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Boy Made Master

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Deep in my heart I knew it could happen, but when it did I lost my breath for a moment. Across the room he entered, in his skin kit. He always took pride in his camo pants, Fred Perry shirt with braces and his 20-hole boots. I remember the day I gave him those boots and how much he was surprised. I remember the look in his eyes and the smile on his face as he put it on. Everything had to fit just right and it did on him. It was a year ago that I presented him with those boots, and now he was wearing them without me around.

Part of me expected him to be with his new boy, but he was alone. Heads turned as he wandered the aisles of the leather gathering. I don’t know if he saw me or not. If he didn’t, I’m sure he and everyone else heard my heart beating. My buddy asked me a question and I was snapped back to the reality around me. He was purchasing a leather jacket and wanted to know how it looked on him. I smiled, letting him know that it fit very well and that it was a good price. He modeled in the mirror a bit more and I put the boots and the Man in them out of my mind.

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Up Your Alley: The Next Year – Part 2

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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.

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Up Your Alley: The Next Year – Part 1

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The single tail whip snapped as it struck my naked backside. This was the 18th strike as I was ordered to keep count when the last lock on the steel wrist restraining was put upon me and connected to the steel St. Andrews Cross that stood in the middle of 10th Street. I was stark naked held fast in steel wrist and ankle restrains locked to the steel cross. My cock has been in its heavy metal chastity belt for a week with a metal plug up my ass and a metal helmet on my head to scream into.

I’ve been on this cross for over an hour and Master Kevin has allowed various leather men to use their floggers, whips and crops on me to show me the power and control he has over his object. This is far different from last year when I was here in full leather. Then I could never had thought I would be owned by Master Kevin and be in his service. But here I am as the next strike really stings and I scream and try to break free of the steel, knowing that I can’t. I feel a leather glove on my back and it gently sooths my burning skin.

“Pig you know how many Facebook and Tumblr feeds you are going to appear in tonight! They don’t know that under that helmet you are sweating in that full leather hood and your mouth is stuffed with the inflatable gag. But they know you are suffering for me and I’m so close to pulling that plug out and fucking you right here on the street!”

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Just Go With It – Part 3

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I am awakened to piss flowing down the tube into the gag that fills my mouth. I remember the confinement I am in and have been for what has to be over 2 days now. I feel the weight of the person that filled me with piss climb off me and the bed and in the distance, hear some moaning. Hell, they must have another guy here and are fucking his brains out. The intense shocking starts again and it seems to be at a level higher than before. I scream into the gag over and over as the shocks are fast and furious. As I am shocked the as punching me in my stomach and chest. I have a feeling if my balls were in the steel cage they would take great pleasure in abusing them with their fists!

It all stops and it seems both the cops are laying on the bed on both sides of me.

“Devil dog, we wanted to release you so you could get a bathroom break but we over slept and the train is much too busy to expose you. We will arrive in Chicago later today so we will just let you rest.”

The other cops speaks “One rule to remember, everything that has happened to you on this trip is between us and you. You will never speak of any of this.”

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Just Go With It – Part 2

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After we had arrived at the Amtrak station and parked the single rider had left his bike and came to me, reminding me to do as I was told. He tapped his weapon on my helmet and nodded. I agreed and nodded back. The other uncuffed my hands and we both dismounted the bike. They stood on both sides of me and each grabbed my elbow with their gloved hands. We started walking towards the train that was in the station.

Were they going to put me on a train, in full gear like this. What will people think of a biker or a group of bikers on the train?! I can’t go on a long trip as I have work and commitments. But I don’t think these guys care. I hesitate a bit and one moves his hand to my neck and squeezes. I realize that even if I did run I was locked in all this gear and couldn’t even make a noise to anyone. And fuck my cock was pressing against the little spikes in the cock cage.

We approach the back of the train and one of the conductors meets us. One of the cops gives him an envelope and we climb into the train. There is no one else on the train but us. They lead me down the aisle and into another car that has the rooms. After a couple of doors, I am pushed in a room. The room is very small but there is a bunk and on the white sheets is a leather sleep sack. I look at them through their helmeted heads and shake my head no, trying to stay something through the gag. They firmly grab me and move me closer to the bed. I can’t go in that, I can’t go anywhere. I don’t know these guys I don’t know where we’re going.

