This is an excerpt from ty dehner’s new leather kink novel, coming July 31, 2021, to Amazon Kindle and in print. This excerpt is exclusive to Metalbondnyc.com. Posted here with permission.
By ty dehner
The red Dodge Ram finds a parking spot near The Barracks, the Palm Springs area premiere leather bar. There is a light drizzle falling this evening after an afternoon of thunder showers. After parking, Mateo checks that he is prepared to meet the man that has him locked in chastity, looking at his face in his rear view mirror. He smiles as his young skin is clear of any blemishes and he has freshly shaved. His black hair on his head is in a close crop that makes it cool for him when he is on the work site. Opening the door of his truck, Mateo’s boot lands in a puddle as he steps out of his truck.
He had worked hard to shine his Wesco’s just two hours ago. He steps out of the puddle, reaching behind his driver’s seat he pulls out a rag. Placing his boot up on the door rim, he wipes it down and brings back the shine he had worked so hard on. Thinking back upon their first encounter in his trailer, he knew that that KTM rider had to be a leather man. Why else did he have them meet at The Barracks. Being in leather and bondage himself, Mateo didn’t want to overdo his first meeting so he settled for his Wesco Boss boots, black leather motorcycle chaps over his black skinny Levi’s, a black t-shirt with the Mr. S logo on it and his leather vest.
Locking his truck, he turns and heads to the bar. The rare light rain falling has brought a light shine to Mateo’s leathers. As he enters the bar, he flashes his ID then heads directly to the bar, greeting the Bartender, Max, saying hello. Max asks Mateo if he wants his usual which is affirmed by Mateo. Max places a cold bottle of beer on the bar counter as Mateo pays and pushes a couple of bucks into the tip jar that Max appreciates.
In no time Mateo starts prowling the bar. Taking a swig from his beverage he slowly wanders to find the man that has him locked up in chastity. Being that it was 2200 hours, there was a good mix of men in the bar. But in a few hours, the place would be filled with guys getting sweaty because Mateo swears they turn up the heat as the night goes on. The smell of man and leather mixing with the booze and a whiff of smoke from outside brings back some fond memories for Mateo of nights spent licking boots and worshipping a leather Master or two.
Finding a spot to pause and enjoy his beer, Mateo looks towards the front door as Kieran walks in. Though he never saw the KTM rider’s face, he can tell that it must be the right man by his crisp high and tight haircut, full leather uniform with Dehner boots, short sleeve leather shirt showing some ink on his arm. The leather man is healthy, around 48, clean shaven with strong arms and chest. A moment later a young dude dressed in a leather harness, leather jock and army boots approaches this leathered hunk, placing his hand on the man’s ass, looking into the leather man’s eyes. The Kieran doesn’t stop or acknowledge the guy, as he swipes his hand away and keeps on moving.
Stopping at the bar, the Kieran orders his beer. As he waits, he looks around the bar. Mateo makes his way to a stool, planting his denim ass. An older guy, across the way, with graying hair, wearing a polo shirt and cargo shorts is fondling himself while checking out Mateo’s boots. Mateo notices him, a bit uncomfortable but smiles at him to give him a treat. In Mateo’s mind he appreciates that it is nice to have someone think you’re hot enough to have them work their prick while looking at you. Mateo turns his attention in another direction, the man that Mateo is sure the one that locked him up has left the bar and moved to a smaller room where the music isn’t so loud.
Taking a drink from his beer, Mateo is approached by John a friend that is dress in a full black rubber suit, wearing black Doc Martin 14-hole boots with yellow laces.
“Mateo, how you doing?
John pats Mateo on the back as Mateo turns to find his friend in rubber.
“Damn man, you’re looking hot tonight.”
“You like, my first night out in it.”, notes John
“Where’d you get it?”
“Ordered it online from Regulation in the UK. Took forever to get here but I’ve been wearing it since I received it on Wednesday.”
Reaching out to touch it, Mateo looks at his friend for permission. John nods his head and Mateo touches the rubber, running his hand down John’s chest.
“How does it feel?” asks Mateo, staring at the shine on the rubber that snuggly wraps John’s chest.
“With the lube inside, if feels great. A little confining but I like that. And my cock feels great rubbing against the rubber as I walk around.”
“Oh yea?”, looking down at John’s bulge, Mateo can see that his friend is indeed turned on by this latex outfit.
Mateo moves his hand down to John’s crotch and rubs his cock and balls through the rubber. John closes his eyes then bats Mateo’s hand away.
