Bryan wants something rough

By Mister-X / Spartan

Bryan got out of the shower. He’d finished cleaning himself. He looked in the mirror, liking what he saw. His muscular body was lean. His daily exercises done, albeit after he’d gotten home from work, he decided he was ready. His cock stirred in anticipation.

Bryan went into the bedroom and started to get dressed in his skin-tight leathers. First he got his shirt. It took a lot of searching, but he’d finally found a place that sold leather clothes the way he wanted them. Most guys wanted leather clothes that were soft, pliable and comfortable. Not Bryan. He wanted them, hard, stiff and uncomfortable. His were. He also wanted them to be skin-tight. The guy didn’t have any that fit perfectly skin-tight on Bryan, so he’d had them made just right after having his body measured. Bryan had also spent hours polishing all his leathers to a high gloss.

After putting the hard, tight shirt on, sucking his stomach in, but without snapping the collar closed, he started putting on his leather pants. It was always a struggle to get them on. Normally they came with a satin lining, but he’d gotten these without the lining. That made it harder to get on, but had a better feel, hard leather against his skin instead of comfortable satin. Bryan didn’t wear underwear when he wore his leathers. He fit his cock down the left side. Even though his pants were stiff and hard, his cock made a bulge. So did his erect tits in the shirt.

After his pants were on, pulling the strings at the bottom to get them on tight against his skin on his lower legs as well, he started putting his boots on over the pants. These were ones that came up high on his calves. He spent time pulling the many strings through the holes, pulling them tight. After each boot was tied he tightened each of the strings before finally tying the knots.

Next was his tie. He had a wide cloth tie which he put on, cloth being a material that would keep the knot tightly in place after he formed the knot. Bryan hated to see someone wearing a tie that drooped down. It looked so wimpy.

After he had pulled the outside spread collar up to put the tie around it, he pulled the outside spread collar down. As hard as the shirt was, this wasn’t easy. The thought of how hard this shirt was caused his cock to stir some more. He made the knot in the tie, pulling it tight and reforming the knot several times before he was happy with it. The knot was tight enough that it was hard to pull the bottom end through it. That’s the way he liked his ties to be. He checked and found that the collar stays he had attached to the underside of each collar to keep them spread and not wrinkled still remained in place.

He pulled his inside collar up above his Adams’ apple, pulling the two sides close together to snap the collar closed. He had to lower his head down to get that done, since the collar was so tight. When he’d had the shirt made he made sure that it was made with extra strong snaps that would stay closed against strong pressure from his muscles. Finally getting the collar closed, Bryan relaxed his neck muscles and yanked the tie into his neck, pulling it back and forth while pulling down on the inside part, continuing to pull it as tight as he could get it. When this was done to his satisfaction, he raised his head up. He waited until his head stopped spinning from the tight collar and tie pushing hard into his neck. His face was getting red. When he swallowed, the action of that caused the collar to drop down to be on top of his Adam’s apple, pushing hard into it. It was where he wanted the collar to be, exerting maximum pressure, since the hard pressure excited him as it was punishing his body. His cock stirred some more.

Next was the hard vest he’d purchased. It was short, only going around his mid-section, with no arm holes. But as tight as it was, it would stay on. His shirt was already pushing tightly onto his stomach muscles, and his vest barely fit over the tight shirt. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast, so his stomach was able to be sucked in far enough to get the shirt and vest over it. In the past he’d learned that he couldn’t do that if he’d eaten, and if he forced it, he would suffer the consequences of improperly digested food. His stomach had been rumbling since lunchtime from the lack of food, but Bryan wanted to experience this night more than he wanted to satisfy his stomach.

Finally he put his heavy leather jacket on. Though short at the waist, it was thick and heavy. It was made from bull hide, one of those classic motorcycle jackets. He kept it unzipped to make the vital next item visible. He put his hinged cuffs on his belt on the sub side, putting the key to them in his pants pocket to join his driver’s license and door keys. He put on his leather gloves and Ray Ban reflective dark glasses, even though it was night. He was ready to walk the couple of blocks to the leather bar that he passed on his walk to work and back each day. He looked again in the mirror before leaving, admiring the sexy muscular hunk in those tight black leathers that looked back at him with those mysterious eyes and that serious frown. It was the perfect image he wanted to project. He thought it was a sight no self-respecting dom looking for a sub to treat rough could resist. His cock stirred some more.

