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ARMY in year 2095! (Part1)

it was january 1st in the year 2095. this was the year that a new drastic new law came into effect. the government had to make a big decision and decided that all men from the age of 18 had to report to the army. I got off the bus in front of the army base, just like all the other men who had received the call from the government to report that day. I walked into the army base and reported to the counter, where 2 stern muscular men stood in army clothing. I had to show my call letter here and it was immediately stamped and a number was put where I had to report. as instructed i walked to my number which was number 9. when i entered the room this time 3 heavily muscled men were waiting for me. at that moment i closed the door behind me, gave the form to the first man. he told me that i had to wait for orders and so i stayed where i was at that moment. suddenly there was money that i had to undress, i did this as instructed. i had put on very easy clothes so everything was off.

now i stood there naked in front of 3 enormously muscular men who were looking at me from head to toe. so says 1 of the men, as you know, the new law is effective immediately from today. the new law is as follows: from 1 january, all men aged 18 and over must report to the army, immediately. there the necessary measures will be taken and implemented to be able to defend our country well and strongly. when the man finished reciting the new law. i was taken and put in a long line with all the other men. and was told to wait in silence, until it was your turn. now i stood in the line naked with only my form in my hands, waiting until it was my turn, for further information.

everyone in line was nervous about what was coming, we only knew the basics of the new law that had been introduced. we were told nothing more. everyone knew one thing for sure. that there was no escape.

finally after a long time in line it was my turn, there were a few men with white doctor coats on, behind them all big thick syringes with blue liquid in them. the doctor I was standing in front of grabbed a thick syringe from the table behind him, squeezed some skin near my breast together with one hand and at that moment pushed the needle in and immediately injected the liquid into my body.

(Me)

it felt very painful and this disappeared immediately when all the liquid was pressed out of the syringe. then i was ordered to lie down on a bed. shortly after i lay down i felt sleepy and felt myself slowly drifting off. there must have been some kind of sleeping pill in that syringe, i thought! and at that moment i fell into a deep sleep.

i woke up and noticed that i was in another bed and had been moved to another room. i was lying here with 3 other men. and noticed that they had been awake for a while. i noticed that the other 2 men were quiet, not a word came out of their mouths. and saw them just staring in the mirror in amazement. at that moment i also tried to get out of bed, everything felt heavy and eventually i managed to get up and walk to a mirror to look at themselves in the mirror like those other men.

(Me)

at that moment, when i didn't recognize myself in the mirror. it seemed like my heart stopped beating for a moment! i tried to scream but no sound came out! just like the other 2 men.

i now saw a muscular man looking back at me in the mirror. that's strange i thought to myself. i was a little boy at 18 years old, with hardly any muscle mass a few hours ago. now i'm more muscular longer and then ……………….. then to my surprise i saw steel around my dick. i noticed at that moment that my dick was trying to get hard but felt that it wasn't going to work. and saw that it was secured with a lock. at that moment i looked to the side in amazement to see if the other 2 men had the same. and to my surprise they also had a cage around their dick.

one had a black plastic cage around his dick, and the other a complete steel cage with a kind of belt also made of steel attached to it.

to be continued.

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ARMY in the year 2095 (part 2)

suddenly i saw a muscular man standing against the wall, who ordered us to come to him and take a shower. all of us responded to his orders immediately, without even thinking about it. it turned out that this guy had a cage around his dick just like us. but somehow this was different.

Suddenly the showers turned off and we were ordered to dry ourselves and then sit on the teble with our hands above our heads.

i went to the table to fool around as requested but couldn't resist sitting on the cage around my dick. this was immediately seen by the man who had ordered us to do this. he came and stood right in front of me. and said:

so boy, i expect you to obey what you are asked to do. and by the looks of it you find this a difficult order to obey! let me use you to set an example for all the other boys here who do obey my orders nicely and obediently. so that they think twice before they show disobedient behavior.

as you know you were asked to report yourselves, as stated in the new rules. this you all did. now you are strong handsome men, with absolutely no distractions from your dicks. you were little boys who now nothing can be seen and no one will recognize you as you were. so now that i have said that, i am ready to punish you for disobeying.

doctors come in, i have a disobedient whore for you. the two doctors walked to my table and started to tie me up. i was put on my back and was tied up at both wrists and ankles. i tried to scream but still no sound came out of my mouth. the doctors took 2 thick needles with a strange kind of liquid and saw that they sprayed this into my upper legs at the same time.

I noticed that I was slowly losing my vision and falling asleep.

I woke up in a small room, feeling strange and felt the urge to walk to the mirror that was opposite the bed.

the moment I stood in front of the mirror I saw to my surprise that I had become more muscular, I felt as if I had visited the gym 7 days a week.

before i could get a good look at myself i heard the door of the room unlock and 2 big men entered. both were dressed in leather, 1 of them had a big sports bag in his hands and immediately put it around the bed when he entered.

before i knew it the other man grabbed me by my wrists and pressed me against the wall where he immediately pulled my hands behind my back to secure them with handcuffs. then i felt a black hood being pressed over my mouth which was immediately secured with leather straps and a couple of locks. to make sure it wouldn't come off. i felt helpless, i could only watch as these 2 imposing men tackled me without saying anything.

at that moment i felt her loosen the chastity cage that was still on my cock, i was relieved. but to my horror a huge metal belt with a kind of cup was pulled out of the sports bag and this was fastened around my waist and the cup over my balls and cock. this time no lock was put on but a welding machine was used. the lock was welded in place. by the time i realized it was too late to resist.

but that was not all, there was also a kind of metal tie from the bag but this went around my neck immediately. this was secured and a metal line was attached to it. both were welded so that it stays in place. when they started pulling on the collar they said that I had to be ready for what was to come. I burst into tears and could do nothing else than do what I was told.

(to be continued) leave a message what you think. thx

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The Hitcher

I am scared. I don’t scare easily but this guy has managed it.

