By ty dehner

The knock on the door broke my concentration on my computer screen. Before I could get out of my chair, there was a second knock. I hurried from the home office to the front room and front door. Opening it was a hot looking FedEx dude in his uniform. He smiled at me, no doubt a bit taken aback by me being in my full latex suit with heavy collar and shackles attached. He didn’t say anything as he handed me a large box. I put it on the floor as he had me sign his tablet. I turned to pick up the box again, and I heard under his breath “slave.” This took me by surprise, and I looked at him.

The FedEx man commented, “You are getting off easy, slave. If I owned you, you would be hooded also.”

I smiled at him. “Thank you, Sir, I will let my Master know of your suggestion.”

He took another look, smiled and then headed back to his truck.

After shutting the door, I looked at the label on the box and was excited to see that it was from the motorcycle store, and it was the gear I ordered last week. I had always wanted full MX gear, and my Master gave me permission last week to order it. I think I might have been a bit heavy in my hinting, but he watched as I ordered and that made me feel really good.

After getting back to the home office I texted Master that the MX gear had arrived. After few moments later he responded back. He gave me some instructions after I was geared. I had two hours before I was done with work, so I was strong and didn’t look in the box for the time being and focused on my work.

Finally, it was time to log off, so I took the box and headed out to the dungeon in the other building next to the house. Once inside I was to remove all the rubber and shackles. Master leaves a key available just in case of emergency, so I found it in its spot and started to remove the heavy iron ankle shackles, followed by the wrist and then the heavy collar. All the metal went on the table, and I started to remove the rubber suit and boots I was in. I had been in the suit since Monday, and it was now Friday. I am locked into it during the week during my work period, then usually heavier gear during the weekend or downtime. I was to remain in my chastity.

Now was the time, I found the box cutter and tore into the box. I could smell the heavy leather MX boots! It was all matching Fox gear, black and fluorescent orange. My cock was trying to grow in the cage, and it was becoming painful. But I had to get in gear now! First I slid on the pants, and I liked the feeling of the nylon, padding and heavy graphics slide up my legs. I ordered a smaller size than normal so they would be snug, and they were. Next I unwrapped the jersey and put it on. It was silky and nylon with padding on the elbows. Tucking in the shirt, the zip of pants went over my locked-up cock, and I was looking in the full mirror that is on the north wall.

Instinctively my hand grabbed my crotch, but it really didn’t matter as I wasn’t going to be able to do anything.

Sitting on the floor, I put on the tall socks and then sniffed the MX boots before putting them on and latching them snuggly. They were heavy and made an awesome sound as I stomped around the dungeon. Next was the chest protector and arm protectors made of plastic and strapping on my torso and arms. Looking in the mirror again, I looked like a fucking moto crosser! Grabbing my crotch again, I squeezed several times but only made my cock hurt even more.

Master had instructed that before I put on the helmet I was to gag myself. He allowed me to make the selection, so I picked his favorite leather one that locked in front. The small lock snapped, and I was now going to be speechless for a while. I picked up the MX helmet and fucking loved that it matched all the other gear. I ordered the largest size, as I hoped Master would sometimes want me hooded under the helmet. Still it was a snug fit as it slid over and bent down my ears. As I got it settled on my head it was strapped up. Master also wanted a lock used on the D-Rings of the chin strap, so I did that also. Next came the mirror goggles that were orange in tint. Lastly came the matching black and orange gloves, Velcro around my wrists.

Now I looked in the mirror and moaned from behind the gag and helmet. I was an MX-er head to toe! Not sure why I was so turned on, but I was. The heavy boots and bright colors didn’t make this gear so easy to hide. And no one could tell I was gagged under the helmet. I wanted to play around in the gear, but Master instructed that I was to immediately lock myself up.