“Don’t man, I am so fucking horny I could shoot in a minute.”
“Good thing I’m not a top or I’d have you shooting right here.”, Mateo grins evilly.
John smiles at his friend, then asks, “Why you here tonight?”
“Believe it or not, I’ve been told to be here.”
John looks at Mateo questionably, “You were told?!”
“Crazy thing happened yesterday when I was riding in the desert. This guy raced me on the track and then lead me into a canyon where he cuffed me and then face fucked me.”
John steps back, his eyes opening wide, not believing the story. “You’re fucking with me!”
“No, no it really happened.”
“You just want me to shoot my load in this suit!”, John glares as his friend.
“After he got done with me, he locked this steel thing on my cock and balls”
Mateo reaches for John’s hand, taking his friends hand, he places it on his crotch. John is surprised, looking into Mateo’s eyes, then down at his crotch, then back in his eyes.
“Wholly fuck man! Who is this guy?”
“That’s just it, I don’t know.”
Mateo looks down at his friend’s hand still rubbing his crotch. “Do you mind?”
Startled John pulls back, “Sorry, fuck that is so hot!”
“It sort of is, but I don’t know him and never saw his face.”
“He kept his helmet and goggles on the entire time. We went back to his RV where he questioned me some then told me to meet him here tonight.”
Looking around the bar, John thinks, “He could be here now.”
“I’m sure he is, watching me with you.”
They both look around and then the Kieran enters their view again, well dressed in his full leathers. John leans into Mateo.
“Now that guy is impressive. He just knows what he is, a leather Master.”
Taking a drink of his beer, Mateo nods. That man seems so confident, just like the biker that he encountered in the desert. That guy had no qualms of cuffing him, using him sexually and locking the metal device on his cock. For all Mateo knew, he could never see the man again and have to deal with the removal of the chastity. But there was a level of trust that slowly grew in their short encounter. As he checks out that leather man, there is a feeling in Mateo’s gut that that guy in leather just might be the man that locked him up. The man that took charge with ease and no hesitation, he was so confident in himself.
The Kieran returns to the bar for another beer and then start moving about the bar, again. In a roundabout way he makes his way to where Mateo and John are.
“Shit, I think he is coming this way.” John just stares as he approaches. “You think he is the guy from the desert?”
Mateo watches the leather man approaching, looking into his eyes. The green eyes of the leather man lock on Mateo’s deep brown eyes and never breaks the stare.
“Yes, that is him.”, Mateo responds in a near trance.
John looks at Mateo who is entranced by the approaching man. “How do you know? You said you never saw his face.
“I know,” Mateo states firmly with confidence.
The leather man stops just a few steps from where Mateo is sitting on his stool.
John turns to the leather man, eyeing head to toe of this leather god before him, “Sir, may I say how amazing you wear your leathers. You look amazing in them, so confident in them. I would take great pride in keeping them in the perfect condition they currently are in.”
The leather man smiles at John. “I already have someone to take care of my leather, don’t I boy?”
Kieran steps closer to Mateo, standing directly in front of him. Mateo can smell this man’s heavy leather, hearing the creak as he moves closer. Mateo doesn’t break his view of this leather God.
“It seems you two have some catching up to do.” John leaves taking one more glance at what Mateo has, disappearing into the crowd.
“I’m Kieran.”, the leather man extends his gloved hand to the younger man. Mateo stands, shaking the man’s hand, feeling the firm grip that he has. A grip of a man that knows who he is. Kieran holds the boy’s hand a little longer as he speaks, “Mateo, I’m glad that you are here tonight.”
As he holds Mateo’s hand Kieran pulls him off his stool, moving him around as Kieran now sits on the stool and has Mateo kneel before him. Mateo could feel Kieran green eyes push into his soul and take even more control than the day before.
“This is more like it. You surprise me by your dress boy. You have experience in leather?”
“Yes Sir, I have explored over the years. I admit I wanted to impress you this evening. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you earlier.”
“How could you; you never saw my face. I wanted to see if you would show up and what you would be doing waiting for me. I think your friend is very jealous of you.”
Mateo looks over to where John is watching them. John nods and Mateo smiles. “Yes, I think he probably is. He was honest in his comments to you Sir, he is impressed, as I am.”
“I take pride in who I am and how I look. I see that you do also.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Kieran taps Mateo’s crotch with his boot. “How’s my property locked in there?”