My name is Den, I am slim but muscular, fit, brown hair – and currently locked in a cage in an old mine building somewhere in Colorado waiting, waiting for I don’t know what or who. I’m scared…

How on earth had this happened! I had to get from my university in Gunnison, Colorado back home. I was due at my brother’s home in Boulder. It’s my birthday. My 21st actually and he called me and told me that there was a last minute party for me with all my old high school friends and family and I had to get back quickly. Now I am not that fond of my family and most of my ‘friends’ at school had been anything but. I had never really fitted in and had a very different peer group now I was away from home in the high Rockies. That’s one reason I chose the University of Western Colorado – a long way from home both physically and demographically. However my brother was paying my fees. He’s a good guy and by far the best of the bunch. It was a shame though, I had planned a party back at my rooms with some good buddies from UWC. They were more like me; gay and rebellious!

My car was out, it had developed a flat tire yesterday for some reason and, try as I might, I could not get it to re-inflate. I am out of cash this month so it’s still sitting there, useless. I could just have afforded the gas to get home but a guy to fix the leak as well – no way. So I had to hitch. I walked along Highway 50 past the turning up to Crested Butte and kept looking back. Lots of cars, all speeding up as they left the town restrictions but no one was stopping for a hitcher. Partly my fault, I was wearing old bleached jeans, a black leather jacket and my high laced boots. The best way to hitch is in uniform, any uniform really; army, navy, since 9/11 a firefighter is guaranteed a lift in minutes. Dressing like me had the opposite effect!

Then I saw an old Toyota Landcruiser coming up the street. Really old. One of the first models, the one with the curved back end. Good condition though, black with blacked out side windows. It stopped and the window dropped smoothly. Now I know my cars and those old models did not have electric windows so this was obviously a rebuild. Not the kind of thing that stops when I have to hitch home!

At the wheel was a god. Now I’m not usually easily impressed but this guy! Powerfully built, a strong chest in a white T shirt that stretched over the muscles so I could see every one in detail. A tight waist circled by a thick black belt, double buckle hitching it tight at the top of a pair of thick leather jeans; his powerful thighs stretching the leather and a pair of heavy boots on his feet. His arms were like tree limbs, corded forearms ending in black gloves that gripped the wheel. What caught my attention was the leather bands strapped tight around his biceps and thick, wide leather bracers on his wrists. They were padlocked on and complete with a ‘D’ ring at the bottom. Also the tight shirt emphasized that underneath he was wearing a chest harness; you could see every strap and buckle almost better than if he had not been wearing anything at all!

My eyes were pulled to his face – a thick heavy ring through his nose and his head shaved but for a crest of hair that ran back from his forehead. A thick, wide leather collar circled his neck with D rings at each side and again this was padlocked on! My jaw dropped, I may even have licked my lips….

‘Like what you see?’ he said ‘Then get in boy’. He growled the comment in a deep, low voice that was not in the mood for discussion. Fuck, I did like what I saw. A lot.

I pulled open the door, climbed in and pulled it too behind me. Then heard a slight clunk as the locks went. The Toyota pulled away. ‘Put your seat belt on’ he said and I hastened to buckle up. As I clicked the lock I felt the belt go tight, an automatic tensioner I thought.

‘Where you headed?’ he asked in that deep growling voice and I explained my need to get to Boulder urgently. ‘I can take you where you need to be’ he said. It was an odd way to say it. Not really explicit. But I was not really listening at that point. I looked around me and immediately saw something that made me stop breathing. Hanging from the rear view mirror was a thick steel restraint. I licked my lips; they were suddenly very dry. He was smiling. ‘You still like what you see?’ he asked again and I nodded my head, not really feeling safe to speak; it might have come out as a squeak.

I love guys, I love leather and over the last couple of years I have come to love being tied up and restrained and meeting guys like me for fun and sex. There are more of us than you might think, even in the wilds of Colorado. Or perhaps especially in the wilds of Colorado!

The car pulled over and he reached for the steel bar. ‘It’s a long way, you want to get comfortable?’ he asked grinning. I nodded again. They were not ordinary cuffs. This was a short flat steel bar with loops on each end for a wrist. He pulled out a small hex key and undid the fastening, the ends hinged out. He held it out in front of me. ‘One wrist in each side’ he said. I hesitated. ‘NOW’ he barked and my hands leaped forwards resting my wrists in the cups on each end. He quickly folded the sides together wrapping the steel around my arms and slipped in the key, locking it tight.

My cock went hard. My arms were held in front of me, parallel and with my wrists about 6 inches apart held tight by a flat steel bar. What the fuck had I done! He grinned again and let out the clutch moving out back onto the road. He reached over and rubbed the large bump in my jeans. ‘Feels good huh?’ he asked. Again I nodded, still not feeling able to say anything…

‘You like steel?’ he asked ‘The feel of the rigid unforgiving metal holding you so you cant move?’ He must have thought me an idiot, as all I could do was nod again. I licked my lips and finally spoke ‘ Yes’ I croaked. ‘Yes what!’ he shouted. ‘Yes Sir?’ I said and he nodded. ‘Damn right – I became your master when you held out those hands boy’ he said looking ahead at the road and the grin on his face was getting wider.

‘Look down’ he commanded. I looked down at my boots and gasped. In the foot well was another steel bar with large steel loops at each end. I could see it was bolted to the bottom of the seat mounting. The car was stopping; the guy climbed out and walked around to my side. The locks clunked again and he pulled the door open. I was held tight by the seat belt. Not that I actually wanted to jump out. My common sense was on hold. He reached in and pulled my boots apart fitting my ankles into the loops and flipped them shut. Reaching into the glove box he pulled out a couple of padlocks and slipped them through the hasps and clicked them shut. Now the click of a padlock is, to me, a totally amazing sound; it embodies the soul of bondage. Straightening up he reached in and rubbed that bulge again. ‘Getting harder’ he commented. All I could do was nod again. He climbed back in and drove on. I experimented and found that I could not move my legs. They were held rigid about 18 inches apart. The seat belt held me back in the chair. I could move my arms around though. Not much as the wrists were rigidly clamped but a little. I could see him watching me as I wriggled and tested the extent of movement.

