By Rubrpig

Sean sighed in relief as it was finally the end of the day after a very trying day at work. Since it was Friday he would have a couple of days to relax, have some fun at the Eagle and enjoy himself. Things were getting tense at work with the rumours of an impending take-over and the resulting downsizing that always occurred when companies merged.

After getting his Dainese jacket from the lockers provided by the company along with his boots, helmet and gloves he walked out to the parking lot and got on his BMW 1200. Looking forward to the evening at the Eagle he headed home to his condo.

After having dinner, showering and deciding since it was Gear Night at the Eagle he would wear his racing leathers and boots. Taking his black, blue, and white Alpinestar Race Replica suit from the closet he climbed into it after putting on his compression gear. He would not wear the chest and back protectors as they might interfere with the fun he hoped he would have at the club. After putting on his Sidi Race boots he picked up his helmet and gloves, he tucked his ID, drivers licence, some cash and a credit card into wrist wallet and put that on. Heading down to the garage, he got on his bike, fired the engine and headed to the club.

The club was quiet when he walked as it was still a little early. He pulled off his helmet and walked over to the bar and ordered a beer. Derek, his favourite bartender waved away the cash and told him that he would open a tab as usual. Telling Sean, he looked fucking hot in his leathers and gear, he smiled and then leaned over the bar and kissed Sean hard. The two men had flirted for several years but for some reason they had never done anything about it as Derek was in a submissive relationship with Andrew, who owned the bar.

Walking out to the patio he sat down and stretched out his legs and relaxed. The bar slowly filled up and Sean got up and started to walk around and talk with friends. Just before midnight, he noticed that Sir Michael and his slave had arrived. Sean had been wondering why he hadn’t seen them at the bar recently and had just assumed they were away on holiday. Sir Michael was a noted medical researcher who lived in a large house in the hills. The basement of the house was a beautifully equipped dungeon where the two men and selected friends played hard. Sean had been accepted into their circle of play partners and enjoyed being Sir Michael’s submissive during these sessions. Sir Michael was in his usual full BLUF gear as he had a very strong fetish for Langlitz so that is what he usually wore when he was not at his research centre.

Approaching them he stood quietly till Sir Michael noticed him told him to present himself. He knelt, kissed the tall Wesco boots and was acknowledged. Getting up he told his Sir that he was very glad to see him as he had been wondering where he had been the last few weeks. Sean was careful not to mention anything about Sir’s slave as Sir would get annoyed as the slave was just an object.

Sir smiled and told Sean that they had been at home as he had been having some work done on the slave. Sean was curious and was tempted to ask what work but he knew better than to ask. Sir smiled and invited Sean to come to the house with them and he would show him what was done. Sean quickly agreed, requested permission to settle his tab and collect his helmet from Derek. He informed his Sir that he had ridden his bike and would it ok if he followed them to the house. Sir agreed, turned and left with the slave walking behind. Sean finally noticed that the slave was wearing langlitz breeches and wescos along with the usual leather straitjacket and muzzle. Since the slave was usually in boots and chaps which showed that it was locked in a carrera chastity belt, he was puzzled but said nothing.

After arriving at Sir’s home in the hills overlooking the city, he parked his bike by the garage and locked it. Walking to the front door, he rang the bell and was told over the intercom to enter. He walked in and was greeted by his Sir who had removed his jacket and shirt and was standing there in his breeches and boots, bare-chested. Once again, Sean got rock hard as his Sir was strongly built and was fully inked in a traditional Japanese design which Sean knew from experience covered his entire body. Sir Michael was half Japanese, and a few years ago he had spent several years travelling to Japan where a tattoo master put a full suit of ink on him in the traditional way. The tattoo covered his body except for his hands, wrists, ankles, feet and neck and head. The ink covered even his cock and balls and his ass into the crack where a circle of uninked skin surrounded his Sir’s hole. Sir always reminded him of a football player due to the heavy muscle and heavy build of his body. However, Sir had only about 8% body fat. Considering he was a noted medical researcher, this always amazed him that his Sir was able to maintain his body that way.

