Forced Switch
by tydehner
The night was winding down when I received a text from Brandon. I hadn’t heard from him in months so it was a bit of a surprise when he asked if he could call. I told him of course he could call. I had met Brandon a year or so ago through Recon and we met a few times. I was never sure why he was interested in me as we were both submissive. He was very submissive really wanting to be in a jail type slave setting. He had explored a few scenes with Masters, but never found anyone to give him the intense experience he wanted to live for the rest of his life. He was a hot guy though and when we did meet up he was always riding his motorcycle and wearing his leathers. He had some intense desires and fantasies that exceeded mine. His collection of gear included a heavy iron cage and jail type restraint chair and metal shackles. If I wouldn’t know a Master to give him what he wanted I would have done it. But I never met such a Master.
When he called he sounded upset as we started our conversation. His roommate and him had a falling out and Brandon wondered if he could come and spend the night with me and he would figure something out in the morning. He sounded like he needed a friend so I said he could.
He arrived an hour later as he lived south of me. Knocking on my door there Brandon was in his riding leathers, still wearing his helmet with a large bag in his gloved hand. I invited him in and he removed his helmet and gloves as he dropped the bag and we sat on the sofa. Eventually his tears disappeared as we talked, and he explained what had happened.
It was getting late. Even though I work from home I needed to get up early in the morning. I made up the sofa for him and he thanked me for allowing him to stay. I smiled back to him, showed him the guest bathroom, some towels and wished him a good sleep.
I was sound asleep when I heard my bedroom door open and weight on the bed. Soon Brandon was laying down next to me in his full leathers, helmet, boots and gloves. I always had a crush on Brandon, so I wasn’t going to push him out of the bed. He gently laid next to me stroking me with his gloves. The blanket and sheets rubbed up and down my naked body. He started to work bed covers down and off me. I then felt the coolness of his leathers and he worked his right hand over my mouth and started pressing upon my lips, gagging me. Brandon was taking a bit of control which was weird as he has always been a sub. But he was flipping my switch as I loved to be gagged by a leather gloved hand. I could smell the leather and I was also feeling the heavy biker leather against my back and ass. We wrapped our legs over and under each other as Brandon pressed mine together. His other hand softly stroked my body, occasionally pinching my tits. This would make me pull away and he force his weight on me as I would moan into his hand.
He released my lips and rolled me on my back, him climbing on my torso and I ended up starring straight into his helmeted face. He pressed down on me, moving his knee into my groin and pressing on my balls. From under his helmet I heard him instruct me to remove his helmet. I fumbled with the chin strap and then removed the helmet to see his eyes before me. Without hesitation he came to my lips and we went into a deep kiss. His hands grabbed the back of my neck to draw me into him. He was like an animal as he shoved his tongue into my throat and started to rhythmically pump his knee against my cock and balls. I would moan into his lips and we would mildly bite my tongue or lips.
As he continued to entertain my body, he was reaching over the edge of the bed and shortly had a pair of very heavy-duty steel wrist cuffs dangling before me. We parted lips and he stated that he wanted to put them on me. I didn’t want to break the moment, so I nodded me head yes. He pushed me to my side and worked my arms behind me and in a flash those steel restraints where locked and I was helpless. He pushed me on my back and straddled me. He put his helmet back on and started to work my tits with his gloved hands. With my arms cuffed behind me it made my chest stand out more and he increased the intensity of his use of me. I could feel my hard cock pressing against his leathered ass. I would moan some and he would cover my mouth with his hand again to keep me silent. Brandon then came closer to my face again with his helmet and told me to start licking his face shield. It was cool and I could only imagine what he was seeing as this cuffed and naked friend was licking his face shield. As I licked he would twist my tits more. I would start to moan, and Brandon would press the helmet against my tongue so I couldn’t talk or say anything.
The room was getting warm, hell I was starting to sweat, and I wonder if Brandon was sweating in his leathers. As things warmed, I could smell his leathers more. Once again, he reached over the edge of the bed and he brought forth an intense leather hood that only had a mouth hole. He didn’t ask this time and just started to work it on my sweaty head. Adjusting the straps and laces, he zipped the back flap shut and I heard a lock as his gloved hands made sure it fit well. I couldn’t see him any longer but remembered this leather biker in my bed. Brandon inserted his gloved finger into the mouth hole and piston it in and out. Then he added a second then a third finger, at times I was choking on the size of the fingers and tasting the leather. Then he would cover my mouth and I could only breath through the nose holes of the hood. This would make my dick grow against his leathered ass that was still sitting on me. He stopped after a while and he put a gag into the hole that filled my mouth and pressed my tongue down.
Brandon was taking control while turning me on. I would’ve never expected him to take control like this. He locked the gag, keeping me silent as he had me stand up. I could feel him taking the cuffs off and lifting my arms up before me. For a while I stood alone, sightless and speechless. My cock was dripping but I didn’t want to move. I really couldn’t hear anything as I took a moment to feel the hood on my head and discovered that each strap had a lock on it and the gag was locked in the front. My cock was slapped by Brandon and I quickly put my arms back in front of me. Slowly he put me arms into leather sleeves of a straitjacket. I struggled a little and he slapped my cock again then grabbed my throat tightly. I got the message and stopped and let him proceed. He made quick work of locking me into the heavy leather of the straitjacket. Every strap had a lock and he made sure it was tight and I wasn’t going to get out of it. When he locked the last lock, he put a 3-inch leather collar around my neck that covered the bottom of the hood and the neck of the straightjacket. I heard him tell me that he has sweated in the straightjacket the other day for a full 18 hours. That made my dick harder as he pushed me back on the bed and rolled me on my stomach.
He swatted my bare ass a few times as he put leather ankle restraints on me and tied them to the corners of the bed. Then I felt him come close to my ear so I could hear.
“You’re totally fucked now. You know I’ve always wanted to be a slave, but I could never find the right Master. I always remembered you had a thing for me and it took me a while to figure out how to make you work for me. Starting tonight I own you and in the coming days you’re going to learn pain, helplessness and suffering. Then you will know that you will have to do whatever I want, and you will make me your slave. You will make me suffer or you will suffer because when I am done you won’t be able to escape me. I will be in the prison, you will be my warden, but I will own you and the only way you will have joy in your life is to make me suffer.”
With that he slapped my ass hard and I yelled into the gag.
“So, what I need now is some money before I start my process of taking ownership of you. The best way is to use you and show you that I will do whatever I want with you. I hope that you will remember this and take it out on me in the future. But for now, you are going to scream in that hood. In an hour several guys are going to come over the fuck you. I’ve told them they can do whatever they want. Yes, they will fuck you raw, they can beat your ass until it bleeds. I posted on craigslist and my offer is getting a good response. In a few hours I will remove the gag and you will provide me with information to call you sick for your job. Be prepared for you don’t have a choice. You need to focus on how much of a piece of shit slave you are. You let me do this to you, you are too stupid to have freedom.”
There is a knock at the door. I realize he is serious and I stop breathing to try to hear anything and it is all silent. I struggle some but know I really can’t stop what is happening. I stop when I hear a different voice say, “Holy fuck, it’s true.”
Slowly I gained my senses and realized I was still in the leather hood and straightjacket secured to my bed. Then I felt the pain in my ass and the cum dribbling out. The last thing I remember was struggling as Brandon was depriving me of air through the mouth hole in the hood. His hard cock was in my ass and he was fucking me with all his power as he repeated that he was getting harder as I struggled trying to breath. His gloved hand would move slightly to give me a breath of fresh air then covered the hole again. I was getting light headed, screaming into the gag when I could feel him slam into my ass and shoot his load deep in his captive. I struggled for any air and then everything went white and I was out.
I was not sure how long I was out, but it probably wasn’t very long. But what happened before he fucked me was a nightmare. It was very intense as he just let the guys do what they wanted to me. I know at least six or seven used me for their pleasure. I never had my ass used so much and a couple busted my balls that were hanging exposed for them to enjoy. One inserted his finger into my dick which hurt like hell! I never heard from Brandon the entire time and barely got any rest between. I was also fucking pissed at him. What gave him the right to do this to me after offering my sofa for him to crash on.
I struggled a bit in my bondage mostly out of being pissed. But I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. Then I felt a hand on my head again.
“You did fucking great slave.”
It was Brandon and he lay down next to me and allowed his gloved hand to start stoking my cock. It felt good and my anger started to slip away.
“I’ve been letting that cum drip out of your ass and into a small cup. You’ll get to drink it later slave. Cum from your ass from strangers that you never saw that fucked you raw. Fuck slave, I am treating you way too good! You better treat me even better when you are my Master.”
He continued to stroke me, at times increasing the speed then backing off to keep me on the edge.
“I need you to give me some information to increase my ownership of you. I’m going to let you cum also. Behave or I will use my stun gun on you.”
That is when I hear the distinctive clicking of a stun gun. I moaned and shook my head no.
“That’s good. Now I need to know how to contact your job to call you in sick today.”
He removed the gag and I was able to tell him that one of the contacts on my phone was my boss and he could text him and let him know I would be sick today. After I finished he put the stun gun against my leg stunning me as he increased the speed of jacking me off. I screamed until he stopped, and I caught my breath. I asked him why he is doing this to me. I was greeted with another stun and a punch to my balls. I screamed again.
“I told you behave…now only talk when I question you. What time do you start work faggot?”
I told him, and he started to stoke me more. As he was stroking me something wet started to touch my lips and I realized he was pouring the cum from those that fucked me. I had no choice and took it in and swallowed it. He stroked me faster as he used his other hand to stun me again and when I screamed a large lump of the cum filled my mouth and coated it.
