By Chain Slave

Steve ordered me to tidy up the dungeon I had found as he sat back and lit a cigarette and inspected a couple of the other items around the place. He picked up a bag and placed a couple of items into it before I had finished. The tight leathers felt very restrictive and made a noise as I moved around. I undid the top two buttons and tugged at the steel collar that was locked tightly around my neck. It’s what I had always wanted, but now that it was on I realised how visible it was and started thinking how was I going to hide it?

I finished up and Steve said we should be heading back to the station and home. He dropped the bag and ordered me to bring it up as he climbed the stairs with me following.

I replaced the floorboards and carpet and headed outside. As I pulled the door closed and ducked under the crime scene tape, a squad car pulled up. I was caught in its bright headlamps still in the leather uniform with a tight steel collar locked around my neck and very visible. I dropped the bag and instinctively tried to grab at the collar and hide it. Two officers climbed out as I dropped the bag, and Steve moved behind me. He told me to pick up the bag as the officers approached. They greeted Steve and said, “Seems you got yourself a new cadet, Sir, he looks hot in the leathers and you got him collared already. Good going.” I felt my face turn bright red as I realised they knew what was happening. Steve greeted them as they climbed back into their vehicle and left. We got into our squad car, the leather uniform tightening on me as I sat. Steve had packed my uniform into the bag.

I asked him if I could get it back and change before we reached the station but the answer was simple. His reply was, “I decide what you wear and everything that happens in your life, the moment you knelt before me and allowed me to lock your collar on, you became my property. You will report to the station in the morning dressed as you are.”

We arrived at the station, and luckily there was no one around in the car park. I headed to my new home, dressed in my new uniform, and collapsed on the couch. I lay there contemplating my situation. It’s what I had always wanted, and my cock grew as I rubbed it through the tight leathers. I was as horny as hell so I pulled out my little bag of tricks as I call it and found the butt plug I had never been able to get in. I peeled the leather pants down and my dick sprang to attention. I lubed up the plug and started pushing it home. I gasped as I felt it seat inside of me and I slowly started jerking off.

Just before I was about to shoot my load there was a loud knock at the door. I panicked as I pulled the leathers up again, struggling to get my dick inside. I put my duty belt back on and called out that I was coming, the irony of what I had just said made me chuckle. I opened the door and Steve was there. He brushed past me as he walked into my home, his gloved hand grabbing my dick as he did so. As can be expected I was standing at attention, Steve lent in close and said, “I see you are nice and hard, hope you have not been playing with yourself without asking me.” I lied and said no. He had brought the bag of items with him. He left me standing at attention and headed into my kitchen and came out with a beer and a bag of ice. He tossed the ice over to me and told me to get my dick soft. I did as ordered and shoved the ice down my pants. Steve pulled out a steel chastity device and ordered me to stand at attention in front of him. I said, “Please, Sir, not chastity, I will do anything you ask but…” and I did not even finish the sentence before Steve’s fist connected me square on the jaw and dropped me like a sack of potatoes. He said lets try that again now get to attention. It took a minute and I was locked in a steel chastity device. He orded me to pull up my trousers and get ready to stand duty at the station.

I followed his orders and made my way to his vehicle.

As I sat down in the vehicle the massive plug pushed in deeper and the steel chastity device locked on under my new tight leathers felt like a vice around my hardening cock. The steel collar locked tightly around my neck was a totally new experience, the restriction was overwhelming, however the sense of freedom I had was even more powerful. I no longer had the need to hide my “different side” as I called it.

Besides the fact that it was impossible to hide, I felt alive. We arrived at the station and Steve ordered me to stand at attention at the front door under the light for everyone to see. He explained that there was a camera trained on the door and that he would be able to review the footage in the morning to check if I had moved during the shift. I remained there until Steve arrived in the morning and sat watching me as the guys came in for their shift. The officer that had made the comment the previous evening stopped in front of me and grinned as he saw the collar still locked around my neck. He took out his night stick and said, “I hope you have not played with yourself yet,” as he tapped my balls. There was a distinct sound as it connected the steel chastity device. He laughed out loud as he said, “collared and locked, even better.” I replied, “Sir, yes Sir.”

Steve strode over and greeted the other officer. “Hey Basher, like what you see. Come over to my place tonight, I need you to do a little job for me.” Basher as he was known said sure as long as he gets to have a bit of fun.

The day flew by. I was sweating like a pig in the leathers and dared not to eat as I still had the plug in. I asked Steve if we could stop as I needed the toilet a couple of times. Eventually I blurted out that I was plugged and wanted to take it out. Steve just laughed and said no, you put it in so it can stay there. The shift was almost done, and Steve took me to my place. He ordered me to go inside and get any toiletries I needed as I would be spending a while at his place. I ran in grabbed, my toothbrush and razor. When I came out Steve was waiting for me outside the vehicle. He ordered me to turn around and place my hands behind my back. I knew what was coming before I heard his cuffs close. Steve drove to his place with me cuffed in the back of his vehicle. When we pulled up Basher was waiting. He was wearing jeans and a vest. It was the first time I had seen him in a vest. His shoulders were covered in tattoos. He pulled me out of the back of the vehicle and Steve marched me up to his house. He opened the door and ordered me to go inside and get down on my knees.

The door closed behind me, Steve and Basher went into the lounge and spoke for a while. When they came out, Steve had removed his shirt. His whole torso was covered in ink. The two of them grabbed me by the arms and put me on a table, they unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it down. They started strapping me down. I resisted as much as possible but it was futile. Finally Steve spoke. “Time to get you inked, boy.”

 

Metal would like to thank the author, Chain Slave, for this story. If you enjoy please be sure to leave a comment.

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