By ty dehner

Things were silent as I was chained over Master Kevin’s bike and left with a stranger in my own living room. Encased in full leather, including my head I can’t speak, I can’t see and I am helpless with this guy. Slowly he moves behind me and he finds a zip in the leather pants that I didn’t know existed. It exposes my ass.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, pig. I don’t give a shit what your Master says, he isn’t here and I make my own rules.”

Without warning he pushes his hard dick into my dry ass and I moan loudly into the hood. He uses me hard and he takes his time punishing my asshole. But if he thinks I’m going to spill the beans for that he is mistaken. I’m pissed that he broke Master’s rules but I won’t be giving into him. His fucking of me lasts a while until he reaches climax and must shoot his load into me.

He collapses on my back and talks to me.

“Just filled your ass with my cum shithead. Be glad you are in that hood or I would make you clean my cock off. But that isn’t the punishment and torture you were expecting. I know you are prepared for intense treatment. Guess what that isn’t my style.”

Slowly he pulls out and I feel a bit of the cum spill out of my ass. I hear him go to his bag and soon he is inserting something into my ass. I feel something inflate and it seals my asshole. Then he is quiet. Soon he returns and I feel my ass filling again with liquid. He is going to give me an enema.

“Get this shithead, your torture is going to slow and painful. I’m going to keep adding more liquid in you slowly. Some of it is going to have shit in it that is going to fuck up your guts. You’re going to feel cramps and pain. You’re going to want to shit it out, but you’re plugged and nothing gets out. Good luck with how it goes. I’m going to take a ride for a while and get me some beers. I might even add those. Just think of this you piece of shit, you’re chained where you are with no escape and I’m taking the keys with me. Even if your Master returns, he can’t release you. The only way you get out of your pain and suffering faggot is by giving me the information you know you want to give me.”

I feel more liquid going in and my guts expanding and damn if it doesn’t hurt. I struggle a bit in the chains but I know that it won’t really do anything. In this position with my stomach pressed on the seat of the bike I really am going to feel this. I feel him zip the leather pants close over my ass and give me a few swats. Things are quiet as I sit still to see if I can hear what he is up too. That is when I hear his bike start and I realize he really is leaving me. Trapped in chains, filled and hurting like crazy.

My back and legs are in pain and I’m not sure if it is a sun burn or all the beatings I’ve taken from the various floggers, whips and paddles. I have never been used so intensely and by so many men. As I remain attached to the steel cross I await the voice of my Master. I know he has been pleased by my performance and devotion to him to allow these other men to use me as the object I am. As I wait cold water is hose on me and while it stings it is soothing to my skin. I am going to feel this for a long time and I know that I will most likely spend tonight encased as I usually do on my back in my container.

The hosing stops and I remain locked to the cross. Part of me just wants to collapse to the asphalt of the street but I keep myself at attention ready for when Master Kevin decides to let me go. The drying of the water feels nice especially when a breeze comes through the crowd. I remind myself that I am naked and restrained in front of thousands and thousands of leather men. I haven’t seen much as Master hooded me when we arrived, then put me in the steel helmet before restraining me to this cross. How many have taken photos of my, how many have touched me. How many hot cops in leather, or bikers or rubber pups have seen me being used all in the service of being my Master’s property.

All these thoughts come to an immediate end when I hear my Master’s voice through the helmet.

“Pig, you have amazed me today by taking all that you were given. I know you wanted to prove your loyalty to me and you have done so. You take everything I provide you with fucker. A year ago you were challenged and you didn’t hesitate. I really didn’t know if you could deal with all this today but fuck pig my cock has been wanting to rip out of the leather I am wearing to fuck you ass and drop my seed deep in you.’

He pauses as his leather gloved hand strokes by drying abused skin and makes it way to my ass. He gently presses on the metal plug that he shoved up there last night.

“Pig, there is something I want to do with you but it will go beyond all these I’ve done to you. But if you allow me to do it you will show your true submission to me. I want that so much and I wouldn’t never have thought I could do this but you empower me pig. You fucking get that, you are building me as much as I am taking from you!”