“Very horny Sir. It was touch and go last night as I would get hard thinking about our time in the desert and then get frustrated by not being able to jack off.”
“You jack off a lot, boy?”, Kieran takes a sip from his beer.
Mateo is a bit shy about that question.
“Come on boy, no secrets with me.”, the leather man reaches down and lifts the boy’s chin slightly to bring their sight together.
“Yes Sir, I like to jack off a lot. Since I don’t get time to be with a lot of guys it covers for when I am alone.”
“Well, for now, we’ll leave that locked up so you can focus on me and not your pleasure.”
“Yes Sir.”, there is a bit of disappointment in Mateo’s voice, but he knows he needs to pay attention to this man for a while.
Kieran stands, “Follow me boy.”
Mateo stands and they leave with Mateo a pace behind the leather man. Kieran leads him into another room, and they find a place where they can sit and be closer together.
“Sit boy, be comfortable.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Mateo waits until Kieran sits and follows him down to the padded bench alone one of the black walls of the bar. They sit facing each other as Kieran smiles at this boy that sits next to him.
“Any questions you would like to start with boy?”
Mateo thinks for a moment, “There are so many, yet nothing seems that important right now. I am wondering why you picked me Sir. How did you know I would be out riding yesterday?”
“Honestly boy, I didn’t have any plans involving you. I don’t know you and certainly didn’t plan on fucking your skull in the canyon. But I was impressed with your riding and thought I would take a chance.”
“But the cuffs and chastity?”
“Well, I didn’t have plans for you, but that doesn’t mean I am not on the lookout for a good boy to train and one day own. Have to be prepared for anything to happen, and I was prepared.”, Kieran grins a bit, then takes another sip of his beer. He places his gloved hand on Mateo leg.
Kieran continues, “I could tell you were getting into what we were doing after I cuffed you and you didn’t really object. Your cock was hard when I pulled down your MX pants and installed the steel on you. I knew I had to push you more. You were very compliant, and I knew then I had to meet you and see if you are worthy of serving me.”
Mateo is a bit embarrassed by his easy submission in the desert, but realizes it was building trust and seeing where things would go. “Seeing you there before me Sir, makes me very glad I trusted you. I dare say you are far more into leather than I am, but you and I might have many of the same desires, with mine at a boy level.”
“Interesting description of yourself, you want to be a boy?”
Mateo looks at Kieran’s leathered torso then moves his stare up the leather to Kieran’s eyes. “Yes Sir I do. That might seem a bad thing to admit but deep inside I have dreamed of being owned by a man for many years.”
“No boy, it is not a bad thing.”, Kieran states as he gently rubs the boy’s leathered leg to provide warmth and reassurance.
“I know it means a great deal to admit that I want all control taken from me, to serve a confident and powerful man and be trained as he sees fit. I am very independent now and to give that all up will be difficult, but it is why I was born.” Mateo looks away after that bold statement, then returns his glance to Kieran to see a smile on the leather man’s face.
“I can tell that you do feel that deep inside you. Even though you were locked up by a complete stranger, you remained respectful.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I don’t know if you are the boy that I will one day collar and own full-time, I have some unique tastes and requirements that few boys can handle.”
Mateo looks at the leather man with question as to what those requirements might be, “Sir, may I ask about those?”
Kieran grips Mateo’s leg, “Not now as they require a deeper level of conversation and trust between both of us. But I will say I think you have potential Mateo.”, as Kieran states the boy’s name once again, he is providing the boy with sense of control and respect that will take both of them a long way.
Mateo lifts his hand and places it on Kieran’s gloved hand that is on his leg. Kieran turns his hand to take hold of Mateo’s hand, taking a firm grip. They look at each other’s eyes.
“I am going to tell you a few things about me boy.’, Kieran becomes serious at this moment. “Nothing earth shattering but it will explain who I am and what I expect; should you decide to move forward with me. I am a deputy with the San Bernardino County Sherriff department.”
This makes Mateo take a deep breath as a slight smile comes upon his face.
Kieran enjoys the response from this new man, it brings a bit of levity to their discussion. “I know, every gay guy’s wet dream to serve a cop and right now one is holding your hand. I’ve been on the force for 22 years. As you might guess by my interest in dirt bikes, I am on the motorcycle patrol unit and love it. I was in the Marine Corps before that so I am very structured in my life and believe in a strict protocol for the boy I will own.”
“Yes Sir.” Mateo listens intensely, reviewing the leather man before him to see if he missed any signs of who this man is and what he serves.
