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More With Jonas – Part 1

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“Your fucking life is over, gimp. You’ll never see the outside world again,” Jonas said. He had an evil grin on his face as he enjoyed telling me that I was going to be his captive forever.

I was trapped, speechless because of the inflated gag. My head was encased in heavy leather with a heavy padded hood and muzzle over that. The rubber dry suit that he had put me in a few days ago was filled with my sweat and piss. My ass was sore with the plug that he sat me on a day ago. After he informed me of my new state as his gimp, I struggled against the restraints and box that he had locked me in. I tried screaming into the gag, but there was no use to the effort. As I struggled it caused a sharp pain in my ass, and I stopped my struggle.

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I woke from my slumber realizing that I was still in the state Jonas had left me in after our time at the bar. My neck was stiff from being held up and not able to move for the hours that I’ve been locked in the box. I laughed at myself for the wild dream that I was having where I was going to be Jonas’s gimp boy. He never even had talked like that. But no doubt some of the piss I drank earlier was laced with beer, so my mind was in a different state.

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Jonas – Part 3

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It took a while but eventually the guys started showing up and needing to use the urinals. I think most were afraid to use an object like me, so it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Eventually a few guys did use me, one got off on kicking my balls and I ended up choking on his piss. Another poured his beer down the spout and into me. That started to give me a slight buzz. Sometimes a few guys must have been in line as the piss was flowing constantly, other times it was a long time between my use.

Eventually, I felt a pat on my head, and I heard Jonas voice. He let me know that I have been locked up as the urinal for 4 hours. He was going to release me so that I could enjoy some of the gathering. He mentioned it was a good crowd and he thought I would enjoy seeing all the guys in their gear. Slowly he undid the restraints and then removed the tape from the eyes of the hood. He helped me stand and all the sweat and piss in the suit ran into the boots. He then removed the straightjacket. I motioned my head wondering if he was going to remove the hood.

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Jonas – Part 2

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Lying on the bed in the rubber dry suit, hooded in rubber and in heavy iron shackles I just listened as I heard the garage door open, then close. Shortly after Jonas was standing over me. He had a heavy chain that is attached to the steel collar with a Master lock and tugged on it to get me off the bed. He smiled at me, “Oh you’re going to like what happens next boy.” He turned and led me down the hallway and into the garage.

Jonas had pulled his truck into my garage with the bed towards the door. He tugged on the chain and instructed me to climb into the back. I turned looking at him, questioning his order.

“Listen, you’re not in any real position to question anything I want you to do. You’re locked in that suit until I decide you will come out of it. So, get in the fucking truck bed on your back.”

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Jonas – Part 1

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You going to be home tonight? Was the text that came from Jonas.

I replied in the affirmative that would I be home. After a few moments he replied asking if I trusted him. I responded back that I did. There were a few moments, then a longer text.

So, I want to come over, but I want to see where you are in trusting me. At six o’clock I want you to leave your front door unlocked. Go to your bedroom, strip down until you are naked. Take your blind fold and put it on. Kneel in your bedroom, back to the door and handcuff your hands behind your back. Leave the key for the cuffs under the welcome mat.

That message really surprised me as we hadn’t done any bondage since we met. My dick grew a bit in my pants and before I thought too much about it, I agreed.

He responded with one last text. Good boy. I will be there after you have prepared, of course, you won’t know exactly when. That struck me, yes, I wouldn’t know when he was there until he came in my bedroom.

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The Ride

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I woke with the familiar smell of the barn that I sleep in. In the corner is a corral that Boss Kevin has customize for his property, me. I roll off my back onto my elbows and knees. Many months ago, Boss decided I will be his horse. It has been a challenge, for during the week I have a full-time job, but it is a work from home position, so Boss is able to control me completely.

This Saturday morning, I can see the small window on the side of barn that allows the morning sun to shine in. The layers of suits I am locked in start with a layer of Under Armor that is followed by a heavy rubber suit with openings for my cock, balls and ass. Next a rubber hood that has a gag that fills my mouth with a tube leading into the gag. My cock is trapped in a heavy Carrera bondage chastity device. A plug fills my ass and is locked under the rubber.