“Now I need one more thing for now slave. What is the password to your computer?”
I was stunned at the base of my balls as he stopped stroking my cock and just listened to me scream.
“If you hesitate you will suffer faggot, tell me now.”
I told him and he laughed, “Way to easy, I’m going to be in my prison sooner than I thought.”
With that he started stroking me with intensity to make me shoot. It didn’t take long as my body released with force the thrill of an orgasm. He continued to milk me and soon his gloved hand was dumping my own cum on my lips.
He moved off me and soon my cock was back in his hands as he was working some cold metal device on my cock and around my balls. It was heavy and I heard the lock.
“That stays on until I take it off. You’re going to rest now as I take care of business. This afternoon I will release you and we’re going to my place to get my gear, cage and prep my prison that you will keep me in faggot. So, you know I found your credit cards and will do some shopping to prepare you to be a Master. I want you to know you oversee me by me controlling what you wear and what you are allowed to do.”
He then moved around and inserted a plug into my ass. Soon it was giving me a tingle as the electricity was moving through it.
“So, you know, it will ramp up and really torch your ass, then will quiet down. I don’t want to hear your screams, so keep fucking quiet or I will post your ass on Craigslist again.”
Just then the shock went full bore and my asshole was on fire. I wanted to scream but I didn’t dare. I was once again alone in the sweat soaked leather, bound and blind only to be tortured for Brandon’s sadistic pleasure.
Hours passed as my ass was assaulted with the electrified plug. I was getting pissed again and I was not sure what would be happening next. This was so weird that he kept talking about me being his Master while I was here on my bed, in leather bondage, hooded, locked in chastity and being raped by an electric plug. My body was sore and straining to get free. I can only imagine what he is doing with my credit cards. I knew I had to get loose and get him restrained to take control of what is happening.
I felt his gloved hand on me again as he laid down next to me. The electro came to an end and I could breathe again. He didn’t say anything as we just ran his hand on my captive body. My cock started to get hard but ran into the steel that it was locked in and I moaned. I could hear him chuckle as I moaned in pain.
“I’m going to take that hood off you and I don’t want you to stay a fucking word you got it faggot?”
I nodded yes and he unlocked the locks and straps and soon the cool air was rushing across my sweaty face and shaved head. Brandon was in his helmet and leathers still as he pushed his face into mine. He took off his helmet and I looked into his dark brown eyes and he started kissing me. Damn if my cock didn’t strain against the steel that trapped it.
He then started to work the leather straightjacket off me and for the first time I could move my arms. He instructed me to remove the rope around my ankles and had me sit on the edge of the bed. At this point I was thinking how I could tackle him and stop this craziness. But those thoughts came to an end as he stood in front of me holding his gun in his gloved hand and slowly sliding in between my lips.
“Yea, faggot I know you’re pissed and you want to hurt me. Right now, you’re mine and you will do what I want. Think about this, no one knows I’m here. This weapon isn’t registered, so it can’t be tracked. So, think very carefully about what you do and what I tell you to do.”
He really was getting off on me sucking on the steel of his gun.
“In the bathroom is some clothes for you. Put them all on, then come out to the living room and get on all fours. If you’re thinking about doing something different, check out your crotch.”
I looked down and the steel cage that I was in also had a remote electric contact that was pressed against my balls. He pressed a button and fell off the bed in pain.
“Now you know faggot, I’m still in charge.”
He kicked me with his heavy motorcycle boot, then grabbed me and pushed me into the bathroom shutting the door.
I looked around to find a set of black and white Adidas trackies, with shoes and no socks. There was no underwear. I quickly put it on and took a moment to piss into the toilet that was filled with shit and hadn’t been flushed in a while. I came out of the bathroom and made my way to the living room. Brandon was sitting on the sofa on his phone. He looked up at me.
“Damn nice boy, love my Boss in trackies and trainers.”
He stood, and we left the house and in the drive way was a U-Haul. He got in to drive and we headed to his place.
Once arriving we took his iron dog cage, a bunch of bags of gear and clothing. He helped me with all of it to get it done quickly. As soon as we were done, we headed back to my place and unloaded it all into my basement. As we put all this stuff away, he mentioned was glad it was Friday for now he had me for the weekend.
He went to one of his bags and pulled out a rubber piss hood and without any warning he shocked my balls and I was kneeling before him. He quickly pulled the heavy rubber over my head and I realized that I hadn’t eaten anything in nearly a day now. A heavy leather posture collar was locked around my neck. Soon he was wrapping me with pallet wrap and then layers of black duct tape. I watched all this happen through the lenses of the hood, but my mouth was full with the funnel tube that will unload anything he puts down it right into my mouth.
When he was done with my torso and arm he had me stand and wrapped and tapped my legs and feet. Then he added another layer of tape and it took over the hood and collar. But he left my sight. He sat me down and pushed me against one of the basement post and secured me with tape looking towards the cage.
He disappears from the basement as I struggle a little in my mummified state. After a while he returns with an enema bag that seems to be filled with liquid. He hangs it above my head and brings the small hose to the funnel and tapes it to the side. He turns the knob and a slow dribble starts from the bag. He just watches me as I sit in anticipation to finally get some liquid to refresh myself. The liquid a brownish color as it reaches the end of the tube and starts down the funnel hose. Brandon crosses his arms then smiles as the first of this liquid touches my tongue. It tastes horrible and I moan. This is when he laughs.
Brandon turns and goes to another bag as the liquid slowly comes down the tube and I have to take it in. As slow as it is dribbling this will take a while. He pulls out some heavy steel restraints and locks them on his ankles and his wrists. I watch as he takes a large Master lock placing it right by the cage door. He takes a key lock that has a small keypad and hangs it from one of the bars on the top of the cage.
“I’m going in the cage and the key to all the locks are in that box. It will not open until 6am tomorrow morning. So, you know it is about 3:30 now. We are going to be down here together, helpless, alone. The only way you will be released is when I am released.”
I struggle some as I don’t want to be this helpless. Just then I am shocked in the balls again.
“I might be in chains and in the cage, but I will have the control and I will be shocking you. By the way, I will tell you want you are drinking tomorrow. You won’t be happy faggot.”
He puts a large gag into his mouth, locking it on, followed by a tight rubber hood that only has nose holes. He pats around and finds his helmet, putting it on. Then he lowers to the floor and slowly works his way to the cage climbing inside feeling things out since he can’t see. Turning himself around he finds the door, slamming it shut. It takes him a bit, but he finds the heavy lock and secures it to the cage door. Brandon grabs the bars and shakes the cage screaming into this gag, under his helmet.
I can’t fucking believe he has done this. I look across at him helpless in the care while I see my mummified legs and feet before me. That stuff dripping down the funnel. That is when he shocks me, and I scream. I hear him laughing at me. He continues to shock me. We are so far apart but can’t help each other. He seems to be liking this but all this is pissing me off. Fuck, he is getting me to want to make him suffer like he is making me. Fuck, this is what he wants, he is turning me into a Master.
The sound of the keys dropping from the lock box woke me from my short sleep between the shocks that Brandon was giving me. It had been a very long night, helpless in the mummy cocoon that he had put me in hours earlier. The brown crappy tasting liquid ran out hours ago. Brandon would shock me at random times while all I could do is watch him sit in the cage. He sat in his leathers sightless and in the metal restraints he had put himself in. Now I watched as he felt around with his gloved fingers for the keys to let himself out and hopefully release me. I had long pissed in the pallet wrap and tape that held me. On occasion he would mumble at me with the gag beneath his helmet. I could just moan back.
I watched through the eye holes of the funnel hood that was locked on me as Brandon took his own sweet time trying to get the keys and release. He would find them then struggle holding them in his gloves dropping them and having to find them again. Not sure why he hooded himself before going in and not have any sight. I was starting to get pissed and frustrated with him because I was helpless until he got out.
It took a long time, but he finally got the cuffs off and could open the lock on the cage door. He climbed out taking off his helmet and the hood that he was in. He removed the leg restraints, standing and looking over a me. He crossed his arms and smiled. Stepping beside me he hauled off and kicked me with his heavy motorcycle boot. Then he kicked me again.
“You’re just a worthless piece of shit you know that?”
He unzipped his leathers and pulled out his cock. Straddling me he started to jack off. He pressed the button to the electro on my balls and I screamed into the funnel and within moments his cum was flowing down the hose and into my mouth. I could hear him sigh with relief as the cum was followed by his piss.
“Been holding that all night faggot.”
It flowed fast and strong and forever! I swallowed as fast as I could, so I wouldn’t drown. A couple of times he shocked me, and it took everything I had to maintain my swallowing while feeling the extreme pain in my balls. He stepped back as he finished and zipped his suit back up. I was hoping this was it, he would release me, but he just turned and headed up the stairs into the main part of the house.
An hour so later he returned, he was wearing an Adidas track suit as he approached me. He cut me loose from the beam then lifted me on his shoulder and hauled me up the stairs. He took me to the spare bedroom and laid me on the floor.
“Time for you to go into the dark and deep storage fag boy. I need you to be locked up and out of the way for some guys will be helping me with a special project. I am also expecting a shipment this afternoon that will help turn you into my Master. I know you will like it.”
Brandon then moved the funnel and taped it to my chest. He cut open the tape and wrap in my crotch pulling out my cock that was still in the steel cage. Then I felt him inserting a catheter as it slowly worked its way in me. It wasn’t comfortable as he did it and I struggled some in the cocoon I was in. He just laughed and slapped my head to shut up. As he settled it he took more tape and wrapped my cock and cage then sealed it all leaving only the hose to be expose. From that he dropped the hose into the funnel taping it, so it wouldn’t move.
