By Silkshirt

Here is a story that I started but never finished. I thought you might like to read it or pass it on to one of your writers to add or alter as he wishes.

I could barely see his outline, as I stared out into the darkness. Feeling the rope that held my arms tightly, cut into my wrist, behind the chair that I had been placed on.

“Time to get that collar on you, lad,” I heard him say, as the shadow moved behind the chair. I feel the coldness of the brass collar stud against my neck as he placed them front and back into the shirt tunic he had forced me into earlier. “I’ve gotten for you a stunner today lad, lets get ya in it boy, where you belong.”

I felt two hands placed on either side of my head, Master must have a helper today. I could not struggle. Master’s heavy form came into view, he held a stiff detachable collar in his hands, opened up ready for my neck, god it looked high, an imperial collar I think. He sat on my lap, the other man behind still firmly holding my head. He lifts the collar and places it behind my neck, feeling him attach the first part of the collar to the front brass stud. He starts to stretch it round, I could feel the pressure already, the back stud is then attached.

He looks into my eyes and grins, “OK lad the hard work begins.” He pulls the other side of the collar around, god it is high, I can feel the top of the collar on the bottom part of my chin. I feel the almost plastic-like collar close over my neck. He pulls the collar, trying to get that last hole into the front stud. He struggles, Master wants me in the tightest fit today, it seems. I feel the man behind, starting to pull my head up, stretching my neck in an effort to make my neck thinner so master can get it fastened. I could feel his every move, fumbling with his big fingers, trying to get that collar stud into the hole. With my head going a bright purple, I feel the collar snap into the hole.

“There, ya fucker,” he laughs “Now, the tie.”

I see a sky blue silk tie placed around my neck, master is still staring into my eyes, to see my reaction, I guess they must be glazed over for, he had me in such a tight collar today. The knot is finished, he tightens the tie up to the collar, but doesn’t stop there, he pulls tighter and tighter.

I could feel sweat forming under the collar, the plastic sheen made it so hot in the thing. I feel a tie pin pushed into the knot, I guess he doesn’t want the tie to slip today. The man from behind removes his hands from my head. “Perfect, lad, you’re a picture in that, your collar is my symbol of your ownership, and from now on you will wear it always, only to be removed by me, if I need to change you into a clean one, understand, lad?”

“Yes, Sir,” my choked voice managed to muster.

 

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It is hot today, the sun beaming down, and Master has me out serving his friends at his usual get-together. There must be twenty or so people here, out at a spot on the beach. Dressed to Master’s specification, well actually he put it all on me, as he insists. For the last two days, he has forced me to wear this suit, dark navy three piece, white tunic shirt, stiff detachable collar, black tie. I am roasting in this as the sun beats down, standing as straight as I can to attention, awaiting my next request.

The collar that he has encased me in the last few days digs sharply into my neck, I long to be allowed to unfasten it, even just for a moment, to help me cool down, but I know the penalty if I disobey.

Master is sitting chatting to friends, laughing, drinking and smoking. Every once in a while he puts the cold beer bottle to his neck, cooling him down and glancing at me with a smirk. He is dressed in a white, open-necked shirt and jeans. People passing by give me a strange look, I guess my attire looks odd in a place like this, where everyone else is dressed for the sunny weather.

“Here boy, you’re needed,” Master motions to me. I walk over to where he is seated and stand to attention.

“You look a stupid fuck in that today, lad, see how everyone who passes stares?”

“Yes, Sir,” my choking voice manages to muster.

“Bet you would love a cool beer, and to sit with us, with your collar removed?”

“Yes, Sir, if you would be so kind, I am so hot under this thing.”

I felt the collar move as I talked, it was so tight, the knot in the tie bobbed up and down as I tried to talk.

“Tuff fuck,” he sneered. “In fact, I have something else for you.”

I saw him pull out a gimp mask, two small holes for the eyes, two for the nose and no mouth piece.

“Charles, hold him.”

Two hands grip my wrists from behind. A knee to my back makes me fall to my knees.

“Complainers get what they deserve, boy.”

With that, the hood is placed over my head, the suffocating leather covering my face, my mouth and then my whole head. The buckles on the back, being fastened tight, as he reaches the leather collar at the bottom, I feel him pull it sharply shut, the detachable collar digging in even further, the knot in the tie nearly cutting off my air supply. Oh god how am I going to survive this, the heat was sweltering already, so impossible to breathe. Through the peepholes I could see him with his big grin, cock buldging in his jeans.