He presses a bit more on the plug and I being to understand what he wants to do.

“I gotta step away fucker. Right now, you have so much power over me, but I realize that I can do anything to you, anything and you will worship me during and after. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

With that his voice trails off and I feel his leather gloved hands leave my body.

The bullwhip strikes my back and I scream into the leather hood and metal helmet.

The feeling of liquid moves through my guts and is pressed into me by the seat of Master Kevin’s motorcycle which I am securely chained over. I don’t know how long it has been that the guy that Master Kevin allow into my home left me full of liquid thought several enemas. There is something in this liquid that is playing with my mind and I have been passing out at times. It is hard to stay awake. My ass is pressing to push out the plug but the leather covering my ass will not allow that. I moan in the hood and test the chains that I know I can’t break.

My suffering broken with the sound of a motorcycle. Frankly I hope it is Master Kevin and not that other guy. I decide to lay still and await to hear who might be returning. I hear the boots on the floor approaching me. Whoever it is walks around but says nothing.

“Hey pig.”

It is Master Kevin and I am so excited. I feel his gloved hand stroke my back.

“I see that not much has been done to you and looks like he left you as is.”

I struggle in my bondage as I’ve not been left alone and am suffering as my guts rumble and want to burst. Then I realize that if the guy left with all his gear and my ass is zipped up Master doesn’t know as he can’t see anything wrong with me. I struggle as hard as I can in my internal pain and yell into the good trying to get Master’s attention.

“Settle down pig. You’re not getting out right now. I had a great ride but needed some dinner so I brought some home with me. Too bad you can’t eat. When I’m done I’ll think about what to do with you. After all you still owe me some information.”

Master taps my back and then I feel nothing. I have to keep up the struggling and maybe Master will understand what is going on. I realize that that guy really did set me up to be fucked and suffer more than any whipping. I can’t let my Master know anything about what I’m dealing with and he can’t see it. He just thinks I am in the same shape as when he left.

I shake my body as much as I can, causing more stress in my gut and wanting to push that plug out of my ass. My screaming into the hood obviously sounds like nothing. All my struggling and noise of the chains makes Master Kevin upset and he takes out his flogger and tells me to settle down and strikes me hard with his flogger. But I can’t, I need him to know what is happening inside me! I am almost in tears as he continues to beat me.

“This is not acceptable slave. You are a fucking object and you need to calm down. You have spent longer time in restraints so I don’t understand why you are behaving like this.”

He strikes my ass and I scream into the hood. I push my ass up to draw attention to it.

“Fuck slave, stop it. I am going to tan your ass.”

He stops the flogging and I feel his hand on my ass as he starts to unzip it. He pulls it down and sees the plug in my ass.

“Pig, what is this? Is this what is causing you pain?”

I stop struggling and nod my head yes. I feel Master’s gloved hand gently feeling out the plug.

“Did he fuck you pig?”

I shake my head yes.

“Fucking asshole. No one fucks you unless I give my permission. Are you full of his cum?

I respond in the affirmative. Master starts to pull on the plug and I shake my head in the negative and yell into the hood for him to stop. I don’t want my guts to spill all that is in me all over Master. He pauses and gently rubs my ass.

“Not sure what he did pig. Did he fill you up? Enema?”

I shake my head yes knowing that relief is just moments away.

“What a devious fucker. OK pig. We’ll release you and get you to the bathroom.”

The release can’t come fast enough as it involves Master removing all the locks from the chains and slowly he brings me up and leads me to the bathroom still in shackles and hooded. He has me stand in the shower and works the plug out of my ass.

“Wait until I get out of here pig.”

Master steps out of the shower shutting the door. He gives me the word and the relief is awesome as I spill my guts out of my ass. I realize I am messing up my leathers. But right now I don’t care ass another wave comes spilling out of me.