“See you later fucker.”
Brandon put tape over the lenses of the hood, I was now sightless. I felt him working some restraints around my ankles then taping over them. Soon I felt my legs rise, sliding on my back across the carpet. He was going to suspend me upside down. I struggled bit then stopped when he kicked me on the side and soon my head left the ground. It seemed like forever before the winch stopped. I didn’t have a winch, so he must have installed it.
“Shithead, so you know I put this in your closet and it has raised you into the attic. I’m going to close the door, and no one will know you’re hear. By the way that stuff you drank last night was dog food, mixed with my piss in a blender. It’s all you get for now. Well other than your own piss that you’ll be drinking throughout the day.”
He followed that up with a shock and I heard the attic door shut. I was a total object now. I was fucking mad at him for how could he feed me dog food and his piss! I really was getting tired of this and wanted out. I had to figure a way before he releases me.
I have no idea how long I was left hanging in the attic, but it was a long time. So, I was thrilled when I heard the winch and felt myself being laid on the carpet. I had drunk my own piss and sweated buckets for it was very warm in the attic. He started to cut me loose. The tape on my cock hurt like hell but I was glad to get it off. Then he pulled out the catheter, which also hurt! He worked all the wrap and tape off me and I could feel the blood running back into my arms and legs.
“I’m going to take this hood off. You’re going to be able to talk and see. But I fucking warn you to not say a word. Your balls are still wired, and I will shock you without fail. Also, my weapon is right here so you’ll not do anything stupid.”
He tapped my cheek with his weapon. He removed the hood and I could see him for the first time since he put me in the attic. He was wearing an orange prison type jump suit with shackles on his wrists and ankles chained to this waist.
“Here are your orders, shithead. Go to your bathroom, clean up, piss and shit. Do not flush! You can shower and then come to your living room naked, kneel and await me.”
With that he helped me up and gave me a hug and long passionate kiss. He fondled my steel encased package then turned me to the door and pushed me off.
I did as he instructed, going to my bathroom and cleaning up. I found the toilet full of shit and piss and not flushed. I added to it but wondered what he planned for all that. The shower felt great, but I wish my cock and balls could get out of their cage. I shaved and cleaned up. It felt wonderful. Then I did as he wanted and returned to the living room kneeling and waiting for Brandon. Looking around there were several large boxes and a camera with a tripod set up.
Brandon came into the room in his prison get up and ordered me to stand. He started by going to the boxes and handing me leather breeches, followed by a leather dress shirt, jacket, gloves, tall Wesco Boss boots a leather tie. As I put it on the jacket had emblems on the collar and sleeve. But I was getting hard in the cage on my cock putting on this leather. Brandon knew one of my fantasies was to have full leathers. The smell was amazing, and I could feel the heaviness of it all. Feeling this leather against my skin was great.
“You as my Master, you will be in leather like this most of the time. You must feel your power over me and know you are the true Master of a slave like me. You look amazing Sir.”
It was the first time he referred to me as Master and I had a chill. He handed me a leather cap that had an SS skull icon on it. This gave me more chills. I put it on as I adjusted all the leather and looked at Brandon. He dropped to his knees, looking at my boots. I was speechless.
“Sir, you look amazing. I can’t wait until you keep me your prisoner for days on end and feel your power.”
I reached out and patted his closely cropped head. That is when he grabbed my hand, standing, spinning me around and putting his weapon against my head.
“Now just to keep you in check I have a few little things to add to your leathers and we’re going to take some photos. I don’t care if you like this or not, but you will do it. Remember I have this gun and your balls wired.”
He released me, going to the box he handed me a red leather band and I was shocked to see it was a Nazi swastika arm band. He motioned for me to put it and I did with hesitation. He slapped my face and I did it quicker. He dropped a Nazi flag that he had mounted to a ceiling.
Ordering me to stand in front of the flag he went to the camera and took several photos of me. Then he had me salute and more photos. He came before me setting the camera on video and kneeled in submission before me. He had me hold his collar tight. He ordered me to choke him and I could see his face turning very red. He started playing with his cock through his jump suit. I really didn’t know what to make of all this. I wasn’t going to like having this on film and not sure what will happen with all this.
He ordered me to release him, which I happily did. Taking the keys to his steel restraints he removed them and then took off his orange suit and was naked at my booted feet. He handed me the weapon, having me hold it to his head. I was very hesitant but thought about taking control of all this. I had his weapon to end all this.
“Feel the leather and power you have in your gloved hand Sir. You now you’ve always wanted to be in leathers and now you are. Those boots show how much of a Man you are, and I am going to be worshipping those boots for hours as you take more possession of me.”
What was he doing?! My cock was straining as I could smell and feel this heavy leather that I now wear. Without think I slowly put the gun against his head.
“Fuck yes Master. You know you want to control me, own me. Of fuck me Nazi Master!”
Holy shit, I can’t believe what I was doing to Brandon. I moved the weapon and gently forces it upon his lips and his tongue came out and started licking it. Soon he was worshipping the steel barrel of the Glock. My other hand held his head making sure he didn’t move. We were in this unexplained world and I was a Nazi Leather Master making this slave suck a Glock. How in the world did it get to this?
The moment stopped when I kicked him for touching his cock with his hand. Brandon crawled across the room and came back with a riding crop. Handing it to me he bowed his head.
“Beat me Sir.”
I felt this in my glove hand while placing the weapon behind me in my pants. I have had a crop used on me many time and it can create quite a sting. I was hesitant again for I never had beat anyone. It wasn’t in me, I felt I was the one to serve.
“Faggot, you’ve let me feed you dog food and piss. How much of a fucking pussy are you? You let me bind you and keep you captive. Fuck you allow stranger to shoot in your ass and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it. I can’t believe that you are such a push over. Perhaps I need to really take control of you and show you how much of a piece of shit you are. Fucking fag that will do anything I tell it.”
That was it, it was if in slow motion, but the crop was whooshing through the air and it struck his ass at full force. He responded by yelping and moving away. Then another swing. I was fucking pissed that he had put me through all this. Used me for his fantasy and at time kept me beyond my limits and will.
Before I knew it he was beginning to show the marks of the crop and started to bruise. I had really gone crazy and was starting to sweat in the leathers. I felt the need to stop.
“Oh fuck, that’s it shit head? Really that is all you got?’
He past the point and I wailed on his body, over and over and over. I yelled at him to submit to me his Master and shut the fuck up. He is going to suffer and learn his is the slave and will never forget it. He was showing marks all over the place. I could hear him start to whimper. I stopped, breathing heavily and sweat dripping from under my leather cap.
As I paused, I was surprised when he crawled over to one of the boxes and returned with a baseball bat.
“The tool of all skinheads, Master.”
Handing it to me I couldn’t imagine what he wanted me to do with it. He stood up on his knees, taking the end of the bat in his hand and moved it to his torso. He then looked at me and smile. Holy fuck, I could never strike someone with a bat!
“Oh hell, I can’t believe you are back to being a faggot again. You know I would use this on you if you were bound and fuck I still might for in a bit you’re going back in bondage shit fag.”
I did it, I pulled it back and swung at him. I didn’t hit him hard but I hit him and he bent over in pain and losing his breath. As he got up he turned to me and had an evil smile on his face.
“Now you know I just might have to use that on you now that you did it on me.”
I swung and hit him again, telling me he will not use this on me or I will do worse to him. When he recovered he took the end of bat and move it to his ass. He put his head on the carpet raising his ass. Slowly I pushed it in and he moaned as it was opening his hole. I told him to take it and shut up. With that is gave it a good strong push and it went in a great distance and I found myself enjoying his suffering and even I laughed a bit. For a while I fucked him with the bat, in and out. He started to stroke his cock but I kicked his hand away. But he started again and I thought he might as well go for it. So I piston the bat fast and faster. I put my booted foot under his lips and he started to lick. It wasn’t long before he shot his load on the floor. With the bat still in him I took away my boot and ordered him to clean up after himself. He did and then I took the bat out of his ass in a swift stroke.
Brandon stood looking me in the eyes with a bit of tears. He leaned forward and hugged me.
“You are my Master you know. You have it in you to own me and never let me go. You will make me suffer for the rest of my life Sir. I love you.”
He kissed me deeply and I cock strained in the cage. I had a burst of shivers and goose bumps. Could I really be able to Master him?
He slowly move away and then went to the camera, turning it off. Fuck, I had totally forgot about the film of all this. He turned around and pointed the Glock at me.
“Kneel Nazi”
I kneeled.
He must have taken it when we were hugging. He ordered me to put my hands behind my back and he cuffed them. Still naked he stood before me, his cock growing again.
“I needed something to control you. I will keep all the photos and video secret but as you can imagine that if something like these got released your life would be fucking destroyed. Today these images would be damaging as you know how things are in our country right now. If people thought you were a kinky Gay Nazi that abused me and raped me, well fuck, it wouldn’t be good, would it? So, this is my promise you treat me as the slave I am meant to be and no one will ever see them. Got it Master?”
I couldn’t believe it, I felt the leather I was in and I was getting fucking hard. He had me, he was controlling me. He took the gun holding it up before me, showing me it was empty and mentioned that he had emptied it before giving it to me.
He left for a moment and returned with the leather straitjacket. He removed the cuffs and I knew I didn’t have a choice and in I went. He followed it by a heavy isolation hood and led me down the hall to the bed where he secured me. Here I was in full leather uniform and in more leather in a straitjacket and hood.
“I’ll release you in the morning Sir. I want to let you know in a few hours some guys are going to come and use you. Just one more night for you to be a fuck pig. I need to make sure you know you are owned and will do as I say.”
