By ty dehner

The single tail whip snapped as it struck my naked backside. This was the 18th strike as I was ordered to keep count when the last lock on the steel wrist restraining was put upon me and connected to the steel St. Andrews Cross that stood in the middle of 10th Street. I was stark naked held fast in steel wrist and ankle restrains locked to the steel cross. My cock has been in its heavy metal chastity belt for a week with a metal plug up my ass and a metal helmet on my head to scream into.

I’ve been on this cross for over an hour and Master Kevin has allowed various leather men to use their floggers, whips and crops on me to show me the power and control he has over his object. This is far different from last year when I was here in full leather. Then I could never had thought I would be owned by Master Kevin and be in his service. But here I am as the next strike really stings and I scream and try to break free of the steel, knowing that I can’t. I feel a leather glove on my back and it gently sooths my burning skin.

“Pig you know how many Facebook and Tumblr feeds you are going to appear in tonight! They don’t know that under that helmet you are sweating in that full leather hood and your mouth is stuffed with the inflatable gag. But they know you are suffering for me and I’m so close to pulling that plug out and fucking you right here on the street!”

He was right it was very hot this day and I was sweating in the leather hood with breathing labored in the metal helmet. I haven’t seen daylight since yesterday afternoon. But a breeze does come across my body and feels good on the sweat I worked up during all the strikes to my body.

“I’ve had 4 offers to use you this evening shithead, but turned them all down. You now you belong to me and you are an object for me to use. Not them. No, tonight you will be in pain with all the use you’ve gone through and I will enjoy watching you suffer, helpless as my object.”

With that he pats me on the back and someone starts on my legs with a heavy flogger. I scream through the gag and just hear some laughter.

Master Kevin showed up on my door step a day after I left him in San Francisco last year. He was a vision in his full leathers having ridden his motorcycle up the coast to me. I was speechless which he liked as he ordered me to remove all my clothes and I stood before him naked except for the plastic cock cage he locked me in before I left. He is before me in full leathers, heavy Wesco Boss boots and gloves. He comes to me and I smell the leather and coolness of it as he hugs me. He has me kneel before him as he sits on the sofa. I place my hands behind my back and look at him. In a whisper, he says “Woof” as I hear the sound of leathers as he gets settled on the sofa.

“I would like to crash here pig, you going to be ok with that?” he places his leathered finger on his lips and I know I am not to speak. I nod in the affirmative. He smiles.

“Stay where you are pig, I’m going to get my bag.”

As he stands he steps towards me and works his gloved hand around my face. Slowly he inserts a finger between my lips and soon I am sucking on it. I hear him gently say “yea” as his other hand slides around my back. I close my eyes as I suck on his glove. He soon pulls out and I am put back into place with a hard slap of his hand on my face. He grabs my neck and pushes me so that my face is on the floor, my hands still behind my back. He taps my ass three times and then I hear him walking away and out the front door.

I don’t dare move from this position he put me in. I imagine his bike in the driveway and what the neighbors might think of my leather clad biker guest.

Master returned with two medium sized side bags from his motorcycle setting them in the living room. He sat on the sofa and ordered me to lay on the floor between his boots looking up at him. He brings his boots closer together gently squeezing my head between them. He takes no action to remove any of his leathers.

“Pig I’m here to take you back with me to my home. In the next two weeks, you are going to follow my orders, take care of business and leave here to live your life as my object. Since this is your place I will treat you with respect during this time, but once you are on the back of my bike you are my property and will you forever remain that way. Tomorrow morning you are to go to your job and put in two weeks’ notice. You will also ask to work from home for those two weeks and return any equipment to them at that time.”

Master Kevin lifts his boots and places them abruptly on my chest knocking the wind out of me.

“Frankly pig, I am doing this as a courtesy for you to that you don’t burn any bridges. But I have seriously thought of just making you quit and to fuck with everyone else. I am going to own you and I really have no desire to keep anyone else happy.”

