By lthr_jock

Mike screamed and yelled into the gag. All sorts of possibilities were going through his mind and his fought hard against the restraints causing the bed to jump and bang against the wall. Gordon stood watching him grinning at the sight. Although he had promised nothing sexual would happen to Mike, he enjoyed the sight of the muscular, restrained male fighting to break free. Gordon let Mike go on for a couple of minutes and then he took his hand and placed it over Mike’s mouth and pushed down. Mike felt the ballgag pushed further into his mouth completely blocking it. As it did, he had to breathe through his nose and he then realised that Gordon had blocked his nose as well. He stopped yelling as he fought for breath. As soon as he stopped, Gordon removed his hand and Mike gulped in the air again.

“Alright, Mikey, calm down. Nothing has happened to you.” Mike opened his eyes and stared up at Gordon . “I promised, didn’t I? You got drunk and passed out. Jan did this to you – his sense of humour I’m afraid. But I made sure nothing else was done.”

Gordon looked at his watch. “Right. Time for me to go. Jan usually sleeps late after a session like that, so you can expect to be for another couple of hours – unless, you want to stop?” Mike stopped still. Looking down he could see that his cock was now fully erect. He shook his head.

“Good then – and look, those pictures will be nice souvenirs for you.” Gordon tousled Mike’s hair “See you soon.”

Gordon stepped outside and closed the door behind him. He took a third phone out of his pocket and turned it on. With a chirp it confirmed that it was now linked to Mike’s phone. He stood there as it downloaded Mike’s contacts and contents. Gordon checked that the program he had installed was working and it was. Now he would get copies of all Mike’s emails and texts as well as access to his browser history. While Mike was unconscious, he had used some software a previous boy had given him to download all Mike’s passwords and he used them to check on Mikes accounts. He smiled – what luck that Mike ran his entire life off his phone. Whistling softly, he headed off.

Back in the room, Mike wondered what the hell he had agreed to. The ball gag was making his mouth ache and drool was running freely around it. The collar was a constant weight against his throat and every time he moved he could feel the heavy D rings on it. He tried to move his fingers but the rubber balls kept his fists solidly in place and he realised he was helpless. A twinge from his cock made him look down in time to see beads of precum flowing out of the tip. Clearly he was enjoying this on some level. With a sigh, he tried to relax and sleep, although he knew there was no chance of him doing so.

“MIKEY! TIME TO GO!”

The bellow near his ear made him jump with a start and only the restraints kept him in place. He opened his eyes to see Jan’s chuckling face close to his own.

“Aww, poor Mikey. Did Jan scare you? Time to go, Mikey.”

Jan reached up and unlocked Mike’s hands from the bedhead, then unlocked the rubber balls. He helped Mike get them off and then moved to unlock Mike’s ankles. Mike stretched, his muscles burning with fatigue and quickly undid the gag, leaning over to spit in a glass on the floor beside the bed. Jan roared with laughter.

“Yeah that makes you guys drool like fuck!” Mike reached down to start undoing the rope harness and Jan grabbed his wrists. “ No, no, no prospect. You come to the game with the harness on, you go home with it on.” He paused and grinned. “And because you throw up, you wear the collar too.” Mike started to object and Jan grabbed him around the throat with one meaty hand. As Mike flailed to try and stop him, Jan used his other hand to secure Mike’s right hand and then moved to kneel on his left hand. “You listen to me you little fucker, you turn up without shaved head, you only not get beaten up coz you is with Gordon. So when I tell you to wear the collar home, you fucking do what I say. UNDERSTAND?” Mike nodded and Jan released him, Mike coughing slightly. “OK, OK, I’ll wear the collar home.

“Fuckin right you will. And next time, if you turn up without a shaved head I do you myself. You get it?” Mike nodded. Jan grinned happily and slapped him on the head. “Good shit! Now fuck off. Time for work.”

Mike stood and looked around for his clothes. “ Err, where’s my gear?” Jan laughed. Your gear is in duffel bag. You threw up on it.” He picked up a pile of gear on the floor and Mike could smell the rank, stale smell of sweat coming off it. “You wear this home.” Mike started to complain and Jan turned sharply back towards him, hands fisted. “No, no, OK I’ll wear it.” “Yeah you will. Now hurry up. We gotta go.”

