By Hotch Rider

We pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road, heading away from the city. It took Jack around 15 minutes to get off the main road onto a bumpy path. The walls of the truck blocked my sight of where we were. All I could see was the almost completely dark sky with even the moon and stars hiding behind the clouds. It was a chilly night.

Another 15 minutes passed before the truck stopped. The engine went quiet, Jack opened his door and got off. I didn’t hear the door closing. Instead, there was some ruffling of metal and, I’m guessing, the sound of the glovebox closing. Jack walked over to the back of the truck and lowered the tailgate. At this point, I felt the discomfort in my shoulders for the first time. I had never spent this much time in handcuffs before and certainly not in this position. Then it hit me: I couldn’t get myself out of these cuffs. They were locked and I didn’t have the key. I couldn’t just unlock my hands because I couldn’t reach my dick. No, I had to beg this man whom I’d met just a few hours ago to please have the courtesy to free me.

My breathing was getting shallower and more frequent. I tried looking at Jack but couldn’t immediately see him. I squirmed a little, which made the chains rattle, to see Jack. Before I could, he tighhtly grabbed my right calf and said, “Relax, boy” in a calm yet assertive tone. I stopped moving around with a tiny dose of fear. Jack pulled on the chain between my ankles and dragged me out of the truck bed until my legs were hanging from the tailgate. I motioned to stand up but his hand firmly pressed my torso onto the truck. He then put a lycra hood over my head. It was heavily padded around the eyes and its collar was buckled which Jack put a padlock on. After another click of something metal and rattling of chains, my neck was pulled backwards and I stood upright. I was now functionally blind, hobbling and leashed. My dick was hard as hell and I instinctively started rubbing it on the truck. It took no more than three seconds for Jack to notice what I was doing and pull me away.

We started walking in very loose mud, which was weird because I didn’t remember it raining during the week. Jack was walking with great ease as he had his boots on whereas I, having the leg cuffs on without any shoes and not seeing where I stepped, was almost skiing on the slippery surface. The distance between us, and the tension on the leash rose until my neck was way ahead of my feet and I started falling. Luckily, Jack caught me by the shoulders, or so I thought for the fraction of a second that he barely slowed down my fall. Mud seeped a little through the lycra and into my mouth. As I tasted the earthy aroma, I realized I now couldn’t breathe. With considerable effort, I rolled over. This made little difference beacuse all the mud stuck onto the lycra formed a waterboard. I started chewing at the hood when I felt his hand clearing the mud away and finally I was breathing again. After a few deep breaths, it was time to keep on walking.

With my clothes now covered in mud front and back, it was even harder to keep up with Jack’s pace. I was so concentrated on walking that I didn’t notice when he stopped and the leash slacked. He yanked my upper arm to stop me. “More careful next time, you almost hit the wall.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

That “Sir” came out naturally. He hadn’t told me to call him that nor had I any idea I would. It just came out of my mouth like that. I heard a door unlocking and we walked through it onto a smooth concrete floor. The door closed behind us followed by another one opening. I stood still as my leash was not pulled and soon after heard Jack’s walking and that door too closing.

“There is a keychain on the floor. Grab it and unlock your right handcuff.”

His voice was behind a wall. I carefully knelt down and tried reaching the floor. The leash was obviously attached somewhere high and not long enough so I was now crouching with my hands barely touching the floor. I slowly waved my hands around, afraid of throwing the keys out of my reach. When I finally felt my fingers brush the keychain, I had to lean back against the leash’s hold and pinch the keyring with my fingers. Slowly, I got up, careful not to let the keys fall. There were five or six keys, I felt, that I tried on my handcuffs. Third time was the charm and my right hand was free.

“Now unclip the leash from your collar” which I did rather quickly.

“You can unlock everything now.” This was a little harder as I still couldn’t see but shouldn’t have taken me longer than two minutes. I was standing in a door room that had glass walls. The doors were opposite each other with one opening to the outside and the other towards a storage area that was not perfectly lit. Jack was in there, watching me with his arms crossed.

“Good boy. Now strip everything.” The mud had started caking on my clothes. I first took off my shirt. This was Jack’s first time seeing the body underneath my clothes. He had locked his eyes on me, watching my slightly anxious face, my eyes averting his, my hairy chest and thin arms all covered in patches of mud. I undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants and hesitatingly lowered them. It was an unfamiliar feeling, stripping for someone. Of course, I’d gotten naked in the gym and the college locker room but nobody was making me do it or watching intently. I felt not uncomfortable but actually embarassed. Why hadn’t I better prepared for this day? Why had I not gotten in shape? Why had I put on my boxer shorts from H&M instead of my D&G trunks?

Pants down at my ankles, I stepped out. With a swift pull on the waistband, my underwear was out too. I stood naked, half covered in mud with a throbbing dick. I hastily stroked it.

“Never without my permission!” This was proper angry, not just a power-play.

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank the author, Hotch Rider, for this story!