‘No good,’ he said ‘you’re still much too free’ and pulled over again. This time he opened the back door behind me. I turned my head straining to see what he was doing. Then I felt him grasping my left arm and saw him wrap a thick black leather strap around it, just above my elbow. He buckled it tight and again I heard the click of a padlock. He did the same with my right arm. Then I felt them both pulled back hard until my wrists were tight against my gut, the wrist bar digging into my arms as they were hauled up. I gasped and tried to wriggle and, for the first time he laughed. ‘Don’t worry’ he said chuckling ‘you’re going nowhere for a while!’. My heart pumped. What did he mean, what was going to happen? Most of all what the fuck had I got into! ‘That’s enough’ I said ’let me go now and I will get another lift. This is too much!’

He launched again and reached around the seat. I felt pressure on my mouth! I clamped my jaw tight and refused to open my mouth, shaking my head from side to side. His other hand came round and caught me by the nose, pinching it tight. I pulled my head from side to side trying to break his hold but he was too strong, much too strong. After a minute or so I had to open my mouth and gasp for air. In went a long thick rubber gag. One designed to be like a cock, about 4 inches long and an inch across. I could feel the shape of it as it slipped over my tongue pressing on the back of my throat… It had a thick strap across the front that he pulled behind my neck and I could feel him pull it tight and buckle it up. Another click from another padlock. I heard the back door slam and he climbed back in behind the wheel and pulled out onto the road. Then I realized that with the blacked out windows no one could see me – I was strapped into the seat of an unknown car with a guy I did not know with no way to move my arms, legs or body and silenced by a long gag that was tickling my gag reflex constantly.

I could turn my head and look at the guy. He was still grinning, he was reaching over and rubbing my bulging cock again and broke out into another of those deep chuckles ‘Getting harder’ he said ‘you really do get off on his; great I need a bit of fun’.

I wondered what he meant, what else he had in mind. Nothing I could do about it though. I could see him watching me in the mirror as he drove. He had repositioned it so he could look at me. He licked his lips. Then he reached over and began to pinch my left nipple. He tweaked it and squeezed, hard. I MMMrrrpphhhed round my gag and shook my head, flailing from side to side.

‘Cant be having that’ he growled. Just getting started. The car stopped again and he climbed out. I heard the back door open and there was clinking and rustling. I felt the car sag as he climbed in behind me. Suddenly I was plunged into darkness as he pulled a thick leather hood down over my head. I could see by the light coming through that there were two small holes and then they moved on down and settled under my nose. The leather tightened and I could feel the slow increase in pressure as he laced it up. Then the vibration of a zip being pulled down. Then pressure around my neck and realized that he was doing up a collar. A slight click again and it was locked on. I was in complete darkness, my mouth was clamped tight over the long rubber gag and I could feel thick padding. No sound except the harsh panting of my own breath…

This was a first for me, I had not been hooded like this before and my breathing got very fast and ragged as I began to panic. Suddenly I felt his strong arms round me from the back and just heard him say ‘You’re OK, relax’ and he stroked my body. I don’t know why but it was calming and reassuring and I did, indeed start to relax. My breathing smoothed out and my heart slowed, still pounding but not so hard anymore. I felt and heard some movement on the side of my head and it was pulled slightly to one side. The same on the other side and this time I was pulled straight with the back of my head tight on the headrest. I tried to shake my head and realized that he had strapped it tight so I could not even move my head at all! In fact I could not move anything. Legs, arms, body or head. The car moved off, I could feel the movement. It was surreal. This went on for quite some time. Every so often I felt the guy’s hand moving over my body. Following the lines of my muscles, tweaking my tits, massaging my now quite wet cock.

The movement stopped again. I waited to see what would happen. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my right tit, sharp and vicious. What the fuck! It was repeated on my left – he had put titclamps onto my nipples! The bastard, it hurt! They were digging into the ends of my nibs and it felt like fire! Slowly the level of pain dropped a bit and I could feel the car move off. Then I realized that every time we went over a bump my tits were pulled and a weight tapped against my sternum.

This time he did not stop for a long while. The exploration of my body continued as his hand moved over me continually, massaging in one place, pinching another, yanking the chain on my tits repeatedly.

He also kept massaging my cock and it got harder and harder. Somehow he seemed to know when he had gone far enough and he would stop just I was about to cum. Fucking frustrating!

The feeling was intense. Totally restrained and unable to stop him from feeling and playing with me! I still did not even know his name! He was massaging my cock again with his right hand as we went on down the road.

Then the surface changed and the car started to slide a little on the corners, this was a 4WD so it must be on a gravel track. It jerked to a halt. We had arrived, but where the fuck are we?

His door slammed shut and I felt the rush of cool air as my door was opened. I could just hear his voice ‘Don’t try to run. There’s open shafts around.’ My blood went cold. His hands moved around, undoing the straps from my head and the one holding my arms back loosened. I felt relief in my wrists where they had been pulled tight back. The seatbelt came off and suddenly I could move my feet, he had opened the ankle shackle.

He pulled me from the car, holding me up as I wobbled. I stood, arms locked in front of my body and my head sealed into the thick leather hood, unable to see anything around me. He started to pull me forwards, guiding me with a firm, strong hand on my elbow. I walked carefully forwards and felt the surface under my boots change from gravel to wood boards, the sound of our footfalls began to echo slightly.

‘Steps down’ I heard and stopped immediately. He pulled both arms together and I realized that he was in front of me backing down and I edged forward and felt the step. Slowly I reached out with my boot and felt the stairway tread and inched my way down. The steps gave slightly as I put my weight on them.

