By Steellock

The Trucker was dressed in leather jeans and jacket with heavy boots. A tall, well-built guy with a full beard and a shaved head, he obviously knew Jim and greeted him with a bear hug and they moved through into the back of the shop to chat. As he walked through the shop his eyes were on Matt as he moved around doing various chores.

What he saw was a 6ft heavily muscled ex. Marine wearing a sleeveless Levi jacket and bleacher jeans with shortened, calf length legs that showed off his 20 hole black Grinder boots with yellow laces. His head was, as usual, locked into a Sci Fi hood, padlocks on the straps and neck collar. Matt had talked with Jim after the previous Friday and shared his love of the look the Skinhead had worn that night in the shop and how much he wanted to try it out. Jim had agreed and ordered in the Bleacher jeans and jacket. He agreed with Matt – he looked stunning in them.

Later Jim had called Matt over and introduced them. Matt was now totally used to seeing the world through the pinhole eye covers in his hood, he spent his life that way. He loved the way it left some people disconcerted as they could not see his eyes. That was not the case with The Trucker, it was obvious that very little would phase this guy. He looked Matt up and down, turned to Jim and said, in a deep gruff voice ‘He as tough as he looks?’ Jim grinned and replied ‘I’ve not found anything he can’t take yet!’. Matt had the feeling he was being inspected and assessed, like a prize bull. He pulled in his stomach and tightened his abs. The Trucker grinned in appreciation. Jim indicated that Matt should head back into the shop and leave them to finish their talk. The Trucker chuckled.

The Trucker came across the shop floor with a large pack on his back and slapped Matt on his back and said, ‘See you next week!’. Matt was disconcerted and watched him exit and walk off up the street. He turned to Jim and asked ‘What is going on with that guy? You know him well?’ Jim answered ‘He was with me in Iraq, saved my life at least twice so he’s like my brother. He has a long-distance truck business and just picked up a few new toys for the cab. He’s a great one for taking passengers and having a little fun. He’s got a trip down to Mexico next week and you are going to keep him company. Bit of a holiday!’. Matt was a bit non plussed. This was not the first time Jim had lent him to another Master but usually he had been consulted but he liked the idea of seeing a bit of the South and meeting new people for a week or so. Perhaps a bit of bondage at the same time, it seemed likely…

After the weekend Jim had called him into the back office and handed him a zipped bag. He opened it and saw a set of black leather restraints and a thick rubber hood. Also, an envelope with his name on it. He opened it and found the note. He thought it through; he would be restrained and hooded, helpless on the side of the road. But Jim was in on the plan. He swallowed and nodded to Jim who grinned back at him. ‘I will be dropping you off at the mile post then it’s all up to you and him, he knows the rules but you are not going to be bored with the journey!’

Sitting at the side of the road, locked into the restraints Matt realised that it was too late to back out now; he pulled the hood over his head and felt the front fit over his face, his nose found it’s place and he opened his mouth. The gag went in, and he found it was a shaped silicone one from Studio Gum that fitted over his teeth and had a pouch for his tongue. He pushed the hair cover in neatly and then pulled the Zip down. When he got to the bottom, he slipped the loop in the zip traveller onto the shot post on the collar. He felt by his side and found the small padlock and, before he could think too much pushed it through the post and clicked it shut.

The hood gripped his head firmly but smoothly and the rubber smell had him grinning around his gag..

This was the moment. He stopped and gathered his will. No going back after this next lock. His cock got harder still as he thought about his situation. Sitting on the grass bank, he would be vulnerable to anyone coming by and it would be obvious with the black hood locked onto his head. With his arms padlocked behind his back he would not even be able to protect himself. But despite this he felt safe, he knew Jim would be watching.

Jim sat watching Matt making his preparations from his pickup truck. He swelled with pride as Matt calmly slipped the padlock into the locking post behind his head and then reached for the last padlock, slipping it through the D rings on the wrist restraints, locking his arms behind his back.

Matt wriggled his butt in the grass and got himself comfortable. He was breathing easily though the nose holes of the hood and let his senses scan over his body. He could feel the thick, almost rigid rubber of the hood firmly gripping his head and when he turned his neck he could feel the collar. His heavy arms were stretched a bit as they were held by his wrists behind his back. His chest was thrust out and he could feel his jacket falling open. He tugged at his boots and felt the restraints firmly holding them together. He grinned inside his rubber prison and settled down to wait.

