By Mister-X/Spartan

Getting There.

Master Leach and I arrived at the last light before the road opened up. We were each on our motorcycles. We waited at the red. He gunned his engine, and I gunned mine. We were ready. When the light changed we both floored it.

I got out to a slight lead. As the miles went by I lengthened it. Finally I was clearly in front. That was when I slowed down enough for him to catch up. After all, he knew where we were going, and I didn’t.

I wondered whether I was doing the right thing. I’d seen Master Leach off and on at some of the get-togethers. He had a reputation for being extreme with his bondage. I liked that. I enjoy being physically challenged with bondage. He was a handsome enough guy and kept fit. But there was always this small indication in his eyes and mouth that he could be a hard man. I had a week off from work, and was heading for his cabin in the mountains to spend the week plus an extra weekend with him. I was looking forward to it, but also looked forward with some trepidation. After all, this was a risk I was taking. But I figured life was to be lived, and I’d take advantage of the opportunity to see if I liked being with him.

The air was turning cold as we started gaining altitude. I was wearing my thick leather custom-made suit, fit to be skin-tight everywhere except where the pants legs covered my boots. It kept me warm, but the air was getting under my chin. I had the suit made with a higher than normal collar, but it wasn’t high enough. I also don’t wear anything under my leathers, preferring the feel of leather against my skin. I shivered a bit. He probably didn’t have the cabin warmed up while he was away, so it was going to be a cold welcome. I looked over at him, but you couldn’t see anything through his helmet, just as he couldn’t see anything through mine.

We slowed down for the curvy road through the trees. Soon there was snow piled alongside the road. It got colder, and the road kept gaining in elevation. I was glad that I was completely covered in clothes. Finally we slowed down and turned off onto a side road. This one was not paved, so we had to go slow. We initially passed a couple of other cabins, both vacant, and kept going. The road started climbing again. After a distance with no other buildings, we pulled up to a cabin. It was a split level, set into the forest on a hillside, and we went to the top part. I noticed that this unimproved road did not continue beyond his cabin. We both got off our bikes. He had told me to bring nothing other than myself, so I had no belongings to bring inside. He also didn’t have any to bring in, since they’d already be inside his cabin.

We took off our helmets, and I immediately noticed the bitter cold. At the front door, he took my helmet and laid both down on the doorstep. He told me “I never bring anyone in who doesn’t have their hands cuffed, so hold yours out in front of you.” I obeyed, and soon had my wrists cuffed together in front of me, not too tight. These cuffs had a short chain connecting them. He handed me my helmet and unlocked the door.

As I had expected, the cabin was very cold. He turned on a light, and I looked around. The living room looked just like a dungeon. I could see why he didn’t allow anyone inside who wasn’t restrained. There were no windows in this room for anyone to look inside. He led me over to a hanging chain, lowered it by activating a hoist, and locked the connecting chain of my cuffs to it. He re-activated the hoist and I felt my arms being raised. When I was stretched taut with my hands high above my head, he stopped the hoist. He went over to his gear board.

He came back with a spreader bar which had large cuffs at each end. He cuffed one of my boots at the ankle and said “spread ‘em”. I started moving my booted feet apart, and soon was standing on the front parts of my feet. He kept pushing them further apart, until he was finally satisfied. He locked the other end of the spreader bar around my other booted ankle. He stepped back and took a look. He said, more to himself than to me, “that’s just right”. He made a mark for the chain. Then he went over to the gear board again.

This time he came back with a leather penis gag and a leather hood. The hood only had two little pinholes at the nostrils. “Open wide” came the next command. Soon I was gagged, sucking on the thick leather penis part, with my head tightly enclosed in the hood. I could hear his boots as he stepped back and stopped for a minute. He finally said “I love the way you fill out those leathers.” I heard him leave again and return. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a camera click.

I wondered how long I was going to be left like this. As if reading my thoughts, he said “this is your ‘bed’. You’ll be kept here spread standing every night. The only difference is that tonight you’ll be dressed. Enjoy it while you can.” Then I heard him walk away. I heard another door open and close, probably to his bedroom. After a while I heard no more sounds from him. I figured he’d retired in bed for the night.