Mike pulled the shirt over his head and realised that once again he had been given a T-shirt that was far too small. It stuck to him like paint and the rope harness was clearly visible underneath. He had no trousers. Instead he had a pair of camouflage shorts with a key chain hanging from the right hand side. He looked in the pocket and found his house keys attached to the chain. He secured the trousers with a webbing belt and a Union Jack buckle. He then pulled on knee high Dr Marten boots and laced the yellow laces until his shins and feet were covered with the gleaming black leather. He grabbed his phone and headed out of the room. There he found himself in the function room of the pub. Jan looked up from his newspaper and laughed. “Fuck you look a mess, Mikey – and that collar looks sexy!” Mike looked at himself in the mirror behind the bar and grimaced as his cock leaped in its bondage. “You twisted fucker, Jan.” Jan simply roared with laughter and walked over to him, a white MA1 hanging from one hand. “Yeah I am – but Gordon say you not interested in that.” He shoved the MA1 into Mike’s arms and Mike recognised it as the one he had been wearing yesterday. “I not so cruel. Now fuck off before I change my mind and send you home gagged.” Mike rapidly pulled the jacket on, zipped it up to cover the collar as much as he could and then headed for the exit. He paused, but a pat on the jacket showed him where his wallet was and he left.

Mike looked around to work out where he was and then wondered how he could best get home. He pulled out his phone and called for an Uber. Within 10 minutes a taxi appeared and Mike slipped into the back. With relief, he gave his home address and collapsed in the back. The taxi driver looked in the mirror and could clearly see the collar over the top of the MA1. He smiled – he would have a good story to tell his girlfriend tonight.

Mike stripped off the smelly gear and stood there in the rope harness. He started to take it off and as he released the cords from around his groin, his cock became rockhard. It only took a few jerks for him to cum and he groaned with pleasure as he cleaned up and sat down. To his surprise he still had the rest of the harness on and he took it off before heading for the shower. Mike emailed Gordon to thank him. To his surprise, he got no response.

And that continued for the next two weeks. He called several times and each time got Gordons voicemail. He texted him and got no reply. He emailed him and got the same. Twice he drove around to Gordons address, but didn’t ring the bell. He was frustrated – partially as every time he thought about what happened, it made him aroused. He had cleaned and laundered all the kit he had – and now he had quite a collection of skinhead gear. The more Gordon ignored him, the more frustrated he got. He went on line to look up more about skinheads, leather and bondage. Across the other side of town, Gordon smiled as he saw the sites Mike was visiting. They gave him some ideas. His ideas were helped by purchases Mike made. When he ordered a pair of leather jeans for himself, Gordon was notified. And he was able to make some amendments to the order and get it sent to his own address. When it arrived he was very pleased and so he decided to break the silence.

***

Mike stepped out of work tired after a long shift. He threw his bag into the backseat of his car and prepared to drive home. As he started his car, his phone indicated he had received a text message. He thought about reading it when he got home, but his Pavlovian response won and before he pulled away, he looked at it – it was from Gordon. He opened it:
“Don’t drive home. Go to Crossway and park on the southern end of Rushgrove Park. When you get there text me. You have 15 minutes.” Mike wondered what the hell was going on. He was shattered and nearly texted Gordon to tell him he wasn’t interested – but he knew that would be the end of it. He looked at his watch – 18:15. He could just make it.

Mike pulled into Crossway with a minute to spare. He quickly texted Gordon. It seemed like ages until the reply came: “Go into Rushgrove Park and walk past the tennis courts. There is a bag in the third bin. Strip and put everything you are wearing into the bag, then head to the fourth bin. You have 5 minutes.”

Mike was appalled – and aroused. What Gordon was asking was too much…way too much. Or was it? Gordon had no interest in getting Mike caught – and this was all about risk. Mike made his decision. Putting his bag into his boot, he threw his phone in with it and then jogged down the path past the tennis courts.

He counted the bins and reached the third one with three minutes to spare. He looked around – the park was empty. It was getting dark so it was unlikely anyone would come this way. He reached into the bin and under a newspaper found a sports bag. He pulled it out and started to strip. As he did, he put each item into the bag. Mike was soon completely naked and he zipped the bag shut. It had a lock on it and he pushed it in place, locking his clothing away. He put the bag back in the bin and then ran to the fourth bin. He hoped he was in time – he couldn’t tell as his watch was now in the bin.

In the fourth bin was a similar bag and he pulled it out of the bin. He looked around and could still see no-one. He opened it and pulled out a sheet of paper. “Congratulations, Mikey. You have 5 minutes to put on everything in this bag, put the bag back in the bin and then present yourself at the north entrance to the park.”

Mike sighed. He now had no choice, so as he pulled each item out he put it on without even thinking about it. First on went a heavy leather and metal bulldog harness, the oversized D-ring nestling between his pecs. Next was a leather jockstrap. He then pulled out something that took him a moment to recognise – he had only ever seen a pair online. He groaned and pulled on the skintight leather chaps and secured the belt. Socks followed and a pair of black DMs. Finally, a leather waistcoat that hung open, hiding nothing of his torso.  Mike looked in the bag – he had been expecting more than that. The bag was empty, so he put it back in the bin and then ran to the north exit of the park.