When we got to the bottom he moved around behind and continued to guide me forwards. My thighs suddenly hit something and I jerked to a stop. His boot tapped me on the inside of each ankle pushing my legs apart. I felt him wrapping both boots in straps and he pulled them a little further apart till I was stretching. Then they would not move. Locked again! His big hand pressed into the back of my shoulders and I had to bend over until my chest met a padded surface. There was a swift change and I realized that I was now held down by his big boot and his hands were pulling a thick belt tight over my waist, under my jacket, holding me down. The hex key came out and he released my wrists from the tight bar. Even pinioned as I was I breathed a sigh of relief; it had been getting fucking tough. Then he pulled my jacket off and took hold of my T shirt. With hardly an effort he ripped it off my back and threw it away.

He then pulled my right wrist out and folded my arm and I found my forearm wresting on a kind of shelf. Again I felt cold steel and turned my head to use the limited vision I had; he was padlocking my wrist down with a steel clamp! I struggled and waved my other arm around. He backhanded me, hard, right across my face. Even with the hood on it stung a lot and I was momentarily dazed. In that moment my left wrist was pushed into place and locked too.

I felt him loosen my belt and then he pulled my jeans down as far as they would go, which was not far! I felt the cold air on my butt and heard him chuckle. I was going ‘commando’ and my butt and cock were now exposed.

He began to massage my butt cheeks with his gloved hands. Then he started to slap and spank me, working slowly from side to side. At first it was pleasant, almost invigorating but then he began to spank harder. It stopped for a short while and then I jerked, clenching every muscle in my body. My jaw clamped onto the gag and I shouted through the leather of my hood. It came out as a wild MMrrrggpphh. Sharp pain ran through my butt, he had hit me with a strap. It came again and again, getting harder and harder each time. I was jerking and shouting into my gag but he just went on. The pain built and eventually I was shuddering and crying into my hood. He stopped and went back to that sensuous massage! His leather clad hands moving gently over my butt cheeks felt amazing after the painful strokes.

Again I jerked as I felt something touch my ass. It was cold and hard. It moved off but I felt the guy’s finger working its way into my tight hole. He was rubbing some lube round my ass and pushing it in. Then the cold steel plug was pushing against my ring and slowly forcing it’s way in; stretching me wider and wider. With a surge it went in and my muscle closed clamping it in. This was new to me, it had hurt a lot going in but that had stopped now and I just felt full and exited as it applied pressure to my prostate. He pulled my jeans back up after giving my cheeks another rub with his gloved hand.

The wrist clamps and the belly strap were undone and, with the help of his strong arms I was able to slowly stand upright. I felt him move behind me and then he grabbed my right wrist twisting it behind my back. One hand held it there and the other wrapped a leather strap round my wrist and I realized it was like the one he was wearing. When it was tight I heard the click of a padlock and then a ‘snap’ sound. A rope rustled as it ran through a pulley and my arm was hauled upwards. He calmly repeated the procedure with my left wrist and I ended up spread-eagled.

His strong fingers massaged my shoulders, ran down my chest and he kneaded my belly. ‘Where’s the muscles?’ he asked. ‘You will wish you had some when I have finished! Not enough padding!’

He stepped back and I felt a light tickling on my shoulder and realized it was a flogger. I Mmmrrpphhed into my hood and shook my head violently. I had been flogged a few weeks ago at a party that had got out of hand. It had fucking hurt and I did not want to be whipped again! That guy had gone to far. Then I stiffened and froze. Thinking back this was the same guy! ‘So you remember now?’ he said in my ear.

He started slowly and almost carefully, warming my shoulders and back with light strokes. This was OK. Actually quite good as the gentle sting kissed my skin. He stopped.

When he started again it was not soft. A much longer flogger and driven with much more force. He worked his way over my back from side to side as I ‘Mewed’ into my hood. This was even harder than before and I felt tears break out in my eyes. The flogger moved down and he worked on the side of my chest; first one side and then the other. The ends of the lash curled round onto my chest and stung every time. One caught my nipple and I spasmed and shook. He stopped ‘OK we will do the front properly.’ He said and moved back into my limited sight. Standing back he brought the flogger across and it impacted on the left side of my chest. The clamp on my left tit came off and I almost fainted. Then a backhand and he hit the right side. Knowing what to expect I had clamped my jaw tight but even so the pain left me shaking. He went like a machine, not slowing or changing the rhythm working his way up and down my front.

When finally my head went down he stopped and chuckled. He squatted down and I felt the restraints on my boots go loose.

I felt the ropes loosen and my arms came down, as I slumped towards the ground he gathered me up and threw me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. I was too far gone to struggle.

He set my feet to the ground and pushed me back upright, a strap went around my chest holding me up. Then he pushed my arms down beside my body. Bending over I felt my boots pulled apart again and they were locked to the side of whatever I was in. Stepping back he brought a steel bar door round and closed it in front of me with a clang. Holding it shut he reached for three padlocks from a box beside him and snapped them into hasps all the way down the door.

So here I am, standing in a tight steel cage in an old building high in the Rockies. My wrists by my side, my boots pulled to the sides and restrained, my head locked in a thick leather hood with a long gag tickling the back of my throat.  A steel plug stuck up my ass and a fire over my butt, back and chest but worst of all my tits ached like never before.

That voice again ‘Close your eyes for a moment then open them slowly’ he said. I felt his hand on the outside of the hood fiddling with something and the pressure over my head reduced. I slowly opened my eyes and realized that he had taken off a blindfold and I could now see through little pin prick holes in front of each eye. There, standing before me, next to the god, was my brother, laughing. ‘Happy Birthday!’ he shouted.

