By lthr_jock

For the second time in 24 hours, Clark found himself being led out of the hotel room on a chain leash, with Greg at the other end. This time, though, his body was on display as his muscles bulged around the leather slave harness. He nearly tripped as Greg yanked on the chain, but remembered how to walk in the boots and hurried down the corridor after him. The unfamiliar feel of the rail plug in his arse made him feel as if he needed to shit and as he walked he could feel the rubber tail lashing to and fro behind him. The thought of what he must look like made him blush and he was grateful for the dog hood that was covering his features.

Greg reached the lift and pressed the button calling for it. While they waited, he pushed Clark back against a wall and pressed against him, his black uniform leathers cold against Clark’s naked flesh.

“So, Clarkie, here’s the deal. You are displaying some of my goods and so you will do whatever I tell you to. Disobey and you will be punished, obey and maybe I can convince Vickers to reduce your debt. Understand?”

Clark nodded. Greg grinned, “Good.” He leant heavily against Clark, one hand reaching down to tease Clark’s locked-up cock through the studded leather of the pouch. Clark tried to twist away, raising his mitted hands to push Greg away from him. He immediately realised he had made an error as a scowl crossed Greg’s face. Greg grabbed Clark by the shoulders and spun him around to face the wall. Clark tried to resist, but the damn boots made his feet slip and he soon found himself facing the wallpaper. Greg twisted Clark’s arms behind him and secured the mitts to rings on Clark’s bicep straps. Clark’s arms were now secured behind him and his helplessness was complete.

Greg turned him around and with a wicked glint in his eye bent to nuzzle at Clarks chest. Clark could do nothing, even when Greg gripped his nipple between his teeth and pulled on it. All he could do was grunt in pain. Greg let go and stood up “You see, you’re mine for the day.” As the lift arrived, he gave a solid yank on the chain and dragged Clark towards the lift.

Clark realised that he had little choice but to obey, so he followed meekly behind Greg hardly noticing that his cock had swollen as much as it could inside the chastity cuff.

 

***

 

The second day of the convention went by in a blur for Clark. He was the centre of a lot of attention, and while it started off with people looking it didn’t take long for the first person to reach out to stroke his muscles. Then someone played with his nipples, tweaking them and pulling them until he made a whine of protest into the gag. Every time he looked up, Greg was watching him, making sure he behaved, and so Clark had to allow these people to play with him. By the end of several hours, his nipples ached and he was tired of being viewed as a display item by the public.

The first time someone grabbed the tail plug, he jumped and yelled into the gag. It caused him to slip on the boots, and as a result the plug was pulled as far out as the harness would let it, before it slammed back inside him. Clark grunted and the crowd around him laughed. His reaction only caused more people to try and play with him and soon he was surrounded by a cheering crowd, touching, stroking and teasing him, making his eyes almost cross with the sensations. Clark could feel his cock swelling uncomfortably in the cuff and he groaned into the gag.

After what seemed like hours, Greg took pity on him and walked over.

“Sorry, folks, but I think he needs a bit of a break.” Clipping the leash back on to Clark’s collar, he led him through the crowd and back into the main area of the hotel. Greg looked around and pulled Clark into a secluded corner screened by a potted plant. Greg pressed himself close against Clark and reached around him with both hands. One hand stroked and patted Clark’s arse, the other started twisting the tail plug.   Clark groaned helplessly and despite himself pressed back against Greg. Greg smiled. “Clarkie, you are undoubtedly a hot piece of arse.” He rested his head on Clark’s shoulder for a moment and then stepped back so that he was fully visible again. “My clients are going to love you.” He grabbed the leash, and with a jerk he led Clark back into the packed convention hall.

 

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By the time the convention closed for the day, Clark felt as though his entire body had been touched fondled and stroked. The gag was causing him to drool uncontrollably and he could feel it as it had collected in the bottom of the hood and then leaked under the collar to smear over his chest. The plug in his arse was causing a dull ache, and his cock burned with the pain of constantly trying to get hard in the cuff.

Greg started to pack away the stand, and across the aisle Clark could see Vickers releasing Carl from the vac rack. Carl hugged Vickers and the two walked across, Carl unconcerned at his nudity as he towelled himself down. Clark had a good look at the squat muscled man before him and blushed under the hood as Carl unconcernedly dried the sweat off himself. Greg looked up, grinned and leant across the counter to kiss Carl deeply.

“Good day, hun?”

“Yeah. That’s an intense bit of kit.” Greg smiled and turned to Vickers. “So, do you think Clar… Samuel has had enough for the day?” Vickers smiled and nodded, “Yes, I reckon so.” Greg chuckled, “I agree. I still have some work to do here. Carl, why don’t you take Clarkie upstairs and get him out of this gear.” Carl nodded, pulled on a loose pair of sweat pants and then grabbed Clark’s leash. To Clark’s surprise, he wrapped the leash once around his fist and then jerked sharply, making Clark stagger forward. “Come on, dog.” He strode off, with Clark running along behind him. Carl kept the leash so short that Clark was partially bent over which made walking more difficult. He had to take lost of fast, short steps, which made the tail whip from side to side.