It seemed like an hour passed. He heard multiple cars pass by some slowing as the occupants took a good look. Eventually he heard a car break hard to a stop and felt his senses go on high alert. He heard a door open and shout of surprise ‘Well look here’ he heard. ‘What have we got?’

He felt a hand reach into the front of his jacket front and massage his chest and then ran down his front feeling the ribbed muscles of his 6-pack. The hand then tweaked one of his nipples, hard. Strong rough fingers that obviously worked hard. He jumped a bit as the hand applied a tit clamp to his right tit, nasty but as always, he loved the feeling and then felt the chain that linked it to the other end fall cold on his chest. His left tit sent a searing message of pain to his head.

Then Matt heard a truck pulling up. The big diesel dropping to idle, and he jumped a bit when the twin horns blared out. The hand was hastily pulled out of his jacket, and he heard the guy run to his car, the door slammed, and he hurriedly pulled away.

Matt waited, feeling the clamps on his tits bed into the flesh; the searing pain dropped to an easily bearable level as he got used to it and he grinned to himself again thinking of the guy who had lost his toys….. He heard the scrunch of someone walking up.

‘Well, boy you do know how to take instructions.’ It was the deep gruff voice of The Trucker. Matt felt a conflict of emotion. He was relieved that the wait was over but also his heart leapt to full pump as he got ready for whatever was coming next. He felt the tightness between his boots release as the padlock was removed. ‘Get Up Boy’. He pushed himself to his feet and was spun around. The lock on his wrists was also released.

He heard the voice say ‘You will climb into the cab and then settle onto the bunk to your left. It will be your home for a while!’ then a deep chuckle. He was steered forward by a firm hand and his hands were placed onto the rails. He felt forward with his boot and found the step. Using his strength, he pulled lightly up and felt his way into the cab. Feeling to his left he found the bunk, a thin padded mattress. He swung over and lay down. As his head dropped, he felt it fit into a padded slot and realised that it was in the shaped grip of a head restraint that was just the right width to take his padded, hooded head and stop it turning or moving.

His right wrist as pulled down and he heard the click of a lock. This was repeated with his left. He was locked down. His boots were pushed a little apart and he felt / heard the clicks of these padlocks too. The collar on the hood had a steel D ring on each side and he next felt these pulled down a little and realised that there was a padlock now on each side holding him into the head restraint. He could feel his cock leaking a little as he wriggled and felt the restrictions at his wrist and ankles. He could move a very small amount, about the same as he could at night in his Segufix.

The Trucker looked down, his eyes taking in the broad chest, he chuckled as he saw the tit clamps. He flipped them off and gave Matt’s nipples a good massage, twisting them and watching as Matt squirmed and wriggled as the blood went back into them. Then he let his gaze work its way over the taut abdomen and caught the size of the bulge in the jeans. An obvious long ‘log’ down the left thigh with a dark stain at the end was the boy’s big and hard cock and another bulge that drew the material tight. He reached out and felt the bulge and realised what it was, the heavy steel ball stretcher with a large pair of balls poking out of the end. He chuckled again and squeezed them. His inspection ended at the boots, heavy Grinders, shiny black with the yellow laces neatly making a series of small bars up the boots. He has asked Jim about the colour and been told that Matt had recently been experimenting with piss play and was open to exploring this further. That was one thing that had made him agree to take Matt ‘on holiday’! He gently ran his hand over the body in front of him feeling the hard muscles, massaging the abs and patting the cock, quite hard! He then felt the muscly arms, running his hands over the bulging biceps and felt the strong triceps. At the feel of his inspection, he saw the boy react, tensing the muscles and working to show off his body.

Matt felt the strong hands moving over his body, feeling the muscles. It was an amazing sensation, one that never failed to fill him with a deep sensual thrill. Being touched and felt while restrained and totally at the guys mercy.

In his closed world of the hood Matt had not realised that he was now live on the Truckers ‘channel’. He had been filmed sitting by the road and then climbing into the cab. There were several cameras now focused onto him, from above and from the cab side showing him stretched on the leather bunk. Jess had the big screen in the store tuned in and was watching, already missing his lover but glad he seemed to be having a good time!

The Trucker pulled out a storage drawer from under the bench and began to apply a series of toys to his new plaything.