Bryan was wanting something rough this weekend. He wanted to be beaten. He wanted to be tied or cuffed tightly, preferably with more severe cuffs, which was why he was taking his hinged cuffs instead of his normal ones. He wanted to be used and abused. It had been a stressful week at work at this new job. He’d been trying hard to be successful at this job, but this week had been a disaster. He’d made a mistake and his boss called him into his office to chew him out royally. Everyone could hear. Bryan tried his best to be perfect, and couldn’t take criticism.

In addition, several of his co-workers had been riding him when he was talking about a fictitious date he pretended to be planning this weekend with a woman. They were obviously gay, always wearing leather to work, though not filling them out very well, and thought Bryan was hetero, lean and muscular, dressed in his tight three-piece suits the way his father had taught him to dress. Bryan wanted to keep them thinking he was hetero, not wanting to have to fend off any of those wimps. His boss had complimented him on his appearance when he’d interviewed for the job, but these co-workers would ride him about it. Bryan figured they were jealous. But even so, it was still difficult for Bryan to take. He projected the image of a tough guy, but he dwelled constantly on any mistake, berating himself for not being perfect, for giving anyone cause to not like him. He thought he needed to be punished for any flaw. It was how he was raised, always beaten severely by his father when he’d made a mistake or offended someone.

Having something rough was how he got rid of his guilt. He’d had a few guys in the past who had been partners to him, but they weren’t rough enough for Bryan, not man enough in his eyes to punish him properly like his father would. After leaving home he’d never found someone who was rough enough for him. He was ready for something really rough this time. Plus he liked the thrill of the unknown. He hoped he would get lucky. He wanted to have some burly guy he’d never seen before take him and abuse him. He needed to find someone in this new city he’d moved to for this new job. He hoped these leathers he’d recently purchased here that he’d so painstakingly had made and treated to be just right would help him find that someone. Outwardly he looked the part of a cool tough leather guy, not the stressed out guy he’d become at the end of the work week.

He slowly sauntered into the bar and looked around, his leathers creaking, standing erect for a while taking in the atmosphere, letting the others see his lean muscular body in his skin-tight leathers with his cuffs positioned where he wanted them to send a message, before sitting down at the bar and ordering a beer. As he was getting comfortable on the stool Bryan felt his arms being yanked behind him with cuffs quickly put on his wrists. Bryan let out an involuntary gasp at the suddenness. When his mouth opened for the gasp a leather penis gag was quickly inserted and strapped, locked behind his head. It only took a few seconds. The quickness of it happening couldn’t have been done by one guy. There had to be two.

When the bartender had arrived with Bryan’s beer, one of them said in a deep voice “skip it. He’s changed his mind.” The bartender, used to seeing this, just took the beer back.

That guy said into Bryan’s ear “I hope you’re into rough stuff ‘cause you’re going to get it tonight”. Bryan’s cock was trying to get erect as he smiled and nodded his head up and down.

“We figured that. Let’s go.”

Before they could leave he heard that guy say to another guy “he’s already taken”.

A choke chain was put around Bryan’s neck above his collar and yanked up and back. Bryan was pulled off his bar stool by that. It was the type of chain that was used for dogs, and the force of pulling Bryan up by it caused it to tighten around Bryan’s neck. He started to choke. As he was coughing, trying to get his breath through his nose the chain was yanked around to the front and he was pulled out of the bar with it by one of the two leather-clad guys. It stayed just as tight. He had no choice but to follow them. He liked the looks of them and their quick, assertive actions. They were older than Bryan, and both sounded and appeared to be guys who could give him what he wanted, though neither fit the burly image he was hoping for.

They’d parked their car just in front of the bar. Bryan realized that to get that spot they had to have gotten there early. They must have been waiting for someone for several hours. They opened the back door of the sedan and threw Bryan into it. One of them followed and yanked the chain back around to the back of Bryan’s neck, pulled it behind and under the seat, and locked it to Bryan’s ankles. Bryan’s neck had gotten a burn from the forced movements of the chain. Plus the force of pulling the chain tight forced Bryan’s cuffed hands to push his butt up a few inches off the seat to avoid choking.