As the exit came in sight, he could see Gordons LandRover parked with its back facing the park. Godon was stood beside it in the full leather uniform Mike had first seen him in. He didn’t speak. Instead he opened the back to reveal a cage inside it – a cage made of solid steel bars. Mike dropped his head. “I suppose you want me in that?” He stepped forward and Gordon stopped him with a hand in the middle of his chest. With the other hand he held up a pair of handcuffs. Not ones like the rigid ones Mike used at work, these were thick and linked with chain. Mike held up his hands and in seconds, Gordon had them chained together.

“Sit on the tailgate.”

Mike did so and Gordon then locked a matching set of ankle shackles on him. “Cage.” Mike turned and crawled into the cage. Gordon slammed the door and locked it with a big padlock. Mike tried to turn around and realised he couldn’t – he was now trapped on all fours facing into the LandRover. Gordon slammed the door behind him and then walked around to the side door beside Mikes head. He opened it and then reached into the cage. He ruffled Mikes hair and Mike went to speak when he slipped a thick cloth bag over Mikes head. He pulled it tight around Mikes neck and then added a collar. “HEY! What’s going on?”

Mike felt Gordon grab his neck “Shut up or you’ll be gagged.”

“Yes Sir.” Gordon threw a blanket over the cage and then went around to the drivers seat. As he drove off he chuckled to himself and wondered how his copper was feeling. Mike was horny as hell. He could reach down with his cuffed hands to rub at his cock which was bulging the leather jockstrap. He had no idea how Gordon had organised this, but he was glad he had gone along with it. The hood stopped him seeing anything and he soon was doing little but bracing himself to stop falling from side to side as the LandRover went around corners. He had no idea how long he had been inside the cage when the vehicle stopped.

After a few moments he heard the door open behind him and the cage was unlocked. “Back slowly out.” Mike did so and felt his knees his the edge of the tailgate. Gordon reached in and removed the bag and Mike could see enough to turn over and sit on the tailgate. He looked up to see they were in a back alley. It was vaguely familiar. He could see a rear door with a sign beside it “The Eagle”. As Gordon bent to undo the shackles, Mike was horrified. “No, Sir, please. Too many people know me.” Gordon stood up the shackles in one hand and Mike stood as well. “ No-one in there will care.” “Yes, but what if they say something? That’s me screwed.” Gordon grinned. “No problems. I can make sure you won’t be recognised. He reached into the back of the LandRover and pulled something out which he held up for Mike. “Suitable, no?” Mike was shocked and then nodded. “I see you’re hesitating – you can always back out.” Mike shook his head and then bent it forwards. Gordon grinned and pulled the rubber hood down over Mike’s head. He snugged it in place. “There, that’s better.” Mike looked up, his face now hidden behind the rubber features of a pig. The front was moulded to look like a snout, but the internal lips made the snout work so that when Mike spoke, the snout moved as well. “I suppose you think this is funny.” Gordon waited. Mike sighed “I suppose you think this is funny, Sir.” Gordon smiled “Actually, yes.” He removed Mikes handcuffs and then clipped a leash to the D-ring in the front of the bulldog harness. He yanked it “Come on, this should be fun.”

Gordon led Mike into the packed Eagle. Mike had never seen it from this side and inside the hood he was already sweating. People got out of Gordons way, but he had to force his way through and he felt people pressing against him and hands fondling his naked arse. He peered out of the tiny eye slits in the hood, blinking as sweat ran down his head.   “Sir, wait…Sir, can I just?” Gordon spun around, rage apparent on his face. He leant in and whispered “I have a reputation to uphold, so shut up or you will be gagged.” Mike nodded and tried not to say anything else. Gordon moved from group to group, each time pulling Mike along on the leash behind him. He did his best to ignore the sweat and the hands – and the fact that his cock was demonstrating his pleasure by tenting the jockstrap. He was completely surprised when a hand reached under the jockstrap and rubbed his erect cock. “HEY! Get off!” he yelled. He turned, but before he could do anything, Gordon grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. Mike’s hands were pulled behind him and handcuffed in place. Gordon then span him around and pushed a red rubber ball shaped like an apple inside the moulded snout and into Mike’s mouth. The ball was big and forced his mouth and snout open. Mike grunted as it slid past his teeth, forcing his tongue to the bottom of his mouth and silencing him. Gordon roughly secured it behind Mike’s head and locked it in place. “You will be silent pig, now KNEEL.” Mike knealt down and the man that had grabbed his cock moved in with a knowing grin. To Mike’s surprise, Gordon pushed him away “Never touch my slave without permission, you hear?” The man blushed, nodded, and moved away into the crowd.

