By Rubrpig

As always, this slave is writing while wearing Wesco big boss double buckle engineers, locked in a Carrara chastity belt, padlocked wrist restraints, and a locked posture collar.

Adam shrugged his heavy muscled shoulders to ease the stress, and his body armor creaked as he flexed.  His biceps strained the short sleeves of his tan uniform shirt.  His shirt was soaked under the armored vest.  The vest was heavy and made heavier with all the equipment he had attached to the vest.  He was tired but he was near the end of his shift on highway patrol.  Just then a leather clad man on a Harley passed his cruiser but he was just below the speed limit, so Adam just looked at the rider.  The rider was obviously heavily muscled under the heavy black riding leathers.  The rider wore a matte black full-face helmet so Adam could not check out the rider’s face, so Adam lost interest and headed back to the sheriff’s station to end his shift.

Adam finished his end of shift paperwork and left the station and headed home to relax.  After he got home and stripped off his sweaty uniform he had a shower.  After drying off he pulled on a pair of tight worn jeans, black cowboy boots and a t-shirt that fitted his muscular torso like a second skin.  He found something for dinner and relaxed.  He flipped through the TV channels but could not settle on anything that interested him.  He turned off the TV and sat there and then decided to head out to his favorite bar for a beer or two.

He pulled up to the bar in his truck and got out.  Walking into the bar he noticed a black Harley parked by the entrance and it looked familiar.  He walked past it and realized it was the one that passed him on the highway.  He walked into the bar and realized that his cock was getting hard and pushing its way down the right leg of his jeans.  As he walked up to the bar he looked around and saw the leathered rider sitting on a stool in the corner of the bar, his helmet sitting on the table beside his mug of beer on the table.  Adam picked up his mug of beer and wandered over to the biker.

Adam walked up to the biker and asked if the Harley out front of the bar was his and the biker nodded.  The biker had a shaved head and a heavy dark beard that was shaped to draw attention to his chin and to his dark blue eyes.  The biker nodded and looked over at the man standing by him and noticed the shape of a large hard cock straining against the denim of the right leg of his jeans.  His own cock started to get hard in his heavy langlitz breeches.  He shifted causing his leathers to creak and he dropped his right booted foot to the floor of the bar with a thud.  He smiled and introduced himself as John.  Adam put out his hand and told him his name and the two men smiled at each other and Adam sat down at the bar and set his beer down.

Adam took a long drink and looked over and told John that he had seen him earlier on the highway.  John nodded and asked whereabouts of the sighting.  Adam nodded and asked John if he remembered passing a Sherriff’s cruiser on the highway.  John smiled and nodded.  Asking Adam if he was the Sherrif, he nodded at Adam’s response.  Then the biker reached over and grabbed Adam’s hard cock through the taunt denim of Adam’s jeans.  Adam, startled by the sudden action, soon calmed down and smiled as the biker massaged his cock.  The biker smiled and asked Adam if he wanted to take off and have some one-on-one fun.  Adam nodded and both men stood up and walked out of the bar.

In the parking lot, the two men were standing by the Harley and the Biker turned to Adam and told him that he was to address him as SIR.  Adam nodded and said Yes SIR.  The biker opened up one of the saddle bags on the bike and pulled out a wide heavy leather collar and walked up behind Adam and quickly wrapped and buckled the collar tight around Adam’s muscled neck.  Adam heard the snick of the padlock and knew that the collar wasn’t coming off until his SIR removed it.  The biker told Adam to follow him and Adam replied Yes SIR, turned and walked to his truck and got in waiting for his new SIR to start the bike and pull out of the parking lot.

Adam followed the biker, and the trip took about 20 minutes, and during the trip he rubbed the wide heavy collar that he now wore, and his cock was rock hard, and a wet spot had formed on his right leg.  The Biker pulled into the driveway of a house and stopped. He flipped down the kick stand of the Harley with his heavy left boot.  He stood up and swung his right leg over the bike and pointed to the empty spot on the driveway and Adam pulled in and parked.

The biker reached into the saddle bag again and pulled out a heavy chain leash and snapped it onto the front d-ring of the collar and tugged.  Adam followed feeling the tug on the heavy leather of his collar.  Entering the house, the biker tugged on the leash and told Adam to move in and close the door.  Adam obeyed and stood in the hallway and looked around.  The biker looked at Adam and smiled.  He asked Adam if he had his sheriff uniform and equipment with him.  Adam swallowed and nodded then said Yes SIR.  SIR, there is a spare uniform and gear in the storage box in my truck SIR.  The biker nodded and unhooked the leash and told Adam to get the uniform and his gear and get his ass back in the house.  Adam nodded, turned, opened the door, and ran to his car.  Quickly opening the storage box he grabbed his duffle bags and ran for the house.  Getting back in the house he stood there with his bags as the biker told him to strip and put on his uniform, body armor and gear.  Adam swallowed and said Yes SIR.  He began to strip and soon was standing naked in the hallway.  The biker moved closer to Adam, the heavy leathers creaking softly and his heavy boots thudding softly on the rug.  Adam pulled on his black jock and then got dressed in his uniform and pulled on his boots.  Then he put on the heavy body armor and snugged it down with the wide heavy Velcro straps.  Then he picked up his heavy-duty belt and buckled it on around his waist.  He held up his Stetson and asked SIR if he should put it on and the biker nodded.  Adam then pulled on the short tight leather gloves and stood at attention.   He stood there fully uniformed and with the wide heavy collar padlocked around his neck.