“I have some land north of Yucca Valley where I live and have room to ride and train any boy without any interruption from the outside world. Besides being good at my job, I am known in the leather community and enjoy attending events around the world. My boy would travel with me and I hope take interest in many things that I enjoy and would like to explore. While my boy will be owned by me and live life as my property, he will be well taken care of and loved.”
Kieran looks directly into Mateo’s eyes when he says the word loved. “You think you can handle being loved boy?”
Mateo has never had anyone ask that question before, especially one involved in the leather community. Most guys are into the bondage or the sex and not interested in anything long term. What Kieran is speaking of is a small part of something that Mateo has believe he would like to have. He has read the fantasy Master/slave stories on the internet on web sites like Metalbondnyc, but for him they always seem just another piece of fiction.
There rare of occasions where he has had an element of love with a guy he was with more than once, it was terribly emotional and intimate that created a memorable moment. Now he was being offered love by a man in full leather, a cop and a man that is control of his world. “I believe so Sir.”
“Good.”, Kieran squeezes the boy’s hand tightly to let him know he will be safe with this man. “So many guys that I have met that want to serve as my boy are afraid of the commitment it takes and the love that has to be part of it. Being my boy doesn’t mean you are a piece of shit, for I want to train you for the long term. You will develop into something I will be proud to show off and I know you’ll want to go where I take you because you will treasure me as much as I treasure you.”
“I think I understand what you are saying Sir.”
“You better, for it is something that will be part of you and me, if we are to grow. Like my leathers, I only have the best and my boy will be the best there is. You will have to be the best boy. Can you handle that?”
Mateo pauses to think and then confidently responds, “Yes Sir!”
Kieran smiles as he releases his grip of Mateo’s hand, reaching up to his chest and stroking Mateo’s chest.
“I like that confidence boy.”, as he thumps the boy’s chest.
Mateo pushes his chest out more as Kieran slowly strokes, enjoying the firmness of this boy’s body.
“Put your hands behind your back, boy.”
Mateo does so as Kieran takes his other hand and gently starts to work the boy’s tits through his t-shirt. Mateo grimaces some as he does enjoy the leathered hands light squeezing his tits.
“Seems these need some work boy.”, Kieran firmly states.
“Yes Sir.”, quietly responds.
As Kieran works the boy’s tits, the sleeve on his leather shirt exposes more of the ink on his left arm. It is a skull with a cowboy hat, holding a set of six shooters and a six-point sheriffs’ badge in the design. Mateo looks at it closely as Kieran continues to work his tits. Applying just enough pressure to show Mateo that he is in charge, Kieran smiles at his boy and stares deeply into the boys brown eyes. Mateo is breathing heavier, adjusting his body as his cock is getting hard in the cage. Kieran notices and chuckles. “Feeling that steel you’re locked in, are you boy?”
Kieran removes his hands to let the boy cool down. “I better stop or you’ll be getting too worked up and I don’t want you in too much pain right now.”
“Thank you, Sir.”, Mateo catches his breath from the bit of treatment from this Cop.
Mateo keeps his hands behind his back and Kieran sits back in the seat. “Sir, may I ask about your ink?”
Kieran reaches with his leathered hand lifting the sleeve of his leather shirt exposing the full ink of the skull and hat. He rubs it some, then lowers the sleeve to cover most of it.
“It is very important, but now is not the time to tell you about it. I will share with you the story of my ink when you can understand the full importance boy.”
Nodding his head in understanding that not all can be discussed on their first meeting, Mateo lowers his head a bit. “I understand Sir.”
“You can go get us both another beer.”, Kieran notes, as he pats the boy’s leather covered leg.
Mateo stands quickly, “Yes Sir.”
He leaves as Kieran watches him move rapidly to the bar. The bar isn’t busy, so Mateo gets the beers quickly, returning to the leather man. As he returns, he sees Kieran sitting in his full leathers, Dehners, black leather breeches with a white stripe down the legs that run into his boots. The short sleeve leather uniform shirt and cop gloves on his hands. As Mateo hands this leather man his beer, he goes to sit but Kieran places his gloved hand on the boy’s shoulder gently pressing until Mateo is on his knees. Kieran guides the boy into position where he has a view of the Dehners he wears. Kieran’s gloved hand releases Mateo’s shoulder, coming up and gently tapping the boy’s face which Mateo leans into feeling the warmth of the leather. Without thought Mateo places his hands behind his back.