The room fell silent with only the sound of my breathing and the leather I am encased in.
I woke once again hooded and bound in heavy leather, on my stomach. The night was intense when the guys started to show up. I found out that the leather breeches I was wearing had a zipper in my ass. So each guy that used me had total access to my hole and each one filled it. Between fucking a plug was inserted to keep me full and the cum in. I think I was used by 10 guys this time. Some were quick, they entered me, and it didn’t take long before they were shooting their load in me. Some were nasty, controlling my breathing in the hood. One took out my balls and had a good time punching them after he tied them with some rope. I realized that the Nazi arm band I was wearing was inside the straitjacket. What would these men think if they knew I was in a leather Nazi uniform? By the time they were done I was wide open and in pain as the plug spent the rest of the night in my ass.
It must have been morning when I felt some weight on the bed and realized Brandon was lying next to me. He was stroking his leather clad captive. Brandon had this way to make me so helpless and used, pissing me off. Then he would turn the tables and be so gentle and loving. I couldn’t keep up at times, I didn’t know whether to be angry or happy.
He climbed on my back and I felt the plug being removed. Then he shocked me as I felt his tongue sliding down my ass cheeks and towards my hole. I moaned in the hood as his booted feet started to squeeze my head. He slowly worked his tongue until it gently entered my hole. A moment later he was sucking the cum out of my ass. I couldn’t believe he was doing this. It felt amazing as I was feeling his mouth on my ass and his boots squeezing my head.
He soon finished and put the plug back in, zipping up my leather breeches. Brandon worked on the restraints on my ankles, releasing me. Helping me stand he lead me a short distance to what must have been the bathroom. Pressing on my shoulder he had me kneel then lay on the floor on my back.
Things were still for a moment but then I heard pallet wrap and my legs were being wrapped from my waist to the feet. That was followed by duct tape, several layers. As he started to undo the hood, reminded me that I was not to speak or open my eyes. The cool air felt good as my sweat covered head was removed from the hood. I did as he required, and he replaced the leather hood with a rubber hood that had nose and mouth holes. This was followed by a heavier rubber hood that had a tube that was inserted in my mouth. The second hood was thick, with a zipper back followed by laces that were secured with a lock.
My breathing became labored through the hose as he was moving around me. Then he dropped down on my chest sitting on me.
“Here’s your situation faggot. You’re in the bathroom for the rest of the day. There are workmen coming to work for me in the basement, so I needed you out of the way. Since you can’t see, your hood has a hose that goes from your mouth. That hose leads to the toilet.”
That made me stop and think, I moaned.
“Yup, you’re right. The toilet that is filled with shit and piss from the weekend. Now the hose is taped over the edge with about an inch of space to allow you to breath freely. But I don’t suggest you moving much as if the tape gets lose the then hose could fall into the shit below and you’ll end up with a shit meal in order to breath.”
I started to move my head “no” then stopped. Brandon laughed.
“Good catch there faggot.”
With that he punched me in the chest, got up and left the room.
Now I was alone, helpless still and very worried about that hose getting lose.
The time passes slowly as most of the time I just laid on the bathroom floor listening to my own breathing in the hoods. The smell of the shit and piss made its way through the hose and into the hood. I was trapped and had to live with it. Occasionally my balls would be shocked, and I would jump. Then I remembered the hose and it being attached to the toilet. I tried very hard to not move but I was never prepared for the shocks. I never knew when he would do it. The day dragged on and I ended up pissing in my leathers. This really disappointed me as I didn’t want to ruin them.
Another time I caught myself fall asleep and my head was pulling away from the toilet. I stopped myself fearful that the hose would come lose. There were a couple of times when I think Brandon came in and added to the piss in the toilet as the smell would become stronger. I hated all this and I really hoped the hose wouldn’t dislodge.
I woke unable to breath, realizing the hose was plugged. Fuck, it must have dislodged and I couldn’t breathe! Starting to struggle against the leather sleep sack I was taking deeper breaths and started to yell hoping that Brandon would hear me. The smell of the shit and piss was getting stronger. As I struggle I felt my piss that had pooled under me after pissing again. I was feeling like a real pig! There was a drip that fell upon my lips. I stopped breathing as I knew what was coming. I struggle trying not to breath and pull the hose away. Working really hard I was able to sit up and the hose pulled from the toilet and dropped to the floor. I blew into the hose clearing it and opening the air way again!
My heaving breathing was labored but at least I could breathe again. Then a boot pushed back to the floor and Brandon sat on my chest. Through the hood I heard him tell me I was pretty lucky, but he wondered why it took me so long to pull that hose away. He wondered if I really was toilet deep inside. I shook my head in denial, there was no way I wanted to taste shit.
He worked the hood off me, followed by the other. As I looked around I could see the shit that was blown out of those and it would’ve stuffed my face and mouth! I looked at him and he had an evil grin.
He let me out of the bondage but made me stay in the piss wet leathers. He had prepared dinner and allowed me to eat with him. He ate on the floor as I sat at the table. He had put himself in shackles. He cleaned up in the kitchen. Then he came to me and put shackles on me and took me to the bedroom. We ended up in bed together cuddling.
Early Monday morning he led me to my office and introduced me to how I would be working for the week. He added a chain to the ankle chain, followed by a 3-inch leather collar with a chain attached to that. Both chains were attached to bolts in the floor. I could sit at my desk and move around but couldn’t leave the room. He handed me a simple cell phone that I could use for work calls but he kept my personal phone. He reminded me of the photos then left and locked the door.
I discovered a bucket that he labelled as toilet and a small refrigerator that he had stocked with some food and water. There wasn’t much time and I logged into work. I spend the day working in the full leather Nazi uniform, with the armband still on. I could only imagine what work would think if they saw me.
Through the day there was noise coming from the basement and I wondered what he was doing down there. I tried to access my accounts online, but everything was locked out as he had changed the passwords. I couldn’t believe he was controlling me like this.
At night we could come in with some dinner and we both ate on the floor. After dinner he dragged in a cage and put me in it for the night. Then the entire routine would start again.
It lasted the entire week and I admit the leathers was really getting broken in but the room was smelling of shit and piss as it had piled up in the bucket.
Friday evening came, I logged off of work for the weekend. I wondered if he would let me out of the room as I had been in there for 5 days. When he entered he told me to stand at attention. He removed the shackles and chain. He had me follow him to the basement. He was wearing his orange prison jumpsuit with some Nike high tops.
We got down to the basement and I was shocked to see a full prison cell in my basement. The walls were cinder block with a full iron prison door. Brandon went right in and slammed the door behind him.
He pointed behind me where a welding torch set. He wanted me to weld the door. I let him I didn’t know anything about doing that. My balls were set on fire and I bent over in pain. With Brandon instructing me I ended up sealing the jail door. When I was finished I wondered what the hell I’ve just done.
“Thank you Master.” Brandon said as he stood at the door.
“There is no way I can ever escape. As you see this door is the only way out and you’ve sealed it. I have always wanted to be a caged prisoner and now I am. You can see the cell is small but I will be able to survive in here. I will never see the daylight or smell freedom again.”
“There are some unique features in here to make me suffer without you doing anything to me. The toilet in your bathroom now drains into this small pit at the back of the cell. From there it slowly drains out so not to fill the cell. You’ll notice I don’t have a bed and that small pit is the only place that has the space for me to lay down. As you crap and piss it will be where I spend my nights.
“Since I am trapped here you will have to make sure nothing happens to me. For you welded the door shut you are now totally responsible for my life. Forever. You will have to keep me fed and clothed. I have full control of your life through this computer. Every day it will come on for 1 hour and I will review your accounts, your email, your Facebook and make sure your life runs smoothly. Plus, I will always have access to your balls to make sure you stay attentive.
I was now very angry and asked why he would do this to me!
“You wanted to be a slave. Now you are! There is no escape for you. You can’t go on vacation you can never move. You will have to take care of me for my natural life. You are owned by me but I get to be secure in this small cell forever.
“Be fucking happy Sir. Look you are in full leather and will live in those! You know it has made you hard as fuck. Come here.”
I moved towards him as he motioned for me to lower my leather breeches. He then produced a key and removed the cage that my cock had been trapped in for over a week.
“Take your cock in your gloved hand.”
I looked at him, he shocked my balls. I took my cock in my right hand and the leather of my glove felt good and I was getting hard, freely, for the first time.
He ordered me to start stroking, as he had me put my left hand over my mouth and nose. He reminded me that I was in tall heavy boots, breeches, a leather shirt under a leather jacket. Then he shocked me but told to keep jerking. I starting to jack faster and faster as I took in the leather smell. He would shock me, then again and again. It didn’t take long and I ended up shooting my load into the cell and across the basement floor. I dropped to my knees as he tossed the chastity device across the basement floor.
“It will be up to you if you trust me to put that back on. I don’t care if you do but if you do you will be admitting that I own you and you are my slave, faggot. After all that I did to you, you ended up shooting your load for me. You want to clean that cum off the floor in front of me, but hesitate as I am a jail fag, locked up forever. You could not feed me and let me wither away in here, but you won’t. You need me to control you, to own you and in return you get to be the prisoner with freedom. Freedom to remain a leather Master to a fag in jail.”
I looked at him and his brown eyes. There was a smile on his face and I felt behind me without releasing my gaze upon him. I found the cage and I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but I put it back on and locked it.
Brandon smiled. He turned walking to the pit. He looked at me and my heart stopped. He smiled, and I moved to the cage, grabbing the bars with my gloved hands. The key to the Chasity dropped into the pit.