I am laying on the floor on my back still hooded and shackled, all cleaned out and resting. Master is eating his dinner. I am taking in the feeling of my leathers and my position of serving this great Master. I know when he is done he is going to ask for my passwords. I am so torn to give this much power to him but I know I really don’t have a choice. I can’t go back to my old life. I was meant to be owned by a Man, to serve and worship. And Master Kevin is the only one I can trust to train me as I need to be trained.

Master pulls on the heavy steel collar lifting me off my back and to my feet. He leads me back to his bike and bends me back over into the same position as before. We works the chains back into position and in moments I am locked securely on his bike.

“Pig I think you know what needs to happen and I believe you are ready to take one more step into your complete submission to me. Let it go slave, you know you are meant to be owned by only me and you really have no choice to return to your old life.”

He works the zipper on my ass down and slowly works his gloved hand over my ass.

“Squeeze your ass if you are ready to provide me what I require slave.”

There is that moment of my life passing before me and the wonder of what will come when I do this. Then I squeeze my ass. He taps my ass lightly. He comes around to my head and I feel the toe of his boot tap my head as it leans over the seat of Master’s motorcycle.

Through the hood I speak slowly and provide him the passwords to my banking and other financial accounts.

My ass is open and available as I am in steel bondage. I feel Master’s cock slowly touch it with a bit of pre-cum allowing it to slide on my skin. His gloves hands grab my waist and with a slow yet powerful thrust he enters his slave’s ass with only the pre-cum as lube. His arms reach up around my shoulders and he pushes full in. Here I am secured to this iron cross in front of thousands as my Master shows his complete ownership of me his property.

The bike rocks a bit as he being to find his rhythm of fucking his leather encased toy. Taking things slowly he pulls out, then pushes in the entire length of his cock while his gloves hold me steady. Though the hood I can hear him moaning with pleasure as he now has complete ownership of me.

Sweat is soaking the leather hood locked on me as the steel helmet is heading up in the blazing sun. The marks from the flogging the whippings are stinking as the sweat slides down my barren back yet Master just uses his object. He whispers to me that there is an audience and he is actually getting harder. He never thought of himself as an exhibitionist, but he loves showing all this guys that he owns me and that I will do whatever you demand. With that he pushes harder and gets a reaction from the crowd that I can hear through the helmet.

Master lays on my back so I can hear him as he continues to fuck harder and harder. He reminds me that I his now and I will never be free again. That in two days we will return to California and I won’t be leaving his site or his bondage ever again. There will be long periods of isolation as I will learn what being an object truly is. As he says this I realize that I am getting hard in the cage that he locked on me. I haven’t shot in a while and this is truly frustrating for me. I am pretty sure he will explode soon and fill my ass with his sperm.

Some of the guys might notice me thrusting my hips to try to get hard as Master uses me in this public place. But being locked up like I always am I have not hope of release. Master increases the tempo and I know he must be getting close. As he does get close he invites other guys with gloves to come up to me and they start slapping me all over. The sensation is overpowering as I am being beat by a great deal of men and Master is fucking me as they slap. Master yells out with power as he explodes in my ass, slamming as hard as he can.

Master pulls on the chain on my neck chocking me as he pushes himself over the edge and shoots his load deep into this leather encase toy. In a moment, he lays quietly as I feel his weight on me and I feel safe and secure. Slowly he pulls out and slides the plug back into my ass. He zips up the leather pants and works the chains to release me. He helps me to lay down and he lays down next to me. We roll over and hug each other. He holds me tight and whispers in my ear…

The guys stop striking me and give us space as Master releases some piss into me on top of his cum. He strokes my back with his gloved hand as he pisses. When finished he inserts a plug and then works to release me from the iron cross. For the first time in hours I am free. He doesn’t remove the helmet or the hood. Leading me forward he takes me to what must be a tent that has an inflated mattress. He puts me down and he comes down next to me. I feel his leathered body against my skin and he holds me tight. Thought the helmet I hear…

“I love you slave.”

 

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Metal would like to thank the author, ty dehner, for this story!