Steellock December 2015

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🧎yes Sir

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Dawson snapped a quick pic of his new work uniform and sent it to his friends. The five of them had decided to try out the new kink bar down town last night as a reward for passing their finals. Once there they had the times of their lives. Dawson couldn't keep his eyes off of the staff. All the servers were dressed fron the head down in rubber, with an exposed chastity cage hanging out of the crotch of the outfit. Dawsons friends noticed how intently Dawson was staring at the staff, so they approached the manager without Dawson knowing.

Later in the night, Dawson was approached by the tall adonis of a man, whos leather outfit and age set him apart from the tight rubber clad college boys working the bar.

"I moticed that you seam very interested in the staff," the man said, placing a strong hand on Dawson's shoulder, "you wouldn't be looking for a job would you?" The boy was at a loss for words so just nodded at the man and smiled dumbly. The manager smirked and led Dawsin into the backroom for his interview.

Once out back, the manager sat at his desk, there was no chair for Dawson so the college boy stood.

"Strip boy," the manager ordered. Dawson quickly unbuttins his shirt and slipped off his pants and shoes, putting them in a neat pile on the floor. "All of it," the man said, gesturing at Dawsons boxers and socks. Slightly embarrassed, The boy slipped off his socks and boxers so that he was stark naked. The man stood up and started to explore Dawsons body.

"Very nice," he said, "but we will have to do something about this," the man said, squeezing the boys cock making him moan from the touch. Dawson didn't need to consider fir long, once the manager offered him a job, he eagerly signed on as a "Bar Boy." Once the contract was signed, the manager set a box down on his desk, Dawsons new uniform. The man pulled out the chastity cage that all staff members must Wear 24/7 abd handed it to Dawson. The boy locked his cock in the cage and handed his new Master the key. He couldn't wait to start his first shift.

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ARMY in year 2095! (Part1)

it was january 1st in the year 2095. this was the year that a new drastic new law came into effect. the government had to make a big decision and decided that all men from the age of 18 had to report to the army. I got off the bus in front of the army base, just like all the other men who had received the call from the government to report that day. I walked into the army base and reported to the counter, where 2 stern muscular men stood in army clothing. I had to show my call letter here and it was immediately stamped and a number was put where I had to report. as instructed i walked to my number which was number 9. when i entered the room this time 3 heavily muscled men were waiting for me. at that moment i closed the door behind me, gave the form to the first man. he told me that i had to wait for orders and so i stayed where i was at that moment. suddenly there was money that i had to undress, i did this as instructed. i had put on very easy clothes so everything was off.

now i stood there naked in front of 3 enormously muscular men who were looking at me from head to toe. so says 1 of the men, as you know, the new law is effective immediately from today. the new law is as follows: from 1 january, all men aged 18 and over must report to the army, immediately. there the necessary measures will be taken and implemented to be able to defend our country well and strongly. when the man finished reciting the new law. i was taken and put in a long line with all the other men. and was told to wait in silence, until it was your turn. now i stood in the line naked with only my form in my hands, waiting until it was my turn, for further information.

everyone in line was nervous about what was coming, we only knew the basics of the new law that had been introduced. we were told nothing more. everyone knew one thing for sure. that there was no escape.

finally after a long time in line it was my turn, there were a few men with white doctor coats on, behind them all big thick syringes with blue liquid in them. the doctor I was standing in front of grabbed a thick syringe from the table behind him, squeezed some skin near my breast together with one hand and at that moment pushed the needle in and immediately injected the liquid into my body.

(Me)

it felt very painful and this disappeared immediately when all the liquid was pressed out of the syringe. then i was ordered to lie down on a bed. shortly after i lay down i felt sleepy and felt myself slowly drifting off. there must have been some kind of sleeping pill in that syringe, i thought! and at that moment i fell into a deep sleep.

i woke up and noticed that i was in another bed and had been moved to another room. i was lying here with 3 other men. and noticed that they had been awake for a while. i noticed that the other 2 men were quiet, not a word came out of their mouths. and saw them just staring in the mirror in amazement. at that moment i also tried to get out of bed, everything felt heavy and eventually i managed to get up and walk to a mirror to look at themselves in the mirror like those other men.

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at that moment, when i didn't recognize myself in the mirror. it seemed like my heart stopped beating for a moment! i tried to scream but no sound came out! just like the other 2 men.

i now saw a muscular man looking back at me in the mirror. that's strange i thought to myself. i was a little boy at 18 years old, with hardly any muscle mass a few hours ago. now i'm more muscular longer and then ……………….. then to my surprise i saw steel around my dick. i noticed at that moment that my dick was trying to get hard but felt that it wasn't going to work. and saw that it was secured with a lock. at that moment i looked to the side in amazement to see if the other 2 men had the same. and to my surprise they also had a cage around their dick.

one had a black plastic cage around his dick, and the other a complete steel cage with a kind of belt also made of steel attached to it.

to be continued.

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Now I am a slave … forever

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Michael, you are 18 now and your file of crimes is getting bigger day by day.

We agreed with the judge to keep you in full control till your 21st birthday. You will spend the time in house arrest wearing the rubber suit 24/7, the chastity cage will be removed only once per month, the collar stays on all the time and if you try to leave the house the collar will send you multiple shocks. I am sure this will change your attitude - if you fail you are going to jail

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Eric and Matthew… the two brothers who were sold in slavery

Eric was the younger one and he got used in the last year to be cuffed and controlled by his older brother Matthew, who was recruit in the army. Matthew was just one year older, but very dominant guy who was struggling with his role as a recruit and needed to show his power. As long as he was only a recruit he knew he should be just a submissive guy following orders, but controlling his brother was his secret to balance his dominant power. He was pushing also his brother to go with him to the gym every day so they both were looking strong and very muscular.

The new owner wanted to have them in rubber, collared and pierced.

Eric got easily used to his new life, as he was enjoying the restraints, the chastity cage was nothing new for him… but Matthew was struggling with this situation. The collar, the septum ring, the cuffs… this was what he loved to do to other guys, but now he was the one put under control. „How the hell this could happen to me? I can’t even touch my dick as it is locked in this small steel cage… and this collar is so humiliating…“

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The Hitcher

I am scared. I don’t scare easily but this guy has managed it.

