By ty dehner

My gloved hands gripped the bar holding 150 pounds of weights. I was on my last rep. As I exhaled and started to life, Sir pushed his cock into my mouth and down my throat. My arms burned as I got the weight to the top and waited for Sir to piston his cock in and out of my throat five times before I could bring the weights down. Once my throat cleared I inhaled through my mouth, and I could taste the leather, sweat and pre-cum of my Master. He smiled as he looked down at me, wearing his full motorcycle cop duty uniform. His gloved hands lightly tapped my cheek. The heavy leather hood I was locked in had a hole for my mouth that is open when I do my workouts and has eye holes. The rest of my head is encased in leather.

The next rep repeats what Sir did, but he quickens the pace of this pistoning, then faster for the next. On the last lift he slams his cock in deeper, piston-style, quickly shooting his load down my throat as my arms burn and struggle to keep the weight above me. When he pulls out, I drop the weights on the stand and Sir slaps my face hard before telling me I did a good job.

He releases the metal restraints that are welded to the weight bar, then removes the chains that hold me to the bench. Sitting up, Sir hands me a bottle that contains piss mixed with energy drink. I take a few swallows, then he shoves it in the exercise gag he created. It is a football mouth guard that has holes in the front to allow breathing through the mouth. Sir bolted it to a heavy leather strap that tightens behind my head and locks.

I go to the treadmill, where I stand in the middle. Sir takes the chain from the treadmill, locking it to the steel collar on around my neck. Chains are attached to the steel restraints around my wrists so that I am able to move them in steady rhythm as I walk. I have another 30 minutes until my workout is complete. Sir starts his workout so that I can watch him as I do my walking. The pace is brisk at first to keep me sweating but slows down to bring me down.

Since being with Sir, he has shaped me into the motoboy he wants. I’ve been doing these workouts daily for two years. Now they are more to keep me in the right condition for what he wants to use me or test me in intense long-term bondage submission sessions.

I am blessed that I work from home. After a few months serving Sir on nights and weekends he decided it was time to own me full time. That is when he took over my life. I was going to become his motoboy. He is a motorcycle cop and he wanted his boy to live, breathe and dream motorcycles. I had never ridden but in time that changed.

I have not been in a car in over a year. When I am allowed out, I only ride one of my two motorcycles. When I am at home I am locked in my home uniform. My ass is always plugged with a metal plug that he has an electric remote too, my cock in heavy metal chastity then I wear a full heavy rubber suit with gloves attached. A rubber hood is under the heavy leather hood that I wear. Sir had a custom motorcycle race suit created for me. There are lockable zipper access to all my holes. The leathers have hard plastic protections on the shins, knees, elbows and forearms. The leathers are black with “motoboy” on the back in large yellow letters. The hood is laced on, with a leather layer over that that is locked. While he wanted heavy motorcycle gloves in order for me to type he has me in tight leather cop gloves. I also wear a pair of black motocross boots. Steel lockable restraints are on my wrists and ankles. They are chained together, then chains also go to a heavy waist steel belt. When I am not working or doing my exercises, I wear a black full-face helmet that Sir has filled with his scent and lined in leather. It is locked on when I wear it.

I do my work in a small padded room that Sir created for me. There is a computer set up. I stay in the full gear as I do not have to do any visual meetings that show me on camera. The helmet is removed once I step into the room and he locks the door. I attach the catheter that is in my cock to a collection bottle and self-lock chains to hooks on the chair and the room. There are two small hoses that connect to water and protein drink that I am allowed access during my work time. I can’t move much when I am in the room for the 8 hours I work. I’ve been doing this for a year and no one will ever know that I am Sir’s motoboy.

When it is time to log off Sir comes and releases me from the restrains and the room, after I have put the helmet on. I am led to his gym and I start my workout. This starts in full chains, helmet and heavy motorcycle gloves on the Stairmaster. In the full leathers and heavy boots, I climb for 30 minutes. He trained me to lift my foot off the stairs 6 inches with each step. That is hard work with the MX boots and steel ankle restraints. I sweat a lot as Sir keeps the gym at 80 degrees for my workout. Breathing become labored inside the helmet. During the 30 minutes Sir increases the intensity to make me work harder. He has a complete duty uniform that he uses only for our workouts. He wears it in our gym and at the end of the week I get to sleep with it in my cage to get to know his smell.

After the climbing the workout get more intense. He removes the helmet and puts in the workout gag then puts the helmet back on. He likes that I can see him as I do my workout but can’t speak. Each part of my routine focuses on specific areas. Today started with legs. I lifted the heavy weights and set them on my shoulder, Sir then locks the bar to the metal cuffs on my wrists, I always must finish my reps before he unlocks. This exercise required 4 sets of 10 each. Doing these really makes me feel the plug in my ass. At times Sir likes to give me shocks with the plug that requires me to keep my balance with the heavy weights on my shoulders. As I move into the later rep my muscles get week and I do slow down. This is when Sir brings out the flogger and will strike my torso or back to keep me motivated.

Next Sir chains me to the leg lift bench and I do 4 sets of 10 lifting the weights with my ankles. My hands are cuffed behind my back during this and Sir flogs my check as I go through the workout. The next work out is my thigh work out, which of course he leaves me still chained.

I come to the end of my leg workout for the day. Sir allows me a drink of the piss energy drink mix.   He does some reps on his arms as I watch him working in his full uniform. I begin to think about how I have changed. I have full arms and chest now that is pure muscle, Sir calls me thick. I am not some over worked creature but enough to make his proud. He has had me inked foot to neck. Once I no longer have to work he will complete my head. He has created all the ink with some noting my submission to the Cop. Others are sexual and nasty in nature. When we go to leather events, he likes to have me in full leather bondage in the beginning, straight jacket and hooded. Then later strips me down to just harness and boots with a heavy chain attached to my collar.

I return my focus to Sir as he completes his reps then comes to me, releasing me and I go to the Universal weights to start working my arms. Through all of these I am chained and flogged while I work the weights. As we reach the end I am getting weak. But we have the final exercise as Sir chains me to the bench and the heavy weights. He removes the hood and gag, the puts the hood back on. He starts the workout by entering his cock into my mouth.

 

The end

Metal would like to thank ty dehner for sharing this story!