So I put the heavy shackles back on my wrists but was no longer connected to the ankle chains. Now I wasn’t going to get out of this gear until Master decides, because I was to lock my wrist shackle chain to the ceiling hook in the center of the dungeon.   This only proceeded to make me hard as I raised my hands and hooked the chain to the ceiling hook and locked it. I realized then that I didn’t position myself in front of the mirror. I had to look over my shoulder to see myself. Fuck, my ass looks hot in the tight MX pants with the Fox logo across it. It was like a perfect spot for a Master to strike with a paddle.

From experience, these shackles will get heavy on my wrists holding them up like this and I will not be able to say anything. I just stood there taking in the tightness of the MX boots and pants, I would look toward the mirror and see my ass, the colors, the plastic and the encasing helmet on my head. I realized I am a motocross object. I picked out the gear, but here I am in the dungeon awaiting my Master, helpless for heaven knows how long.

 

***

 

Adjusting my arms for the twentieth time, the heavy shackles were stretching the boundaries of my arm and wrist strength! Not sure I didn’t think of that when I locked them on, but there wasn’t a choice since my Master had them as one of the things I was to lock myself in after putting on this new gear. There is no clock in the dungeon, as Master never wanted time to be a factor when he used me. So, even now, time will pass, but I won’t have a clue as to when. I knew when I started that it would be a few hours, but sometimes when in bondage like that time can pass really fast, or really slow. Today it seems really slow, but that is part of the pain Master likes me to experience.

 

***

 

I must have fallen asleep or passed out by the pain, as I was shocked awake by a slug to my stomach below the check protector I was wearing. I looked up, and there was Master in his work clothes, dusty from the work site. I moaned heavily into the gag and nodded my head towards the shackles that have me hanging from the ceiling. He smiles.

“You wanted this gear, did you slave?”

I nod in agreement.

“Then let me have my fun with you in the gear. Now I’m going to make my dinner, and after I will return and we’ll have some more fun.”

Oh shit, I can’t stay here another minute like this. I try screaming in the gag and struggling to get released. Master turns to me and slugs me with his fist again in the stomach. He walks to the wall and grabs his favorite wooden paddle. Coming up from behind me, he starts slapping my ass, and the thin nylon of the pants doesn’t do much to protect me.

“You fucking ungrateful piece of shit. You asked for this MX gear, and I let you have it and now you are all pissed off that you have to suffer while in it?!”

He slaps my ass hard a few more times. He returns the paddle to its assigned location, then heads out the door, leaving me swinging from my straining wrists. He even turns the lights out, leaving me in the dark. I realize I have pissed him off royal and will have to work hard to make it up to him.

 

***

 

Master returned after his dinner. I’m sure I’m in the doghouse even more by not being the one to cook it and clean up after. He stands before me, and I stare down at his dust-covered USMC boots. He is in his desert ACUs. There is silence, he doesn’t speak and I don’t dare move even though I really want to touch him.

“I’m going to unlock your wrists, after you will stand at attention. Don’t fucking speak or try anything but stand at attention.”

The former Marine is coming out in him tonight. He releases my wrists, and they drop in front of me as I let go a heavy sigh. I stay where I am and come to attention with my shackled hands in front of me.

I feel the heavy flogger strike my back, and it forces the air out of my lungs over the gag that fills my mouth.

“You’re not at proper attention, slave! I said attention!”

I struggle, but with the shackles it is impossible for me to move my arms to my sides. I am struck again and again.

“Guess that plastic that is supposed to protect you isn’t doing such a great job. Get at attention, slave!”

I start to sweat as I struggle in my MX gear, as I put one arm in place the other falls out of place. Master continues the assault on my back with his heavy flogger. I am screaming in the gag, under the helmet. While the back of the chest protector does take some of the stress of the flogger, the thin jersey material does not.

The flogging stops, and I try to maintain my stance as Master returns the flogger to its space on the wall. I heard his boots behind me and finally he comes into view. When he puts on his Marine uniform, I realize the powerful Man he is and how privileged I am to be his slave. His cover sits right at his eyebrows, and he stares me down through my mirrored goggles. His gloved hand comes to the front of my helmet and gently lowers it so I am looking at our boots.