Clark managed to keep his balance and soon found himself back in Greg and Carl’s room. He stood there, expecting to be released, but instead Carl left him stood in the middle of the room while he went into the shower. Clark stood there helplessly, arms still secured behind him. He went to sit down, but realised the problem as the tail got in the way. Instead, he perched on the edge of the bed where the other gear choices from earlier were still laid out. He closed his eyes, marvelling at the bizarre day he had spent downstairs. As he inhaled, he took in the strong smells of leather and rubber and wondered how on earth he had got himself in this position – and why he seemed to enjoy it so much.

“You look right at home there.” Carl’s voice brought him out of his reverie and he grunted a reply into the gag. He stood and half-turned, expecting Carl to undo his arms. Carl stepped past him and picked up the thick rubber corset. “Personally, I was hoping you’d have gone for this one. I like the idea of a solid, serious man like you looking twisted in something like this.” Clark saw a glint in Carl’s eye as he stepped forward and held the corset up in front of the restrained male. “Maybe it’s not too late.” Clark took a step backwards and realised he was backed up against the bed. He yelled at Carl, but could do little other than grunt into the gag. Carl paused and then shoved Clark hard in the chest, making him fall back onto the bed. Clark thrashed from side to side, rolling over the rubber and leather, but with his arms locked behind him it wasn’t long before Carl was sitting over his thighs, legs wrapped around Clark’s, keeping him tightly in place. Clark grunted angrily into the gag as Carl flipped him over and expertly removed the slave harness, leaving his torso bare except for the restraints on his arms.

Clark started to panic as he realised how vulnerable he was. What the hell had he been thinking? He didn’t know who Carl and Greg really were and he had put himself totally into their control. They could be anyone, and plan to do anything. As his mind whirled through this, he braced himself for whatever was to come. The last thing he expected was to feel the relief in the muscles of his arms as Carl unclipped them and then unlocked the mitts.

He felt Carl’s weight lift from his legs as the smaller man stood up and he heard him laughing. “Seriously, Clarkie, we’re not into forcing anyone. We’re all about everyone having fun.” He felt Carl slide the mitts off his hands and then unlock the collar. “You can get the rest off on your own. The shower’s all yours.” Humming to himself, Carl headed into the adjacent room to get dressed.

Clark sat up and fumbled at the catch on the collar with his numb fingers. Eventually he managed to remove the thick collar and then he pulled the thick rubber hood off of his head. As he removed it, the sweat trapped inside ran down his torso. He winced as his hairs trapped in the rubber until with a wet THWACK the hood came off his head and he held it inside out in his hands. For the first time, he got a good look at the gag and realised that it had been moulded in the shape of a penis. To his surprise, he wasn’t outraged by that and he just sighed.

It took him longer than he thought to remove the boots and he looked around for the key to the chastity cuff. When he couldn’t find it, he headed into the shower. He looked at himself in the mirror – hairy, muscled, sweaty and with the red marks over his body from the harness and the hood. The tail was still in and he reached around behind himself to pull it out. He found it harder than he thought, but he bore down on it until it snapped free and his arse was empty for the first time all day. Leaving it on the side, he headed into the shower. Clark luxuriated in the hot water against his skin, making him feel clean in more ways than one.

By the time he stepped out of the shower, his skin was reddened all over from the heat of the water and the bathroom was filled with steam. As he towelled dry, he realised he had no clothes so he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed back out to find that Greg had returned and was sprawled across the bed, still wearing his leathers. Carl had changed into a leather t-shirt and shorts and was cuddling up to him. The two looked very natural together and both looked up as he walked back in. Greg laughed at the sight of the towel.

“Suddenly gone shy on me, Clarkie?” Greg said. He sat up and moved to the end of the bed and pulled a small key out of his breast pocket. “Come on over and I’ll let you go.”

Clark walked across, and without being prompted he removed the towel. Greg reached across and cupped Clark’s balls and went to unlock the cuff. With the key hovering tantalisingly close to the cuff, Greg looked up at Clark. “Of course, maybe you’d be interested in remaining locked for a while longer?” he said.

“Why the hell would I want that?” Clark said.

Greg said nothing, merely stared at Clark.

“Why the hell would I want that … Sir.” Greg grinned. “Well. What if there was something in it for you? For instance, we’ll give you a bespoke leather uniform of your own — if you wear the cuff for a week.”

Clark hesitated. He desperately wanted to be released. He really wanted to get home and have a serious wank after the events of the last two days, but there was something about these leather uniforms that he found very attractive. Ten minutes ago he would have bet any amount of money that he would beg for release, but instead he heard himself saying, “What sort of uniform?”

 

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