Telling Sean to head down to the basement, the two men walked down and entered the main playroom. Standing there chained to the rafters was the slave. There was a single chain running to the muzzle he wore and it was still in the gear it had worn at the bar. Unlocking and then removing the heavy straitjacket from the slave, Sean saw that the slave was now covered in ink. Ordering the slave to remove its boots and breeches, it struggled to do so and eventually it managed to take its boots off then the heavy leather breeches. It folded up the gear and handed it to its Master and stood there with its hands behind its back looking down. Sean stared at the slave. It now wore an entire suit of ink just like its Master and Sean realized that the designs complimented each other so it was obvious there was a connection between the 2 men. Sean requested permission to examine the slave’s ink up close and was allowed. Sean admired the work and soon discovered that the slave was also inked on its groin and ass. Even though the slave was locked in the chastity belt as always it was clear the ink went over its cock and balls as well.

Turning to his Sir, he asked how long did that take and that the design was amazing. Sir explained that it took 3 weeks of nonstop work but it was completed just over a week ago. Sean nodded and realized that was the reason why the men had not been seen recently.

Sean was stunned by the amount of work done in such a short time and then surprisingly he admitted to his Sir that he had always admired his Sir’s ink and someday would like to get a full suit of ink applied. Sir smiled and said to follow him back upstairs as he wanted to talk to Sean about a few things. The two men left the slave still chained standing up and headed up to the main floor of the house. Entering the den, Sir Michael poured them both a glass of single malt scotch and indicated that Sean should sit. Sir sat down opposite and looked at the muscular man in the racing leathers and smiled.

Sean, it is time to make a few decisions about where things are going between us. You cannot deny that you are wanting to become a full time submissive. I said submissive as you are definitely not and never will be a slave as it is not in your nature. However, as a sub you will be an excellent sub for any Sir who has you.

Sean was stunned and looked at his Sir and thanked him. Sir, may I have permission to ask Sir something? Sir. After his Sir nodded, he spoke, “Sir, may i petition Sir to become his full-time submissive. Sir” .

Sir Michael nodded and replied, “Boy, are you sure as once I say yes, there is no going back. And there will some things required of you that you will need to give me permission to do without you knowing what I want to have done. Do you understand?”

Sean nodded and spoke quietly, “Sir, i understand and agree to whatever you decide is necessary as long as I am allowed to become your submissive. Sir”

Sir Michael nodded and told Sean that he would consider this and then asked Sean if he had some vacation time he could take at work. Sean replied that he had 5 weeks owing. Sir told him to book 4 weeks starting in a month and advise him of when it was approved. Sean agreed and was then told to leave as his Sir wanted time to consider things alone. Sean nodded, stood up and left the room. Picking up his helmet and putting it on as he had not removed his gloves, he walked out of the house and got on his bike and left.

The following Monday, Sean sent in his application for the 4 weeks of vacation starting on the specified day and waited impatiently while the HR department approved it. After 4 days of anxiously waiting he got the confirmation email from HR and after work he called his Sir to tell him that the time had been confirmed. His Sir told him to expect an email with instructions and he was to follow them without hesitation.

About an hour later, the email chime on his phone went off and Sean quickly opened it and saw it was from Sir. Quickly scanning it he was surprised by the detail of the instructions. Basically, he was to put it about the office that he was taking off with several friends on their bikes for a 4 week trip up the coast and through the mountains. On his last day at work he was to ride his bike to the office making sure that he had packed the appropriate gear into the saddle bags on the bike and into the tank bag. He was to wear once piece leathers, and race boots but take work clothes so he could change for work and after work he was to change back into the full racing leathers including the chest and back protectors. From work he was to ride directly to his Sir’s house where he would find the garage open and he was to park his bike in the garage leaving all of the gear on the bike. He was to remain in his riding gear including the helmet and enter the house through the garage door. Once inside he was to enter the kitchen and sit down and wait fully geared for his Sir to get home.

