By lthr_jock

Without thinking, Clark stood up which made Greg curse angrily and use his crop on Clark’s leathered arse. Clark reflexively knelt down again and flushed bright red as Vickers laughed. Greg glared down at him and paused before looking back up at Vickers.

“Hold on, did you just call him Samuel?”

Vickers grinned an evil little smile and nodded. Greg let out a roar of laughter which made several people close by look up from their own conversations.

“You mean to tell me that the man I have been pestering you about for 2 months is right here kneeling at my feet.”

Vickers joined in the laugher. “Yes – and from the look of it Samuel has had quite the evening.”

Greg chuckled and stroked Clarks hair, ignoring the increasingly urgent grunts that were coming from the restrained man.

“Damn. I’ve wanted to get him into some of my gear for ages. See – I was right – it suits him.”

“I never doubted it would.”

“MPPPHHH!”

Greg didn’t look down, just rapped the tip of his crop against the faceplate of Clark’s muzzle. “Quiet, boi, your betters are talking.”

Clark ignored this and continued to grunt into the gag. Greg frowned at him and with one hand behind Clarks head, used the other one to pinch his nose shut. Clark then realised how secure he was trussed up as he struggled vainly within the straitjacket, his booted feet slipping on the floor. He could get some air in past the gag in his mouth, but his struggles increased his need for air and Gregs control over his nose meant that he couldn’t get it. He struggled harder and harder until Greg released his grip. He gasped air in through his nose, coughing and spluttering around the drool in his mouth. Greg knelt down so that he could hear him whisper.

“Looks like I know your secret, Clarkie boy. So you can either behave, or your face will get plastered all over the internet tomorrow. Understand?”

Vickers looked concerned at the threat but as Greg stood up, he pushed Clarks head down to face the floor and gave Vickers a big wink. Clark stayed with his head submissively looking at the floor and Greg’s booted feet. He could do little but listen to the conversation of the two men above him.

“I have to admit to being very disappointed in Samuel. He’s meant to be here working as a display model for me, and I find him having seduced you and forced you into chaining him up.”

“Oh dear, “said Greg, “sounds like Samuel needs some punishment.”

Vickers nodded “Indeed, especially as he clearly didn’t inform you who he was.”

“I’d forgotten that – so how will you discipline him?”

“I’m not sure really – you have a lot more experience than me. What would you suggest?”

Greg grinned at Vickers, his eyes twinkling. “Leave it with me. But won’t that leave you without a display model tomorrow?”

“Oh damn, yes it will. Maybe his punishment will have to wait.”

Greg made a big show of pretending to think for a moment. “Well, Carl did mention how he would love to be the man in the vac rack.”

“I see…it would require some adjustments…but not too many.” He shook Gregs hand. “You have a deal.” Vickers crouched down to look Clark in the face. “Ok then Samuel. Master Greg will be looking after you until you leave the conference. You won’t get paid for the second day here.”

Greg looked at Vickers quizzically “You pay him.”

“Not quite – he’s paying off a debt for gear he’s bought from me.”

“Oh is he?” Greg crouched down beside Vickers. “One quick question, Samuel. How would you like to take home the gear you’re wearing?” Clark looked up at the two men. He had no idea how much the gear he was wearing would cost, but he could not deny the arousing effect it was having on him. He paused for a second, then nodded. Greg grinned and patted him on the head “Good boy.”

He and Vickers stood and shook hands “I’ll let you know how much to add to his debt. And now..I have some punishment to devise.” He yanked on Clarks leash pulling the big man to his feet. “Come one, boy.” Vickers chuckled as he watched the two men leave the room, Clark shuffling along as fast as possible to keep up with the leather clad Greg.