My name is Den, I am slim but muscular, fit, brown hair – and currently locked in a cage in an old mine building somewhere in Colorado waiting, waiting for I don’t know what or who. I’m scared…

How on earth had this happened! I had to get from my university in Gunnison, Colorado back home. I was due at my brother’s home in Boulder. It’s my birthday. My 21st actually and he called me and told me that there was a last minute party for me with all my old high school friends and family and I had to get back quickly. Now I am not that fond of my family and most of my ‘friends’ at school had been anything but. I had never really fitted in and had a very different peer group now I was away from home in the high Rockies. That’s one reason I chose the University of Western Colorado – a long way from home both physically and demographically. However my brother was paying my fees. He’s a good guy and by far the best of the bunch. It was a shame though, I had planned a party back at my rooms with some good buddies from UWC. They were more like me; gay and rebellious!

My car was out, it had developed a flat tire yesterday for some reason and, try as I might, I could not get it to re-inflate. I am out of cash this month so it’s still sitting there, useless. I could just have afforded the gas to get home but a guy to fix the leak as well – no way. So I had to hitch. I walked along Highway 50 past the turning up to Crested Butte and kept looking back. Lots of cars, all speeding up as they left the town restrictions but no one was stopping for a hitcher. Partly my fault, I was wearing old bleached jeans, a black leather jacket and my high laced boots. The best way to hitch is in uniform, any uniform really; army, navy, since 9/11 a firefighter is guaranteed a lift in minutes. Dressing like me had the opposite effect!

Then I saw an old Toyota Landcruiser coming up the street. Really old. One of the first models, the one with the curved back end. Good condition though, black with blacked out side windows. It stopped and the window dropped smoothly. Now I know my cars and those old models did not have electric windows so this was obviously a rebuild. Not the kind of thing that stops when I have to hitch home!

At the wheel was a god. Now I’m not usually easily impressed but this guy! Powerfully built, a strong chest in a white T shirt that stretched over the muscles so I could see every one in detail. A tight waist circled by a thick black belt, double buckle hitching it tight at the top of a pair of thick leather jeans; his powerful thighs stretching the leather and a pair of heavy boots on his feet. His arms were like tree limbs, corded forearms ending in black gloves that gripped the wheel. What caught my attention was the leather bands strapped tight around his biceps and thick, wide leather bracers on his wrists. They were padlocked on and complete with a ‘D’ ring at the bottom. Also the tight shirt emphasized that underneath he was wearing a chest harness; you could see every strap and buckle almost better than if he had not been wearing anything at all!

My eyes were pulled to his face – a thick heavy ring through his nose and his head shaved but for a crest of hair that ran back from his forehead. A thick, wide leather collar circled his neck with D rings at each side and again this was padlocked on! My jaw dropped, I may even have licked my lips….

‘Like what you see?’ he said ‘Then get in boy’. He growled the comment in a deep, low voice that was not in the mood for discussion. Fuck, I did like what I saw. A lot.

I pulled open the door, climbed in and pulled it too behind me. Then heard a slight clunk as the locks went. The Toyota pulled away. ‘Put your seat belt on’ he said and I hastened to buckle up. As I clicked the lock I felt the belt go tight, an automatic tensioner I thought.

‘Where you headed?’ he asked in that deep growling voice and I explained my need to get to Boulder urgently. ‘I can take you where you need to be’ he said. It was an odd way to say it. Not really explicit. But I was not really listening at that point. I looked around me and immediately saw something that made me stop breathing. Hanging from the rear view mirror was a thick steel restraint. I licked my lips; they were suddenly very dry. He was smiling. ‘You still like what you see?’ he asked again and I nodded my head, not really feeling safe to speak; it might have come out as a squeak.

I love guys, I love leather and over the last couple of years I have come to love being tied up and restrained and meeting guys like me for fun and sex. There are more of us than you might think, even in the wilds of Colorado. Or perhaps especially in the wilds of Colorado!

The car pulled over and he reached for the steel bar. ‘It’s a long way, you want to get comfortable?’ he asked grinning. I nodded again. They were not ordinary cuffs. This was a short flat steel bar with loops on each end for a wrist. He pulled out a small hex key and undid the fastening, the ends hinged out. He held it out in front of me. ‘One wrist in each side’ he said. I hesitated. ‘NOW’ he barked and my hands leaped forwards resting my wrists in the cups on each end. He quickly folded the sides together wrapping the steel around my arms and slipped in the key, locking it tight.

My cock went hard. My arms were held in front of me, parallel and with my wrists about 6 inches apart held tight by a flat steel bar. What the fuck had I done! He grinned again and let out the clutch moving out back onto the road. He reached over and rubbed the large bump in my jeans. ‘Feels good huh?’ he asked. Again I nodded, still not feeling able to say anything…

‘You like steel?’ he asked ‘The feel of the rigid unforgiving metal holding you so you cant move?’ He must have thought me an idiot, as all I could do was nod again. I licked my lips and finally spoke ‘ Yes’ I croaked. ‘Yes what!’ he shouted. ‘Yes Sir?’ I said and he nodded. ‘Damn right – I became your master when you held out those hands boy’ he said looking ahead at the road and the grin on his face was getting wider.