The weeks passed very slowly it seemed but finally it was the final day and Sean woke up and packed his dress clothes into a small back pack, showered and then pulled on his compression gear, put on the back and chest protectors. Taking his Alpinestar suit, he pulled it on and shrugged into it. Before zipping it up he sat down, pulled on his Sidi boots, zipped and clipped them closed, after zipping up the suit, he pull on his helmet then his gloves. Shrugging into the back pack and settling it so it rode lower on his back and not interfere with the suit’s hump, he headed to the garage. He had loaded it bike the night before and it was ready. After arriving at the office, he walked in pulling off his helmet and headed through security. The guards used to seeing him in partial gear were surprised to see a racer walk in. He headed for the locker room and changed out of his gear into his dress clothes. The day passed slowly and finally the day ended and he got up and his work colleagues wished him a great trip. After gearing up again, he pulled out of the garage at work and headed through the heavy traffic to his Sir’s house.

After arriving, he followed his instructions and entered the house and sat down in the kitchen. Shortly after, the slave entered the room and indicated that Sean was to strip off his gear and put it in the closet by the back entry. Once he had stripped down and stood naked, the slave indicated that he was to head to the basement and the slave followed him to the basement.

Once there, the slave handed Sean a tall glass of water and indicated that Sean was to drink it. Sean was thirsty and the water was cool but had a slight chemical taste. Sean asked if he could sit down and the slave nodded. Soon, the drugs in the water acted and Sean slowly passed out. The slave left the room and notified his Master by text that the submissive was in the dungeon and was drugged as required.

After Sir Michael arrived, he stripped and walked into the dungeon where the slave was keeping watch over Sean. The two men lifted him up and carried him to the wet room. They put him on a small chair and while the slave held him upright, Sir Michael grabbed a pair of hair clippers and proceeded to give Sean a military high and tight which made Sean look more aggressive. Sean had a strong muscular body, slimmer in build than either Sir Michael or his slave but it was strong and defined. Sir Michael then quickly took some measurements of Sean’s neck and then pulled out a form and filled out the measurements needed for the chastity belt that he would be fitted with. Heading upstairs he quickly emailed the form and arranged for fast turnaround insuring that the belt would be delivered in 3 weeks. Heading back down, he entered the wet room and between the 2 men, Sean was covered in hair removal cream which was allowed to work and when the chemical was rinsed off, there was no hair remaining on Sean’s body from the neck down.

They then picked up Sean and he was carried into the main room of the play space where there was a medical setup waiting for them. After Sean was put on the surgical table and strapped down, Sir Michael pulled on sterile gloves and began working. First, he took a syringe and pushed a small amount of lube into Sean’s urethra so the catheter would slide in easier. Tearing open the sterile package, he uncoiled the tubing and began inserting it into Sean’s cock. Once it was pushing against the sphincter of Sean’s bladder he pushed hard and it slide into his bladder. Working quickly, he clamped the tube off then picked up a syringe and filled it with sterile saline and injected it into the port on the catheter and filled the balloon locking the catheter into Sean’s bladder. After connecting the tube to a collection jar, he unclamped the tube and urine slowly drained from Sean’s bladder. Moving to Sean’s head he picked up another sterile package and pulled out a nasal gastric feeding tube. This was slowly inserted into Sean’s left nostril and slowly worked through and into his throat and then down the esophagus into Sean’s stomach. This would be the only way Sean would receive nutrition and fluids during the upcoming weeks. He then ripped open a package and removed a heavy respiration tube and took a insertion tool from the table and opened Sean’s mouth and tilted his head back and inserted the tool which allowed the respirator tube to be properly inserted into Sean’s airway. Once the procedures started Sean would be hooked to a respirator which would keep him alive. However, now that the tube was in, Sean was unable to speak. The final thing remaining was the installation of the IV ports in both of Sean’s hands. It was necessary to put them in the back of the hands. He then picked up the antidote for the drug and injected Sean. A few minutes later Sean woke up and found that he could not move. He felt a tube in his mouth and realized that something had been inserted in his cock. Then he felt a slight burning sensation in his nasal cavity and realized something else was there. The table he was strapped to moved and put him in a sitting position. Looking forward he tried to speak but couldn’t as his Sir moved closer to him.

