The Bear Trap – Parts 1 to 3

By FirefighterSIR

Part 1

If you travel over the rough Santa Lucia Mountains, past towering Cone Peak, and away from the white water Big Sur coast, you come to set of broad oak studded valleys and chaparral covered ridges descending eastward toward the Salinas Valley. The Bear Trap is named for a box canyon among the ridges where oaks stud the grassy north facing slopes and brush and ghostly grey pines the sunburn south faces. Long ago, Mexican vaqueros would lure grizzly bears into the steep sided “trap” with live bait, such as a steer, to be roped and killed.

The ranch in that canyon is accessed by a 7-mile dirt road, and no one lives out there except the Captain. And the muscled work slave.

The slave, curled inside the barred cage, tried to sleep during that hot night. But despite the grueling first day of his ordeal, he could not. The slave shifted in the cage, his locked metal collar biting into his thick neck. The chains clinking, he reflected back over the last 20 hours.

The slave had started this trip like any other to a leather event; bag packed with harness and boots and sex toys, boarding the plane. First-class ticket to San Francisco. His rented car waiting at the curb, a sunny bright early summer day spent on the wide freeways heading south for his sexy weekend of leather play with a Master from the internet.

But something went wrong. The landscape began to change as he drove, no more suburbs and Starbucks, no shopping malls. No palm lined streets of coastal cities. The directions were sending him deeper into the agricultural fields away from the kinky vacation he imagined. When he arrived in the tiny farm town just off the freeway, he was already nervous but something deep inside stirred and his cock swelled as each dirty pickup truck passed by on the street. So the slave had waited, texting to his friends in New York, listening to music is his comfy rented SUV until he was startled by a knock on his window.

He had ignored the huge muddy Chevy truck that had pulled up next to him. Now a large strong man clad in a deep blue uniform, crisp long short sleeve shirt, shining badge and heavy black boots was looking in at him with an annoyed expression.

The slave had no time to react. The car door was open, the bag was over his head, the cuffs locked onto flailing arms, his head hitting the door on the way out, the phone crushed under the boot, his body thrown up into the truck bed, cuffs on ankles, a strap around the chest cinching arms close. The sound of the rental car door alarm still dinging as the truck started up and began to pull away. The slave’s mind had raced! My phone! My wallet! My stuff! What is going on?? It is being all left here open and available?! Is this some mistake?

An hour later, the truck finally slowed down, then stopped. He could hear military radios making muffled chatter over the rumble of the diesel engine.

The firefighter inside the truck was talking with the gate guards at the edge of a sprawling military base! Oh fuck! Now what?!? The slave steeled himself for the embarrassing reveal he was sure to come any second now!

But when the truck begin moving again, there was only the sound of the wind again.

The truck moved from pavement to dirt, dirt to rougher dirt, the slave’s body bounced and thumped in the bed, no way to protect himself. The sun was heating the heavy bag and making it hard to breathe and sweat dripped into the slave’s mouth and eyes, his arms totally numb. The only way in or out of the ranch was through the army base, like having a massive 24-hour guard force to keep the slave in his place!

The rest of that hot midday was a blur even now.

The sudden stop, the bag ripped away, the firefighter barking orders and grabbing the slave, cutting off his clothes with the big knife. The cuffed slave strung up spread eagle between to posts outdoors, the cold hose down, the inspection, the punches and flogging. And brutal first rape, worked over by the hairy muscled Captain who stripped down naked except his heavy black boots as he had become more aroused with each yell of pain from the slave and the massive load the slave gave up unwillingly at the Bear Trap.

 

Part 2

 

For a day that had ended so brutally hot, the night was painfully chilly.

The slave shivered and stared upwards into the dim dawn sky through the branches of a spreading blue oak. That tree, which provided shelter for the primitive cage, shaded the slave by day and sheltered his naked collared body by night.

But that tree was not his friend and did not move to ease the slave’s hard use and suffering.