He digs his boot heels into my breasts and I moan as he does. But I know to keep my arms down to my sides as he enjoys making me feel the pain. He continues to use his boots to abuse me, at times stomping my chest or kicking around my cock and balls.

The evening goes on as he gets into his bags and puts the full padded leather hood on me, followed by heavy metal shackles, ankle shackles all connect to a very heavy thick iron collar. He is very silent as he drags me to the shower in my bathroom and pisses over me then drags me to a closet closing the door.

While very cramped I did find some sleep while in the closet. I wish I was in bed with Master Kevin but know that will be a rare time. I did imagine him sleeping in my bed in his leathers and adding his scent to my sheets.  The door opens and his gloved hands pull on my chains and I am brought to the center of my bedroom. Master removes the hood and all the chains. I am ordered to shower, shave and get ready for work. He doesn’t allow me any underwear and has me wear a latex catsuit under my work clothes. I am really surprised when he fixes me a good breakfast. I enjoyed eating with Sir in his full leathers and me in my work clothes. Soon it was time to leave for work and I headed out the door. For the first time, I saw this magnificent large Harley in my driveway. I got and in my truck and headed to work.

Work was surprised by my notice and things went smoothly when I asked to work from home until my last day. My boss said that since the pay period ended on a Wednesday I could finish up in less than two weeks. I know that Master Kevin will like that, but at the same time it means my life is really going to change a lot sooner than I ever expected. It does scare me to become owned property so quickly. I only have known Master Kevin for a long weekend. He is intense and I can’t even dream of what he will do with me once he has me full time. I had the safety net of work and friends that he couldn’t do anything major to me but once I am on the back of his Harley I truly will not have a say in anything that happens. But as I sit in my cubicle thinking of all this my cock is trying to break free of the plastic cage it is locked in. Am I truly born to be owned by a stronger more powerful Man? Master Kevin seems to think so and he is the only one laying claims upon me. At this point I am pretty sure he isn’t going to give me an out and this is going to happen. I look around the office and wonder what my fellow work mates would think of me knowing I am locked in a cock cage and wearing latex under my clothing. And that in a week I am going to live as an object to a powerful sometimes sadistic Man. Thankfully the phone rings and it brings me back to reality. It is Master Kevin. How did he get my work number? He quickly goes into a fantasy he as of me totally helpless in leather and after a week being used at a party he has thrown. Master Kevin must know this is making me horny as fuck when he just hangs up. I let out a large moan and a couple of people in the office look at me and I smile an embarrassed smile.

Once I was done with work the week progressed with me being hooded and kept in the closet at night in the iron shackles. In the morning, I could hit the bathroom and Master Kevin fed me a nice breakfast. I did my work in the closet without the hood so I would be available for meetings. He would bring me lunch so I could work my solid 8 hours. There was a bucket in the closet for me to use. It was weird he was already keeping me captive in my own home but without any of the leather or heavy bondage and use. The leathers I wore home on the airplane were in the closet and when it warmed up I could smell. At times, I would stare at them and think of our weekend which only caused me pain as I got hard in the cock cage. Once I was done with work I knocked on the door and he would put the full leather hood back on me. Later, dinner was served but he always blended mine so that I would have to drink it through a straw. Then I was ordered to bed and slept on the floor in the closet. And the day would start again. The times I did see him he was in his leathers, but not wearing his chaps or jacket. I would hear him during the day talking so I am pretty sure he was doing his work. At times, I heard the front door shut and him riding off on his bike.

When the weekend came I waited to get awaking and allowed to leave, but it never came. I became very hungry and the bucket was filling up and smelling up the closet. I couldn’t see because of the hood but I did knock on the door a few times but there was no answer. Now I was truly his object, locked in the closet. The world could’ve ended and I would never know. One time I tried to open the closet door but I discovered he had locked me in there.

Late Sunday night I heard the door open and Master Kevin stepped in

“Holy fucking shit, pig!” His boot rolled me on my back. Sitting on my chest he worked the hood off me and now I could smell what he did.

“First think, get into the room and dump the shit out of that bucket. Then meet me in the living room.”