Ok boy, you have been prepared and let me tell you what is happening to you. You have been prepped for a full body tattoo like I have and the slave. Over the next 2 weeks a team of artists will work non-stop on your body and complete the entire tattoo in that time. The artists will take an 8 hour break a day for rest but otherwise they will be working on your body. The next step will be to paralyse your entire body so you cannot move or twitch during this process. Unfortunately, this also means that all muscle movement including breathing or even blinking your eyes will also be paralysed. You will be kept alive by a respirator which will breathe for you. You will be fed through a tube by pumping liquid nutrition into your stomach and you will also be given fluids this way as well to keep you hydrated. The paralysis drugs will be administered by IV and each day you will be given an IV of the drugs to keep you in that state. One side effect is that you will be fully conscious and aware of everything and your pain receptors will function as well so you will feel the pain from the constant application of the ink. Depending on your bodies reactions I may sedate you so your mind can rest and be given a break from the constant pain you will feel. In other words boy you will be a prisoner in your own body. Your body will act as the perfect restraint system for you while you are being inked.

Sean tried to scream but found that he could not. He began to struggle and try to break the restraints that held him to the table but found that he couldn’t. He gave up and watched as his Sir wheeled an IV system up to the table and began connecting the tubes from the IV pump to the needle inserted into the back of his left hand. Once it was connected, the pump and IV lines were purged of air and the drug began being pumped into his system. The 2 bags of drugs tinted a light blue slowly emptied and he felt a warm sensation and then he began to feel numb. The table moved to the flat position and his Sir connected his respirator tube to the machine and turned it on. Sean felt his chest rise and fall in time with the machine. He realized his eyes had stopped blinking and Sir took a clear acrylic cup and applied glue to it and then glue one over each eye. Then He filled the cups once the adhesive was dry with sterile saline to keep his eyes moist. Sean could see a little through the saline solution and watch the bags slowly empty and he tired to move any part of his body. Nothing moved and he felt rigid like he was carved from rock. He felt his chest moving up and down but that was the only movement. He tried screaming but all he did was scream in his mind as nothing else happened.

Sir Michael watched and waited as the drugs flowed into his new sub’s system and when they were done he disconnected the empty bags. He moved the IV system out of the way and checked the settings on the respirator to make sure the air mixture was correct and the respiration cycles per minute was fine. He then hooked his sub up to the monitors that would monitor his brain’s activity and vital signs. Walking over to the door, he opened it and motioned to the team of tattoo artists waiting and they entered and began to setup for the work they would be performing over the next 2 weeks.

Sean saw men move in and out of his vision and after an hour or so, he felt the pressure as they applied the stencils to his body that would provide the outline of the design he would be inked with. Then the buzzing of the tattoo guns began and the pain slammed into his brain as the artists began to apply the ink.

The pain washed over his mind in waves and soon the endorphins kicked in and he felt a pleasurable feeling as the guns worked on his skin. The endorphins slowly wore off and the pain began to build again and this time he felt like the pain and the buzzing of the guns would drive him insane. Sir Michael was alerted to the changes in the vital signs and came into the room to check on the sub. He picked up a pair of noise cancelling headphones and put them on and connected them to a iPod loaded with classical music and turned it on very low. the volume was just enough to block the noise of the guns and this did help the sub to calm down but his brain activity was still worrying so he injected a mild sedative into the IV port and watched as the drug began to calm the sub down and block a lot of the pain it was feeling. Watching as the artists applied the outline of the design to the sub’s body, he could see the design beginning to appear on his new boy. If the boy survived the next 2 weeks without a mental collapse from the pain he would be a good addition to his household. Several hours later, the artists took a break and Sir Michael hooked a bag of liquid nutrition to the feeding pump, connected it to the feeding tube in his boy and turned it on pumping the food into the boy’s stomach. Once the bag was empty, it was disconnected and the tube caped again. The artists returned and began work for several more hours.