The slave guessed it was about 6 am and the sun was still not over the rim of the hills when he heard the Captain stir in the small cabin about 20 yards away. He appeared at the door, totally naked except for unlaced boots shoved onto his feet, two dogs bursting out of the door behind him. His hairy muscled body was deeply tanned with thick black tattoo bands on his forearms and shoulders. His body hair was also black and trimmed tight against his  heavy pecs and down his abs and legs. His cock was fully erect and he stepped out into the chill predawn easily.

The slave was now fully awake and staring but scared to move.

The Captain walked slowly over to the cage, his stiff cock slapping against his abs until he stood above the cage. Up close you could see the man’s dark mustache, sharp beard and hair flecked with silver. The slave was paralyzed with fear, still sore and cut from the long hard ordeal of the day before and the long hard raping that he experienced that night until he had passed out. The Captain never looked down but simply gripped his stiff rod and bent it down towards the cage. A stream of hot yellow piss splattered the slave’s muscles and face. The slave sputtered but then suddenly he eagerly opened his mouth and accepted the stream. He moved quickly to his knees and pressed his face against the cage bars and tried to push his face up to towards the long slow piss stream. The Captain’s piss was dark and rich and he shuddered as he pushed out the last of the stream. He looked down now at the slave, collared, naked and chilled. The slave looked deep into his eyes but then looked away, suddenly aware that he was no longer the man he was yesterday. Now eager to do nothing more than to be used and to please. The slave began to shiver and quake as the first rays of sun hit the cage and he bent to lick up the last drops of piss on his own arms and legs.

The Captain reached into the cage and grabbed the slave’s heavy metal collar and yanked his face up to the bars.

“Lick,” he grunted deeply and pressed his still stiff rod into the slave’s face. The slave’s eyes widened in fear and he gagged a moment as his face made contact with the shaft of the hard cock. He tried to pull back but then began to lick, the Captain’s rough hand guiding his head up the shaft, then over the top, then down, and towards the warm shaved balls. The Captain’s nuts were large and sensitive and he groaned softly as the slave licked the dark shaved skin. He yanked harder on the collar and tipped his head back as the slave probed his tongue deeper under the sack and into the hairy crack between his legs. All the slave could see was leg and hair and he smelt the deep rich sweaty odor of the Captain. The slave’s head was pulled up again to engage the round balls and pushed over towards the left to worship his right nut. The slave could glimpse the Captain’s black boots spread far apart now against the cage. His cock was growing purple, the slave’s own cock was dripping a puddle of juice into the concrete cage floor and slicking his abs and legs.

The slave reached out and gripped the scuffed toe of one boot with his hand. The Captain did not stroke his own cock but let it stand free and it slapped against the cold metal of the cage while the slave licked and sucked the right nut. The man grunted deeply and suddenly when white cum burst out of the head and down onto the slave’s dirty, sweat-streaked face. The slave looked up and tried to lick some of the delicious cum but the Captain held his face on his balls and jerked the collar to keep the slave licking. The Captain panted and grunted now heavily and bent low over the cage, supporting himself with his left hand. His eyes were closed and a bit of spit dripped out of his clenched teeth and onto the slave’s back. More cum shot out of his cock and the he pumped his rod against the metal while it continued to drip and drool white juice.

He pulled back suddenly and the slave tried to lick up the cum covering his still stiff tool, but the man walked away without a word, back into the cabin, followed by the dusty dogs.

The slave stared after him for several minutes before trying to lick up the last drops of cum and piss anywhere he could see them. When he looked down, he realized that he had shot a load of his own onto the rough concrete.

An hour later, the Captain was back, wearing his heavy black boots and thick Carhart work pants, a thick black belt with leather sheathes for cuffs, knife and police radio. He wore a sweat-stained cap and sunglasses. Hanging from his belt was a leather crop. He was shirtless and the heat was already rising in the ranch camp under the oak. One hand held a plastic water flask the other a bowl. The slave heard more than saw the door open and eagerly scrambled out of the cage, trying to stand up, but his sore arms and legs were no match for the swift grip of the Captain. He grabbed the loop on the collar and snapped a chain leash to it.

“You like that boy, don’t you boy?” he grumbled deeply and jerked the leash hard forcing him back down on all fours.