 

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The next morning, Clark looked up at the sound of movement. He looked through the thick iron bars of the cage he was in to see Greg naked except for a pair of shorts crouching down by the door of the cage. He was holding a dog bowl in one hand. “Time for breakfast, boy.” He put his hands through the bars of the cage and undid Clark’s muzzle and then slid the bowl through the feeding slot. Clark could see that the bowl contained cut up sausages and bacon. The smells were fantastic, but he looked up at Greg helplessly. Greg grinned. “Work it out boy.” Clark sighed – he had hoped that Greg would release him. He wriggled over to the bowl and started to try and pick up the pieces with his teeth and tongue. He wondered how bizarre he looked – still in the straitjacket and leather gear but with his feet pulled up and chained to the small of his back. His muscles were cramping and painful, but after several strikes of the crop last night, he knew better than to complain.
He soon realised it was impossible to eat the food without getting his face dirty. Initially he was careful, but in the end hunger took over and he found himself getting food smeared over his face as he finished the bowl. He looked up to see Greg and Carl watching him, grins on their faces. “My, Clarkie is quite the pig.”

The two men chuckled. Greg turned to Carl. “You’d better get downstairs – Vickers will be waiting for you. Clarkie and I will decided what he’s going to get up to for the rest of the day.” Carl and Greg kissed before Carl headed out and Greg pulled on a shirt, jeans and boots before returning to the cage. “Ok, Clarkie, time to get you dressed.” He opened the front of the cage and grabbed Clark around the shoulders, encouraging him to wriggle forward until he was out of the cage. He unchained Clarks legs and then removed the padlock on the straitjacket, allowing Clark to stretch his arms for the first time in hours. “Go into the bathroom and shower – you have 5 minutes.”

Clark headed in, grateful for the chance to wash himself down. He looked in the mirror. His face and arms all had red marks on them from the restraints that he had been wearing. His hair was sticking against his skin and his crotch hair was matted with sweat and precum from where he had clearly been aroused last evening. He reached down to stroke his cock and realised he had very little time, so got into the shower and luxuriated in the stream of warm water over his aching muscles.

He walked out of the shower still towelling himself dry. Greg was stood by the bed, with several sets of clothing spread out on it. Before he could see what was there, Greg tossed him something. He reflexively grabbed it and looked down to see a metal cock cuff. “Put it on. I don’t want you enjoying yourself too much today.” Clark thought of complaining, but was too worried about Greg’s threat to unmask him on the internet, so obediently put the cuff on. He immediately realised the problem as his extended arousal yesterday meant that his cock swelled as soon as it was touched. Greg saw the problem and laughed. “I can sort that out. Come over here.” He beckoned Clark over to the minibar and without warning crammed a handful of ice against Clarks crotch. Clark yelled and jumped backwards, but the ice had the desired effect shrinking his cock. Moving quickly, he slid the metal tube over his cock and then locked it in place behind his balls.

“Good lad. Now, it’s time to decide what you’re going to wear today. I’ll be kind and let you choose which one. And let’s not forget this is punishment – so you’re not going to like it.” He saw Clark pause and continued, “whatever you wear, your face will be covered enough to keep your secret.” Clark exhaled in relief and stepped forwards.

The first costume was a full leather slave harness, boots like those he had worn last night, wrist and bicep straps and a thick collar. Lying beside it was a rubber tail that Clark assumed would be clipped to the back of the harness. As he looked closer, he realised it was attached to a butt plug. Shuddering he turned to the next set.

The next set was rubber – a one piece suit with attached hands and feet. On top of the suit was what looked like a reinforced corset and the boots beside the suit were decidedly feminine with high heels. Clark moved on very quickly.

The final set was a full leather uniform similar to that worn by Greg the night before. The boots were solid and high and the leather was black and highly glossed. Clark immediately stepped towards the suit and then saw that it also included a butt plug – this one was much larger and had small knobs and bumps all over it. When Greg saw him looking at it, he smiled and took a remote control out of his pocket. “You’ll enjoy that.” He pressed a button and the plug buzzed and rolled over the bed as the motor inside it made it shiver. Clark dreaded to think how often that would be used on him during the day should he choose that selection.

