By Mister-X/Spartan

Day 3.

When Master Leach returned the next morning, I was ready to get out of that cell. That had been something else to go through. I had come here wanting to be physically challenged by being bound, and my time in this cell had done that. I’ve had a lot of experiences in my life, but nothing like this one. I had gotten no sleep last night. I was still struggling with my breathing. My cock had loved it, having erupted three times, though being severely punished each time. It was truly a sadistic experience master had put me through, and I was ready to be released.

First was to remove that thin bar that was restricting my breathing. I breathed a sigh of relief when that was gone. After that, it was just removing all the locks that connected my side chains to the cell. Freed from those, he inched me out of the cell and helped me to sit down in the transport chair, bending my knees and elbows, the only part I could move, with all those locks reconnected again. Covered by the blanket, I was wheeled back up to the main room. As he was removing those locks, he said “after the usual morning routine, we’ll go out riding today. After your day in that cell you need a break. Did you enjoy your time there?”

I nodded my head up and down. “You did? That’s great! That’s my favorite device to put someone in. I’m glad you liked it. I’d like to have you return for more if you’d like. Just thinking about you struggling down there, I jacked off last night. That doesn’t happen often for me.”

After the usual warming, exercises which I appreciated more than usual, food and shower, the routine I’d started to become accustomed to, he removed my hood and cuffs so I could get dressed in my leathers again. It was the first time since I’d arrived that I had use of my eyes. I was still gagged, had the butt plug up my ass, my cock was in its spiked sheath, I had that thick, heavy metal collar on, and my nipples were clamped. My leathers went over all of these, the neck part having been made with a series of snaps, depending on how tight I wanted it to be. Finally I put my helmet on. It was a very tight fit over the gag, but since there was no lock at the back, I was able to get it on. He showed me a mirror, and I couldn’t see any sign of what was underneath my leathers. I was ready to go for a ride.

We went together. The weather had turned cloudy, but it wasn’t snowing and the wind wasn’t blowing. But it was still cold there in all that snow. I wondered where we would be going. After going back down to the highway, we turned right and started continuing up. I hadn’t been up this way before, and I was interested to see the country. We at first climbed to the top, and then headed down a little to a valley. The whole valley was at a higher elevation and was snow covered. After riding through this area, we went up again to another top and down to yet another valley. This one was larger, and was lower down. We finally dropped out of the snow.

When we came to another road we turned right and rode on for a distance. Finally Master Leach pulled off at a little café. He told me to keep my helmet on, but he took his off. We went inside. The guy behind the counter looked up and said “ah, welcome back Master Leach. I see you have another one. Go ahead to your usual table. No one else can see you there.” He winked at me.

We walked around a corner and went into a back table, which was positioned around another corner. He motioned for me to sit in the back corner, and he cuffed my hands behind my back in those rigid cuffs again. The proprietor was soon by and gave Master Leach a menu. He winked at me again before walking away.

Master Leach was engrossed in the menu, and finally decided what he wanted for lunch. When the proprietor returned, he had a glass of water and a glass of yellow liquid which filled only about 1/3 of the glass. I figured I knew what that was. The proprietor had a big smile when he saw me looking at the glass which he put in front of me. After Leach had ordered and the proprietor had left to fix it, Leach got up, picked up the glass that was in front of me, and left the table. When he returned the glass was almost full. He set it down in front of me again and said “that’s your meal. You’ll have to drain it.”

When the proprietor returned with Leach’s meal, he set it down in front of him. Then he got behind me and removed my helmet. He unstrapped the gag and tilted up the glass for me to drink from. I took a sip, and tasted the acrid taste. I could also smell what it was that I was drinking. The proprietor said “c’mon, drink up. It’s the best quality you can get.” I wrinkled my nose and started swallowing. The proprietor only put it down after I had drained the glass.

After it was finished, the proprietor strapped the gag back on and put my helmet back. He reached down between my legs and felt where my cock was. He looked at Master Leach and asked “spiked?”

“Of course.”

“Did this one like your cell?”

“Yes. He’s the first one who liked it.”

“Excellent! So you’ll be having me pick him up to experience mine soon. Let’s see which one he prefers.”

“I bet he prefers mine.”

“And I’ll bet he prefers mine. How much you want to wager?”

“How about I get your slave for a day if I win, and you get this guy for a day if you win.”

He looked at me and said “you’re on. As you know, I close on Tuesdays. So I’ll be by tomorrow.” There was the sound of the door opening and someone coming in, so the proprietor left us. I wondered what I was in for tomorrow. If it was on a par with Master Leach’s cell, then I was looking forward to it. My cock started stirring at the thought.