The biker walked around Adam and nodded.  He then took the heavy hinged cuffs from the pouch of Adam’s belt and quickly snapped them on Adam’s wrists.  Adam shrugged and his cock got hard again knowing he was cuffed with his own cuffs.  Adam stood quietly and then the Biker pointed to his left boot and told Adam to drop down and get his tongue busy.  Adam swallowed and struggled to drop to his knees, and he just fell forward onto his chest and stomach, his armor vest taking the impact of the floor.  Adam struggled and ended up wiggling over to the dusty heavy Wesco boot and then he stuck out his tongue and began to hesitantly lick the dusty dirty leather.  He gagged a bit on the dirt and dust he was licking from the heavy boot but knew he had to continue.

After a few minutes, he no longer tasted the dust and dirt but the taste of the heavy oiled leather which really aroused him and made him lick and suck harder on the boot.  After a while, he finished cleaning the boot and the biker nodded at him and pointed to his right boot.  Adam wiggled over and started again on a dirty dusty boot.  Soon, Adam had that boot clean and shiny.  The biker nodded and told Adam to roll over on to his back.  Adam struggled but managed to flip over onto his back.  The biker walked over and pulled up a chair and sat down.  He picked up his left leg and planted the heavy lugged sole of his boot on Adam’s face.  Adam stuck out his tongue and began to lick and suck the heavy lugs of the boot’s sole clean.  He worked clumps of mud and even rocks out of the lugs.  The rocks he carefully spit out, but he knew somehow, he had to swallow the clumps of mud.  He worked on the left sole and when it was clean, it was replaced with the right boot.

Finally, he was finished cleaning the heavy boots and laid quietly looking up at his SIR.  The biker nodded, stood up and then reached down and grabbed the heavy armor vest and pulled up forcing Adam to stand up.  Adam awkwardly got to his feet and stood looking at his SIR.  Adam stood quietly and bowed his head, the heavy wide collar digging into the bottom of this jaw.  He shrugged his shoulders to ease some of the stiffness and tension which caused his body armour to creak.

Master John, as he now thought of him, nodded and hooked the leash back on the collar and tugged.  Adam followed, the boots thudding on the wooden floor.  The men walked through an open door and then down a flight of stairs to the basement.  Master John reached over and turned on the lights which lit up the basement which had been turned into a prison.  Several cells lined the walls, the steel bar doors sitting open and one door was a solid steel door with the usual inspection slot and the slot to pass in food trays, so Adam knew it was set up as an isolation cell.

The men walked over to the heavy steel door and Master John pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the heavy locks.  He then swung open the door and walked into the cell leading Adam into the cell.  He pulled Adam close and reached up and connected a chain hanging from the ceiling to the d-ring on the back of the collar Adam wore.  The chain was tight so there was no movement.  Master John knelt and buckled a heavy leather shackle around Adam’s right boot and then connected a chain to it, he then repeated the process on Adam’s left boot.  Master John stood up and took the key ring off Adam’s belt and unlocked the handcuffs, folding them up and putting them back into the pouch on Adam’s duty belt. He then buckled a heavy leather wrist restraint to Adam’s right wrist and connected a chain to it which held Adam’s right arm at an angle so that his wrist was about 2 feet away from his body.  The same was done to his left wrist.

Master John then moved around the chains and Adam felt him remove the chain from the ceiling that had been locked to his collar and felt a chain put on which pulled him back slightly as it was very tight and seemed to be connected to the back wall.  He then felt Master John attach chains to both of his ankles and wrists, so he was fully chained to the rear wall.

Master John then worked his body out thru the chains, and he then knelt again in front of Adam and connected a chain between his boots, then chains were locked on to the front of the ankle restraints that were locked to the front wall of the cell.  Master John stood up and added chains to the front of the wrist restraints and the collar.  He stood back and smiled.  Adam was completely immobilized by the web of chains connecting him to the four walls of the cell, so any movement was now impossible as the chains were tight and very restrictive.  Adam watched as Master John smiled and left the cell, closing the heavy steel door and locking it.  The sound of the heavy bolts slamming into place echoed in the cell and Adam stood in the cell, unable to move in any direction and only his head was able to turn and look around the cell.