Finally, the work stopped about 11pm or so and the artists went to their rooms and fell asleep. Sir Michael checked on the boy and watched the monitors and checked that all the vital signs were within limits. The boy’s mental activity had slowed after the sedative but now it had return to the normal levels but slightly elevated from the lingering effects of the pain from the tattoo. Sir Michael leaned over and smiled down at the boy so he could see him and told him that he was in a rest cycle now and the ink would resume in 8 hours. Turning the lights down, Sir Michael left leaving Sean alone, strapped to the table and locked inside his own body.

Sean was screaming from the pain but no sound came out. He was panicking from what was happening to him and there was no way he could stop any of it. He was locked inside his own body which had been turned into a piece of rock and he could no longer control or move any part of it. He was totally dependent on the machines keeping him alive and on his Sir. He had 2 weeks of this intense pain and he was wondering if he would survive. Then he realized that the slave must have been done this same way as it was gone for 4 weeks along with Sir. Sean decided then if the slave could survive he would as well. He tried to calm down and soon exhausted his mind finally shut down and he slept.

The artists returned and started work which work him up. The vital signs spiked and set off an alarm and his Sir came quickly and checked him. While the artists worked, Sir Michael hooked him to the feeding pump and fed him. Then he replaced the food with a bag of electrolyte solution and that was pumped in as well. Sir Michael told the slave to change the urinal collection bottle and dispose of the urine. Finally Sean was fed, hydrated and ready to face the day even though the artists were hard at work.

For Sean, the days blurred and his world closed in on him and he survived by forcing his mind to ignore the pain and wait for the next sleep cycle when he could escape. After a few days, he found himself sleeping during the day as well as a way to deal with the constant pain. After 2 days of applying the black outline, the artists began working on putting in the colours. The lead artist began the colour by working on Sean’s cock and balls. The design of the full suit was anchored by a dragon whose tail wrapped around the torso and the tip of the tail was Sean’s cock. His balls were inked to become the scales on the underside of the tail. Once his cock/balls and crotch were done the artists began filling in all the colour on the entire body.

After a week the front of Sean’s body was complete even on his sides, arms, legs, between his legs and armpits. After informing Sir Michael, the artists along with Sir Michael, the slave carefully lifted Sean up and turned him over placing him down on the table. The table had been slid open so that the centre of the table was open to allow the respirator to work properly as Sean’s weight did not rest on his abdomen and chest.

The work began in earnest on Sean’s back and ass. The outlines took just over a day to complete and line up with the already completed work. The colour work began with the lead artist to complete the work in the crack of Sean’s ass and around his hole. Then the colour flowed out from there.  The artists were fast and worked carefully knowing that any mistake was permanent and would spoil an entire piece of body art that they were creating.

Sean was in a trance most of the time as his mind finally had shut down from all the pain. Each morning Sir Michael fed him, gave him fluid then hooked him to the drugs which kept him paralysed. He dreaded the drugs the most as he knew if he saw the bags hanging over him then he knew he had another day of pain to face.

Finally, the artists stopped and left the room. They returned with Sir Michael who closely inspected the work on the back of his body. They then lifted him up and turned him over. Placing him down on the table, Sir Michael inspected the rest of the work and nodded his satisfaction. The artists began to disassemble their equipment, clean their guns and clean up the room. Sean laid there wondering what was happening as he was still wearing the noise cancelling headphones.

After the artists had left the room with their equipment, Sir Michael removed the headphones and leaned over Sean and told him that the work was done and the tattoo was complete. He told Sean that the drugs would be continued for a few more days to allow the tattoo to heal but the worst was over. He replaced the headphones and left the room.

