By ty dehner

I found the dirt parking area off the wooded road and pulled off as I was instructed to. I sat for a few minutes to catch my breath and think about what I was about to do this afternoon. Alex and I had talked over time either via the internet or on the phone. We were both interested in gear and all the fun stuff one does in it. We also both got into very intense scenes that few would actually do. After viewing his Tumblr page I was surprised how far he wanted to go. I asked him about it, and he became very open and pushed for me to be where I am, parked on the side of a lonely road out in the woods. He also has me in my football uniform that I got from the local NFL team.

As I start to think what might happen, my cock stirs in the cup that is under the UA shorts and pads of my blue football pants. The socks and cleats match it all with my jersey tucked in. I am in a long-sleeved black UA shirt that is under my jersey and the full heavy lineman gloves. Alex is really into football gear, and he wanted me to start off in the right mindset. The only things missing are the full shoulder pads and helmet. But he knew that would be difficult to drive in.

Opening the door, my cleats step into the muddy ground as it rained earlier. He had instructed me to put my wallet and keys in a plastic bag and duct tape it to the back wheel well. It was a crazy move as I ripped a piece of tape and covered the plastic bag. As I reached into the back wheel well I heard a motorcycle. Looking up, I saw the hottest dude in full leathers and helmet ride by. I hope he hadn’t seen what I was doing. If he did he didn’t stop. He continued down the road.

I turned and walked down the trail that was connected to the pull-off area. The woods were quiet, and Alex had said I would be taking a long walk. He didn’t even allow me any water. At points the trail was muddy, and it covered my cleats as well as making its way up my socks. I continued down the trail when I noticed a bright red sign before me on one of the trees. I drew closer and read it: “Open the box on the back side of this tree and follow the instructions.”

I looked behind the tree to find a shoebox. Opening it, there was a pair of heavy handcuffs. After reading I placed them on my wrists snugly with my hands behind my back and was to continue down the trail. A ways down the trail I came upon a tree stump with a medium sized ass plug nailed to it. The instructions were to kneel and suck on that plug 20 times up and down, each time completely. After the 20 were complete, then I was to keep my head down with the plug in my hole and remain. I would know when to proceed.

It was a struggle to get on my knees with my hands cuffed behind my back. My knees slid in the mud, and I could feel it soak into the thin material of the football pants and pads on my knees. The stump was very low, so I would be getting an ab workout bending over and taking the plug in my mouth. It was larger than I thought, and as I started to take it in it was lubed with something foul tasting. I went down on it slowly but couldn’t get it all in. This was going to take some effort, and I wasn’t in the most comfortable position. I worked in again and this time made it further. After a few tries I was getting the plug down my throat and started counting. My arms where starting to stress, as was my torso with the bending and when I was finished I was going to have to hold this position. So, I took it slow so I would get as much time up as I was down. But before I knew it I was at 20 and stopped. It is difficult to breathe with the plug filling my throat and being bent over. Alex was sadistic, as I was not able to rest my chest on the stump without pushing the plug deeper down the throat.

As I was maintaining my focus on the plug, I sensed someone watching me. I couldn’t move my head around to see anything. I didn’t dare raise my head to look, as I wasn’t sure if Alex was watching or not. If someone had come across me on the trail, I am sure they would’ve said something.

I felt wetness on my shaved head and wondered if the rain had returned. But this was a direct stream and knew it was piss. I lifted my head off the plug slightly, but a heavy boot pushed my neck back down and I stayed in place. It ran off my head and puddled on the stump around the plug and the smell because to fill my nostrils. I kept my eyes closed until it stopped while some of it ran over my lips. The piss shower ended, and again it was quiet. Shortly that leathered biker I saw earlier was standing in front of me, and I could see his heavy boots beyond the edge of the stump. His gloved hand came down to my chin and slowly moved my head away from the plug, but I was still bowed. Then he worked a thick rubber hood over my piss-soaked, shaved head. It was slick and coated with something, and it slipped over my eyes and started to settle into place. There were eye holes and holes for breathing, but that was it, it kept my mouth shut. I could smell the dirt and realized the hood was filled with mud. He smoothed it on my head and then put a heavy leather collar around my neck. I heard the click of a lock and watched as he reached up and put a heavy chain to the collar. In seconds, he was tugging me to stand, and we were walking quickly down the trail. He wasn’t taking his time, and I have a feeling he would like me to stumble and fall, but I kept my balance.