“You may sniff the leather of my boots, boy.”
Kieran knew that was what Mateo had been waiting to do. Respectfully, Mateo leans into towards the shafts of the boots before him. Feeling the power of the cop that was wearing them Mateo wondered if Kieran had ever stomped someone while wearing these boots.
Without getting too close, Mateo draws in the smell of the polished leather that was combining with the leather of the breeches. Closing his eyes, he dreamed of being allowed to take care of these tall boots, keeping the shine on them. Breathing in, he takes another whiff of the leather that was making him drunk with horny thoughts. He was feeling that damn steel locked on his cock again as it was growing. Adjusting his jeans, he decided he needs to touch those boots. Slowly, Mateo reaches for the boots with his right hand. Kieran kicks the boy’s hand away from his boots.
“Keep your hands behind your back, boy.”, states resolutely.
Returning his hand behind him, Kieran lifts his boot placing it upon the boy’s shoulder. Then, Kieran adjusts his leg so the boy’s neck is behind his knee and he wraps his leg around the boy pulling him in closer. Mateo presses his cheek against the smooth cool leather shaft of the boot, taking in the musky scent of the leather cop he kneels before. Nuzzling his face along the Dehners, Mateo slides it up and down a few times before taking a glance at the leather man sipping his beer.
The leg around his neck tightens and Kieran presses the boy’s face against his boot. The pressure makes the boy’s face start to turn red. The worship of the boots was natural for Mateo as he decided he had to experience the leather man’s boots. Opening his mouth; his tongue comes out, with just the tip of it touching the smooth polished leather. There was a slight chuckle from the leather man over him, his gloved hand reaching down, gently stroking Mateo head to let him know it was okay to proceed.
Taking larger and larger licks, the boy savors the leather that he was now enjoying. Over and over as far as he could move Mateo was cleaning the leather, because the leather man kept him in place with his leg. Mateo took a moment to look up at the man who’s boots he was licking to see that Kieran was just watching people in the bar, enjoying having his boots worshipped by the boy, and feeling the pressure from the boy’s tongue.
As the boy continues, Kieran releases pressure of his leg to allow the boy to explore more areas on his boot. This allows the boy to take longer strokes with his tongue, covering more areas, reaching down to the upper foot and the softer leather. The boy presses very hard with his tongue so the leather man could truly feel his boots being adored.
“Nice boy, very nice,” notes the Cop as he takes a sip from his beer.
This adoration from the leather man makes Mateo feel good as he could feel his own spit soaking his cheek from areas on the boot shaft that he had already cleaned. The boy was taking his time, he didn’t want this moment to end, neither did Kieran. The boy was honored to be worshipping these boots that are worn by a true cop and he wanted the leather man to know it. Curiosity got the better of the boy and he stops for a moment to look to see if anyone was watching him at these mighty boots.
Noticing the boy stopping, Kieran reached down tapping the boy’s cheek. “Now boy, concentrate on what you’re doing.”
Kieran takes his hand squeezing the boy’s neck tightly as he went back to licking the boot.
After a few moments, Kieran reaches down placing his gloved hand between the boy’s tongue and his boot. Cautiously Mateo stops, looking up at the leather man. Kieran’s hand takes a hold of the boy’s chin, lifting his head, guiding him so they look right into each other’s eyes.
“You want to taste my other boot?” Kieran asks with a suggestive tone.
There is no hesitation from Mateo, “Yes Sir.”
“I’m a cop, fucker, call me Boss.”
Kieran lets go, standing as he crosses his arms. Mateo instinct is to stand, which he does. Kieran reaches for the boy’s vest, straightening it.
“You trust me?”, Kieran firmly questions the young man before him.
Mateo is unsure how to answer. He was not sure why he should trust him as he had only tasted one of his boots. But the guy did show up at the bar as he promised. Part of Mateo wanted to see where this was all headed. He started to respond, then stopped for a moment. Then his reply came, “Yes, Boss.”
“Turn around and take one last look of the outside world.”
Mateo looks at the leather god with a puzzled look, not sure what his statement could mean. Slowly, he turns around looking away from Kieran, placing his hands behind his back as it seemed only natural. Mateo takes in the sight of the guys in the bar where most were oblivious to what was happening, there was that one old guy that was still stroking himself as he had been enjoying the boot worship between Mateo and Kieran.