I screamed as I rattled the bars.
The night was winding down when I received a text from Brandon. I hadn’t heard from him in months so it was a bit of a surprise when he asked if he could call. I told him of course he could call. I had met Brandon a year or so ago through Recon and we met a few times. I was never sure why he was interested in me as we were both submissive. He was very submissive really wanting to be in a jail type slave setting. He had explored a few scenes with Masters, but never found anyone to give him the intense experience he wanted to live for the rest of his life. He was a hot guy though and when we did meet up he was always riding his motorcycle and wearing his leathers. He had some intense desires and fantasies that exceeded mine. His collection of gear included a heavy iron cage and jail type restraint chair and metal shackles. If I wouldn’t know a Master to give him what he wanted I would have done it. But I never met such a Master.
When he called he sounded upset as we started our conversation. His roommate and him had a falling out and Brandon wondered if he could come and spend the night with me and he would figure something out in the morning. He sounded like he needed a friend so I said he could.
He arrived an hour later as he lived south of me. Knocking on my door there Brandon was in his riding leathers, still wearing his helmet with a large bag in his gloved hand. I invited him in and he removed his helmet and gloves as he dropped the bag and we sat on the sofa. Eventually his tears disappeared as we talked, and he explained what had happened.
It was getting late. Even though I work from home I needed to get up early in the morning. I made up the sofa for him and he thanked me for allowing him to stay. I smiled back to him, showed him the guest bathroom, some towels and wished him a good sleep.
I was sound asleep when I heard my bedroom door open and weight on the bed. Soon Brandon was laying down next to me in his full leathers, helmet, boots and gloves. I always had a crush on Brandon, so I wasn’t going to push him out of the bed. He gently laid next to me stroking me with his gloves. The blanket and sheets rubbed up and down my naked body. He started to work bed covers down and off me. I then felt the coolness of his leathers and he worked his right hand over my mouth and started pressing upon my lips, gagging me. Brandon was taking a bit of control which was weird as he has always been a sub. But he was flipping my switch as I loved to be gagged by a leather gloved hand. I could smell the leather and I was also feeling the heavy biker leather against my back and ass. We wrapped our legs over and under each other as Brandon pressed mine together. His other hand softly stroked my body, occasionally pinching my tits. This would make me pull away and he force his weight on me as I would moan into his hand.
He released my lips and rolled me on my back, him climbing on my torso and I ended up starring straight into his helmeted face. He pressed down on me, moving his knee into my groin and pressing on my balls. From under his helmet I heard him instruct me to remove his helmet. I fumbled with the chin strap and then removed the helmet to see his eyes before me. Without hesitation he came to my lips and we went into a deep kiss. His hands grabbed the back of my neck to draw me into him. He was like an animal as he shoved his tongue into my throat and started to rhythmically pump his knee against my cock and balls. I would moan into his lips and we would mildly bite my tongue or lips.
As he continued to entertain my body, he was reaching over the edge of the bed and shortly had a pair of very heavy-duty steel wrist cuffs dangling before me. We parted lips and he stated that he wanted to put them on me. I didn’t want to break the moment, so I nodded me head yes. He pushed me to my side and worked my arms behind me and in a flash those steel restraints where locked and I was helpless. He pushed me on my back and straddled me. He put his helmet back on and started to work my tits with his gloved hands. With my arms cuffed behind me it made my chest stand out more and he increased the intensity of his use of me. I could feel my hard cock pressing against his leathered ass. I would moan some and he would cover my mouth with his hand again to keep me silent. Brandon then came closer to my face again with his helmet and told me to start licking his face shield. It was cool and I could only imagine what he was seeing as this cuffed and naked friend was licking his face shield. As I licked he would twist my tits more. I would start to moan, and Brandon would press the helmet against my tongue so I couldn’t talk or say anything.
The room was getting warm, hell I was starting to sweat, and I wonder if Brandon was sweating in his leathers. As things warmed, I could smell his leathers more. Once again, he reached over the edge of the bed and he brought forth an intense leather hood that only had a mouth hole. He didn’t ask this time and just started to work it on my sweaty head. Adjusting the straps and laces, he zipped the back flap shut and I heard a lock as his gloved hands made sure it fit well. I couldn’t see him any longer but remembered this leather biker in my bed. Brandon inserted his gloved finger into the mouth hole and piston it in and out. Then he added a second then a third finger, at times I was choking on the size of the fingers and tasting the leather. Then he would cover my mouth and I could only breath through the nose holes of the hood. This would make my dick grow against his leathered ass that was still sitting on me. He stopped after a while and he put a gag into the hole that filled my mouth and pressed my tongue down.
Brandon was taking control while turning me on. I would’ve never expected him to take control like this. He locked the gag, keeping me silent as he had me stand up. I could feel him taking the cuffs off and lifting my arms up before me. For a while I stood alone, sightless and speechless. My cock was dripping but I didn’t want to move. I really couldn’t hear anything as I took a moment to feel the hood on my head and discovered that each strap had a lock on it and the gag was locked in the front. My cock was slapped by Brandon and I quickly put my arms back in front of me. Slowly he put me arms into leather sleeves of a straitjacket. I struggled a little and he slapped my cock again then grabbed my throat tightly. I got the message and stopped and let him proceed. He made quick work of locking me into the heavy leather of the straitjacket. Every strap had a lock and he made sure it was tight and I wasn’t going to get out of it. When he locked the last lock, he put a 3-inch leather collar around my neck that covered the bottom of the hood and the neck of the straightjacket. I heard him tell me that he has sweated in the straightjacket the other day for a full 18 hours. That made my dick harder as he pushed me back on the bed and rolled me on my stomach.
He swatted my bare ass a few times as he put leather ankle restraints on me and tied them to the corners of the bed. Then I felt him come close to my ear so I could hear.
“You’re totally fucked now. You know I’ve always wanted to be a slave, but I could never find the right Master. I always remembered you had a thing for me and it took me a while to figure out how to make you work for me. Starting tonight I own you and in the coming days you’re going to learn pain, helplessness and suffering. Then you will know that you will have to do whatever I want, and you will make me your slave. You will make me suffer or you will suffer because when I am done you won’t be able to escape me. I will be in the prison, you will be my warden, but I will own you and the only way you will have joy in your life is to make me suffer.”
With that he slapped my ass hard and I yelled into the gag.
“So, what I need now is some money before I start my process of taking ownership of you. The best way is to use you and show you that I will do whatever I want with you. I hope that you will remember this and take it out on me in the future. But for now, you are going to scream in that hood. In an hour several guys are going to come over the fuck you. I’ve told them they can do whatever they want. Yes, they will fuck you raw, they can beat your ass until it bleeds. I posted on craigslist and my offer is getting a good response. In a few hours I will remove the gag and you will provide me with information to call you sick for your job. Be prepared for you don’t have a choice. You need to focus on how much of a piece of shit slave you are. You let me do this to you, you are too stupid to have freedom.”
There is a knock at the door. I realize he is serious and I stop breathing to try to hear anything and it is all silent. I struggle some but know I really can’t stop what is happening. I stop when I hear a different voice say, “Holy fuck, it’s true.”
Slowly I gained my senses and realized I was still in the leather hood and straightjacket secured to my bed. Then I felt the pain in my ass and the cum dribbling out. The last thing I remember was struggling as Brandon was depriving me of air through the mouth hole in the hood. His hard cock was in my ass and he was fucking me with all his power as he repeated that he was getting harder as I struggled trying to breath. His gloved hand would move slightly to give me a breath of fresh air then covered the hole again. I was getting light headed, screaming into the gag when I could feel him slam into my ass and shoot his load deep in his captive. I struggled for any air and then everything went white and I was out.
I was not sure how long I was out, but it probably wasn’t very long. But what happened before he fucked me was a nightmare. It was very intense as he just let the guys do what they wanted to me. I know at least six or seven used me for their pleasure. I never had my ass used so much and a couple busted my balls that were hanging exposed for them to enjoy. One inserted his finger into my dick which hurt like hell! I never heard from Brandon the entire time and barely got any rest between. I was also fucking pissed at him. What gave him the right to do this to me after offering my sofa for him to crash on.
I struggled a bit in my bondage mostly out of being pissed. But I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. Then I felt a hand on my head again.
“You did fucking great slave.”
It was Brandon and he lay down next to me and allowed his gloved hand to start stoking my cock. It felt good and my anger started to slip away.
“I’ve been letting that cum drip out of your ass and into a small cup. You’ll get to drink it later slave. Cum from your ass from strangers that you never saw that fucked you raw. Fuck slave, I am treating you way too good! You better treat me even better when you are my Master.”
He continued to stroke me, at times increasing the speed then backing off to keep me on the edge.
“I need you to give me some information to increase my ownership of you. I’m going to let you cum also. Behave or I will use my stun gun on you.”
That is when I hear the distinctive clicking of a stun gun. I moaned and shook my head no.
“That’s good. Now I need to know how to contact your job to call you in sick today.”
He removed the gag and I was able to tell him that one of the contacts on my phone was my boss and he could text him and let him know I would be sick today. After I finished he put the stun gun against my leg stunning me as he increased the speed of jacking me off. I screamed until he stopped, and I caught my breath. I asked him why he is doing this to me. I was greeted with another stun and a punch to my balls. I screamed again.
“I told you behave…now only talk when I question you. What time do you start work faggot?”
I told him, and he started to stoke me more. As he was stroking me something wet started to touch my lips and I realized he was pouring the cum from those that fucked me. I had no choice and took it in and swallowed it. He stroked me faster as he used his other hand to stun me again and when I screamed a large lump of the cum filled my mouth and coated it.
