By Chain Slave

Once I was strapped down on the table, Basher asked Steve what he wanted to have done on me. I thought about begging Steve not to, but he must have read my mind as he grabbed a big open-mouth gagg and stuffed it between my teeth and locked it in place. He pulled out a used tattoo stencil, the letters were about 4 inches tall and bold — “SLAVE.” I tried to scream, but drool was pouring from my mouth. Before I knew it Basher was getting to work and placed the stencil between my shoulders. It did not take long and the deed was done.

Basher looked at his work and asked Steve about payment. Steve got an evil grin and said, “OK, you can use him till the morning, just make sure he is in his leathers at the station in the morning.”

Basher loosened the straps holding me down and cuffed me tightly before dragging me outside, still gagged, and lifted me into his pickup and drove off.

When we arrived at his place he dragged me to a tree in the yard and removed a punch bag that was hanging from a limb. He reattached the shackle that was attached to the bag to my steel collar. He went over to the rope to adjust the height and pulled it, forcing me to stand on my toes. He tied it off and went inside. He came back outside with his shirt off and gloves on his fists. Without warning he started his workout, not bothering where the blows landed.

After a while he tired and I felt like I had been run over by a truck. He left me dangling and went inside. I spent the night practically hanging from the tree. He came out early in the morning and cut me down. I dropped to my knees in front of him. He pulled down his jock and told me to get going and suck. My face was swollen from all the blows, and I was still gagged with the open-mouth gag, so he shoved his dick down my throat and pumped away. When he was about to cum he pulled his dick out and spurted warm cum all over my face. He uncuffed me, handed me my shirt and ordered me to get dressed. I did as was told and pulled on my shirt.

When we arrived at the precinct, Steve was already there. When he saw me he had a grin on his face and said, “I see Basher lived up to his name.” We walked in together and went into the daily briefing. There was a lengthy discussion about a biker gang, and it was decided that I would be perfect to go undercover and infiltrate them.

The first thing I did when we were out of the briefing was to ask Steve to remove the chastity, plug and collar. He laughed and said it would not happen as the gang was as he put it, sexual deviant. In fact I would fit in well and could be a hit with some additional gear.

He ordered me to hit the shower and he would bring down some more clothes for me. I was in a panic. How the fuck was I going to shower with a plug in and locked in chastity? A couple of the guys had already seen the steel collar and did not give it much attention. Steve said I could remove the plug. There was as much pain removing it as when it went in.

I started to undress back in the locker room when Basher walked out of the shower. He had his towel around his neck and walked over to me while he fondled his growing dick. He watched me as I stripped down and had nowhere to hide. He just stood there grinning from ear to ear when he saw the bruises he had caused. I ran to the shower and took a brief cold shower. When I came out Steve was waiting for me with the new gear. My jaw hit the floor as he dropped the gear. My mind was spinning. I loved the gear but had reservations about being seen in public in it.

Steve read my mind and said come on, I know you like it and its not like anyone knows you here. I used tons of lube getting into the gear. Steve helped at the end as he pulled a tight-fitting rubber hood over my head. He moved behind me and started fiddling with the hood. When he had finished he said, “OK, the glue should set quickly.” He gave me a chain chest harness to put on and locked it on. He then fitted a posture collar and did it up as tight as he could then moved me in front of a full-length mirror.

There was a totally sealed rubber gimp looking back at me. You could see every bulging muscle on my body and every aspect of the chastity device. He attached a chain to the collar and led me out onto the street like a dog. He told me I would be dropped off near a pub and I was to go inside and try and get picked up. He explained that I would be on my own and would be contacted by him at a later stage.

The door opened, and I was on the street. I ran into the pub and sat quivering in the corner. Eventually a barman approached and asked if I would like a drink and told me to come and sit over at the bar as the place was still empty and it looked like I could do with something to settle my nerves. He gave me a drink and we chatted a bit about where I had come from and what I was into, all the usual shit.

After a few drinks I was relaxed, and he suggested that I make myself more available to be picked up. I said sure, how? He led me to an area and motioned to stocks. He locked me in quickly, before I had time to think or protest. Once I was locked in and unable to move, he fitted a gag into my mouth and attached a funnel. He said, “There, you wont go thirsty tonight.”

 

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