‘Look down’ he commanded. I looked down at my boots and gasped. In the foot well was another steel bar with large steel loops at each end. I could see it was bolted to the bottom of the seat mounting. The car was stopping; the guy climbed out and walked around to my side. The locks clunked again and he pulled the door open. I was held tight by the seat belt. Not that I actually wanted to jump out. My common sense was on hold. He reached in and pulled my boots apart fitting my ankles into the loops and flipped them shut. Reaching into the glove box he pulled out a couple of padlocks and slipped them through the hasps and clicked them shut. Now the click of a padlock is, to me, a totally amazing sound; it embodies the soul of bondage. Straightening up he reached in and rubbed that bulge again. ‘Getting harder’ he commented. All I could do was nod again. He climbed back in and drove on. I experimented and found that I could not move my legs. They were held rigid about 18 inches apart. The seat belt held me back in the chair. I could move my arms around though. Not much as the wrists were rigidly clamped but a little. I could see him watching me as I wriggled and tested the extent of movement.

‘No good,’ he said ‘you’re still much too free’ and pulled over again. This time he opened the back door behind me. I turned my head straining to see what he was doing. Then I felt him grasping my left arm and saw him wrap a thick black leather strap around it, just above my elbow. He buckled it tight and again I heard the click of a padlock. He did the same with my right arm. Then I felt them both pulled back hard until my wrists were tight against my gut, the wrist bar digging into my arms as they were hauled up. I gasped and tried to wriggle and, for the first time he laughed. ‘Don’t worry’ he said chuckling ‘you’re going nowhere for a while!’. My heart pumped. What did he mean, what was going to happen? Most of all what the fuck had I got into! ‘That’s enough’ I said ’let me go now and I will get another lift. This is too much!’

He launched again and reached around the seat. I felt pressure on my mouth! I clamped my jaw tight and refused to open my mouth, shaking my head from side to side. His other hand came round and caught me by the nose, pinching it tight. I pulled my head from side to side trying to break his hold but he was too strong, much too strong. After a minute or so I had to open my mouth and gasp for air. In went a long thick rubber gag. One designed to be like a cock, about 4 inches long and an inch across. I could feel the shape of it as it slipped over my tongue pressing on the back of my throat… It had a thick strap across the front that he pulled behind my neck and I could feel him pull it tight and buckle it up. Another click from another padlock. I heard the back door slam and he climbed back in behind the wheel and pulled out onto the road. Then I realized that with the blacked out windows no one could see me – I was strapped into the seat of an unknown car with a guy I did not know with no way to move my arms, legs or body and silenced by a long gag that was tickling my gag reflex constantly.

I could turn my head and look at the guy. He was still grinning, he was reaching over and rubbing my bulging cock again and broke out into another of those deep chuckles ‘Getting harder’ he said ‘you really do get off on his; great I need a bit of fun’.

I wondered what he meant, what else he had in mind. Nothing I could do about it though. I could see him watching me in the mirror as he drove. He had repositioned it so he could look at me. He licked his lips. Then he reached over and began to pinch my left nipple. He tweaked it and squeezed, hard. I MMMrrrpphhhed round my gag and shook my head, flailing from side to side.

‘Cant be having that’ he growled. Just getting started. The car stopped again and he climbed out. I heard the back door open and there was clinking and rustling. I felt the car sag as he climbed in behind me. Suddenly I was plunged into darkness as he pulled a thick leather hood down over my head. I could see by the light coming through that there were two small holes and then they moved on down and settled under my nose. The leather tightened and I could feel the slow increase in pressure as he laced it up. Then the vibration of a zip being pulled down. Then pressure around my neck and realized that he was doing up a collar. A slight click again and it was locked on. I was in complete darkness, my mouth was clamped tight over the long rubber gag and I could feel thick padding. No sound except the harsh panting of my own breath…

This was a first for me, I had not been hooded like this before and my breathing got very fast and ragged as I began to panic. Suddenly I felt his strong arms round me from the back and just heard him say ‘You’re OK, relax’ and he stroked my body. I don’t know why but it was calming and reassuring and I did, indeed start to relax. My breathing smoothed out and my heart slowed, still pounding but not so hard anymore. I felt and heard some movement on the side of my head and it was pulled slightly to one side. The same on the other side and this time I was pulled straight with the back of my head tight on the headrest. I tried to shake my head and realized that he had strapped it tight so I could not even move my head at all! In fact I could not move anything. Legs, arms, body or head. The car moved off, I could feel the movement. It was surreal. This went on for quite some time. Every so often I felt the guy’s hand moving over my body. Following the lines of my muscles, tweaking my tits, massaging my now quite wet cock.

The movement stopped again. I waited to see what would happen. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my right tit, sharp and vicious. What the fuck! It was repeated on my left – he had put titclamps onto my nipples! The bastard, it hurt! They were digging into the ends of my nibs and it felt like fire! Slowly the level of pain dropped a bit and I could feel the car move off. Then I realized that every time we went over a bump my tits were pulled and a weight tapped against my sternum.

This time he did not stop for a long while. The exploration of my body continued as his hand moved over me continually, massaging in one place, pinching another, yanking the chain on my tits repeatedly.

He also kept massaging my cock and it got harder and harder. Somehow he seemed to know when he had gone far enough and he would stop just I was about to cum. Fucking frustrating!

The feeling was intense. Totally restrained and unable to stop him from feeling and playing with me! I still did not even know his name! He was massaging my cock again with his right hand as we went on down the road.

Then the surface changed and the car started to slide a little on the corners, this was a 4WD so it must be on a gravel track. It jerked to a halt. We had arrived, but where the fuck are we?

His door slammed shut and I felt the rush of cool air as my door was opened. I could just hear his voice ‘Don’t try to run. There’s open shafts around.’ My blood went cold. His hands moved around, undoing the straps from my head and the one holding my arms back loosened. I felt relief in my wrists where they had been pulled tight back. The seatbelt came off and suddenly I could move my feet, he had opened the ankle shackle.

He pulled me from the car, holding me up as I wobbled. I stood, arms locked in front of my body and my head sealed into the thick leather hood, unable to see anything around me. He started to pull me forwards, guiding me with a firm, strong hand on my elbow. I walked carefully forwards and felt the surface under my boots change from gravel to wood boards, the sound of our footfalls began to echo slightly.