With that he got up and left. I made my way in the iron shackles to the bathroom and noticed the counters were bare. There was one lone towel on the shower door. I dumped the bucket and relieved myself. There was my toothbrush but no toothpaste so I used it to clean my teeth. Then I headed to the living room. As I came into the Master bedroom where I normally slept it was totally empty, all my furniture was gone. Coming down the hallway the other bedroom and bathroom were also empty and in the living room was Master Kevin sitting on this motorcycle. Somehow, he had gotten it into the house. He spotted me at the end of the hall and pointed a me then his boots. I walked swiftly as the shackles made noise and I kneeled at his boots.

He reached out with his gloved hand and stroked my face that had a weeks’ worth of stubble on it. He was gently as he allows it to sink in that he has taken full control of my life and now I was living in an empty apartment.

“Surprised pig? This is become real, isn’t it?”

I knew not to speak so I nodded.

“Over the weekend I sold off all your possessions. Made some good money actually which I know you are happy that I put into the bank to take care of you. I’m going to have to sleep on the floor for a couple of nights, but I am willing to sacrifice for your being my property, pig. Though you will suffer later on for me having to do all this work.”

He slowly worked his leathered thumb into the mouth and I gently sucked on it.

“Now were going to have some fun tonight as I’ve worked hard all week to take care of things. In a moment, I want you to go get your leathers on, completely, bring me the hood.”

He tapped my face, standing and pulling the keys from his belt. He released all the steel shackles and placed them next to his bike. When he was done he sent me down the hall. When I got to the closet I noticed all my clothes were gone also, the only think were the leathers. I put on the pants, boots, chaps, shirt, and jacket. It felt to put them on again. I grabbed the hood and returned to him promptly. I kneeled and he smiled. He mentioned that he has missed his leather pig. He slid the hood over my head and put it on tighter than he had during the week. The shackles were returned to my wrists, ankles and neck. His glove hand gently lifted my chin and I knew I was to stand. He guided me forward a bit and bent me over his motorcycle. There he secured the shackles to that I would not be able to move and I was even choking a bit as he pulled the iron color very snugly.

“pig in a little while you are going to go through something intense. But I have a goal for you. What you are going to be asked is your password to your financial accounts.”

This shocked me a bit and I struggled against the iron and chains. Master laughed.

“You know by now that I am very through in my bondage of you pig. You can relax that there will be no sex, yet with you. I am very randy and need your ass. But my goal is to get your personal information. That is all I care about.”

Then I heard the sound of another Harleys getting closer. Master was silent as it got closer and soon they were in the driveway. I listened very carefully in the hood as I usually heard my breathing most but there was no sign of Master. The sound of boots entering and then I could feel the stare of them on my chained leather encased body on my Master’s bike.

“So, pig this is how this is going to work. This guy is here to break you. He has come to get your financial passwords so that you can turn your life over to me totally. After all I will need to be able to take care of you properly. But you need to know that I want you to not share that info with him. You hear me boy?”

Master grabs my head and lift it up choking me more.

“You are not to give him any information. Not one thing. You will only tell me the information, you understand pig?”

He lifts my head even more then releases it.

“Now if you should release the info you better be sure it is me when you do. I have promised the one that breaks you will own you. If you fuck up pig, then you will really fuck up for you won’t be my property you will be his. I will be pissed but it will be good to know that you aren’t as good of pig as you’ve led me to believe. I will happily let him take you. And he will take you tonight pig.”

There is some mumbling by the other.

“I’m handing him the keys to your restraints. I’m going for a walk so you won’t know when I return and he can abuse you for a while before I get back. His only limit is that he must be break you by 6 am and there he can’t use you sexually. If he doesn’t break you then he will leave at 6am. But you will remain in suffering for me until you provide me the info pig. So you know he brought a bag and I don’t know what is in it pig. But I know he talked a great deal of owning a biker pig like you so be strong pig.”

With that I heard some boots leave the living room and the front door slam shut.

“He’s gone fucker”

 

To be continued tomorrow …

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