After Leach finished lunch he removed the cuffs from me, left money on the table, and we left. I looked at the proprietor as we were leaving, and when he saw me looking at him, he winked at me again. We got on our bikes and started heading back the way we came. But this time when we got to the intersection where we’d turned right in that larger valley, we headed straight instead. We continued on for about the same distance as we’d gone the other direction to the café before we pulled off onto a side road. We headed up this one, past some houses, and finally to a lonely farming area. We stopped at a house that I noticed didn’t have any neighbors for a mile or so. There were a couple of cars parked outside.

Again Master Leach told me to keep my helmet on and stay on my bike as he took his off and went up to the door. The guy that answered it greeted Master Leach as an old friend. Then he looked over at me. Master Leach motioned for me to enter the house, and the three of us went inside, the door closed behind us. There was a little area there that was separate from the main house. Immediately I was told to put my hands behind my back. Quickly they were cuffed with those rigid cuffs that master had brought along. Then my helmet was removed and my head was soon back in that leather hood again. Only then was I taken inside the house.

After my leather pants were lowered down I was taken to what must have been a saw horse. I was laid down on the top of it, the handcuffs were removed, and my arms pulled down to the bottom of the front legs, where my wrists were relocked to cuffs attached to each of the legs. My legs were then locked to cuffs at the bottoms of the rear legs. A strap was put around my stomach and pulled tight to make me attached to the saw horse. A chain was brought down from the ceiling and locked to the ring at the back of my collar. My head had to be pulled back for this to happen. I realized that the purpose was to expose my ass and my mouth.

Very soon I felt someone pull out my butt plug. He got on my back and mounted me. I felt the unmistakable feeling of a cock entering my ass, one that was hard. It didn’t take long for it to erupt. I figured it had been looking forward to my visit, and had already gotten hard in anticipation. After that person got off, I felt another get on. I soon had the same experience. Apparently master had called these guys and told them that I was coming, so they could be cumming.

After these two were finished, a third one got on and started in. When he was finished, the four of them adjourned to another room. I was left as I was. One of the questions I heard master ask in the adjacent room was “how many more are coming?” I wondered the same thing. I didn’t hear the answer.

I was kept strapped there for a few hours. It was not an easy position to be in, with my head forced back like it was with that heavy collar around my neck. At least I didn’t have anything restricting my breathing. Finally I started hearing the sound of a car driving up, people getting out, and the front door opening. After introductions were completed, I heard more come into the room.

The first guy wanted to use my mouth instead of my ass. So my hood was pulled up to my nose and my penis gag was removed, replaced with a ring gag. I soon had a cock to lick and suck to try to get hard so it could erupt down my throat. While I was doing this I felt another one enter into my ass. I was having to work two ends at once, something I had done before. But then I got a surprise. One of the guys said “I know this guy. His name is Burke Anderson.”

He was right, that was my name. I didn’t recognize his voice, though. But that shocked me. Here I was servicing someone I didn’t know, but who knew me. My master wasn’t pleased at having my name mentioned. I had thought that I would be anonymous on this trip, and my master had tried to ensure that this would be the case, and here this guy blurted out my name. It kind of ruined things for me for a while. It took my attention off my licking and sucking this other guy’s cock, and he finally said something to get me to focus my attention again on him.

Normally servicing two guys at once would get my cock excited and erupting as well, but it was forced under me by my position on this saw horse. I preferred master’s bench to this. After these two guys had gotten their rocks off, I heard another car drive up and more people come in. I figured there was only one reason they came here, and I was it. I was right. I had three more to service. And by then the first two were ready again. By now my ass was full of seed. It was starting to get messy back there. They had to take some time to wipe my ass clean before the next guy entered it.

Soon there was the smell of cooking. The owner of the house apparently was used to feeding large numbers of people at his home. I finally heard the sounds of everyone leaving and going to another room, the penis gag strapped back, my hood lowered back down after the chain attached to my collar was removed. I was thankful for that. I heard the sounds of silverware against dishes, and figured they were having dinner. But not me. I don’t get either lunch or dinner. I knew I wouldn’t be fed.

After dinner they went into another room and gathered around a fire, visiting. I was left alone at first, but soon they started coming back in to visit me, one at a time, the chain reattached and the penis gag removed. After more servicing, master said that it was time for us to leave, and I was removed, the ring gag finally removed and the penis gag back in. The ride back was at night, and was colder. By then I knew the way, so I didn’t have a problem driving at night. Fortunately the deer were not out on the road.

Back at the cabin meant being strung up again. But this time I was put into a spread eagle, my wrists lifted individually apart by chains and my ankles, as usual, cuffed to a spreader bar. It was a different stressful position to be in, one I’d been in before, though not for the night. I wondered what the proprietor’s cell was going to be like. My cock was stirring at the thoughts I had of what I was going to be experiencing the next day.

 

To be continued …