This would be the first time I had ever spent the night standing stretched out. I didn’t get much sleep. I also started getting cold. I wondered whether the cabin would be kept like this for the rest of my stay here. At least I was dressed warmly, though not warm enough. A few of my muscles started complaining from the position I was in, but not too much. I had no trouble breathing through the pinholes. I’d done that before. I’d also spent a night before with a big leather penis gag in my mouth, so this wasn’t new to me. I wondered what lay ahead for me this week. He knew that I liked my bondage to be on the extreme side, and he’d said he’d try to accommodate me, but so far I haven’t been challenged.

 

Day 1

 

I finally heard some sounds of rustling. I figured it was morning. Then I heard a door open, followed by boot steps coming up to me. The zipper for my upper leathers was pulled down part way and the neck strap on the hood was undone. My gag was unstrapped, though kept in place, with the part of my suit around my neck opened. I felt him feeling my body around my chest. He pinched and twisted my nipples. Then I felt a paper tape being pulled around the upper part of my neck and yanked tight by pulling both ends. He left and his footsteps went over to the gear board.

Soon he was back and I felt a heavy metal collar being placed around my neck. He had to again pull the neck part of my suit away before he could finally get it in place. He couldn’t get it closed, and finally said “lift your head”. When I did I heard and felt the collar close and heard the sound of a lock clicking closed. When I lowered my head I found my chin resting on the collar, which also pressed down onto my collar bone. And I noticed how heavy it was, as well as how tight it was around my neck, pressing into my Adam’s apple. I felt my cock stirring. He managed to buckle the hood’s neck strap over the collar after he had strapped the gag back over the collar.

He left and returned from the gear board. I felt and heard a chain being attached to the front of the collar. When he dropped the chain it was so heavy that my head started dropping down. When I would flex my neck muscles to hold my head up my neck would push into the collar. I was beginning to get physically challenged.

He lowered the hoist and removed the cuffs. “Remove the upper part of your suit.” I obeyed as he was walking away to the gear board again. Soon he was back, and I felt some metal clamps being put on my nipples. They apparently had a connecting chain, but it was a short one, since my nipples were pulled out and toward each other with them on. I started noticing pain from that part of my anatomy. But this was also something I’d had done many times before.

Next was to cuff my wrists again and raise the hoist again. He undid the spreader bar and unclipped the ankle cuffs. He removed my boots after instructing me to lift one leg, then the other. Then he lowered and removed my leather pants. After this he reattached the spreader bar, tightening the cuffs around my ankles (I don’t wear socks when I put on my boots). Soon my feet were spread out and I was standing on my toes. I was still gagged and hooded.

Next I heard him go over to the gear board again. He returned and I first heard the whoosh shortly before I felt the impact on my ass. I moved a little and had to readjust my toes. He finally spoke, saying “this will be how you are warmed up every morning”. He continued after saying that. Soon my ass, back, and stomach must have been a bright red. The cabin was still cold, but I had gotten warm.

After this he removed the spreader bar and lowered the hoist. He removed the handcuffs. I was now free of restraints except for the heavy collar with the attached chain, the gag and hood. He told me “exercise time”.

I’ve got to hand it to him. He called out the exercises, and he did the same ones that he was having me do, despite his being about 20 years older than me. This included push-ups, jumping jacks, sit-ups, and weight lifting while lying on the floor. After these he pulled me over to a running machine, one of a pair apparently, and had us run a few miles as well. All of this was done while I was gagged and hooded. I’d never done exercises before while restrained like that. Also, it was strange doing all those while my nipples were clamped. That was my handicap to make up the 20 year difference in our ages.

After the exercises were done, he pulled me over to the gear board, got some rigid cuffs, and cuffed my hands behind my back in those. My arms were locked in place with those on. He took me back to the hoist again, attached the end of the collar’s chain, turned my collar around, and activated the hoist to raise the chain back up. When it was up to where I would have to be off my feet, he stopped it. Then he put the spreader bar on my feet again, spreading them out, which put me back onto my toes. Finished, he left.

Soon I could smell food cooking. I hoped that I would be able to eat. When I heard him return, I again heard the ‘clicks’ of a camera. Then he returned to the kitchen. Next I heard him come in to release me from the spreader bar and the hoist. He brought my collar back around to the front and pulled me by the chain into another room. My hands were still cuffed behind my back. When I was stopped, my hood was unstrapped and pulled up to where my mouth was uncovered, but my eyes were still covered. He said “if you talk, you get no food. Understand?”