Sweat forms inside the hood and trickles down my face. I am slowly roasting in the high tight collar. It is hard to breathe as the tie knot cuts off my air supply. Master stands me in the hottest place. Through the peep holes I see him looking at me and grinning. He loves torturing me.

“Comfortable, boy?” he asks.

I try to speak, but the hood is so tight on my head. I try to nod, but the detachable collar digs further into my neck, keeping my head up. Master has me stand to attention until the party is finished. As the last guest leaves he comes and stands in front of me. I am soaked in sweat. The tight tunic shirt he had forced me into sticks to my chest. The tight tie knot makes it almost impossible to breathe.

“Right, lad, time to get you changed.” He beckons Charles over and whispers in his ear. Charles leaves the room only to return soon after holding a clean tunic shirt and another imperial collar. Master removes the hood.

“Thank you, Sir,” my voice was a strangled croak.

He then takes off my heavy dark wool jacket and waistcoat. He removes the tie pin holding the knot and unties the tight necktie. He takes out the front collar stud, and the collar springs open. I breathe a sigh of relief to be free for a moment. He laughs, “You’re marked, boy.”

He runs a finger around my neck where the collar has dug in. He takes off the damp tunic shirt and passes it to Charles. Holding the clean shirt up, he slides my arms into the sleeves. The shirt has been starched rigid. He buttons it snuggly over my chest. The stiff fabric rubs against my nipples. This shirt is even tighter than the other. The fabric crackles as he folds back the cuffs to insert the links. He smooths the shirt over my chest. It’s so tight there isn’t a crease or fold in it. He reaches for the collar and grins again.

“You will like this collar, lad. I know I’ll enjoy getting you in it.”

He inserts the front collar stud and attaches the collar. He pulls it round my neck and inserts the back stud. I inhale sharply as he pulls the collar round to the front of my neck.

“Keep still, lad,” he growls as he pulls it tighter and tighter in an effort to fasten it. It is higher than the other collar and a smaller size. Charles moves behind me and holds my arms to keep me still. The collar digs sharply under my chin, it’s so high. It’s so stiff Master can hardly bend it.

He pulls it more and more. My face turns purple, and I start to choke.

“Please, Sir. It’s too tight.” My voice is a strangled whisper. I can hardly talk.

“Quiet, lad,” he growls as he pulls the collar again and it snaps into place. My chest heaves as I try to breathe. Master stands back and laughs.

“That’s a nice tight fit, lad. But you look good in it.”

My head is throbbing and my face a dark purple. I can hardly breathe. The shirt is like a straightjacket. Master reaches for the silk necktie and places it around my neck. He looks into my eyes and ties a knot. He pulls it up to the collar and keeps tightening it. I’m almost passing out when he stops. He inserts the tie pin and tweaks the knot. He also forces a large ball gag into my mouth and buckles it tightly behind my head. The ball holds my jaws apart and pushes my chin down. The collar digs even further into my neck.

Oh god I don’t think I can take this. The tie knot bobs up and down as I swallow. The gag is making me drool already.

Charles pulls my arms behind my back and holds them close together while master ties my wrists. He ties the rope above the stiff shirt cuffs so it won’t slip. Master doesn’t want me getting free. He binds my elbows tightly together. The stiff fabric crackles as he wraps strand after strand around my arms. I can’t move my arms at all. The stiff shirtfront is pulled even tighter, rubbing on my nipples. Master ties my legs at knees and ankles. He stands and looks me in the eye. My vision is blurred, my collar is so tight. The gag is uncomfortable and the drool is running down my chin.

He laughs at my discomfort.

“There, lad. How does that feel? Good?”

I try to nod my head and say, “Yes, Sir,” but I can’t move and the words come out as “Yeth thir.”

He reaches for another hood. This one has a hole to allow for the ballgag. He pulls it over my head. The leather is tight already. He pulls it tighter and laces it down the back. He tugs sharply on the leather collar and ties it tight. The collar forces my tie knot tight against my windpipe and makes me gag.

OH GOD! THIS IS TORTURE!

I can hardly breathe at all.

I struggle in my ropes gasping for air. The rough shirtfront rubs my nipples even more. Through the eyeholes I see master as he stands before me grinning and rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans. He reaches forward and begins to rub my nips though the stiff shirtfront. Pulling and tugging on them. Tweaking them, making them hard. I groan into the gag.

Master smiles as he sees the front of my trousers tent up.

 

 

This story was posted a while back in the comments section, and it took me a while to format it properly and to edit it. Guys, if you want to send stories, please by all means do so! But it’s best to send to me via email. Thanks.

— Metal