As they were doing this, one of the guys said “we’d scheduled for a guy to come by, but he obviously chickened out. We were pretty steamed about that and were ready to leave when you walked in. So you get to satisfy our anger at being stood up. You’re in for it.” Again, Bryan smiled on hearing that.

After they’d replaced his Ray Ban’s with a leather blindfold that had an elastic band, they pushed Bryan’s butt back down to put his seat belt on. This caused him to start to choke again and he had to force his head back as far as it would go. Bryan was looking up at the roof. Finally they drove off. Bryan’s cock couldn’t get erect in those tight leather pants, though not for lack of trying. Bryan couldn’t believe his luck. This rough treatment was just what he was hoping he’d get.

When the car finally stopped moving, Bryan was removed and taken through a couple of doors, pulled by that choke chain. There was another guy there that met the pair.

One of the guys bringing Bryan in said “did you get him?”

“Yes. He didn’t want to come, so I had to use force. He’s in the dungeon.”

“We got another guy as we were starting to leave the bar. He looks promising.”

The three guys started walking further into the building and came to another door that was locked. They opened it. The door was massive, seemingly made of steel. When it was opened there were sounds of someone sobbing. Bryan was pulled in by the three and the door was closed behind them.

When Bryan’s blindfold was removed, it took him a minute for his eyes to adjust to the light. The others were starting to inspect Bryan. He felt them thumping his hard vest and shirt. When Bryan’s eyes had adjusted, he started looking around. There was the usual dungeon gear. He finally spotted the guy who was making the sounds. He was naked. He was tightly cuffed at both wrists and ankles with a short chain connecting both sets of cuffs behind his back, putting him into a hogtie. His tits were clamped. He had on a metal collar which was apparently choking him because his face was red. There was another chain which connected his collar to his wrists, and his chest was pulled back by that. His cock was in chastity. His eyes were wide with fear.

One of the two that picked Bryan up at the bar went over to this guy. “You little shit. You were supposed to meet us at the bar three hours ago. You kept us waiting all that time. You knew that it was time for another session with us. We had made a copy of the key to your apartment while you were here last weekend just in case you pulled a stunt like this. You’re going to pay.” He struck him hard across the face with the back of his hand. The guy started sobbing louder.

The guy that picked Bryan up at the bar came back and took him by the choke chain over to another part of the room. He attached the choke chain to another chain that was hanging from the ceiling. It wasn’t tight, and Bryan found he could move a short distance from there, but no more. The guy removed the handcuffs and said “strip.”

Bryan rubbed his wrists and started taking his clothes off. One of the other guys was nearby, and as Bryan would remove something he would hand it to the guy. The guy was surprised at some of the clothes he was handed. The coat was heavier than he’d expected. The vest was hard. The boots were nothing unusual except for all the laces, but the pants were harder than normal, and the time it took to inch them off also was unusual, since they were without the usual satin lining. With that chain, Bryan had to balance on one foot while raising his other leg so he could reach down and undo lace after lace before taking off each boot, and then slowly inch his pants legs down. Last to be removed was the tight, hard shirt. It had left marks on Bryan. There was a comment about these. The fact that Bryan wasn’t wearing underwear also produced a comment. And his tight, hard muscled body produced a comment.

Freed of its leather prison, Bryan’s cock had leapt out hard and erect. One of the guys left the room on seeing this. He was soon back with some ice. “That will never do. You will now be punished when you erupt without our permission.”

Soon Bryan’s cock was deflated and in a prison. This one was different than Bryan had felt before. He was looking at it quizzically when the guy said “I hope you like your new addition. It’s called a ‘punisher’ chastity. It punishes your cock when it tries to get hard, plus keeping it in chastity so it can’t.” Bryan’s cock was starting to notice the spikes at the tip. He wasn’t sure he was going to like this. But he realized it was punishment and pain, something he was wanting to get this night.

After he was naked with his cock in its new prison, Bryan felt his choke chain being raised. He had to stand erect with his head up to avoid having trouble breathing. His hands were brought behind him and his own hinged cuffs were put on. He recognized the feel of these. They were more restrictive than the cuffs the pair had put on him. Whoever had put them on had made them tight, even starting to cut in a bit to his wrists. He heard the guy behind him who put them on say “nice cuffs”. He also put the blindfold back on so Bryan could no longer see what they were doing to him.