The bowl was set carefully just outside the cage. There was a mix of scrambled eggs and cut sausage and several pills. Then he set down the flask.

He looked directly at the slave but the slave was crushed under his stare and looked away. No words were exchanged but the slave scrambled over and eagerly gulped down the pills and food, not even caring what he had just ingested. He grabbed the water flask and downed the water as well. Panting, he finally had the strength to look up, his gaze following the heavy scuffed black boots, then the worn pant cuff then the crop and then the Captain’s chest. He stopped short of His face.

The Captain dropped a pair of heavy leather gloves in front of the slave and pulled a tube from his back pocket.

In a swift move He yanked up the slave by the collar, tossing the chain over the low branch of the oak above them. He yanked hard on the leash and the slave was suddenly pulled straight up on tip toes struggling to stand, hanging from the collar. His arms propellered around but they were cuffed behind his back in seconds.

The Captain began to talk as He opened the tube and squeezed out a gob of white cream.

“The slave will work today to earn its keep. There are many chores that need to be done today,” he said in his deep, but somehow soft voice.

“We will start with something simple. You are to be my ‘swamper.’ That means that I will run a chainsaw and cut brush and you have to drag it away and pile it up. Got it?”

The slave tried to grunt an answer but could barely breathe. He was having a hard time thinking while trying to stand on his toes as the Captain rubbed the white sunscreen all over the slave’s bound muscles. His cock was rock hard and he grunted and panted as the rough hands rubbed over his thick 6 pack and wide lats. He managed a loud moan as the hands stroked heavily over his pecs and big hard nipples.

“You like that boy, eh? Like your nips worked, huh, boy? Well I will have to train them special now that you are mine!”

“Uhhhh hah!” was all the slave could manage as the Captain worked down the slave’s wide muscled back and into his cut and bruised ass cheeks and down his legs.

Then he came around the front and looked at the slave’s massive erection and the juice dripping copiously to the dust.

“The slave won’t cum on his own ever again, boy,” he said softly.

The slave tried to look down as the Captain grabbed his stiff cock and pulled a metal object out of his other pocket. The slave’s cock was painfully bent forward and slid into the cold metal chastity device. The slave began to panic! His cock felt like it was being ripped off! He struggled and tried to kick out but the collar bit harder into his stretched neck and was choking him! His balls were pulled, squeezed and locked up in the device.

The Captain looked up and admired his work. The slave stretched by his neck, his muscled body shining with the drying cream, the silver device locked onto his balls.

He walked behind the cage and produced a pair of black combat boots.

He threw them down in front of the slave and unlocked the leash, the slave stumbling backwards into the dust. He stepped up and unlocked the cuffs and brought them to the front, pulling the slave’s muscled arms together again.

“Put the boots on, we need to get to work!”

The slave struggled with the laces as the Captain loaded up the dirty ATV with a chainsaw, oil, water, and fuel.

It roared to life in a puff of blue smoke when the Captain mounted it like a horse.

“Here! NOW!” he shouted over the engine noise and the slave struggled to his feet running over with arms held in front of him even as he wondered in his mind what he had gotten into and when it would end.

The Captain waited, holding a long piece of rope with a clip on the end. When the slave was close enough He grabbed the cuffs and clipped the rope to them. Without warning He turned and gunned the ATV. The slave jerked forward and stumbled to the ground.

“Keep up, boy!” He shouted and gunned the engine again. The slave had to run just to keep up with the 20 feet of rope leading out now and up the trail into the brush. His eyes were wide with fear of being dragged or falling on the sharp rocks but he kept his footing.

Day Two at Bear Trap Ranch had begun.

 

Part 3

 

The slave suddenly realized that it must be about 2am.

The slave could hear the Captain laughing and talking with some of the truckers gathered around the massive dirty Chevy truck and smell the beer breath and cigarette smoke. The truck stop bar must have just closed for the night.

The slave was bound in the truck bed, his arms stretched and shackled to the sides, his booted legs spread wide and chained as well, his ass exposed as he laid chest down on the rough saw horse set in the pickup. On either side huge semi’s rumbled in the hot night sheltering the depraved scene from the rest of the truck stop.