First, he undid Matts wide belt and pulled his bleachers down to the top of his legs. The big cock leaped out and stood tall. He could see the tight skin over Matt’s balls and the nicely balanced pair held out by the stainless steel log.

He took one of the new Estim butt plugs from its case, gave it a good lubing and then tapped Matt on his chest. ‘Lift your butt boy, we need to get you plugged’. Matt obeyed, tensing his abs and lifting his butt off the bench but without clenching the buttocks. He felt the plug against his anus ring and consciously relaxed, letting it slide in. The Trucker attached the leads and left the wire running up behind Matt’s back. He tapped him again and Matt dropped his butt back onto the leather bench.

Then the Trucker took out the cock probe and followed the procedure, lube the probe, slide it all the way into to the slit on Matt’s cock, work the ring over the glans and secure the tall throbbing cock. He then pulled the Bleachers back up, Matt lifted again to let the Trucker get them right. He did up the top of the fly buttons and cinched the belt tight but leaving Matt’s cock and balls free, rigid and dripping! He then moved up to Matt’s nipples and attached a pair of screw clips that had sockets for more leads. These, of course, were the kind that had the current across the nips and not across the chest!

He could now plug in the cables and relax for a bit. He talked to the camera, telling the audience about the night he had found the new kit at Jim’s place and how it would work. He also shared his he had adapted the system so that the power box was linked to the throttle of the truck. The harder it was pressed the higher the current and the greater the sensations that would pour through Matt’s body. At a cruising level or on tickover it would be the general light tickle. At full power – pulling away or on a hill – the full power of the box would take Matt near to orgasm. For as long as the throttle was held down! Matt listened to this and again thought ‘Oh Fuck!!!!!!’. The Trucker heard him ‘Mmmmrrppphh’ into his gag and launched out loud. He climbed into his driving seat and chatted to the audience saying he would do a test to check everything. The big diesel fired and settled at a tickover. Matt felt his butt, cock and nipples being stroked and massaged by the special program and sighed, his muscles going rigid. Then the engine revved and his mind went wild, he felt the same way he had that night in the cage just like the moment of climax but it went on and on until the Trucker released the throttle. He shook, bucking and pulling at his bonds. His arms bulged and strained against the leather restraints. The corded forearms straining the leather straps and his biceps peaking and thickening. His abdomen went rigid, and the ridges of muscle stood out. His butt clenched and his legs pulled at the straps locked around his boots. His cock thickened even further, straining and leaking copious amounts of clear precum around the steel sound. This was something his audience had never seen before!

Jess watched from the shop and moaned a bit. Jim chuckled. He pushed Jess into the standing cage and strapped a front locking pecker gag into his mouth. The closed the doors and locked him in. ‘If you are going to watch you may as well be useful, and quiet!’ he said.

The Trucker let the engine die and launched out loud. ‘It works!’ he bellowed. ‘Boy are you in trouble!’ He looked into the camera ahead of him and grinned. Let’s go!

He fired up the big engine and pulled away. The audience could see Matt go rigid again and wriggle, then yank at this bondage and scream into his hood. The ratings of the clip began to climb as more guys logged on and started to enjoy the streamed sensation.

As the truck settled to a cruising speed Matt felt the level of current drop and he could take a breath through the nose holes in his hood, and he could think again! Fuck this was going to be hard. If they really were off to Mexico, then he was shafted. Literally! He felt the level rise again slightly as the Tucker pulled out and speeded up. It was not at the overwhelming full power level but enough to have him straining at his bonds.

His audience loved it. Jess in his cage was spellbound, his eyes riveted to the screen showing his lover strapped down and his lover, muscled, rigid and straining. He was feeling conflicting emotions. Envy that Matt was the one having the experience and profound relief – also that Matt was the one experiencing such deep pleasure!

The Trucker was chatting to his audience ‘I am planning to broadcast the signal so you can link up your boy in your dungeon and have him feel the same experience that this muscle fucker is having now’ he said. He gave the details of Jim’s shop as the best place to get the equipment. A little while later he pulled into a truck stop, killed the engine and climbed round to the back. ‘Time for a few adverts guys, we will be moving on to stage 2 when you come back!’. The feed switched to recorded messages.

