By Rubrpig

As usual, the author is in Wescos, nipple clamps, body harness, and a locked posture collar.  It is also still locked in a chastity belt, and it has been locked up for 3 years.

Roger was sitting in front of his laptop getting increasingly frustrated as the code he was working on just wasn’t working out.  Sighing, he stood up and stretched.  As usual when working on coding at home, he was wearing a heavy leather jock strap and a fully body harness.  To add some incentive, he had put on a pair of eagle talon nipple clamps and a 1-ounce weight on each clamp just to make sure the clamps dug in deeper into his pierced nipples.  He looked around his apartment and decided what he needed to do was get out and relax.  He quickly logged onto the Eagle’s website to check out what was happening there and saw that it was a Leather and Cigar night.

He headed to his bedroom and removed the nipple clamps, and grunted as the pain slammed into his nipples as blood flow came back into them after the 4 hours, he had been wearing them.  He stripped off his leather jock and then removed the heavy harness.  He walked into bathroom and turned on the water to warm it up and once it was, he turned on the diverter, bending over, he shoved shower shot in his asshole and grunted as his guts filled up with water, as once his gut swelled, he pulled the shot out of his hole and stood up and moved over to the toilet and waited till the cramps hit and then sat down and expelled the water.  He repeated the douche 3 more times and the water coming out of his ass was clear.  He walked back into the shower, and turned the diverter off and adjusted the water till it was hot and had a shower.  He lathered up his head and shaved the stubble, so his head was smooth.  Then he used shampoo to shampoo his thick dark beard.  He then soaped up and scrubbed his heavy muscled furry body.

He toweled off and when he was dry, he walked into his closet.  He grabbed a light leather zippered jock and pulled it on.  He grabbed his Langlitz breeches and pulled the heavy quilted breeches over his muscled furry legs and did them up.  He took the wide heavy belt for them and pulled it through the belt loops.  He sat down and pulled on a pair of heavy boot socks and then put on his 3 buckle Wescos big boss boots and tightened the straps.  As it was a warm night, he decided to just put on the cross strap of his Sam Browne over his bare chest.  He put on his Langlitz padded columbia jacket and pulled on a pair of short tight police gloves.  He grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out to the Eagle.

Walking up to the Eagle he smiled as his buddy Eric was working the door.  The two men stood and chatted for a few minutes.  Roger gave his buddy a hug and then headed into the bar.  Walking through the bar to the patio, he spotted a few men that did interest him so he thought that it just might be a good night after all.  There was a good crowd of leather men and boys already in the bar and it was still early.  He walked out onto the patio and looked around.  Heading for the bar, he grabbed a beer and walked around.  He noticed an older man sitting against the fence with a cigar clamped in his jaw.  He was wearing highly polished Dehners, Langlitz Rangers, leather shirt and tie and a padded columbia.  His cover set low on his head, so the edge of the brim just touched the bridge of his nose.  His salt and pepper beard was trimmed and shaped.

Roger felt his cock get hard, so he moved over near the man who was sitting alone quietly smoking.  He slowly approached him and quietly said, “Good Evening Sir.”  The man looked up at the bare-chested leather man standing quietly before him and nodded.  He looked him over and nodded his approval of the boots and leathers that the man wore.  He spoke, his deep voice rumbled out of his throat and took Roger by surprise.  He returned the greeting and told the man that his name was Roger.  The leather man nodded and told Roger that he should call him Master Marc.  Roger nodded and replied, “Yes, Master Marc, Thank you Sir!”

Master Marc indicated the spot beside him on his right and Roger moved over and sat down and his leathers creaked softly as he sat down.  He inhaled deeply so he could get a good whiff of Master Marc’s cigar.  Master Marc asked if Roger smoked to which Roger replied, he did not but he did enjoy the aroma of a good cigar.

The men chatted quietly for a few more minutes, and then Roger quietly asked, “Master Marc, may I serve you by taking care of your boots Sir!”  Master Marc nodded and pointed to his boots and nodded.  Roger quickly got down on his knees, and quickly began to lick and suck on the smooth polished leather of the boots.  He spent 10 minutes licking and sucking on the left boot, then sat up resting on his boot heels and waited for permission to move to the right boot.  Master Marc inspected his boot and nodded.

Roger leaned back down and worked on the right boot.  His cock was rock hard and pushing hard against the heavy leather of his breeches.  He finally finished the right boot and sat up on his heels and waited for approval.  Master Marc nodded and told Roger that he had done an excellent job.  He then told Roger to remain on his knees.  Roger nodded and waited quietly.

Master Marc looked at Roger and then at the tip of his cigar and the ash tip was building up.  Roger quietly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue waiting.  Master Marc smiled and leaned over and tapped the ash from the tip of his cigar onto Roger’s tongue.  Roger waited till Master Marc sat back and then when he nodded, Roger moved his tongue back into his mouth and swallowed the hot ash, savoring the gritty texture and taste of the ash.  Roger had been trained for several years as an ashtray but had not served as one for a while as he had not found anyone he wanted to serve, but there was something about Master Marc.