Clark didn’t know which way to turn – each of the options would cause him considerable humiliation and embarrassment. He went from one to the other, unable to decide. After a few minutes, Greg started to lose his patience: “ Hurry up or I’ll choose for you.” Clark considered just fleeing the hotel room, but his desire to remain anonymous was too strong and he picked up the slave harness. “Finally”. Greg took the harness from him and told him to turn around. Expertly he draped the harness over Clarks shoulders and adjusted it so that chrome rings settled between his pecs and shoulder blades and over his belly button and in the small of his back. He tightened the straps, and slipped Clarks caged cock through the crotch ring. He left the arse strap hanging loose as he told Clark brusquely to sit on the bed and started the long process of lacing the boots on him. Soon Clarks legs were covered in thick leather from the knee down. Thick leather straps went around his biceps, but when Greg picked up the wrist bands, Clark realised they were attached to heavy leather fist mitts. Before he could complain, the mitts were slid on and the straps secured tightly.

Clark lifted up his hands to look at the featureless leather and realised that once again Greg had made him completely helpless. Greg grinned and leaned in to give Clark a long slow kiss. Clark pulled away, but Greg yanked on the straps of his harness, pulling him back into the lip-lock. Clark squirmed as he felt his cock trying to swell in the cock cuff. Greg let go, letting Clark fall back onto the bed. “Just wanted to get that done before you get gagged up for the day. Time to get that sorted – and to make sure no-one knows who you are.” Greg grabbed an object from the bag behind him and held it up in front of Clark.

Clark gulped as he looked at the hood Greg was holding. It was a thick rubber hood, moulded into the shape of a dog’s head complete with muzzle and pointed ears. Clark’s eyes bulged. “ No, no I can’t wear that.” Greg grinned, “of course you can. I saw you eyeing up the sub wearing it last night and your alternative…well, let’s just say that the alternative is for me to shove you out the door dressed like you are now.” Clark sighed – he had no choice – he bowed his head to accept the hood. Greg slid the hood over his head. As it went on, Clark realised there was no zip – the flexible neck hole opened up enough for him to get his head inside. As it went on he felt the familiar shape of something rubbing against his head and face and opened his mouth to accept the gag. Greg pulled the hood fully on, making sure that the long neck was fully unrolled, covering Clarks head completely. He grinned at the sight in front of him, then pulled Clark up and pushed him in front of the full length mirror.

Clark gasped. His hairy muscled torso looked bigger as the thick leather straps accentuated his muscles. He struck a pose, making them swell and making Greg laugh. His hands disappeared beneath leather mitts and his lower legs were covered in thick leather as well. His head had gone, replaced by a textured rubber dog hood, only his eyes showing any sign of humanity. As he looked at himself, Greg slid the thick spiked and studded collar around his neck and padlocked it in place. Greg deliberately let the huge padlock drop and thud against Clarks collarbone and Clark realised that the collar was holding the neck of the hood in place completely preventing it being removed.

Before he could react further, Greg pushed Clark’s head downwards. Clark went to kneel and Greg snapped out a “NO, just bend.” Clark did so, his arse sticking out in Gregs direction. He knew what was about to happen and tensed. Greg took a bottle of lube and rubbed it over the plug. He then started to rub it into Clark’s arse pushing first one finger then two into Clark’s virgin hole. Clark gasped and groaned into the gag. Greg moved carefully and slowly, working Clark’s arse, getting it ready for the plug. Clark winced in anticipation and closed his eyes, so didn’t realise what was happening when Greg started to push the plug inside him. Clark felt his arse stretching to accommodate what seemed to him to be a huge intrusion. He started to try and stand to stop Greg, but Greg used one hand to push him back down. Before he could resist again, the plug slid past its’ widest point and with a wet slap his arse closed behind it. Greg let him stand up and Clark looked at the mirror to see the tail in place and waggling to and fro as he moved. While he was staring at it, Greg secured the arse strap so that it held the plug in place and tightened it, making Clark grunt as the plug was pushed inside him. Going around to Clarks front, he smiled at the restrained man and clipped a heavy chain leash to his collar. Looking down he laughed “almost forgot something.” He picked up a studded leather pouch that he snapped to the front of the harness, giving Clarks crotch enough coverage for the minimum requirements of decency.

Greg yanked on the leash, “ showtime, Clarkie,” and then headed for the door.

 

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Metal would like to thank the author, lthr_jock, for this story.