The days were long and Sean was screaming from boredom but finally the day arrived. Four days after the ink was finished, Sir Michael told Sean that no more drugs were going to be put in his system and that in a day or so he would have full control over his body again. After feeding and hydrating him he left Sean to recover.

By the next morning Sean was wide awake and struggling against the restraints trying to get loose. Sir Michael and the slave entered and Sir Michael told him that he would soon be released but first a couple of things needed to be done. First, the heavy breathing tube was disconnected from the respirator which was still breathing for Sean and then it was slowly pulled from his throat. Sean coughed and gasped as his body began breathing on its own for the first time in several weeks. Then the feeding tube was slowly pulled out which caused Sean to sneeze as it slide out of his nostril. Then the balloon on the catheter was deflated and the catheter was slowly pulled from Sean’s cock. For the first Sir Michael picked up a stainless steel collar that appeared to be a solid round ring of steel. The collar appeared to be made from a single piece of round bar stock. Sir Michael picked up a small special tool and opened the collar and showed it to Sean. Telling Sean he had to nod his head if he agreed to wear the collar. Sean nodded and Sir Michael put the collar on and snapped it closed. The collar was once again in all appearance a solid ring but rode low on Sean’s throat and would not be seen if Sean wore a shirt and tie at work.

Sir Michael then began to work on Sean’s cock and balls. He picked up a curved steel tube lined with rubber and quickly slide Sean’s cock into it. Then the slave lifted up Sean’s back and slipped a steel band lined with rubber under him and then brought the two side up and around Sean’s waist. After Sir Michael had worked Sean’s now tubed cock and his balls through the steel back plate, the slave snugged the belt down to the back plate. The Sir Michael put on the front cover and quickly closed the cover and locked it. Sean was now locked in a Carrera heady duty full coverage belt. The built in locks had 2 high security keys both of which were on Sir Michael’s key ring along with the keys to the same belt that the slave had been locked into several years ago.

Telling Sean to obey and be quiet, the restraints were unlocked and removed. The slave assisted Sean to sit up and swing his legs over the edge of the table. Sean’s head spun as it was the first time he had actually moved in nearly 3 weeks. After a few minutes Sean was helped to stand and was walked over to a full length mirror on the wall. He looked at his reflection and immediately began to cry as he saw what was now permanently applied to his body. Sir Michael asked what was wrong and Sean told him that he was just overwhelmed with everything. He stared at his reflection and then compared his ink to the ink the slave wore and that of his Sir and realized that the 3 designs complimented each other and enhanced their bodies. The art was designed to maximize the build and structure of their bodies while the design reflected the artistry of the design. Nowhere in the ink was there any skin showing and he now wore an entire suit of ink.

Sean was then taken to the main level and shown to a bedroom and told to lay down and rest. Since he had been locked in a single position for several weeks just being able to move and walk again felt so good but he needed rest as his mind was still overwhelmed and tired from the non stop pain and terror he had gone through. This had been the most intense extreme bondage scene and it had been combined with an intense S/m scene. The constant pain of the tattoo caused by the guns injecting ink into his skin was the most and prolonged pain he had ever experienced. It was like all of the skin on his body was on fire at the same time. When the guns were working they felt like knives slicing open his skin. The pain combined with the paralysis had been extreme but he had survived and proved his worth to his new Sir. He reached up and felt the stainless steel collar he now wore and realize it felt completely solid and he could not find the hinge even though he knew there was one. The collar along with the heavy steel chastity belt he was now locked in really brought it home to him that he was now a full time submissive and belonged to Sir Michael. He laid down on the bed and shifted carefully as his skin was still extremely tender and his whole body still throbbed from the residual pain of the tattoo. He fell asleep almost immediately as his mind simply shut down from exhaustion.

