face behind aviators and leather caps, to the shameless public fuckers who love giving the voyeurs their kicks, Pride was in full bloom. Or more accurately, Kink was in full swing.
Sure, there was a street roped off for the rainbow beads and ribbons, but only one street over tents and pavilions were filled with leather, hoods, and chains, all clinking and straining with that freshly broken in smell. Venders with crazy hair, or no hair and covered in tats, were selling their crafted leather to masters to give to their leather pups on leashes. A fire hydrant had been busted off to the side to gush water into the street to let the poor bois drink and keep their paws cool against the asphalt. Raging music blared from a square where a live band was performing in full gear, their lead singer a massive daddy badger with his dick flopping between his legs with a duo of backup singer pups leashed to his cock ring accenting their master’s howls and moans into the mic.
Condoms of various sizes and colors were passed out frequently and discarded just as fast, fucking, sucking, and peacocking were all part of the fun. The only article of clothing required were wristbands proving the attendee was of age, and what they openly consented to, if anything. Plenty of red bands just proved you could be about drinking and fucking, much of the ask first type of crowed, but just as many green bands were about to be bottoms, and plenty more purple signifying “Free Use.”
One such purple band was around the neck of a pup, the man on all fours with scales of gray and green over his powerful muscles. He wore a leather gimp hood that hid his face, but left his maw open for his long, forked tongue to flick out, the eye holes zipped shut. He wore leather kneepads and pup pads for his feet and hands to prevent the pavement from harming him. His long, powerful tale slinking out behind him attached to a back that was tanned by the sun, his scales dark and rippling over rows of muscle, his chest just as defined, but caged in a harness with a leash hooking onto it’s back.
He was a komodo dragon, though hard to tell when his face was covered up. He was thick, powerful and strong. He had a muscled gut and powerful pecs that he loved to press against the ground, but currently the lizard’s maw was wrapped around the shaft of a twink leopard who was cracking his claws against the brick wall. The leopard’s toes were fanned, his only article of clothing a leather thong that hung from his ankle as that komodo dragon slurped on his massive dong.
“Oh fuck yeah,” the leopard moaned. “Good boy, good Fucking boy…” The leopard was young, barely old enough to legally drink in the states, and his eyes were rolling into the back of his skull. Though, when he said that, the drake stopped sucking.
“Fuck…what? Did I do something wrong?”
“Just improper manners,” the man holding the drake’s leash rumbled in a thick Creole accent. The leopard followed the leash to the lizard’s owner. A croc, skin white and eyes blood red was clad in leather. The drake had a leather cap, leather coat, and assless chaps with a prestigious cod piece. He was leaning against a lamppost that was currently unlit, the afternoon light still too much to let the lamps flicker on. The croc’s boots scraped against the pavement as he adjusted the weight from one foot to the other as he gave a sly smirk. He had to be just under seven feet of bulk, making the large lizard on the ground look small in comparison.
“You’re supposed to thank me for letting you use my property,” the croc chuckled. “The boi is a stickler for rules, and so am I.”
“Oh fuck, sorry dude, I mean Sir,” the leopard smiled nervously. “I…you raised your boi right, oh fuck, he’s…ahhohhhhh!” The leopard lost his voice as the lizard started sucking again.
“Fast learner,” the croc smirked. “You looking to get leashed boy? My pup here could use a playmate, and I don’t mind breaking in fresh meat.”
“Oh Fuuuuck!” The leopard moaned, his voice cracking as his balls bounced and that lizard gulped down that fresh, sweet nut.
“We’ll see you here tomorrow right? For the parade?” The croc asked as though this were just any other day for the kinky two.
“I’ll be here,” the leopard gasped. “I’ll…find you uh…Sir?”
“The name is Claude, the boi’s name is Bayu,” Claude rumbled lustfully as he gave a gentle tug on that leash, the lizard popped off that cock, his tongue lulling over his lips, thick wads of cum in his muzzle before he gulped it down, showing the leopard he had swallowed the lot of his kittens into his hungry pup gullet. “Thanks for feeding him, he’s a hungry boi.”
“Holy shit,” the leopard blushed as his cock throbbed a drop of his seed oozing out of his cock and smacking the floor. The lizard flicked his tongue out and gave a low, lusty hiss and followed his senses to that droplet and licked it off the pavement along with any grit it picked up.
“Good boi,” the cock praised his pup. “A bit of dirt ain’t hurt no body. Puts hairs on your chest. We got to be off,” the croc chuckled. “Got a party of our own to go to.”
“Oh fuck, can I come?” The leopard asked.
“Sorry boy,” the croc pulled some sunglasses from his coat, the lenses red as he flicked them open and put them on. “It’s invite only, but I’m sure I’ll find you later. The pup likes the way you taste.”
With that the croc started walking, the lizard crawling on all fours behind him and keeping close, unable to see and keeping pace with his master.
“You like that boy a lot, don’t ya Bayu?” Claude murred.
The lizard simply hissed lustfully, licking his chops as he followed the croc closely.
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