The chain was lowered again and Bryan was forced to bend over at the waist. He felt something metallic being put up his ass. It was lubed, so it started to go in fairly easily. Bryan had experimented with butt plugs before, but wasn’t a fan of them. He knew his cock had no trouble getting erect without any additional stimulation. But he also didn’t mind butt plugs. This one seemed to go in quite a distance. Finally he felt his butt close in on it. When his chain was raised again he was forced back erect. That’s when he noticed how far the butt plug had gone in. His cock was starting to react, and got punished.

Bryan was trying to get his mind around the pain he was having to deal with when he felt sharp pain from his tits. Clamps had been put on them. Further pain came to his brain after he heard and felt the sound of something dropped between them. He realized that there was a chain between the clamps and a weight had been dropped on the chain. He soon felt even more pain coming from his cock. His wrists were also starting to hurt from the tight cuffs. He had to concentrate to deal with all the pain. By doing so he was starting to get some relief from the stress that had built up.

Soon he felt a metal collar being put around his neck. It was closed, and then opened and removed. Bryan thought that strange. Then he felt another metal collar being put on. This one was much tighter. He heard it closed and a lock clicked shut. This one was flat out tight. It was as tight as his hard shirt collar had been, only it was higher, pushing into his neck both above and below his Adam’s apple, as well as pushing hard on his Adam’s apple. It was perfect. He wished he could talk so he could have thanked them. But it didn’t go all the way up to his chin. There was still room for that choke chain.

That’s when he got a surprise. There was a rope put around each of his wrists. A cuff was taken off one wrist. A guy held onto the other end of each rope, and one of the guys came around to the front to start pulling the rope up which was attached to the wrist. Slowly his wrist was brought up until it was behind his neck, bending his arm. This was also painful, though not as painful as it would have been if it had been done quickly. Then the other guy came around front and repeated the process on the other wrist. It took a few minutes, but Bryan’s wrists were finally positioned behind his neck. The cuff that had been removed was put back on his wrist, and Bryan also heard the click of a padlock. When the cuffs were tightened like before, Bryan tried moving his wrists, and found that they were not only locked together, but also locked to the back of his collar. If he tried lowering them he would start to choke. His shoulders and arms were starting to pain him a lot. Since there was no ring attached to his hinged cuffs, he figured the padlock used had to be one of those with a longer top.

“Your wrists will be kept like this for this weekend. We put guys into this predicament position when they first come here in order to help train them and evaluate them. Likewise the punisher and the tit clamps will be kept on, as well as the choke chain. We’ll leave you like this for the night while we deal with the other guy. This will be your first weekend here. Having visited here, you will now be returning every weekend for more visits. Judging by your reactions so far and by your clothes, you should enjoy your visits. Our mentor has been impressed by you.”

Bryan was thinking ‘I’ll be here the whole weekend? I was just planning to spend the night. And I’m expected to return every weekend from now on? Some weekends I have to work. I can’t come back every weekend.’ Then he thought about that last bit. ‘”Our mentor”, the guy had said. That means that these guys are being directed by one of them.’ Bryan wondered which one.

Just then his thoughts were interrupted by one of the guys talking. “We told you that you were to come back every weekend, but you didn’t. You disobeyed us. Now you’ll pay.”

“I d-d-don’t want anyth-thing this rough. I was hap-happy to do it once. B-but every w-weekend is t-too much.” He screamed after it sounded like he was hit.

“You don’t make those decisions. We do. And with your apartment key we’ll be able to enforce those decisions. Now we’ll have to start making more of your decisions for you during the week as well.”

“NO! You can’t!” Then more screams after the sound of hitting.

“You still don’t understand. You are now our slave. We asked you when we picked you up if you wanted to be treated rough, and you said you did. That’s what you’re getting from us. We now make your decisions for you.” The sounds of hitting and the screaming continued.

Bryan realized that he had the key to his place in his pants, as well as his identification which gave his home address. He had wanted something rough, and he now realized that he also had no choice but to return here every weekend for more of the same. And it sounded like these guys would now be making other decisions for his life as well. He wasn’t sure he was going to like that.

