By lostouteast

“John?!”

SMACK. Jimmy barely saw the hand that struck his face before he found himself looking downwards and to the left.

“That’s not something you get to call me anymore.”

“What the fuck are y-”

SMACK.

“From now on, you speak only when given permission to do so, and the first and last words out of your mouth will be, ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’”

Jimmy’s ears were ringing, half from the two slaps he had just received, and half from rage. Before he could fully contemplate whether to make another mistake by speaking again, he felt a fist take hold of his hair and jerk his head upwards. Jimmy felt something rubbery pressed up against his lips, and, anticipating another gagging, clamped his mouth shut.

“Still fighting it … Even now …”

Jimmy opened his eyes, glaring defiantly at John. He wanted so badly to curse, to demand an explanation, but he knew that anything he said would be cut short by the intimidating looking plug gag that John held in his right hand. Jimmy’s eyes darted to the gag briefly and returned to meet John’s, which seemed to bore into the crevices of Jimmy’s racing mind.

“The more of my time that you waste, the more you’re going to pay for it later.”

The slightest hint of a smile flashed across John’s face, before he released Jimmy’s head dismissively. As John walked away, Jimmy looked beyond him towards the walls of the room, which were covered with instruments Jimmy had never seen before. He recognized the materials of the items surrounding him, however. Leather. Rubber. Steel … and endless lengths of rope. What the hell was all this stuff? And … what the hell was John wearing?! Jimmy had always thought that the assless chaps thing was just a joke, but what a punch line. A codpiece did little to hide John’s massive bulge, and 20-hole boots gripped John’s well-defined calves. A leather band around John’s left wrist completed a look that Jimmy had never once imagined on John. Mesmerized, Jimmy barely noticed John reaching for an item that looked like one of the braces that Jimmy had used during lifeguard training to immobilize the necks of drowning victims when securing them to rescue boards. The biggest difference was that this collar-like device was made of black leather: a posture collar.

Another pull on Jimmy’s hair brought him back to reality, but it was already too late to stop John from securing the collar around his neck. All of a sudden, Jimmy was forced to look forward, his eyes once again meeting John’s. Jimmy’s knees buckled slightly despite himself as he realized how much more intense eye contact felt when looking away was less of an option. The click of a padlock on the collar’s buckle resonated in Jimmy’s ears like a cell door slamming shut.

“Now … where were we? Ah, yes …”

The plug gag was back in John’s hand and held up to Jimmy’s mouth, which remained determinedly held shut. With a sigh that almost suggested boredom, John took his left hand and pinched Jimmy’s nostrils shut. The effect was immediate. Jimmy’s arms strained futilely against the steel cables connected to his wrist chains, his best efforts to move his head reduced to mere millimeters of movement due to the tight posture collar.

“That’s right, boy … fight it … I can stand here all night. You’re either going to open that big mouth of yours or pass out. Either way, this gag is going in.”

Jimmy’s eyes watered. His lungs were burning. And his cock … His cock was hard as steel. If he weren’t so focused on keeping his mouth shut, Jimmy would have noticed the long string of precum dancing through the air as he struggled fruitlessly to break John’s grip on his air supply.

A few more seconds and he could take no more. Self-preservation threw Jimmy’s mouth open and a brief gust of fresh air was drawn deep into his lungs. This moment of relief was short lived, as Jimmy felt a massive rubber plug chase the air rushing in through his mouth. The plug stretched filled Jimmy’s mouth, pushing his lower jaw into the top of the posture collar, and the faceplate pressed into his face like a second skin. As John leaned in and buckled the gag behind his head, Jimmy couldn’t help but breathe in John’s scent through the only airway he had left.

“There. Much better.”

The playful taps on Jimmy’s right cheek John said this contrasted sharply with the two that had prematurely ended Jimmy’s attempt to reason with the man. The strings of drool that had emerged from around the massive gag vibrated and continued their slow descent towards the floor.

“You probably have a lot of questions boy-o. Doesn’t seem like you’re in much of a position to ask any of them, but let’s see if I can clarify some things for you …”

After turning away briefly, John returned with a metal chair and a bottle of lube. Flipping the chair so that its back rested between him and his victim, John sat down, vanishing from Jimmy’s restricted line of vision.

“You know … you really should be more careful about what you post on the Internet, boy. Anyone who knows you would have guessed that the person behind your Recon profile was you after connecting a few dots. You can’t imagine my surprise when the app listed your profile as ‘less than 3 meters away’ from me the last time I visited.”

As John spoke he started to stroke the throbbing member in front of him with a lubed hand, causing Jimmy’s breathing to quicken.

“I never would have guessed that you were such a little pervert, but then again … Maybe you feel the same about me.”

He had that right! Jimmy had known John was gay for a long time now. After all, he had politely rebuffed John years ago at the start of their budding friendship. Jimmy had always thought that John had taken it in stride, but the restraints and the hand working its devilish magic on Jimmy’s cock seemed to suggest otherwise. Jimmy’s hormone addled brain still struggled to comprehend what was happening to him, and struggled yet harder to fathom how it could possibly be happening at the hands of the man who had invited Jimmy for an innocent, week-long camping trek.

John’s hand left Jimmy’s cock after one last long stroke, only to come down upon it with a sharp slap. Jimmy’s hips recoiled, a yell-turned-pitiful-whimper creeping past the gag.

“I knew you would be too chicken shit to actually seek out what you want, what you need. All your life you’ve wanted someone to take control, someone to restrain you, to use you. I’ve decided that that someone is going to be me. Am I a nice guy or what?”

John seemed to be speaking directly to Jimmy’s shaft as his hand oscillated up and down the member. Meanwhile, Jimmy’s eyes had begun to roll back and his gagged mouth was producing what felt like gallons of drool. John ended his ministrations and slowly rose back into Jimmy’s field of vision, his hand firmly gripping Jimmy’s chin through the top of the posture collar. John took a moment to drink in the fear and confusion in Jimmy’s eyes.

“You thought you were coming here for a nice relaxing vacation with a friend, but things are going to be very different. By the end of this week, you’ll be my well-trained slave, and you’ll be begging me to put you in bondage much stricter than this, boy …”

John let the words ring in the cold basement air for just a moment before flashing electric clippers in front of Jimmy’s face.

“But, first things first. I’m going to make sure you look the part …”

 

To be continued …

 

Metal would like to thank lostouteast for this story (and yes, you can find him on Recon).