After I nodded my head as best I could with that collar restricting my head movements, he unstrapped and removed my gag. He helped me to lie down on the floor, and said “there are two bowls in front of you, one with food and one with liquid. I’ll show you were they are. After he positioned me for my mouth to find the bowls, he said “you have ten minutes to eat and drink”. I heard him sit down and start eating. I started eating as best I could.

The food was tasty, freshly cooked. But the drink evidently was his piss. I’d drunk piss before, but I don’t like it. But I had no choice if I wanted any liquid. I got most of the food consumed in the ten minutes. I’m sure I made a mess of things. He wiped off my face and leather, and soon I was again gagged and hooded. He took me back to the hoist, and I was back to how I’d been before being taken in for breakfast. I heard him tidying up the dishes and floor in the kitchen.

I next wondered if I was going to be washed up. Again he anticipated me. He came back after tidying up, and after releasing me as he’d done when I’d been taken in for breakfast, I was taken into what apparently was the shower stall. My feet were locked to the sides of the shower. A plastic bag was put over my head with a couple of pinholes in the bag which lined up with the ones in my hood, a couple of short straws put through the holes for me to breathe through. The door was closed and the water was turned on. It came from various nozzles placed throughout the shower stall.

I would have enjoyed that shower if the water weren’t icy cold. All the heating up I’d done earlier was undone by that icy shower. I was shivering when it ended. At least I was clean. I was unlocked and left under a heat lamp to get dry. The heat lamp warmed me up again. Apparently I wasn’t to get my teeth cleaned or my chin stubble removed because I was brought back out to the living room again.

I was taken over to what appeared to be a fuck bench. I was placed down on it with the lock of my neck collar put through an opening in a raised part and locked to the other side. I tried, but couldn’t move my head. My knees were strapped to the bench. My ankles were brought back and cuffed to the bench. My wrists were finally un-cuffed and brought forward to be cuffed to the bench. My lower legs and arms were resting on the lower part of the bench. But the surprises were that there were holes for my nipples to fit through after the clamps were removed and reattached on the other side of the little holes, and for my cock and balls to be put through. He had to adjust their position to fit me, but soon they were fit properly. After my cock and balls were inserted and in place, he started working a butt plug into my ass.

I’d had a butt plug before, but never one this big. It took some time to get it worked in. I was unable to move from the locked position I was in, so all I could do was try to relax and take it in. Finally my sphincter accepted it and it was inside. Almost immediately my cock started getting erect, as the butt plug was touching my prostate. That’s when I found that he’d put my cock into a spiked sheath on the other side. As my cock got harder, the spikes started pressing in, and I started making sounds into my gag. I could hear him chuckling from the result of this.

After I settled down, accepting the pain as best I could, he started twisting a lever. I felt my wrists start to move forward and my ankles to move back. Apparently this bench was a modified rack as well. The lever also had the effect of making the holes smaller that my nipples, cock and balls went through, and the cuffs got tighter. The spikes dug in further. I was making more sounds into my gag.

After I’d been stretched out about as far as I could go, I started feeling some electricity in my ankles, wrists, neck and cock. It was pleasant at first, but that didn’t last long. Soon it was up to a painful level. I was trying to get off that damn bench, but I was locked onto it too well. I noticed that as long as I was yelling into my gag, my situation didn’t get any worse. It only got worse when I would start to calm down. So I kept yelling. The next sounds I heard were the familiar ‘clicks’ of his camera.

Finally I felt Master Leach get on me. He pulled out the butt plug, and I felt his erect cock start to replace the plug. His was about the same size. He grabbed my clamped nipples and started twisting them. My yelling, which had become more pretend than real, was back to being real again. He was developing a rhythm on his thrusts, and changed from twisting my nipples to pinching the holes closed that were over my nostrils.

I had always been turned on by breath control, and my cock started getting hard with that. My yells from the spikes in the sheath started becoming louder. As I was running out of air I started trying to move my head around to get him to let go, but I couldn’t move my head much in that collar and he held on tightly. We both erupted at about the same time. When he started erupting he let go of my nostrils, and I could breathe again. He also let out a loud yell when he erupted, as did I, but for a different reason.