It took an hour more of this, but the other guy was finally calling these guys his masters, thanking them for each of the punishments that he was given. They were treating him like dirt, and he was having to thank them for it. They finished it off by thrusting their erect cocks into his mouth to be sucked and serviced after they would each beat him. After each was serviced, forcing him to take their cum down his throat before they removed their cocks, he would thank them. After all had finished, they locked the guy in a small cage, collared and cuffed at both ends as well as hog-chained and gagged. They left the room after turning the lights off.

Bryan was standing erect to spend the night, pulled up by his choke chain with his hands brought up painfully close to the back of his collar. He figured that a lot of what the doms had done to their slave was for his benefit. He also figured that he was being tested by being kept standing overnight in this painful position prior to receiving the rough treatment he was promised, but hadn’t yet received. He figured that this weekend was going to be a life changing experience for him, expecting these rough guys to now start running his life.

When they returned in the morning they were again dressed in leathers. Bryan had not let out a peep all night, internalizing his pain as he did everything. It was part of the tough guy image he projected, but if you looked at his eyes you would know that he was feeling the pain. They came up to Bryan and one of the guys said “we like your clothes. Do you wear those to work?”

Bryan shook his head back and forth as best he could, still standing erect looking straight ahead, his mind concentrating on dealing with the pain he was experiencing.

“You will now start doing that. We’ll remove your other clothes so you’ll have to. You’ll need to get more of those leathers so you’ll have spares. Where did you get them?”

Bryan tried to answer, but couldn’t with that gag in his mouth. The guy realized that and removed it. Bryan told him where he’d purchased them, that the guy who made them was the only one he’d ever found that would make his clothes as hard as he wanted them to be, but that he’d had to have them custom fitted to be skin-tight.

“Your spares will have to be that hard and tight as well. That extra hardness and tightness on a shirt next to the skin is a great feel, particularly tight and hard around your neck, your chest, your abs and especially over your erect nipples. The double thickness of the shirt and the vest keeping the stomach in is also a great feel.”

“That’s why I got them that way, sir.”

Going over to the other guy he took out his gag and asked “do you wear your leathers to work?”

“No, master.”

“You’ll have to start wearing them every day. But you’ll need to get them from the same place this other guy got his, since we’ll require you to have them as hard and tight as his are. And you’ll need to order spares. According to your checkbook you’ve got enough money to pay for them.”

“You looked at my, … Yes, master. Thank you, master.” The guy had started to complain, and caught himself.

Bryan realized that these guys could also get into his apartment while he was here this weekend, or even during the week while he was at work, and look at his bank balance as well. This was getting to be too much invasion of his privacy. And to take away his work clothes and to force him to wear his skin-tight, hard leathers to work? What would his fellow leather-clad work mates think of that? They would start to realize who Bryan really was, and start to hit on him. He’d gotten his fill of that at his last job.

Addressing the both of them, the guy said “we’re big time into the leather scene. We think everyone should always wear leather everywhere. We do, and we require our slaves too, as well.”

The three guys left after closing the door. Bryan shifted his feet, but kept his head and hands forced up, despite the pain. Bryan finally had a chance to talk to the other guy, since their gags had been left out, though with the blindfold, Bryan couldn’t see him. From the brief glimpse Bryan had gotten of him and from the sound of his voice, Bryan was pretty sure it was one of the wimps he worked with, one who didn’t wear leathers to work. He took a deep breath to make sure that words could come out his throat, that the tight chain wouldn’t have cut off his voice. “How did you find these guys?”

“At a leather bar. I’m a sub, I was horny, and I wanted some rough treatment last weekend, wanting someone to put me in bondage to use and abuse me, so I went there. They picked me up, cuffed me, and brought me here. I thought it was just what I wanted. I didn’t realize how sadistic these guys are, and how controlling they are. I’m sorry that you’ve gotten into this, too. You’ve only begun to experience their sadistic side, but you’ll find out this weekend. After last weekend I didn’t want to have any part of them again. I hadn’t realized that they’d made a copy of my apartment key. Now I’m going to have my life controlled by them, whether I like it or not.”

“It looks like I’ll be having it done, too. I wonder when they’re going to have us move in here with them.”

“You think that will happen? Oh, my God. I don’t think I could take that.”

“I’d be amazed if it doesn’t happen soon.”