The final layer is heavy brown leather horse suit that keeps my arms and legs bent and is pretty much one piece. There is lacing on it for Boss to tighten it. The knee and elbow parts of the suit have heavy rubber pads that allow me to walk with my elbows and knees and not feel too much. The thick rubber is shaped like horse hooves and even have the iron horse shoes on the base. There is a horse shaped hood that goes over a leather hood, which is laced on. He doesn’t have me sleep in the horse shaped hood. The laces and zipper lock and Boss doesn’t use small locks they are heavy Master locks.

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Over the Line – Part 5: Touchdown

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I wake slowly, out of the darkness I feel someone spit on my face. It doesn’t roll down, it just stays there, and as I focus I see the blue eyes of my Linebacker. My throat is raw as I try to reach for him but find my hands are still bound behind me. My Sir’s face is bloodied. I try to speak but can’t for I’m still gagged.

“Pig,” he gently smiles and then stands, and I see a booted foot swing over me as Sir kicks the oncoming cowboy. Struggling my body around I see more of the barn, two of the cowboys are out cold, the noose I still around my neck but the rope has been undone and strings from the ceiling loosely. As Sir fights the last cowboy, I try to stand, hoping to give any assistance I can. The cracking of some bones can be heard as Sir slams the cowboy into a post. Breathing heavily Sir steps back and the cowboy falls into a pile of horse shit, face first. Bent over and out of breath, Linebacker Sir looks at what he has accomplished and sits on a bale of hay.

Getting to my knees, then my feet, I walk to my strong Master. I look at him, as he looks up at me. Awkwardly kneeling, I lay my head in his lap. Still gagged and my hands bound, it is all I can do to let him know how much he means to me. His hand gently strokes my head.

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Over the Line – Part 4: Fourth Down

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The clicking of the breathing from the gas mask woke me. Unsure of the time, it was morning and I felt Linebacker’s arm wrapped around me, holding me near him. The constant light breathing from the mask was all that I heard as I stretched. I could feel the smooth slick surface of Sir’s football pants against my bare skin, with his one leg wrapped over both of mine. Naked, because Sir was punishing me for not doing my work out while he was out of town for the week, that is how I was waking this morning.

I had disappointed Sir by not doing my workout while he was gone. He was not overly pissed but there was some punishment doled out when he returned home last night. My sleeping naked is strong statement from him, because we both love gear and for me not to be in it also disappoints him. As I woke more, I rolled over and looked at my gas masked Linebacker sleeping. Slowly, I worked my way down to his crotch, under the blankets of our bed. Gently working the laces on his pants, I got his beautiful dick out and was able to take it in my mouth. While lightly toying with his dick with my tongue, I reached up and covered the breathing port on Sir’s gas mask. As the air was missing, he shuttered awake, his gloved hands reaching down and stroking my shaved head. Sir rolled on his back and let me continue his wake-up call.

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Over the Line – Part 3: Third Down

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It is so fucking quiet; I can only hear my breathing. Seems I am so alone, no one around for miles. This is hard work and my gear is pretty soaked in sweat. I’m tired as shit, Sir is the toughest boss I’ve ever worked for. But the rewards are fucking awesome in the end.

The crew has left for the day, as I see Sir heading down the gravel road in his truck to pick me up. He really gave me the shit job today, literally. Cleaning outhouses is not the glamour job in construction, but as a pad pig, it is my job. Once every two weeks. There are 20 across the sites that Sir oversees. It is amazing how messy these guys are, though I admit I get a little horny thinking of them in their Carhartt’s, boots, jeans and muddy work overalls doing their business in these outhouses. When I work in these I have to wear rubber gloves and gas mask that Sir requires I wear while cleaning. The guys on the crew think I’m nuts for wearing it, but it is required, and I do it. I think Sir has me do it, because it humiliates me some and he likes that on occasion.

This week I’m in my black Carhartt overalls with, of course, my football pants and cup, with my uniform jersey on underneath. Even though it was warm out, I am required to keep my flannel shirt and Carhartt coat on, as well as work gloves. I’m still breaking in my new White’s lace up boots. Sir had them custom done with a small leather strap at the top that locks the boots on. My work uniform is finished off by a Packer’s cap that Sir soaked in his piss before letting it dry. On days that I work hard or am wearing the gas mask my sweat mixes with the dried piss and I do begin to smell!

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