After he finished he lay down on me. He started speaking to me. “You are one hot guy. I’m enjoying having you here. I hope you’re enjoying it, too.” I hadn’t thought about whether I was enjoying this stay. I had been focused primarily on what was happening to me, as well as dealing with the positions I’d been placed in. On thinking about it, I guess I was enjoying it. The treatment I was getting was what I came up here hoping to get.

When he got up he went into another part of the cabin. He returned with a flask which he placed under my cock and told me to pee. I complied as best I could. He then got the butt plug and worked it back into my ass. All during his fucking of me the electric current had continued, and with the butt plug being back in, it was back there as well. I noticed that my cock was still harder than it had been, even after erupting. The spikes seemed to continue affecting it.

Master Leach left the room again, and I figured he was fixing lunch. My sense of smell soon confirmed that conclusion. When he returned he decided to start warming me up again. My exposed ass was the focus of all the beatings. The hits on it while the butt plug was inside added to the pain. I was back to yelling again. After he left to check on his cooking, I wondered if I would have the pleasure of consuming lunch. But I later heard the sounds of him washing up after eating.

Finally the electricity was turned off and I started being removed from the bench. First my wrists were released and brought behind my back to be cuffed in those rigid cuffs again. He also got a belt and pulled it around my arms above my elbows, pulling it as tight as he could get it before buckling it. My neck, knees and ankles were then released from the bench. Care had to be taken to remove my nipples, cock and balls from their holes. Apparently a lever could be moved which enlarged the holes to get them out easier. My cock was still kept in the spiked sheath. Finally the belt around my arms was tightened further and buckled.

I was walked to another part of the room. There my ankles were cuffed together. I was resting on my lower legs and knees, with my upper legs and chest sticking up. A rope was attached to the back of my collar and pulled down and around my cuffed ankles to be brought back up. He pulled the rope to get my ankles and collar closer together. He put some force into it while holding me upright. It wasn’t long before I was bent back. When I was bent back far enough to satisfy him, now resting on my back side, he unbuckled the neck strap of the hood and brought it up to uncover my mouth. After the usual admonition to not speak, he removed the penis gag. I thought I was going to be given something to eat, but instead a ring gag was strapped on.

Soon I started feeling his cock entering my mouth. He reached behind my head and brought it up onto his cock. Further and further his cock went into my mouth, back to my throat, touching my epiglottis, and further inside. The penis gag wasn’t this long. I knew what to do. It certainly wasn’t the first time a man’s cock was inside my mouth. I licked and sucked. I started hearing his heavy breathing. I also felt his cock start to come alive. On and on I worked, and his cock started moving up and down with a rhythm. Finally it shot its load down my throat. Stream after stream of cum went shooting down.

As his cock had started getting ready to erupt I heard him say “yes, oh, yes, oh, yes”, until he finally yelled his approval when he erupted. Afterward he kept his cock in my mouth and ordered me to clean it off. I did what I could as he would bring it out a little at a time. Finally it was out and cleaned. He immediately strapped the penis gag back on, going through the ring gag. After this he lowered the hood down and buckled the neck strap again. I now had two gags in my mouth.

He turned me over onto my stomach and tightened the rope connecting my collar to my ankles, as well as tightening the belt around my arms above my elbows. I was bent back so far that my clamped nipples were not resting on the floor. I heard him leave the cabin. Soon I heard him return and drop some wood down. Apparently there was a wood stove in the cabin, and he intended to start a fire. I hadn’t even thought about the cold, but now I started noticing it.

It took some time, but I finally heard a fire take hold. It took more time, but I finally felt the cabin start to heat up. All this time I was bent back painfully. I again heard the familiar sounds of the ‘click’ of his camera. I wondered when I would be let out of this. The last sound I heard from him was when he left to go into the bedroom. I figured he had decided to get a nap after the exhaustion of erupting a couple of times in quick succession.

Several hours passed while I was bent back. My muscles had been complaining about this for some time. Finally he entered again and released me from that position. I was back to having my wrists cuffed in front of me, and was taken back over to the hanging chain. Soon I was back lifted up like I’d been before, only this time I wasn’t wearing my leathers or boots. With the spreader bar attached I was resting on my toes. He left me like this and I heard him go back to the bedroom. I figured I would be kept like this for the night. I was right.

 

To be continued …