“Now I need one more thing for now slave. What is the password to your computer?”
I was stunned at the base of my balls as he stopped stroking my cock and just listened to me scream.
“If you hesitate you will suffer faggot, tell me now.”
I told him and he laughed, “Way to easy, I’m going to be in my prison sooner than I thought.”
With that he started stroking me with intensity to make me shoot. It didn’t take long as my body released with force the thrill of an orgasm. He continued to milk me and soon his gloved hand was dumping my own cum on my lips.
He moved off me and soon my cock was back in his hands as he was working some cold metal device on my cock and around my balls. It was heavy and I heard the lock.
“That stays on until I take it off. You’re going to rest now as I take care of business. This afternoon I will release you and we’re going to my place to get my gear, cage and prep my prison that you will keep me in faggot. So, you know I found your credit cards and will do some shopping to prepare you to be a Master. I want you to know you oversee me by me controlling what you wear and what you are allowed to do.”
He then moved around and inserted a plug into my ass. Soon it was giving me a tingle as the electricity was moving through it.
“So, you know, it will ramp up and really torch your ass, then will quiet down. I don’t want to hear your screams, so keep fucking quiet or I will post your ass on Craigslist again.”
Just then the shock went full bore and my asshole was on fire. I wanted to scream but I didn’t dare. I was once again alone in the sweat soaked leather, bound and blind only to be tortured for Brandon’s sadistic pleasure.
Hours passed as my ass was assaulted with the electrified plug. I was getting pissed again and I was not sure what would be happening next. This was so weird that he kept talking about me being his Master while I was here on my bed, in leather bondage, hooded, locked in chastity and being raped by an electric plug. My body was sore and straining to get free. I can only imagine what he is doing with my credit cards. I knew I had to get loose and get him restrained to take control of what is happening.
I felt his gloved hand on me again as he laid down next to me. The electro came to an end and I could breathe again. He didn’t say anything as we just ran his hand on my captive body. My cock started to get hard but ran into the steel that it was locked in and I moaned. I could hear him chuckle as I moaned in pain.
“I’m going to take that hood off you and I don’t want you to stay a fucking word you got it faggot?”
I nodded yes and he unlocked the locks and straps and soon the cool air was rushing across my sweaty face and shaved head. Brandon was in his helmet and leathers still as he pushed his face into mine. He took off his helmet and I looked into his dark brown eyes and he started kissing me. Damn if my cock didn’t strain against the steel that trapped it.
He then started to work the leather straightjacket off me and for the first time I could move my arms. He instructed me to remove the rope around my ankles and had me sit on the edge of the bed. At this point I was thinking how I could tackle him and stop this craziness. But those thoughts came to an end as he stood in front of me holding his gun in his gloved hand and slowly sliding in between my lips.
“Yea, faggot I know you’re pissed and you want to hurt me. Right now, you’re mine and you will do what I want. Think about this, no one knows I’m here. This weapon isn’t registered, so it can’t be tracked. So, think very carefully about what you do and what I tell you to do.”
He really was getting off on me sucking on the steel of his gun.
“In the bathroom is some clothes for you. Put them all on, then come out to the living room and get on all fours. If you’re thinking about doing something different, check out your crotch.”
I looked down and the steel cage that I was in also had a remote electric contact that was pressed against my balls. He pressed a button and fell off the bed in pain.
“Now you know faggot, I’m still in charge.”
He kicked me with his heavy motorcycle boot, then grabbed me and pushed me into the bathroom shutting the door.
I looked around to find a set of black and white Adidas trackies, with shoes and no socks. There was no underwear. I quickly put it on and took a moment to piss into the toilet that was filled with shit and hadn’t been flushed in a while. I came out of the bathroom and made my way to the living room. Brandon was sitting on the sofa on his phone. He looked up at me.
“Damn nice boy, love my Boss in trackies and trainers.”
He stood, and we left the house and in the drive way was a U-Haul. He got in to drive and we headed to his place.
Once arriving we took his iron dog cage, a bunch of bags of gear and clothing. He helped me with all of it to get it done quickly. As soon as we were done, we headed back to my place and unloaded it all into my basement. As we put all this stuff away, he mentioned was glad it was Friday for now he had me for the weekend.
He went to one of his bags and pulled out a rubber piss hood and without any warning he shocked my balls and I was kneeling before him. He quickly pulled the heavy rubber over my head and I realized that I hadn’t eaten anything in nearly a day now. A heavy leather posture collar was locked around my neck. Soon he was wrapping me with pallet wrap and then layers of black duct tape. I watched all this happen through the lenses of the hood, but my mouth was full with the funnel tube that will unload anything he puts down it right into my mouth.
When he was done with my torso and arm he had me stand and wrapped and tapped my legs and feet. Then he added another layer of tape and it took over the hood and collar. But he left my sight. He sat me down and pushed me against one of the basement post and secured me with tape looking towards the cage.
He disappears from the basement as I struggle a little in my mummified state. After a while he returns with an enema bag that seems to be filled with liquid. He hangs it above my head and brings the small hose to the funnel and tapes it to the side. He turns the knob and a slow dribble starts from the bag. He just watches me as I sit in anticipation to finally get some liquid to refresh myself. The liquid a brownish color as it reaches the end of the tube and starts down the funnel hose. Brandon crosses his arms then smiles as the first of this liquid touches my tongue. It tastes horrible and I moan. This is when he laughs.
Brandon turns and goes to another bag as the liquid slowly comes down the tube and I have to take it in. As slow as it is dribbling this will take a while. He pulls out some heavy steel restraints and locks them on his ankles and his wrists. I watch as he takes a large Master lock placing it right by the cage door. He takes a key lock that has a small keypad and hangs it from one of the bars on the top of the cage.
“I’m going in the cage and the key to all the locks are in that box. It will not open until 6am tomorrow morning. So, you know it is about 3:30 now. We are going to be down here together, helpless, alone. The only way you will be released is when I am released.”
I struggle some as I don’t want to be this helpless. Just then I am shocked in the balls again.
“I might be in chains and in the cage, but I will have the control and I will be shocking you. By the way, I will tell you want you are drinking tomorrow. You won’t be happy faggot.”
He puts a large gag into his mouth, locking it on, followed by a tight rubber hood that only has nose holes. He pats around and finds his helmet, putting it on. Then he lowers to the floor and slowly works his way to the cage climbing inside feeling things out since he can’t see. Turning himself around he finds the door, slamming it shut. It takes him a bit, but he finds the heavy lock and secures it to the cage door. Brandon grabs the bars and shakes the cage screaming into this gag, under his helmet.
I can’t fucking believe he has done this. I look across at him helpless in the care while I see my mummified legs and feet before me. That stuff dripping down the funnel. That is when he shocks me, and I scream. I hear him laughing at me. He continues to shock me. We are so far apart but can’t help each other. He seems to be liking this but all this is pissing me off. Fuck, he is getting me to want to make him suffer like he is making me. Fuck, this is what he wants, he is turning me into a Master.
The sound of the keys dropping from the lock box woke me from my short sleep between the shocks that Brandon was giving me. It had been a very long night, helpless in the mummy cocoon that he had put me in hours earlier. The brown crappy tasting liquid ran out hours ago. Brandon would shock me at random times while all I could do is watch him sit in the cage. He sat in his leathers sightless and in the metal restraints he had put himself in. Now I watched as he felt around with his gloved fingers for the keys to let himself out and hopefully release me. I had long pissed in the pallet wrap and tape that held me. On occasion he would mumble at me with the gag beneath his helmet. I could just moan back.
I watched through the eye holes of the funnel hood that was locked on me as Brandon took his own sweet time trying to get the keys and release. He would find them then struggle holding them in his gloves dropping them and having to find them again. Not sure why he hooded himself before going in and not have any sight. I was starting to get pissed and frustrated with him because I was helpless until he got out.
It took a long time, but he finally got the cuffs off and could open the lock on the cage door. He climbed out taking off his helmet and the hood that he was in. He removed the leg restraints, standing and looking over a me. He crossed his arms and smiled. Stepping beside me he hauled off and kicked me with his heavy motorcycle boot. Then he kicked me again.
“You’re just a worthless piece of shit you know that?”
He unzipped his leathers and pulled out his cock. Straddling me he started to jack off. He pressed the button to the electro on my balls and I screamed into the funnel and within moments his cum was flowing down the hose and into my mouth. I could hear him sigh with relief as the cum was followed by his piss.
“Been holding that all night faggot.”
It flowed fast and strong and forever! I swallowed as fast as I could, so I wouldn’t drown. A couple of times he shocked me, and it took everything I had to maintain my swallowing while feeling the extreme pain in my balls. He stepped back as he finished and zipped his suit back up. I was hoping this was it, he would release me, but he just turned and headed up the stairs into the main part of the house.
An hour so later he returned, he was wearing an Adidas track suit as he approached me. He cut me loose from the beam then lifted me on his shoulder and hauled me up the stairs. He took me to the spare bedroom and laid me on the floor.
“Time for you to go into the dark and deep storage fag boy. I need you to be locked up and out of the way for some guys will be helping me with a special project. I am also expecting a shipment this afternoon that will help turn you into my Master. I know you will like it.”
Brandon then moved the funnel and taped it to my chest. He cut open the tape and wrap in my crotch pulling out my cock that was still in the steel cage. Then I felt him inserting a catheter as it slowly worked its way in me. It wasn’t comfortable as he did it and I struggled some in the cocoon I was in. He just laughed and slapped my head to shut up. As he settled it he took more tape and wrapped my cock and cage then sealed it all leaving only the hose to be expose. From that he dropped the hose into the funnel taping it, so it wouldn’t move.