Adam grunted and felt his cock pushing hard against the pouch of his jock strap.  He felt his cock leaking pre-cum and knew there was a wet spot on the front of his uniform pants.  He realized that he was a fully secured deputy sheriff in full uniform and completely locked up and isolated from everything and everyone except for his new Master.

The time passed slowly as Adam stood in his chains and then suddenly, he heard the heavy steel bolts open, and the door slowly swung open, and Master John stepped into the cell to check on his new prisoner.  Master John had changed out of his heavy riding gear and was now wearing an orange prison jumpsuit marked down the legs, chest and back with the word PRISONER.  His furry muscled chest was exposed as the zipper of the jumpsuit was down allowing his chest to be exposed and Adam stared at his new Master.  Master John smiled and turned telling someone to get into the cell and another heavily muscled man with a shaved head, also wearing a prisoner jumpsuit, walked in.  The two men smiled and told Adam that the prisoners were now in charge and Adam was going to be held as a hostage.  Adam grunted and tried to shake and move but the chains rattled a bit, but Adam could not move.

Master John laughed as he saw the growing wet spot on the front of Adam’s uniform pants and pointed it out to the other man.  Both men smiled and Master John told Adam that he now belonged to the Red Demons.  Adam struggled as he knew the Red Demons were the local bike gang and were known to be extremely ruthless and were under constant surveillance by the local force and the state police for their activities.

Master John and the other man laughed and told Adam that he had to realize that no one knew where he was and that the scene outside of the bar where he had been collared had been videoed so that they had proof that Adam had left with him freely.  Adam dropped his head as much as the heavy collar allowed and realized that he was totally fucked.

Master John laughed and told Adam that he had to decide whether he would fully surrender to being a slave of the Demons or would he resist and must be broken.  Adam did not move and hung in his chains knowing that he had no choice as he was locked away and isolated.  The two prisoners walked out of the cell and slammed the door locking it.

Adam hung in the chains and slowly came to the realization he had no choice but to accept his fate and slavery.  He stood there and as he came to his decision, he found himself accepting his fate.

Adam was left in the cell for 4 hours, then Master John and his brother Carl still in their prison jump suits opened the cell and walked in.  Master John grabbed Adam by the hair and held his head up and asked if Adam had decided.  Adam nodded and told Master John that he had accepted his fate and that he was now a slave owned by the Red Demons.  Master John nodded and told him that he had made the right decision.  The two bikers unlocked Adam from the chain web and then, when he was released, they dragged him out of the cell and between them stripped Adam of his uniform, gear, and boots.  Adam stood there in his black jock which was soaked with pre-cum.  Master John told Adam to make sure that Adam knew clearly what he was, he was going to have some additions and modifications to his body ensure that Adam was clearly identifiable as a Demon slave.

Adam heard boot steps of men as they came down the stairs and into the basement and he watched as other members of the Demons entered.  He was dragged over to a table and lifted and strapped down.  Soon, the work began.  One of the bikers set up a tattoo gun and inks and began inking the word SLAVE in 4-inch letters across Adam’s pecs, while another biker pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and set up a table and began to insert piercings.  Adam’s nipples were pierced and heavy rings put in, then a PA was pierced through the head of Adam’s cock.  The sudden pain of the needle going through his glans made him scream which just caused the bikers to laugh.

Adam was then flipped over and the tattooist inked SLAVE across his back and then when that was finished, he inked a barcode on the back of Adam’s neck.  When the bar code was done, Master John used his phone and scanned the code which connected to the slave registry site and showed the registration and ownership of the slave known as Adam.

Adam was flipped back over, and the final piercing was installed.  The piercer used a heavy piercing gun and punched a hole in Adam’s septum and put in a 2-gauge ring, snapping it together, and the ring clicked and locked.  Adam was then hauled to his feet, and Master Johan and Master Carl knelt and began fitting a heavy steel chastity belt and cage onto Adam, snapping it closed and locking it.  Adam stood shakily, held up by the two bikers, as the key to the chastity belt was ground down and broken.  Adam realized that the belt was not coming off, and he shuddered.  His body ached from the tattoos and the piercings.  He breathing was restricted by the swelling of his nostrils and the heavy ring that hung from his nose.

He was dragged over to a mirror to look at himself, and he knew that he was no longer a sheriff.  A beaten and humbled man stared back from the mirror, the black heavy tattoo across his chest, the heavy rings dragging down his nipples and his cock and the ring hanging from his nose now clearly marking him as a piece of property.

Master John stripped off the orange prison jumpsuit and handed it to the slave and told him to put it on, and then after he had obeyed he was walked over to one of the cells, tossed in, and the cell door was slammed shut.  Adam staggered over to the steel bench bolted to the wall and slumped down on it.  The bikers left the basement, and Adam was now a prisoner and property of the gang.

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