“I enjoyed your struggle, slave. I got fucking hard watching you trying to please me. That is what I like about you, you never give up, and you always remember your place. Even though you knew you couldn’t complete the task, you gave your all. That is one of the reasons you are wearing the MX gear you wanted.”

I feel his hands grip the sides of my helmet, tilting my head up, and he kisses the face of the helmet. He brings me closer and places his forehead on my helmet bill.

“You really do look amazing in that gear, slave. And you are encased in that heavy helmet, gagged. An object for me to play with. Yes, I’m going to have some fun tonight.”

Master reaches down and presses his hand into my encased cock and balls.

“Of course, you aren’t going to be getting any pleasure in that area.”

He steps back and assumes his Marine Master position.

“Slave, you are to immediately make your way to the garage and await my instructions. Fall out now!”

I quickly move out of the dungeon and work my way to the garage. Here, Master has his Ford Heavy Duty 350 truck and two motorcycles. I go directly to the middle and stand as close to attention as I can.

Master follows shortly. He stands before me again and takes his keys off his belt, unlocking the shackles and taking them to the work table. I want to rub my worn wrists, but I don’t dare. I do quickly move into proper attention stance.

“Nice slave, nicely done.”

He stands before me again, this time with a large roll of black duct tape.

“Hands out.”

I snap to and do it. He starts wrapping tape around my wrists, bringing them snugly together. When he is done, he moves to the truck bed and points for me to climb in. I realize we are going for a ride. The bed is covered, so no one will see me. I climb in, lying on my side. Master grabs my MX boots and starts taping the ankles together. Master never does anything on the lose side, and that is the same with my boots snugly taped together.

“Normally I secure you in there, but with all your protective gear on I think you can rough it out. Enjoy the ride, slave!”

Master slams the truck bed gate, and I struggle some to feel the bondage I am in. Finally, I get bound in my MX gear. I really feel the heavy boots on my feet and that my hands are gloved. Master starts the truck, and in a moment we are moving. As we back down the driveway he stops sharply, causing me to slide in the tailgate. I’m pretty sure he did that on purpose. He stops again, sharply turns and slams on the gas to head down the street. Me being thrown around this metal box in the dark.

Of course I had no idea where I was being taken, but I was pretty sure it was dark out as it was after Master had his dinner and I have been in the dungeon for several hours. I also knew that Master was taking the roughest way possible to whereever he was taking me. A couple of times I was glad I had the helmet on, as my head banged against the metal of the truck bed. Then there was one last sharp stop, and I ended up sliding all the way back to the tailgate. The truck stopped, and things went quiet except for my breathing in the helmet.

Then the tailgate dropped, and I could see it was indeed night out. Master was at the side of the tailgate in his uniform, smiling at me.

“Fuck, what a beautiful sight, my slave all geared up in this new gear that he begged for. Slave is bound, gagged and the cock that I own is locked up.”

Master grabbed my booted feet that were closest to him and brought me to the edge of the tailgate. That’s when I saw where we were. We were at the construction site he manages, and he had parked at the edge of a huge mud pit. I looked back at him, and he could tell I was surprised even under my helmet and goggles.

Master smiled. He disappeared, and I heard the truck door open and him climbing in. The engine started and the truck rocked a bit when Master put it in gear. Slowly the truck started to back up into the mud so we were getting more into the middle of it and no doubt the deepest part. I didn’t want to get my new gear muddy, it looked and felt so awesome and the boots smelled of new leather. I tried screaming, but I knew with the gag Master couldn’t hear me and I’m pretty sure he didn’t care. I thought about worming my way back into the bed, but knew I would get into so much trouble. But was he going to ruin my gear?

Gently the truck stopped, and there was the calm of anticipation. Here I was on the edge of the tailgate, ankles bound, wrists taped, in my new motocross gear, gagged under the helmet and goggles about to go into a mud pit. Master pressed on the gas and the truck lurched forward, and I lost my balance.

 

To be continued …