Gordon leant down and whispered “You OK?” Mike nodded. “Want to stop?” Mike shook his head. He lifted his hands up to indicate the apple gag and grunted. Gordon laughed “Not a fucking chance. If I let you off with that, everyone will know something is up. Now shut up and enjoy what’s happening to you.” Gordon then turned to talk to the other leather clad men. Mike was ignored. He shuffled slightly as his knees started to ache. Despite his embarrassment, he could feel his cock still rockhard. He reached his hand under the jockstrap and was stopped by Gordon yanking on the leash. “Do that again and you’ll be punished.” Mike nodded and grunted. Gordon smiled as his pig made an appropriate noise and he rubbed Mike’s head – an odd feeling through the thick rubber.

Mike settled in place. His fatigue allowed him to drift so he almost missed it when Gordon stood, looking out the window. Gordon pulled out his phone and quickly dialled 3 numbers “Hello? Police please. Yes this is Gordon Wright W R I G H T. I’m at the Eagle and there are two men outside acting suspiciously. Description? Well both look like skinheads…” Mike looked in the direction of the window, but couldn’t see anything from his vantage point. He stood up to see what was going on, just as there was a massive crash as a plant from outside was thrown through the window. The window smashed and everyone inside could hear “FAGGOTS! Why don’t you fuck off!” as the two perpetrators ran off.   As they did, the sound of sirens could be heard – clearly Gordons call had the police on their way already. Mike stiffened – he knew what was coming next. He couldn’t be found like this. Gordon crouched down beside him. “I can protect you. Do you trust me?” Mike paused and nodded. Gordon turned and quickly spoke to the men he was talking to. One of them grabbed Mikes leash and with two others they ran upstairs.

Meanwhile, two police cars arrived. One went off in pursuit of the vandals, the other stopped and two police officers came into the Eagle. Gordon didn’t recognise either of them, but knew they would know Mike. He went over to talk to them. As he did, he saw the man who had fondled Mike earlier going up to one of the officers and whispering something in his ear. He came over to Gordon. “Excuse me Sir, that gentleman says there was another man with you when this happened.” “No, he is mistaken.” “Were you with someone else Sir?” “Yes, I was here with Mikey. But he was taken upstairs before I called you. I assure you, he would have seen nothing.” “Can we check that Sir?” “Of course, come this way.” The officer headed upstairs with Gordon.

In the middle of the room, three leather men were stood around Mike. He was on all fours, his ankles, knees, wrists and elbows shackled to the floor. A thick leather collar was around his neck and a heavy padlock secured it to a chain that prevented him lifting his head. Behind him was a dildo on the end of a steel pole. The pole was about 1 ft behind Mike and the men had been lining it up with his arse. His jockstrap had been removed and his cock was clearly fully erect. “See? He’s been here for a while.” The officer blushed bright red and turned away. “Yeah well, horses for courses I guess. I’ll need to take your details – can you give me his?” “Of course, “ said Gordon smoothly. “Shall we go downstairs?” The officer gratefully agreed and the 5 men headed down leaving Mike on his own. He grunted into the apple and tried to move. The guys had done a good job of securing him in place. The collar was evil and he could hardly turn his head. As a result, when he heard footsteps he couldn’t turn his head to see who it was. He flinched and grunted as a hand reached under him and slid up and down his engorged penis.

Mike tried to move away, but couldn’t. The hand stopped arousing him and the person moved around to the front to that Mike could see who it was – it was the man that Gordon had scared off downstairs. He grinned maliciously. “So the little piggy doesn’t like being touched by me, does he? Not good for him, eh? Well Gordon isn’t here to look after you now.” Mike started yelling into the gag, fighting the restraints but they were immovable. “Time you learned what it is to serve a proper Master, pig. I would have had you plugged with a rubber tail by now. Maybe you’re too tight. Well, there’s a way to fix that.” The man picked up a remote and pressed several buttons. Mike heard a noise from behind him and realised that the man had activated the fucking machine. “Yes, I think this will open your arse up nicely.” He put the remote down and walked away, leaving Mike helpless and unable to see that behind him the dildo was spinning and moving forwards and backwards while the rod it was fixed to was bringing it closer and closer to his virgin arse.

 

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Metal would like to thank the author, lthr_jock, for this story. If you enjoyed it be sure to leave a comment in the comments section!