 

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The flogger struck my back, and once again I struggle for balance in the mud. I was naked in the woods next to his cabin. My hands were in leather wrist cuffs locked at my sides with a heavy chain tightly wrapped several times around my waist. The muddy rubber hood still covered my head as he had secured the chain on the collar above me. It was choking me, and he had pulled it enough to make it difficult to stand and he had chained my legs together at the knees and ankles.

My cock was in pain as it felt the chastity device he had locked on me. Made of metal, it had a cath tube inserted into my piss hole. He even added a 10-pound weight hanging from a chain from my balls that swayed as he struck me over and over with the flogger. I didn’t know who this biker was as he never removed his helmet but he could swing the flogger and it me where he wanted me to feel it the most.

He started with a flogger that warmed by back and ass, as it was exposed to the cool outdoors. I slipped in the wet ground trying to keep my balance. At times, he would come to me and stroke my red skin with his cool leather biker gloves. He would hug me and grind his leather crotch into my ass as I could feel his warm breath come from under the helmet he was wearing. He stepped away, and soon I heard a whoosh and felt the heavy leather of a more intense flogger that knocked the wind out of me as it struck my back. This was almost like being hit by a log but was spread out more. Made of heavy leather, there was less pain and more impact as he struck me over and over.

He would step away and let my skin calm down and then return with another flogger that was felt sharp and would sting as he hit me. The rubber of the hood allowed me to scream some as he really attacked me with this bitch of a flogger. He would increase the tempo, striking very quickly and watching me dance like his puppet. I was losing focus as the pain was all over my body as he would hit on my back, my sides, my ass and my legs. At times, I found myself spinning around and he would work on my front side including my balls hanging as an easy target for him flogger. When I thought I couldn’t take any more he stopped and things went silent. I looked around and he wasn’t to be found. My arms felt as they were coming out their sockets and the collar around my neck had gotten tighter making it harder to breath.

I was getting into the coolness of the air around me as I was suddenly dropped from the suspension, falling to the ground. Rolling on my back, I looked up and there he was, standing over me with his cock out of his leathers and without a hesitation his piss would warm my sensitive skin. After pissing, he stomped me a few times with his muddy boots and kicked me on my stomach. He walked away for a moment and started working something into my ass. It wasn’t small and he wasn’t all that patient as he worked it in. It was a painful, but he finally got it seated in and it seemed to be locked in my ass. From behind his helmet I could hear him tell me to stand, which was difficult in the chains and with my arms bound at my side. I rolled in the mud some and finally got to my knees. I watched as he went into his cabin, leaving me alone in the woods naked, chained and hooded.

After a while he stepped out, no longer wearing his motorcycle gear but wearing a military uniform with face mask and cover. His army boots were spit shined, but the mud was ruining that quickly. He came to me and placed his crotch in my face, his gloved hand coming up behind my head and pushed it in. I could taste the uniform and feel the bulge of his hard cock. He worked it out with his other gloved hand, lifting the rubber hood my head and quickly filling my mouth with his large cock. The hood was covering my eyes, so I couldn’t see as he started using my hole. He held me tightly and shoved it down my hole chocking me some.

“Fuck yea faggot.”

He liked me chocking as I could feel his cock get a bit harder. He slapped my face with his gloved hand.

“Watch the fucking teeth or I’ll remove them with my plyers, you piece of shit.”

My ears were ringing as he shoved in deeper and the slime was beginning to form as he held my head and motored in and out. Here I was, being skull fucked by this masked biker, naked and chained. Over and over he was enjoying abusing my throat. Then his boot was lightly kicking at my exposed balls, and I could feel him getting hard. He quickened the pace and was using me as a hole, with no thought of me being a human. So I know I was going to be tasting his cum through the slime and choking that he seemed to enjoy. He gave my balls one swift and heavy kick, and as I screamed he shoved his cock the deepest it had been and that must have done it as his load filled my throat, choking me. He pulled out and shot again and again on my face, then pushed me over in the muddy ground and shot the last drips on my exposed skin.

There was a kick to my stomach, and I bent in pain as the air escaped my lungs. He walked away as I was blind and catching my breath.

