Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories
he replied, lowering his voice.
"Okay," I said. "Let me just close up the shop, and we can take a look."
I locked the door, flipped the sign to "Closed," and turned back to him, my heart pounding with anticipation.
He walked over to the counter, pulled a package from his bag, and opened it. Inside was a black leather jockstrap. It had a large pouch to accommodate his cock and balls, with the outside made of rough, polished leather and the inside lined with soft suede. The belt featured steel studs and a sturdy steel buckle that fastened in the back, while braided leather straps curved under to cradle what I could only imagine were perfect buttocks.