Master Marc locked the cigar back into his jaws and reached behind him and pulled out a pair of rigid Smith and Wesson cuffs.  He stood up and moved behind Roger and ordered him to put his hands behind his back. Roger quickly obeyed and felt the heavy cuffs being locked on and he shifted a little to get adjusted to his hands cuffed behind his back.  Roger knelt there and once the cuffs were on, and the locks set so they would not close further, he lowered his head and gazed at the patio floor.

Master Marc sat back down and looked over at the man who had just willingly became his ashtray.  He sat back and nodded, soon more ash had built up and he leaned forward.  Roger quickly opened his mouth and accepted the hot ash and then waited again for permission to swallow.  Master Marc asked who had trained him to be an ashtray and Roger quietly told Master Marc, that his former Sir had been a cigar man and had spent several years training Roger to be an ashtray and a pig for smoke.

After a while, Master Marc’s cigar had burned down to a stub.  He sat forward and slowly moved the cigar close to Roger’s right nipple.  He held it there as the heat from the tip caused Roger to wince from the heat.  The smell of burning fur soon drifted up.    Roger tried not to show any emotion or sign of pain, but he knelt quietly as Master Marc took control of him.  Finally, Master Marc stubbed out the cigar in an ashtray that was sitting on the bench beside him.

Master Marc stood up and told Roger to stand up.  Roger got to his feet and stood waiting.  Master Marc pulled a leather collar out of his back pocket and showed it to Roger. Roger bowed his head in acceptance and Master Marc bucked the collar on and padlocked it.  Roger shivered a little when he heard the padlock snap shut.  Taking a leash, Master Marc clipped it to the collar and the two men left the bar.

Master Marc told Roger that he lived several blocks from the bar, and they were heading there.  Roger nodded and followed, walking slightly behind his new Master on the right as he had been trained.  A few minutes later, they had entered the building where Master Marc lived and took the elevator to the tenth floor.  Getting off the elevator, Roger found that the elevator opened directly into the apartment which surprised him.

Master Marc shrugged off his jacket and hung it up.  He tugged on the leash, and they walked through the loft and into a large very well-equipped playroom.    He hooked the leash to a hook and unlocked the heavy cuffs.  He then ordered Roger to take off his jacket and hang it on the hook.  Roger obeyed and stood there quietly leashed, collared, his bare chest with the strap across his right shoulder, and his breeches and boots.

Master Marc took the leash, and they walked over to where several chains were hanging down.  He picked up a pair of heavy restraints and told Roger to stick out his hands, he put on the heavy cuffs and locked them.  Roger watched and was pleased that he had been told not to remove his gloves.  Master Marc took Roger’s right wrist and locked it to one of the chains and then locked the left one to the other chain.  He walked over and pressed a button and the chains tightened pulling Roger’s arms up and to the side, so he was in a partial spread eagle position.

He walked over to a large humidor and opened it.  Roger watched as Master Marc selected a cigar and prepared it by clipping the tip and striking a match lit the cigar carefully.  Walking back over to Roger, he blew the first smoke of the cigar into Roger’s face.  Roger inhaled deeply drawing the smoke into his mouth so he could taste it.

Master Marc then walked over to a rack of gas masks and selected a heavy gas mask full hood.  He walked back over and began working it over Roger’s head.  Roger felt the heavy rubber of the hood grab and slide over his shaved scalp and then the gas mask crushing into his heavy beard.  The lens of the gas mask were blacked out so Roger was now blind.

He stood quietly, listening to the hiss and click of the heavy gas mask as he breathed.  He then felt Master Marc fastening a hose to the mask as he felt the hose as it banged against his chest.

After a few minutes, the gas mask filled with dense smoke as Master Marc blew his smoke into the hose.  Roger groaned and shifted as he drew the heavy smoke into his lungs and then exhaled it.  Master Marc continued to fill the gas mask with smoke for the next hour or so until he finished the cigar.  By this time, Roger’s head was hanging down as he drooled inside the mask in total pleasure from all the smoke he had been fe

Master Marc stood watching Roger until he finished the cigar waiting for Roger to come around and regain awareness.  When Roger stood up straighter, Master Marc moved forward and triggered the winch lowering Roger’s arms.  He moved forward and unlocked the cuffs and removed them from Roger’s wrists.  He told Roger to stand still, and Roger nodded.

Master Marc moved over and picked up a heavy leather straight jacket and began pulling it onto Roger’s body.  Roger stood quietly as the heavy jacket was strapped tight and finally his arms were crossed and strapped down tightly.  Master Marc then worked the heavy rubber gas mask hood off Roger’s head.  Roger shivered as his sweaty head chilled as the air hit him.  Roger stood strapped up and watched quietly.  Master Marc picked up a bottle of water, held it to Roger’s lips and Roger drank deeply.

Master Marc asked Roger if he wanted to spend the rest of the night and if he did, he would then remain in the jacket and that a muzzle would be put on him as well.  Roger agreed quietly and Master Marc took down a heavy muzzle from the wall and put it on Roger, strapping it tight and padlocking it closed.  He then guided roger over to a large cage and helped Roger into the cage and locked it.  Telling Roger to try and sleep and that he would see him in the morning.  Roger nodded, the padlocks jangling on his muzzle.  Master Marc nodded and left the playroom, turning off the lights.  Roger shifted around and finally found a comfortable position and fell asleep.

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