The door opened and they came in again with breakfast for the pair. It was hot, having just been fixed. It smelt good. But first they had them piss into a jar. There was already piss in the jars. Pissing was painful for Bryan to do through that punisher that was on his cock that had been trying to get stiff from his normal morning woodie. When that had been finished, they started feeding the pair their breakfast. Bryan found the food to be good, but having to drink that piss was a turn off. He thought that stuff tasted gross.

After breakfast was over one of the guys took the dirty dishes to the kitchen. Another had brought soap, a bucket of water, and rags. This guy and the other proceeded to bathe the pair. When they were finished they got tooth brushes and paste and brushed their teeth. Bryan was thinking that it was strange for masters to be servicing their slaves. He didn’t think any of the three were acting like a mentor.

When they were finished, Bryan was feeling a lot better. That’s when the three entered the room and one of them announced “we talked it over among ourselves, and we’ve decided that you two will be moving in here with us. This room will be your new home. We’ll go gather your belongings today and bring them here.”

The three left, and, since their gags were out, Bryan said “told you”. The other guy just moaned.

Nothing much of anything was done to the pair for the next few hours. Finally the trio was back in the room. One of the guys said “we put your things in the store room next to the dungeon. When we think you need something we’ll bring it in here to you. We put the clothes you were wearing here with those as well, at least, the ones that we think you should be wearing. But now it’s time to get started welcoming you to our home.”

One of the guys went over to Bryan and one went over to the other guy. Suddenly Bryan felt his rear being whacked, apparently by a leather paddle. This kept up for a while. Bryan had to force himself to stand still, with that chain tightly around his neck. He could handle it at first, but it got increasingly severe. The other guy had been filling the room periodically with his screams. As the paddling got replaced by a cane, which stung, and finally by a whip, Bryan started also filling the room periodically with his yells. He realized those guys had left gags out so they could be entertained by the vocalizations. Bryan’s rear was a bright red color.

The trio stopped for a break to allow the pair to recuperate. They all left the room. Bryan had stopped yelling, and could hear the other guy sobbing again. Bryan was left standing erect, the choke chain having been lowered some so he was standing on his feet. His hands were still painfully attached to the back of his collar and he was still standing erect with his head held high. He figured his butt had to be a mass of welts. Soon they returned with some food to feed the pair. Neither of them had said anything while the trio was gone. Nor did the pair speak when the trio returned and were feeding them. Drink was more of that piss. It wasn’t as offensive this time to Bryan since he needed some liquid to soothe his throat after that intense beating. He had difficulty swallowing with that tight chain around his neck.

After one of the guys had left with the dirty dishes, another of the guys went up to the wimpy slave and said “we’ve got a room with some special devices we put guys in who have disobeyed us. It’s time for us to punish you properly for causing us to have to wait those three hours.” The slave started to protest, but a gag was strapped into his mouth, and he was led away.

After he was gone, a fourth person came into the room. Bryan had been unaware of his presence at that house. He came up to Bryan and said “this is my house. I make it available for some friends to have their fun training guys to be slaves. I’ve been directing them. You’re the first one who has been brought here that I like the looks of, reacting the way I want a slave to react. I will now be taking a personal interest in you. I will be beating you like you just were every morning before relieving my morning woodie in you after I’ve warmed up your ass. But starting with the next beating, after each, you will be required to count them off, saying one, thank you, master, then two, thank you, master, and so on. If you don’t, I will start over at the beginning until you count them all properly. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.” Bryan’s head was still spinning from everything he’d been put through and from the position he was in, and he could barely get the words out.

Whack. Bryan winced from having another paddling on his very sore butt. “One, thank you, master.”

“That was because I didn’t hear your response. Do you understand?”

Bryan took a deep breath and yelled as loud as he could “Yes, master!”

“Good. I’ll expect your responses to now be at that level. I assume you are now comfortable with being moved in here with me now making your decisions for you?”

“Yes, master!”

“Good. You will now always have that punisher on your cock when here or when at work, only removed when I will allow you to erupt. The butt plug will be removed when you have to shit every morning, then will be returned. You will now always have that on when at work, sitting on it at your desk. I know where you work. I also work there, and will be able to make sure that you are obeying my orders. I will be adding a thick chain around your neck, pulled tight, locking it and keeping the key. It’s one I bought years ago, waiting for the right slave to put it on, and you’ll be the first to wear it. It will make bulges through your shirt at the back of your collar, and if anyone asks you about it can proudly tell them that you are my personal slave. You are to report to my office at lunch time to be collared, cuffed and gagged for the lunch hour with a chain used to put you into a strangling hogtie during the lunch hour, connecting your collar and cuffs. When you are let out you are to respond ‘thank you, master’. Your muscular body should be able to handle this. If not, then you don’t deserve to be my slave.

