Lou at the 1997 Mr. Northeast PA Leather Contest
The 1997 Mr. Northeast PA Leather Contest was held on Friday and Saturday, October 17
and 18, 1997, at the Silhouette
Lounge in downtown Scranton, PA. Sponsored by the NE Pa. Leathermen, the competition was divided
into several segments. On the first evening, the contestants were individually
interviewed by the judges, receiving points for both their interview responses and the
judges' assessment of their social interactions.
The second evening was the big pub(l)ic
show, with six categories in which the competitors were scored. First up was
"Bar/Cruise Wear," which was combined with a "Personal Introduction"
by each contestant. Lou looked quite dapper in his white mesh athletic t-shirt,
leather vest, leather lace-up shorts, floppy socks, black leather ankle-high boots, topped
off with a jaunty leather baseball cap and way-cool shades. Opting for an
"off-the-cuff" approach -- mostly because he completely forgot what he was going
to say -- Lou introduced himself to the crowd in much the same way he's introduced here on
my site.
After the contestants did their introductory routines and following a short break, the
next segment was the "Jockstrap" competition, in conjunction with the reading by
the emcee of each contestant's "Written Fantasy." Each competitor was
scored both by appearance and the content and quality of their submitted fantasies.
Here's Lou's entry for the "Written Fantasy" segment, illustrated by shots of
Lou strutting his stuff while his work was being read aloud:
"I quickly found the address that
I had received and sat outside in my car getting ready to meet my new master, feeling both
thrilled and terrified. The agreed upon time finally came and as discussed, his door was
unlocked and the room darkened. I went in, closing the door behind me and getting just a
fleeting glance of him in his leathers before he walked around behind me.
"'Strip!' he ordered, and as I shed my clothes, I could feel his presence as his
eyes played up and down my body until I stood there naked before him. He reached around
from behind and placed a blindfold over my eyes. After a pause, a few heartbeats, he grabs
my hands and pulls them behind me, handcuffing them together.
"He places his strong hands firmly on my shoulders and says, 'Start walking boy!'
He guides me through the halls and down a flight of stairs. I can tell from the cold hard
floor on my bare feet that I've been lead into his playroom.
"He leaves me standing there a total void as he goes off for a few minutes, with
no sound other than my own breathing to fill the emptiness. Suddenly, I hear the creak of
his leather, and I startle, trying to figure out what he has in store for me.
"'Nice chest, boy,' he says as he starts roughly handling my nipples. He pinches
and pulls on them, going from left to right, and then attaches a clamp to each, slowly
tightening them until I have to gasp at the pain. He gives the chain between them a good,
strong tug and then pushes me down onto my knees.
"I open my mouth with anticipation
in hopes of servicing him, but he only chuckles and says 'You're eager, boy!' He runs his
leather-gloved hand over my lips and teases me thrusting one of his fingers in and out of
my mouth.
"'Maybe too eager,' he says as he pulls away, leaving me wanting so much more. He
attaches my cuffs to something over me and barks an order to get up. As I rise, I feel the
pull of the rope over my head, bringing me to stand practically on my toes. He attaches a
set of leather cuffs around my ankles and places a spreader on them. I hang there at his
mercy, knowing he is watching and deciding what to do next.
I hear him go behind me then, and from the rear, he starts running his fingernails up
and down my sides, going slower ... then faster ... then feathering his fingers,
alternating his touch with the occasional tug on the titclamps or the feel of his fist
wrapped around my balls pulling, and squeezing. I squirm under his touch, and I think he
enjoys it ... the more I writhe, the more insistent he gets.
"His hands slowly work their way
from my sides down to my ass. He kneads it, squeezing my cheeks, making me gasp when he
lightly runs a finger up my crack. He then removes my tit clamps and pinches my sensitized
nips between his fingernails until I can't take any more and let out a an anguished moan.
He steps away again, leaving me hanging there to reflect on the pain he has given me.
"'Think its time to warm up that ass of yours, boy!' he says and then
"WHACK!
"Hard on my ass a leather paddle comes down. I groan loudly, the sound echoing
through the playroom. Again - whack! And again - whack! Hard, powerful strikes that
resonate through my whole body. They keep coming, one after the other, with no time
between to even catch my breath. He spanks me again and again, never hitting the same spot
twice. I try to keep count, but I can't: the pain and pleasure have blurred my senses.
"He stops as suddenly as he started. '*Now* you've got a nice hot ass!' he says
approvingly.
"Quickly, he lowers my arms from their raised position and pulls me to a table.
Face-down I go as he spreads my arms and locks them into place. He starts kneading my
now-tender ass again, and I feel a finger dart into my hole every now and then. First one
... then two ... then three ... and finally I'm greased and ready for his satisfaction. I
feel him press up against me, his thick cock rubbing up and down the crack of my ass - and
without warning, he slams his long, hard cock all the way up my ass.
"He pulls nearly all the way out
till just the tip is still inside me, then slowly fills me back up again. Hard and fast,
never slowing his pace ... only increasing his speed and forcefulness, rabbit-fucking me
with his thick pole.
"I feel him shudder as he blows a monster load into the rubber shielding his
piece. He keeps thrusting, two, three, four, five times, filling that scumbag to the brim.
I can feel its heat in my ass and I lay there feeling full.
"He removes my blindfold, blinding me, and releases me from my bondage, except for
a chain he puts around my neck and locks in place. He grabs my arm and leads me to the
cage I'm to occupy for the night, locking me in.
"'We'll continue your training when my friends get here tomorrow,' he says, as he
turns off the light and leaves me alone to think, in the dark, with no sound to be heard
but his muffled footfalls as he goes."
After that, there wasn't a dry fly in the house!
The final segment of the competition
was the "Formal Wear" portion, combined with the "Response to
Question," in which the contestant randomly chose a sealed envelope in which the
judges had previously secreted some very difficult questions. Lou happened to draw
the query, "What will you do about AIDS?" and answered it with great aplomb, all
things considered.
Despite the name, the "Formal Wear" competition did not involve
tuxedos and ruffled shirts, though I am reliably informed that those with several hundred
dollars burning a hole in their pocket can indeed purchase a leather tuxedo. Rather,
"Formal Wear" in this context roughly equates to what you'd wear when you
"dress to impress" in a leather-oriented milieu.
Lou's outfit for this segment consisted
of ankle-high black leather boots (with black socks beneath), a gorgeous pair of black
leather pants that showed all his assets to great advantage, the ubiquitous black shirt,
complete with a metal chain-mail tie, a butter-soft black leather jacket and black gloves,
topped off with a black leather biker's cap and neatly accessorized with a - can you guess
the color? - black riding crop. Definitely cutting an imposing figure, no one would
ever guess that his favorite fictional character is Winnie the Pooh. :)
When the rest of the contestants had completed their gyrations, a lengthy break was
taken while the scores from the three judges in each of the six competition segments were
added up. Back in the dressing room, all of the contestants congratulated each other
and wished each other luck ... and then it was out once more onto the stage for the
announcement of the winner.
Despite my "stage mother" hopes, Lou didn't win, but he did
come in as 2nd Runner-Up -- which is quite a good showing for his first contest -- winning
a handsome certificate and a gift certificate to a sponsoring leather goods store.
He had a fun time competing, and believe me, it takes a lot of balls to get up on stage in
nothing but a jockstrap in a bar in the Poconos in mid-October!
Congratulations, Lou!
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