The slave spit to get the cold cum and piss out of his mouth and panted and moaned as he heard another burly trucker climb up into the lifted pickup and unzip his jeans.  The trucker’s rough, heavy hands cupped the slave’s face and pushed his thick dirty cock toward the slave’s exhausted mouth. The slave began to tongue and suck the thick meat as he felt another man grab the slave’s abused ass and finger and grope his tortured hole. The second trucker’s cock slid into the raped hole easily and began to pump the muscled slave furiously. Both men were massive, burly, hairy-chested bears. The one being sucked and serviced by the slave pulled off his tight tee and mauled his own huge nips while the other used his hands to grip the muscled slave’s tight waist to drive his rod deep inside with each thrust and pull out fully to make his raped hole snap. The first trucker took the leather crop laying across the cum drenched slave’s back and began to stroke the nips of the second truckers huge pecs. Then begin to beat the slave’s back in unison with the double fucking thrusts at both holes. Both were grunting and panting in the diesel fume filled air.

The slave could barely remember the day that had just unfolded.

The Bear Trap Ranch consists of three parallel ridges that enclose a deep canyon in the hills beyond King City. The middle ridge is the lowest, ending in a small meadow with a tiny cabin resting on it.  The mouth of the canyon is narrow, guarded by a grove of ancient oaks and a heavy rusted cattle gate. In colonial times, fierce grizzly bears would be lured into the canyon and roped by vaqueros to be tormented and killed for sport. The road that leads up the canyon to the middle ridge is narrow and rough, just wide enough to allow a pickup to scrape by with spiny dry brush over hanging both sides.

After the slave had been roped to the ATV the morning before, he had been forced to run behind it down the narrow road to where they would work that day. The sun was already burning full in the canyon and the dust marked their travel eastward. The ATV stopped and the Captain jumped off, busying himself with the chainsaw. The slave panted and blew about 15 feet away still shaky on his feet and sweat drenched. The slave was totally naked except for a silver chastity device locked to his cock and metal cuffs and collar.

The chainsaw roared to life and the Captain slipped a dirty flannel shirt over his bare torso. He dropped an orange helmet and earcovers onto his head and uclipped the rope holding the slave to the ATV.

The slave ran forward when the Captain motioned him.  He shouted over the chainsaw.

“Take the brush and pile it over there, boy! Watch out for the bar!” indicating the racing chain blade.

That was the last thing the slave heard before the Captain revved the saw and climbed up to the fringe of brush along the road. The slave had no time to think as branches began to drop and fall toward his naked body. The brush was spiny and sharp and each huge limb, over 6 ft long, had to be pulled out, gathered up and run over to the pile across the road. The slave learned this the hard way. After the first few cuts, the Captain stared angrily at the slave as he stood there afraid to move stopped in mid pull. The Captain cut the saw motor and grabbed the leather crop on his belt.

“Pull the branches! Put them in the pile!” He shouted and slapped the crop across the slave’s massive pecs, making sure to hit both of his huge nips. The slave grabbed and pulled an ran while the Captain resumed cutting, but did not get the rhythm: cut, pull, gather, run, to the Captain’s satisfaction until he had suffered a several more hard lashes with the crop to the slave’s back, legs and abs. The marks stood out very dark red and black on the slave’s already red and sweaty smooth skin.

An hour later, the slave’s head was spinning and he stumbled into the road. The two had made good progress, widening the road track over twenty feet along several yards, but there was still almost a mile to go!

The Captain gulped cold water from the cooler in the shade of a scrawny pine and motioned the slave over. The slave fell to his knees at His boots and hung his head, panting and hot, his sweat dripping off in puddles, mixing with pre-cum that had been drooling out of his caged cock all morning.

The Captain reached down and grabbed the slave’s face and shoved a dirty thumb in his mouth to open it. He poured cold water down the slave’s throat. The slave sputtered and gulped greedily. The Captain then shoved a pill into the slave’s mouth and more water to follow until the slave swallowed.

Without a word He pulled off His sweat and dirt drenched shirt and threw it aside. He backed up against the tree and gripped the lowest branch, exposing his ripe hairy pits and his large dark nipples stretched against his thick pecs clothed with trimmed black hair.