“See you later fucker.”
Brandon put tape over the lenses of the hood, I was now sightless. I felt him working some restraints around my ankles then taping over them. Soon I felt my legs rise, sliding on my back across the carpet. He was going to suspend me upside down. I struggled bit then stopped when he kicked me on the side and soon my head left the ground. It seemed like forever before the winch stopped. I didn’t have a winch, so he must have installed it.
“Shithead, so you know I put this in your closet and it has raised you into the attic. I’m going to close the door, and no one will know you’re hear. By the way that stuff you drank last night was dog food, mixed with my piss in a blender. It’s all you get for now. Well other than your own piss that you’ll be drinking throughout the day.”
He followed that up with a shock and I heard the attic door shut. I was a total object now. I was fucking mad at him for how could he feed me dog food and his piss! I really was getting tired of this and wanted out. I had to figure a way before he releases me.
I have no idea how long I was left hanging in the attic, but it was a long time. So, I was thrilled when I heard the winch and felt myself being laid on the carpet. I had drunk my own piss and sweated buckets for it was very warm in the attic. He started to cut me loose. The tape on my cock hurt like hell but I was glad to get it off. Then he pulled out the catheter, which also hurt! He worked all the wrap and tape off me and I could feel the blood running back into my arms and legs.
“I’m going to take this hood off. You’re going to be able to talk and see. But I fucking warn you to not say a word. Your balls are still wired, and I will shock you without fail. Also, my weapon is right here so you’ll not do anything stupid.”
He tapped my cheek with his weapon. He removed the hood and I could see him for the first time since he put me in the attic. He was wearing an orange prison type jump suit with shackles on his wrists and ankles chained to this waist.
“Here are your orders, shithead. Go to your bathroom, clean up, piss and shit. Do not flush! You can shower and then come to your living room naked, kneel and await me.”
With that he helped me up and gave me a hug and long passionate kiss. He fondled my steel encased package then turned me to the door and pushed me off.
I did as he instructed, going to my bathroom and cleaning up. I found the toilet full of shit and piss and not flushed. I added to it but wondered what he planned for all that. The shower felt great, but I wish my cock and balls could get out of their cage. I shaved and cleaned up. It felt wonderful. Then I did as he wanted and returned to the living room kneeling and waiting for Brandon. Looking around there were several large boxes and a camera with a tripod set up.
Brandon came into the room in his prison get up and ordered me to stand. He started by going to the boxes and handing me leather breeches, followed by a leather dress shirt, jacket, gloves, tall Wesco Boss boots a leather tie. As I put it on the jacket had emblems on the collar and sleeve. But I was getting hard in the cage on my cock putting on this leather. Brandon knew one of my fantasies was to have full leathers. The smell was amazing, and I could feel the heaviness of it all. Feeling this leather against my skin was great.
“You as my Master, you will be in leather like this most of the time. You must feel your power over me and know you are the true Master of a slave like me. You look amazing Sir.”
It was the first time he referred to me as Master and I had a chill. He handed me a leather cap that had an SS skull icon on it. This gave me more chills. I put it on as I adjusted all the leather and looked at Brandon. He dropped to his knees, looking at my boots. I was speechless.
“Sir, you look amazing. I can’t wait until you keep me your prisoner for days on end and feel your power.”
I reached out and patted his closely cropped head. That is when he grabbed my hand, standing, spinning me around and putting his weapon against my head.
“Now just to keep you in check I have a few little things to add to your leathers and we’re going to take some photos. I don’t care if you like this or not, but you will do it. Remember I have this gun and your balls wired.”
He released me, going to the box he handed me a red leather band and I was shocked to see it was a Nazi swastika arm band. He motioned for me to put it and I did with hesitation. He slapped my face and I did it quicker. He dropped a Nazi flag that he had mounted to a ceiling.
Ordering me to stand in front of the flag he went to the camera and took several photos of me. Then he had me salute and more photos. He came before me setting the camera on video and kneeled in submission before me. He had me hold his collar tight. He ordered me to choke him and I could see his face turning very red. He started playing with his cock through his jump suit. I really didn’t know what to make of all this. I wasn’t going to like having this on film and not sure what will happen with all this.
He ordered me to release him, which I happily did. Taking the keys to his steel restraints he removed them and then took off his orange suit and was naked at my booted feet. He handed me the weapon, having me hold it to his head. I was very hesitant but thought about taking control of all this. I had his weapon to end all this.
“Feel the leather and power you have in your gloved hand Sir. You now you’ve always wanted to be in leathers and now you are. Those boots show how much of a Man you are, and I am going to be worshipping those boots for hours as you take more possession of me.”
What was he doing?! My cock was straining as I could smell and feel this heavy leather that I now wear. Without think I slowly put the gun against his head.
“Fuck yes Master. You know you want to control me, own me. Of fuck me Nazi Master!”
Holy shit, I can’t believe what I was doing to Brandon. I moved the weapon and gently forces it upon his lips and his tongue came out and started licking it. Soon he was worshipping the steel barrel of the Glock. My other hand held his head making sure he didn’t move. We were in this unexplained world and I was a Nazi Leather Master making this slave suck a Glock. How in the world did it get to this?
The moment stopped when I kicked him for touching his cock with his hand. Brandon crawled across the room and came back with a riding crop. Handing it to me he bowed his head.
“Beat me Sir.”
I felt this in my glove hand while placing the weapon behind me in my pants. I have had a crop used on me many time and it can create quite a sting. I was hesitant again for I never had beat anyone. It wasn’t in me, I felt I was the one to serve.
“Faggot, you’ve let me feed you dog food and piss. How much of a fucking pussy are you? You let me bind you and keep you captive. Fuck you allow stranger to shoot in your ass and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it. I can’t believe that you are such a push over. Perhaps I need to really take control of you and show you how much of a piece of shit you are. Fucking fag that will do anything I tell it.”
That was it, it was if in slow motion, but the crop was whooshing through the air and it struck his ass at full force. He responded by yelping and moving away. Then another swing. I was fucking pissed that he had put me through all this. Used me for his fantasy and at time kept me beyond my limits and will.
Before I knew it he was beginning to show the marks of the crop and started to bruise. I had really gone crazy and was starting to sweat in the leathers. I felt the need to stop.
“Oh fuck, that’s it shit head? Really that is all you got?’
He past the point and I wailed on his body, over and over and over. I yelled at him to submit to me his Master and shut the fuck up. He is going to suffer and learn his is the slave and will never forget it. He was showing marks all over the place. I could hear him start to whimper. I stopped, breathing heavily and sweat dripping from under my leather cap.
As I paused, I was surprised when he crawled over to one of the boxes and returned with a baseball bat.
“The tool of all skinheads, Master.”
Handing it to me I couldn’t imagine what he wanted me to do with it. He stood up on his knees, taking the end of the bat in his hand and moved it to his torso. He then looked at me and smile. Holy fuck, I could never strike someone with a bat!
“Oh hell, I can’t believe you are back to being a faggot again. You know I would use this on you if you were bound and fuck I still might for in a bit you’re going back in bondage shit fag.”
I did it, I pulled it back and swung at him. I didn’t hit him hard but I hit him and he bent over in pain and losing his breath. As he got up he turned to me and had an evil smile on his face.
“Now you know I just might have to use that on you now that you did it on me.”
I swung and hit him again, telling me he will not use this on me or I will do worse to him. When he recovered he took the end of bat and move it to his ass. He put his head on the carpet raising his ass. Slowly I pushed it in and he moaned as it was opening his hole. I told him to take it and shut up. With that is gave it a good strong push and it went in a great distance and I found myself enjoying his suffering and even I laughed a bit. For a while I fucked him with the bat, in and out. He started to stroke his cock but I kicked his hand away. But he started again and I thought he might as well go for it. So I piston the bat fast and faster. I put my booted foot under his lips and he started to lick. It wasn’t long before he shot his load on the floor. With the bat still in him I took away my boot and ordered him to clean up after himself. He did and then I took the bat out of his ass in a swift stroke.
Brandon stood looking me in the eyes with a bit of tears. He leaned forward and hugged me.
“You are my Master you know. You have it in you to own me and never let me go. You will make me suffer for the rest of my life Sir. I love you.”
He kissed me deeply and I cock strained in the cage. I had a burst of shivers and goose bumps. Could I really be able to Master him?
He slowly move away and then went to the camera, turning it off. Fuck, I had totally forgot about the film of all this. He turned around and pointed the Glock at me.
“Kneel Nazi”
I kneeled.
He must have taken it when we were hugging. He ordered me to put my hands behind my back and he cuffed them. Still naked he stood before me, his cock growing again.
“I needed something to control you. I will keep all the photos and video secret but as you can imagine that if something like these got released your life would be fucking destroyed. Today these images would be damaging as you know how things are in our country right now. If people thought you were a kinky Gay Nazi that abused me and raped me, well fuck, it wouldn’t be good, would it? So, this is my promise you treat me as the slave I am meant to be and no one will ever see them. Got it Master?”
I couldn’t believe it, I felt the leather I was in and I was getting fucking hard. He had me, he was controlling me. He took the gun holding it up before me, showing me it was empty and mentioned that he had emptied it before giving it to me.
He left for a moment and returned with the leather straitjacket. He removed the cuffs and I knew I didn’t have a choice and in I went. He followed it by a heavy isolation hood and led me down the hall to the bed where he secured me. Here I was in full leather uniform and in more leather in a straitjacket and hood.
“I’ll release you in the morning Sir. I want to let you know in a few hours some guys are going to come and use you. Just one more night for you to be a fuck pig. I need to make sure you know you are owned and will do as I say.”