I could hear him return and drop some stuff on the ground. I felt the hood come off, and I could see him still in uniform, with his cock hanging out. There was the motorcycle gear he had been wearing on the ground. He took out his keychain and unlocked the locks on the chains and removed everything that was on my waist, wrists and ankles. He removed the collar and had me stand. There I stood before him, naked with my cock in a cage and ass plugged. He picked up the leathers and tossed them to me. It didn’t take me long to figure out he wanted me in them. I put them on and could feel his sweat in them.

“I’ve been sweating in that gear for two days, faggot. You better appreciate it.”

“Yes Sir”

He worked my cock out after I had the leathers on. Then he had me put on the MX boots he had worn, followed by the gloves. He zipped up the leathers after putting some sort of attachment to the cock cage that was inserted into my piss hole. It was hanging out. Next he picked up a different rubber hood that he said he had lubed with a few loads of his cum and slid it on. This hood had holes for eyes, nose and mouth. Then came a rubber piss hood that had the cup that sat at the mouth and plastic over the eyes. He further zipped up the leathers the threaded a chain around my neck, taking in the zips for the leather and hood then locked them. He took some duct tape, wrapping my wrists where the leather and gloves met, followed by the top of the boots.

He pushed my ankles together and taped them. Then he taped the knees of the leather over the knee pucks. He toyed with the cath tube coming out of the leathers. He had me step into a hearty harness that went under my arms, and he tightly locked it around my waist and chest. I was sure there was going to be some suspension involved. Then he brought out some pallet wrap and started wrapping me very snuggly. Around and around, and I was beginning to add to his sweat. After he completed one layer up to my shoulders, he did another including my head this time but leaving the mouth cup exposed. It was harder to see thought the wrap. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of tape as he started wrapping me even snugger. There was no way I was getting out, as the tape was heavier than the standard duct tape.

He added several layers and there was no leather or human visible I was more an object. Then I felt him working at my ass as he cut through and I discovered there was a zipper in the ass of the leathers. I could feel slight pressure on the ass plug then felt some sensation. Fuck, it was an electric plug! I could feel the rain start to fall as he sealed up my ass. I felt him move me some as I hopped in the mud to the position he wanted me. Then he was working at my cock and the tube that came from it. I felt him tape it in place at the edge of the cup that was at my mouth. Then I tasted something coming in, and it was beer. The flow was steady, and I kept drinking as fast as I could. It must have been a large container as it took a while and I started to get a bit dizzy, taking in that much beer that fast. As I was getting focused again I could feel him working at my shoulder in what must have been the harness connections.

“Faggot, when we decided to meet up it was going to be for a few hours. But when you give up control, things can change. You see, there is this big storm coming in for the night, and I knew I wanted to have a faggot blowing in the wind and he just might drown. You see, you’re going up in the trees and the rain is going to be heavy. That cup is going to catch the rain as it falls and you’re going to have drink it or you’re going to drown. You’re going to sweat in my sweaty leathers and that ass of yours is going to get fucked and probably ruined by being shocked all night. Oh, I’m going to put a bucket on your balls that will probably fill with rain also. And while you’re helpless and suffering, I’ll be in the house by a warm fire. I got this other dude coming over, and he is going to get the pleasure of my cock for the night. You are just a piece of meat hanging out in the woods.”

He laughs, and I feel my feet leave the ground. I have no idea how high I am, as I can’t see, but I can feel the rain getting harder and a breeze pushing me around. Soon he is attaching the bucket and it pulls on my balls. The rain is gathering in the cup on my face, but I can handle any of the few drops. Then the shocks start and they aren’t easy on my ass. I scream in the hood and struggle, but there is no way for me to escape, the shocks some quickly and fiercely. Then they stop. Then start again. I feel weight of the MX boots on my feet and the trickle of the rain coming in mouth. I have no idea where the biker is or what time it.

After a while the beer that he had pumped in me begins to make its presence in my bladder, and I gotta piss something wicked. Realizing I have no choice, I let it go and soon I discover the reason for the tube from my cock as it drains into the cup on the hood and I am quickly drinking down my own piss.

The shocks start over again. I can feel the rain get heavier as it strikes my rubber-covered head and the cup fills a bit more.

A gust of wind catches me, and I feel how helpless I am, swaying in the wind.

 

The End

 

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