I will be taking you to and from work. When being transported, you will always be kept cuffed and gagged in the car. I always ratchet the cuffs as tight as I can get them. I will enjoy seeing my slave suffer. We will be leaving early for work, aiming to arrive an hour before starting time, which is when all of us who bring our slaves to work get there, my friends bringing the ones they are training, others bringing the ones that have already been trained here and sold to them. The latter slaves are guys you work with. You will be kept in my office for that hour before starting work as you will be during lunch time. And after work is over, you will report to my office for another hour kept like that before we leave, always thanking me when you are let out. This will now be your new life while you are being trained. You are not to complain about that treatment, or make a sound while you are in those strangling hogties. After work I will bring you back to my house to be my slave for me to treat as I wish as I continue your training. Any thoughts?”

“I look forward to this! Thank you, master!”

That began Bryan’s new life. He actually was looking forward to it, though he still had concerns about the invasion of his privacy. But he figured if he was going to be a slave he had no privacy. He had wanted something rough, and liked what he’d gotten so far, bound and gagged to be beaten like his father used to do to him. It sounded like he was going to be getting more of the same. For the first time since he’d left home Bryan had gotten someone to treat him the way he wanted to be treated. He had been concerned about how he was going to be explaining those chain marks at the top of his neck to his co-workers, though he knew he didn’t have to explain to at least one of them, his fellow slave who had been here in this dungeon. But based on what the guy said, his other co-workers, the ones dressed in leather, had apparently already been through this experience and would understand what Bryan was going through, so he wouldn’t have to explain to them, either.

Bryan knew that his boss would accept the changes in his attire and his chain marks. His burly boss always dressed in a leather suit at work at that white collar job. Bryan recognized the voice of the guy who had told him he was in his house, the one who would be taking him to and from work, the one Bryan called his master, one he still hadn’t seen. He was Bryan’s boss at work. But Bryan also knew that he had to be careful not to make another work mistake like he did last week, because he knew the next time his boss wouldn’t just chew him out about it, but would severely punish him. Bryan also realized that there could be a work advantage by being his boss’ personal slave. He also wondered whether his boss went to that leather bar telling his friends who to pick up, having them get one of his employees to start training him for his life outside of work, as well as at work. Bryan wondered whether he had gotten that job because his boss thought he might be a potential slave that could be picked up and trained. He also realized that what his boss and the other bosses were doing in picking up employees and forcing them to be slaves was not legal, but he didn’t care. He wondered whether his co-workers felt as he did, that they wanted this. If so, he might now be able to get along better with his co-workers.

Bryan had wanted something rough when he went to that leather bar, and he sure got it. It would now be his normal life, or at least, while he was being trained. He was looking forward to being trained as his boss’ personal slave. Bryan had finally found someone man enough to treat him properly.

 

 

6 thoughts on “Bryan wants something rough”

  1. I read this statement on a tumblr site. I wish I knew the site name;

    “Relationships aren’t equal though many people like to pretend they are. If you accept asymmetry something good can grow.”

    Having read this, I found that many of us must understand this truth.

    Thanks for the story, I enjoyed reading it.

  2. I think this story is great the way he got what he wanted, I just wish the stoey would continue on what type of training the two slaves recieved.

  3. Ugh. No. Look, I know this is all meant to be fantasy but this story contains serious psychological problems. Abused by his father. Acknowledgment of criminal behaviour but it’s shrugged off. Acknowledgment of “invasion of privacy” but it’s shrugged off. And none of the stuff about the workplace makes any sense.

    1. I patterned Bryan after someone I know in real life. That they had that experience earlier on made them what they are as an adult, accepting of their treatment. I wouldn’t be able to accept it, but this person does.

  4. I like your stories where the Master and the sub find mutually pleasing ground like this one. i don’t like having a sub beaten into submission as a slave after what is basically a kidnapping.

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