During the day, the slave looked in periodically on the sleeping boy as ordered. If the boy began to show any signs of distress or infection he was under orders to call his Master immediately. As the day passed, Sean continued to sleep and was left undisturbed. Sean slept through the day, the night and the following morning woke up about 9am when the smell of fresh coffee triggered his response to the smell. He woke up and stretched, this caused some pain as his skin stretched and cause some of the dry damaged skin to crack and peel. He winced from the pain and sat up and decided he was extremely hungry. He got up and walked out of the room and went to the kitchen where he found his Sir sitting at the table after finishing his breakfast. Seeing Sean enter he ordered his slave to prepare Sean’s breakfast and ordered Sean to sit down on his right. Sir Michael turned to his new boy and asked how he was feeling. Sean replied that he felt much better but his skin was cracking and was extremely tender. His Sir explained that was normal and all of the skin would soon flake off leaving new fresh skin underneath which would expose the true colours of the tattoo.

Sir told Sean that the collar was permanent and would remain on as long as Sean remained his boy. Then Sean was told the chastity belt was also permanent and would remain on and once a month the belt would be removed and his cock/balls and crotch would be inspected for sores, cleaned, shaving done and then the belt would be put back on. Subs did not need access to their cocks as they did not fuck as they were the ones who were fucked. This would keep Sean focused on the needs of his Sir.

Sean thanked his Sir for the incredible tattoo and for the most intense and prolonged scene he had ever experienced. The nearly three weeks of total paralysis had been extremely intense and the fact that his own body had been turned into the restraint system was so fucking intense. It felt like his own body had been turned against him and that had been the hardest thing to deal with. Knowing that he was totally trapped inside his body, awake, feeling but not able to even twitch a finger or even blink his eyes was extremely frustrating and have been a 3 week experience in absolute terror. He told his Sir that he used to listen for the sounds of the respirator just to know that he was still alive and breathing. The terror was that if the power failed or the respirator failed then he could not even breath for himself and would have suffocated. Combined with the overwhelming pain from the four tattoo guns working on his skin at the same time just combined to overwhelm his mind and at times he admitted that his mind seemed to teeter of the brink of totally collapsing which just added to the terror.

Sir Michael smiled and told Sean that he had known that he would survive as he was tough and he had now proved his worth. In a few days once he had healed up, the three of them would head to the bar but this time all three of them would be in leather shorts and boots. Sean would be on a leash but no restraints but the the slave would be muzzled and fist mitts locked on. It would be the first time that all 3 men would be seen this way and the ink would be on show.

The next few days passed slowly as Sean was still under orders to rest and let his skin heal. On the Friday, he showered and the final parts of the damaged skin came off in the shower as he scrubbed his skin. Afterward he told his Sir that his skin had healed, his Sir confirmed that tonight they would head out. In the evening after dinner, the three men prepared. Sir Michael pulled on a pair of tight leather shorts, and a bulldog harness, then put on tactical boots, and short gloves along with a wrist wallet. Telling Sean to put his boots as the chastity belt would provide street legal coverage for the boy. The slave was locked in its muzzle and the fist mitts put on and locked. Leashes hooked to both collars and the three of them headed to the bar. After parking a block or so away, the three men got out and Sir Michael tugged on the leashes and his boy and slave followed him to the Eagle. The people walking by them stared at the three men and the full ink they wore. The visual image was intense as it was rare to see men wearing full body ink. They arrived at the bar and the doorman greeted them and stared as they walked past him. He had no idea that Sir Michael had so much ink as he usually was in full BLUF gear. Combined with the ink on the bodies of Sean and the slave created an intense sexual image which made him as hard as a rock.

Sean felt so fucking proud as he had survived the hardest session of his life and proved his worth to his new Sir. He proudly stood behind his Sir showing that he was now the property of Sir Michael and that the combined image of the three of them would create an extremely erotic image. The evening passed quickly and finally the three of them returned to Sir Michael’s home. Sean fell asleep beside his new Sir and snuggled up against him their tattoos merging together as the two men slept and the slave slept in its cage.

 

The End

Metal would like to thank the author, Rubrpig, for this story. If you enjoyed please definitely leave feedback in the comments section.