The room fell silent with only the sound of my breathing and the leather I am encased in.
I woke once again hooded and bound in heavy leather, on my stomach. The night was intense when the guys started to show up. I found out that the leather breeches I was wearing had a zipper in my ass. So each guy that used me had total access to my hole and each one filled it. Between fucking a plug was inserted to keep me full and the cum in. I think I was used by 10 guys this time. Some were quick, they entered me, and it didn’t take long before they were shooting their load in me. Some were nasty, controlling my breathing in the hood. One took out my balls and had a good time punching them after he tied them with some rope. I realized that the Nazi arm band I was wearing was inside the straitjacket. What would these men think if they knew I was in a leather Nazi uniform? By the time they were done I was wide open and in pain as the plug spent the rest of the night in my ass.
It must have been morning when I felt some weight on the bed and realized Brandon was lying next to me. He was stroking his leather clad captive. Brandon had this way to make me so helpless and used, pissing me off. Then he would turn the tables and be so gentle and loving. I couldn’t keep up at times, I didn’t know whether to be angry or happy.
He climbed on my back and I felt the plug being removed. Then he shocked me as I felt his tongue sliding down my ass cheeks and towards my hole. I moaned in the hood as his booted feet started to squeeze my head. He slowly worked his tongue until it gently entered my hole. A moment later he was sucking the cum out of my ass. I couldn’t believe he was doing this. It felt amazing as I was feeling his mouth on my ass and his boots squeezing my head.
He soon finished and put the plug back in, zipping up my leather breeches. Brandon worked on the restraints on my ankles, releasing me. Helping me stand he lead me a short distance to what must have been the bathroom. Pressing on my shoulder he had me kneel then lay on the floor on my back.
Things were still for a moment but then I heard pallet wrap and my legs were being wrapped from my waist to the feet. That was followed by duct tape, several layers. As he started to undo the hood, reminded me that I was not to speak or open my eyes. The cool air felt good as my sweat covered head was removed from the hood. I did as he required, and he replaced the leather hood with a rubber hood that had nose and mouth holes. This was followed by a heavier rubber hood that had a tube that was inserted in my mouth. The second hood was thick, with a zipper back followed by laces that were secured with a lock.
My breathing became labored through the hose as he was moving around me. Then he dropped down on my chest sitting on me.
“Here’s your situation faggot. You’re in the bathroom for the rest of the day. There are workmen coming to work for me in the basement, so I needed you out of the way. Since you can’t see, your hood has a hose that goes from your mouth. That hose leads to the toilet.”
That made me stop and think, I moaned.
“Yup, you’re right. The toilet that is filled with shit and piss from the weekend. Now the hose is taped over the edge with about an inch of space to allow you to breath freely. But I don’t suggest you moving much as if the tape gets lose the then hose could fall into the shit below and you’ll end up with a shit meal in order to breath.”
I started to move my head “no” then stopped. Brandon laughed.
“Good catch there faggot.”
With that he punched me in the chest, got up and left the room.
Now I was alone, helpless still and very worried about that hose getting lose.
The time passes slowly as most of the time I just laid on the bathroom floor listening to my own breathing in the hoods. The smell of the shit and piss made its way through the hose and into the hood. I was trapped and had to live with it. Occasionally my balls would be shocked, and I would jump. Then I remembered the hose and it being attached to the toilet. I tried very hard to not move but I was never prepared for the shocks. I never knew when he would do it. The day dragged on and I ended up pissing in my leathers. This really disappointed me as I didn’t want to ruin them.
Another time I caught myself fall asleep and my head was pulling away from the toilet. I stopped myself fearful that the hose would come lose. There were a couple of times when I think Brandon came in and added to the piss in the toilet as the smell would become stronger. I hated all this and I really hoped the hose wouldn’t dislodge.
I woke unable to breath, realizing the hose was plugged. Fuck, it must have dislodged and I couldn’t breathe! Starting to struggle against the leather sleep sack I was taking deeper breaths and started to yell hoping that Brandon would hear me. The smell of the shit and piss was getting stronger. As I struggle I felt my piss that had pooled under me after pissing again. I was feeling like a real pig! There was a drip that fell upon my lips. I stopped breathing as I knew what was coming. I struggle trying not to breath and pull the hose away. Working really hard I was able to sit up and the hose pulled from the toilet and dropped to the floor. I blew into the hose clearing it and opening the air way again!
My heaving breathing was labored but at least I could breathe again. Then a boot pushed back to the floor and Brandon sat on my chest. Through the hood I heard him tell me I was pretty lucky, but he wondered why it took me so long to pull that hose away. He wondered if I really was toilet deep inside. I shook my head in denial, there was no way I wanted to taste shit.
He worked the hood off me, followed by the other. As I looked around I could see the shit that was blown out of those and it would’ve stuffed my face and mouth! I looked at him and he had an evil grin.
He let me out of the bondage but made me stay in the piss wet leathers. He had prepared dinner and allowed me to eat with him. He ate on the floor as I sat at the table. He had put himself in shackles. He cleaned up in the kitchen. Then he came to me and put shackles on me and took me to the bedroom. We ended up in bed together cuddling.
Early Monday morning he led me to my office and introduced me to how I would be working for the week. He added a chain to the ankle chain, followed by a 3-inch leather collar with a chain attached to that. Both chains were attached to bolts in the floor. I could sit at my desk and move around but couldn’t leave the room. He handed me a simple cell phone that I could use for work calls but he kept my personal phone. He reminded me of the photos then left and locked the door.
I discovered a bucket that he labelled as toilet and a small refrigerator that he had stocked with some food and water. There wasn’t much time and I logged into work. I spend the day working in the full leather Nazi uniform, with the armband still on. I could only imagine what work would think if they saw me.
Through the day there was noise coming from the basement and I wondered what he was doing down there. I tried to access my accounts online, but everything was locked out as he had changed the passwords. I couldn’t believe he was controlling me like this.
At night we could come in with some dinner and we both ate on the floor. After dinner he dragged in a cage and put me in it for the night. Then the entire routine would start again.
It lasted the entire week and I admit the leathers was really getting broken in but the room was smelling of shit and piss as it had piled up in the bucket.
Friday evening came, I logged off of work for the weekend. I wondered if he would let me out of the room as I had been in there for 5 days. When he entered he told me to stand at attention. He removed the shackles and chain. He had me follow him to the basement. He was wearing his orange prison jumpsuit with some Nike high tops.
We got down to the basement and I was shocked to see a full prison cell in my basement. The walls were cinder block with a full iron prison door. Brandon went right in and slammed the door behind him.
He pointed behind me where a welding torch set. He wanted me to weld the door. I let him I didn’t know anything about doing that. My balls were set on fire and I bent over in pain. With Brandon instructing me I ended up sealing the jail door. When I was finished I wondered what the hell I’ve just done.
“Thank you Master.” Brandon said as he stood at the door.
“There is no way I can ever escape. As you see this door is the only way out and you’ve sealed it. I have always wanted to be a caged prisoner and now I am. You can see the cell is small but I will be able to survive in here. I will never see the daylight or smell freedom again.”
“There are some unique features in here to make me suffer without you doing anything to me. The toilet in your bathroom now drains into this small pit at the back of the cell. From there it slowly drains out so not to fill the cell. You’ll notice I don’t have a bed and that small pit is the only place that has the space for me to lay down. As you crap and piss it will be where I spend my nights.
“Since I am trapped here you will have to make sure nothing happens to me. For you welded the door shut you are now totally responsible for my life. Forever. You will have to keep me fed and clothed. I have full control of your life through this computer. Every day it will come on for 1 hour and I will review your accounts, your email, your Facebook and make sure your life runs smoothly. Plus, I will always have access to your balls to make sure you stay attentive.
I was now very angry and asked why he would do this to me!
“You wanted to be a slave. Now you are! There is no escape for you. You can’t go on vacation you can never move. You will have to take care of me for my natural life. You are owned by me but I get to be secure in this small cell forever.
“Be fucking happy Sir. Look you are in full leather and will live in those! You know it has made you hard as fuck. Come here.”
I moved towards him as he motioned for me to lower my leather breeches. He then produced a key and removed the cage that my cock had been trapped in for over a week.
“Take your cock in your gloved hand.”
I looked at him, he shocked my balls. I took my cock in my right hand and the leather of my glove felt good and I was getting hard, freely, for the first time.
He ordered me to start stroking, as he had me put my left hand over my mouth and nose. He reminded me that I was in tall heavy boots, breeches, a leather shirt under a leather jacket. Then he shocked me but told to keep jerking. I starting to jack faster and faster as I took in the leather smell. He would shock me, then again and again. It didn’t take long and I ended up shooting my load into the cell and across the basement floor. I dropped to my knees as he tossed the chastity device across the basement floor.
“It will be up to you if you trust me to put that back on. I don’t care if you do but if you do you will be admitting that I own you and you are my slave, faggot. After all that I did to you, you ended up shooting your load for me. You want to clean that cum off the floor in front of me, but hesitate as I am a jail fag, locked up forever. You could not feed me and let me wither away in here, but you won’t. You need me to control you, to own you and in return you get to be the prisoner with freedom. Freedom to remain a leather Master to a fag in jail.”
I looked at him and his brown eyes. There was a smile on his face and I felt behind me without releasing my gaze upon him. I found the cage and I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but I put it back on and locked it.
Brandon smiled. He turned walking to the pit. He looked at me and my heart stopped. He smiled, and I moved to the cage, grabbing the bars with my gloved hands. The key to the Chasity dropped into the pit.
I screamed as I rattled the bars.