The slave shakily rose and stepped close, meeting the Captain’s eyes. The smell of sweat and testosterone was as intense as the dust and sage in the air.

The slave moved forward and placed his face in the sweating armpit and licked eagerly, deeply inhaling the scent. The slave’s head was a blur and he closed his eyes trying to stay standing. The Captain grunted and breathed deep as well pushing the slave towards his pecs with one hand.

The slave licked and bit the nipple and reached one shackled hand down to rub the heavy fabric of the Captain’s Carharts. The Captain’s other hand reached and gripped the slave around the waist and pushed him forward toward the back of the ATV. In one deft move the slave was spun around, cuffed and pushed over the rack.

The Captain mounted the bike and shoved his crotch into the face of the slave doubled over on the machine. The slave took no time in grabbing the unbuckled belt with his teeth and working open the dirty work pants. The slave strained his neck forward to exposed the black jock strap inside and the Captain’s engorged cock shoved free on its own to meet the slave’s mouth. The Captain reached over and pulled the slave closer by his cuffed wrists and began to face fuck his muscled animal property.

The slave took the entire length but knew that he needed to massage the man’s cock slow to induce the river of white hot cum out.

The slave opened wider as he worked the massive meat tool. The Captain laid back on the handle bars, his sweat running down his abs towards his cock slave’s open mouth. The Captain’s balls tightened and his hips pumped the slave’s mouth pushing deep inside until the cum came. The Captain grunted and moaned, emptying his nuts and holding the slave to his cock.

He was breathing heavily into the hot air under the pine but was not done. As the slave attempted to pull away, The Captain pushed his face back down over His shaft and begin to work the slave’s face up and down the shaft. The slave could not beleive it! He was being forced to polish the man’s head and rod immediately! The slave tried to keep up and begin to suck with all his might. He could feel the cock stiffen and swell again, seemingly bigger than before inside his mouth. The Captain pulled him down to suckle his balls and begin to use his dirty hand to stroke His spit-lubed rod. The Captain pumped a second load down the slave’s throat before he was let up and the Captain dragged him back to camp.

The slave was ripped out of his thoughts as the huge trucker cock in his abused and ripped asshole yanked free from a deep thrust and shot hot cum onto his sweat drenched back. He must have been taken by 8 men already in that truck stop outside Paso Robles. The slave’s hand dropped and he panted, and tried to move his tortured cock, locked in cruel chastity and drooling a constant stream of juice. The Captain was telling one man, with a huge thick chest, and knaki uniform, that he would be the last one to ride the slave tonight. The slave tried to look up but could only see the shining boots and blue stripe down the uniform pant under the edge of the blindfold. The CHP officer’s soft black gloves pulled up on the slave’s chin and guided his mouth to the massive rod sticking out under the heavy black leather gun belt laden with tasers and cuffs.

The slave knew what he was sucking. Cop Cock! And he got a second wind, straining up against the bonds to try and take the full measure of the cop meat. The cop pulled out and moved to the slave’s hole and shoved his gloved hand deep into the slave’s hole while the other squeezed its swollen balls. The slave moaned desperately. The patrolman slipped his cock inside and began to pump the cum splattered hole. The Captain climbed in behind the patrol man and opened his tight knaki shirt shirt, slipping his hands in under the tactical vest to grope the massive pecs encased in kevlar protection. The patrolman’s dark, close-cropped hair brushed against the Captain’s face as he murmured into his ear. The slave only heard a single sentence above the diesel roar around him and the moans of the patrolman.

“ … Yeah, Levi, this slave is real good isn’t it? Well, you and the rest of the Cadre are gonna have a good time on Sunday … don’t forget … you owe me for this … “

The CHP shuddered as he shot his load with the Captain’s muscled arms wrapped around him and the slave passed out again …

 

To be continued …

 

Metalbond would like to extend great thanks to FirefighterSIR for the latest chapter of The Bear Trap — a story that makes him quake in fear yet also tremble with excitement.

 

FirefighterSIR may be contacted at bigsurleather@yahoo.com

 

 

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