It was then that he felt the cold steel of handcuffs on his wrist. Kieran did them like a professional he is, as the first cuff was ratcheted, tightening around his wrist, followed by the other. Kieran fondles his gloved hands over the boy’s shoulder and down his naked arms. The Cop Boss then released his touch to leave the boy standing, cuffed, and wondering what is to come.
The boy could feel Kieran’s leathers slightly touching him as he was trying to maintain his breathing, the sound of the Cop’s leathers creaking as the leather man moved around out of his sight. Mateo tried looking behind him but decided the better to remain looking away as that was what the Cop had suggested.
Kieran reaches over the boy and before the boy can look up, a heavy leather hood is slid over the boy’s head. Pulling down quickly, the boy is plunged into darkness as the hood was a heavy padded sensory deprivation hood with straps that lock. The leather encases Mateo’s head with only one grommet hole in the position of his lips for breathing.
Kieran tugs on the leather, making it snug then draws the laces to tighten the leather around the boy’s head and face. Being placed into the hood surprises Mateo as he tries speaking up to stop what was happening, but it comes out as a quiet mumbling, as the boy struggles in the cuffs. Kieran chuckles as he is taking control of the boy.
For Mateo, the hood is tight, with it being difficult to hear much of the outside world at this point, all he could hear was his own breathing and the muffled beat of the loud music. Kieran pulls the laces tight making the hood snug so the boy could feel the confinement that he was now in. As the laces are secured, a layer of leather was zipped closed over the lace. Then, the four straps that go around the hood were pulled tightly with each being locked at the buckle. Finally, a 3-inch heavy stiff leather collar was wrapped snuggly around the boy’s neck. Mateo could breath, but it was labored. Another lock was added to the collar and a heavy large chain was attached to the front ring on the collar. Kieran let go of the chain and stepped back to look at his captive locked in a dark world.
It wasn’t long but the boy was feeling very lonely in the bar. Several of the guys noticed what Kieran was doing, approaching the scene. They were respectful and didn’t touch the boy, allowing his situation to sink in. As the boy stood alone, he would stop breathing on occasion to see if he could hear something, but there was only the sounds of the music. Mateo stood alone, unable to hear or see or speak and helpless as his hands were cuffed behind him.
Kieran stood for a few moments as the guys looked at his new boy. Smiling, the Cop grabs the chain, tugging on it to move the boy forward. The boy stumbles at first having to walk while sightless, his hands secured behind his back, but caught himself, following where Kieran was leading him. The boy was scared some, mumbling in the hood as he was asking to be released. Of course, no one could understand him as the Cop proceed to drag him forward. No one in the bar attempted to stop what was happening as it all seemed consensual. And deep inside Mateo knew it was. He was scared and his cock was straining in the steel cage but deep inside he was excited and wanted to see what this cop would do to him.
They exit the bar into a light rain that was making things gleam. Mateo stumbled as the surface under his boots would change, but Kieran would only pull on the chain harder. The leather man led the boy right to his black Ford Explorer. The boy was pushed, chest first, against the wet vehicle as the leather man kicks his feet apart. Frisking the boy a little rougher than normal, Kieran spends a bit more time around the chastity device, making sure the boy was reminded that he was locked up. The boy moaned in the hood, which was quickly silenced by a slap in the face by the Cop.
“Shut the fuck up.”
That action was more aggressive than Kieran had been, but he was now in charge and wasn’t going to let this boy forget his position. Kieran pulls the chain, having the boy step back from the vehicle while he opens the back hatch on the SUV. Tugging on the chain again, he turns the boy around so that his ass sits on the edge of the SUV bumper. Reaching into the Explorer, Kieran pulls out heavy wide leather straps that he wraps around the boy’s ankles, followed by another strap below his knees. Kieran pushes the boy over and into the back deck of the Explorer. Grabbing the boy by his boots, he brings them closer to his cuffed hands, then grabs another leather strap, placing Mateo into a tight painful hogtie. Rolling the boy on his side, Kieran takes a pair of tit clamps, installing them on the boy’s tits, making him scream in the hood.
Grabbing the hood with his gloved hand, the Cop leans in close to the boy’s head so he could hear. “Struggle all you want fucker. The night is just getting started!”
With that comment, Kieran reaches up and slams the vehicle door shut as the boy was now alone in the back of his SUV. Climbing into the driver’s seat, Kieran starts his vehicle, soon he was driving out of the parking lot. The boy in the back is blind, helpless in bondage with his tits going numb in pain. Mateo was wondering what the hell had he just done.
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Published by Ironstar Media