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Just Go With It – Part 1

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Just go with it.

That was the text I received as I was walking home from the bus stop after work. I waited for another but there wasn’t one.

“???” I replied in the text, but there was no reply.

The text came from my ex. He had moved out of the area 4 years ago and we called it quits but remained friends online. Back East he had gotten in with a group of gay kinky cops and on occasion shared some of their adventures with me. There was one guy that seemed to be the leader that was intense in what they did to their captives. The lead one even had a full-time dog that he kept in full heavy leather. The dog didn’t work and lived most of its time in a cage.

I never really got into the dog scene that guys seem to go for. I’m older and I felt it was a younger guys thing. I was more traditional leather, biker, or rubber gear and being a slave or owned object.

Arriving at my home, I entered the front door and began my routine of getting casual and fixing dinner. As I cooked and ate I kept thinking back to that text, what the hell did it mean? I haven’t been playing much in the past couple of years focusing more on work. Plus, hadn’t found anyone that was aggressive and confident of my ex. He knew what he wanted and he had no qualms of doing it with me. He really controlled his world and me. He left to deal with some family issues and just never returned.

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Things Change

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I found the dirt parking area off the wooded road and pulled off as I was instructed to. I sat for a few minutes to catch my breath and think about what I was about to do this afternoon. Alex and I had talked over time either via the internet or on the phone. We were both interested in gear and all the fun stuff one does in it. We also both got into very intense scenes that few would actually do. After viewing his Tumblr page I was surprised how far he wanted to go. I asked him about it, and he became very open and pushed for me to be where I am, parked on the side of a lonely road out in the woods. He also has me in my football uniform that I got from the local NFL team.

As I start to think what might happen, my cock stirs in the cup that is under the UA shorts and pads of my blue football pants. The socks and cleats match it all with my jersey tucked in. I am in a long-sleeved black UA shirt that is under my jersey and the full heavy lineman gloves. Alex is really into football gear, and he wanted me to start off in the right mindset. The only things missing are the full shoulder pads and helmet. But he knew that would be difficult to drive in.

Opening the door, my cleats step into the muddy ground as it rained earlier. He had instructed me to put my wallet and keys in a plastic bag and duct tape it to the back wheel well. It was a crazy move as I ripped a piece of tape and covered the plastic bag. As I reached into the back wheel well I heard a motorcycle. Looking up, I saw the hottest dude in full leathers and helmet ride by. I hope he hadn’t seen what I was doing. If he did he didn’t stop. He continued down the road.

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New Gear – Part 2

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In a flash, I was face down in the heavy, creamy mud! I could still breathe thanks to the gaps in the helmet that protected my head, but I could feel the wetness of the mud soaking my lightweight jersey. As I recovered from the shock of being dumped, I started to struggle to right myself to get my face out of the mud. But the more I struggled, the more I seem to sink into it. I totally forgot about my Master and his truck, so I paused for a moment and I didn’t hear anything. Did he drive off and just leave me to worm my way in the muck?

I could feel the mud making its way into my helmet, and if I didn’t roll over I would end up suffocating in this stuff. There was nothing firm to grab onto with my bound hands, so it was really difficult to move. My heavy boots worked as they could but were bound together with the tape. I know the mud is caking on my new gear, and I could feel it soaking now into my pants and gloves. The goggles were covered with mud, so I couldn’t see anything. I tried reaching down with my hands deep into the mud but didn’t find a bottom. This really freaked me out, for I could end up sinking into this never to be seen again.

I tried with all my might and got myself shifted on my side. Raising my hands, I wiped some of the mud from the goggles so I could see. It wasn’t a clear view, but I could see the building under construction just beyond me. As I rolled over my legs went deeper into the mud, allowing me to bend at my waist a bit, but when I tried pulling my legs up they were stuck. I would not be getting out on my own. I turned, looking for Master, and found him not far. He was standing on the tailgate of the truck that was only a few feet from me. He yelled my name, and I looked up at him in his USMC desert ACUs and he had his cock out. The first splash of his piss struck the top of my helmet and ran down, mixing with the mud.

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