The Trucker reached over and stroked Matt’s belly. ‘You OK buddy?’ he asked. ‘Still green?’. Matt relaxed his body and sighed. ‘Oh fuck yes!’ he would have said if he could so he held up his thumbs, both of them, to indicate his feelings…  The Trucker took out a water bottle and screwed a line onto the steel fitting on the hood. ‘Take a good drink. Lots of good electrolytes’ he said. Matt sucked and felt the cool liquid run into his mouth, he had a good drink and felt better immediately.

‘Welcome back to the channel’ called out the Trucker as the feed went live again. ‘our next step is to complete the experience for our muscly fucker here. First, he got the pleasure of accelerating. Now he gets pain as we brake!’

‘Look at this steel track down his side’ he said, pointing to a steel rod that ran from about Matt’s shoulders down to near his knees. He pulled out a complicated gadget and clipped it to the track, engaging a lug on the bottom. ‘This is a spanking machine I got last time I was in LA’ he said to camera. ‘I slot this cane into the arm, slide it up and down to where I want it and then activate’. He pulled apart the front of Matt’s jacket and laid the cane onto the ridge of the top of his 6-pack. ‘We have a test button here’ he said and pushed it. The cane rose and then fell hard onto Matts belly. He jerked and howled into his gag.

‘Just like the throttle, the brake pedal is linked to this’ said the Trucker grinning. ‘The harder I brake, the harder it falls… Now lets do a few more miles’.

As before he revved up the engine sending a cascade of joy and wild sensations that streamed from Matt’s butt, through his prostate, up his cock and then it felt like it fountained out of his tits!

‘Just coming up to a junction’ said the Trucker ‘got to slow down a bit!’ He pressed the brake pedal gently and the cane started to rise and fall, delivering a light twitching to Matt’s muscle. Then he braked hard and the cane fell equally hard, cracking down. Matt felt a hot searing pain striking across his abdomen the like he had not experienced for a while; tears sprang from his eyes and he screamed into his gag. He sensed could feel the repeated strokes would cause deep bruising, as deep as the pain which he could feel already tearing into his gut.

Then suddenly it stopped, and the truck accelerated away, delivering the profound sexual lift again. This pattern continued for a while as they headed out of the built-up area and Matt could feel the bruising taking hold. The cane fell on exactly the same point on his stomach every time, even the light twitching of a gently braking stint was building in intensity and the feeling was like someone cutting him open with a knife.

Then the Trucker spoke to his watching audience ‘The best bit of the rig is that I move this slider on the control’ he held it up to the camera ‘and the cane moves down the muscly guy’s body, if I get it right we move to the next ridge on those lovely abs…’

He then had to break hard for the next junction and the audience could see the cane was now twitching hard onto the next ridge of Matt’s sensational six pack.

Matt was conflicted in his emotions – first glad that the bruised area was being allowed time off but also realising that this could go all the way up and down his front!

‘Oh Sheeeaatt’

The Trucker could see the number of guys tuning into the channel climbing, he decided to stay off the interstate and keep them entertained with the effect on Matt of the continual changes in speed that the road through the mountains was giving.

Jess, in his cage in the shop, could see the deep red line that ran over Matt’s abdomen from the first set of the cane and winced.

Matt was now drifting in his hood. He was getting the sensational feelings of the near orgasmic acceleration and the hard, sharp pain of the cane on his front. The feelings merged and mixed and his mind began to drift. The truck stopped again, and he felt the absolute relief as the sensations pouring into his brain stopped for a bit. The Trucker looked into his camera and grinned. ‘Well, we’ve worked our way down those ridges on his belly. What next? Shall we twitch his balls?’ he asked the camera. Jess jumped up and down shouting ‘NO’ at the screen in front of him. ‘Just drop a note into the chat and let me know what you think while we take a break for some ads, and I go for a pee and a bite to eat!’

The Trucker jumped down from the cab and locked the door behind him. He walked into the Diner and took a seat at the counter. He greeted the owner, a man he had known for many years, and was surprised when his friend looked at him and then at the screen on the wall.

What made him do a classic double take was realising that the program on the screen behind the bar was his own! The ad break had finished and he was looking at Matt who was wriggling and twisting a bit in his restraints!

‘What do you think Gus? Shall we take him to the gates of hell after I enjoy a burger?’ he asked.

Gus grinned and agreed ‘Why not mate, you’ve found a stunning man this time and he obviously likes having his balls stimulated!’

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