‘Steps down’ I heard and stopped immediately. He pulled both arms together and I realized that he was in front of me backing down and I edged forward and felt the step. Slowly I reached out with my boot and felt the stairway tread and inched my way down. The steps gave slightly as I put my weight on them.

When we got to the bottom he moved around behind and continued to guide me forwards. My thighs suddenly hit something and I jerked to a stop. His boot tapped me on the inside of each ankle pushing my legs apart. I felt him wrapping both boots in straps and he pulled them a little further apart till I was stretching. Then they would not move. Locked again! His big hand pressed into the back of my shoulders and I had to bend over until my chest met a padded surface. There was a swift change and I realized that I was now held down by his big boot and his hands were pulling a thick belt tight over my waist, under my jacket, holding me down. The hex key came out and he released my wrists from the tight bar. Even pinioned as I was I breathed a sigh of relief; it had been getting fucking tough. Then he pulled my jacket off and took hold of my T shirt. With hardly an effort he ripped it off my back and threw it away.

He then pulled my right wrist out and folded my arm and I found my forearm wresting on a kind of shelf. Again I felt cold steel and turned my head to use the limited vision I had; he was padlocking my wrist down with a steel clamp! I struggled and waved my other arm around. He backhanded me, hard, right across my face. Even with the hood on it stung a lot and I was momentarily dazed. In that moment my left wrist was pushed into place and locked too.

I felt him loosen my belt and then he pulled my jeans down as far as they would go, which was not far! I felt the cold air on my butt and heard him chuckle. I was going ‘commando’ and my butt and cock were now exposed.

He began to massage my butt cheeks with his gloved hands. Then he started to slap and spank me, working slowly from side to side. At first it was pleasant, almost invigorating but then he began to spank harder. It stopped for a short while and then I jerked, clenching every muscle in my body. My jaw clamped onto the gag and I shouted through the leather of my hood. It came out as a wild MMrrrggpphh. Sharp pain ran through my butt, he had hit me with a strap. It came again and again, getting harder and harder each time. I was jerking and shouting into my gag but he just went on. The pain built and eventually I was shuddering and crying into my hood. He stopped and went back to that sensuous massage! His leather clad hands moving gently over my butt cheeks felt amazing after the painful strokes.

Again I jerked as I felt something touch my ass. It was cold and hard. It moved off but I felt the guy’s finger working its way into my tight hole. He was rubbing some lube round my ass and pushing it in. Then the cold steel plug was pushing against my ring and slowly forcing it’s way in; stretching me wider and wider. With a surge it went in and my muscle closed clamping it in. This was new to me, it had hurt a lot going in but that had stopped now and I just felt full and exited as it applied pressure to my prostate. He pulled my jeans back up after giving my cheeks another rub with his gloved hand.

The wrist clamps and the belly strap were undone and, with the help of his strong arms I was able to slowly stand upright. I felt him move behind me and then he grabbed my right wrist twisting it behind my back. One hand held it there and the other wrapped a leather strap round my wrist and I realized it was like the one he was wearing. When it was tight I heard the click of a padlock and then a ‘snap’ sound. A rope rustled as it ran through a pulley and my arm was hauled upwards. He calmly repeated the procedure with my left wrist and I ended up spread-eagled.

His strong fingers massaged my shoulders, ran down my chest and he kneaded my belly. ‘Where’s the muscles?’ he asked. ‘You will wish you had some when I have finished! Not enough padding!’

He stepped back and I felt a light tickling on my shoulder and realized it was a flogger. I Mmmrrpphhed into my hood and shook my head violently. I had been flogged a few weeks ago at a party that had got out of hand. It had fucking hurt and I did not want to be whipped again! That guy had gone to far. Then I stiffened and froze. Thinking back this was the same guy! ‘So you remember now?’ he said in my ear.

He started slowly and almost carefully, warming my shoulders and back with light strokes. This was OK. Actually quite good as the gentle sting kissed my skin. He stopped.

When he started again it was not soft. A much longer flogger and driven with much more force. He worked his way over my back from side to side as I ‘Mewed’ into my hood. This was even harder than before and I felt tears break out in my eyes. The flogger moved down and he worked on the side of my chest; first one side and then the other. The ends of the lash curled round onto my chest and stung every time. One caught my nipple and I spasmed and shook. He stopped ‘OK we will do the front properly.’ He said and moved back into my limited sight. Standing back he brought the flogger across and it impacted on the left side of my chest. The clamp on my left tit came off and I almost fainted. Then a backhand and he hit the right side. Knowing what to expect I had clamped my jaw tight but even so the pain left me shaking. He went like a machine, not slowing or changing the rhythm working his way up and down my front.

When finally my head went down he stopped and chuckled. He squatted down and I felt the restraints on my boots go loose.

I felt the ropes loosen and my arms came down, as I slumped towards the ground he gathered me up and threw me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. I was too far gone to struggle.

He set my feet to the ground and pushed me back upright, a strap went around my chest holding me up. Then he pushed my arms down beside my body. Bending over I felt my boots pulled apart again and they were locked to the side of whatever I was in. Stepping back he brought a steel bar door round and closed it in front of me with a clang. Holding it shut he reached for three padlocks from a box beside him and snapped them into hasps all the way down the door.

So here I am, standing in a tight steel cage in an old building high in the Rockies. My wrists by my side, my boots pulled to the sides and restrained, my head locked in a thick leather hood with a long gag tickling the back of my throat.  A steel plug stuck up my ass and a fire over my butt, back and chest but worst of all my tits ached like never before.

That voice again ‘Close your eyes for a moment then open them slowly’ he said. I felt his hand on the outside of the hood fiddling with something and the pressure over my head reduced. I slowly opened my eyes and realized that he had taken off a blindfold and I could now see through little pin prick holes in front of each eye. There, standing before me, next to the god, was my brother, laughing. ‘Happy Birthday!’ he shouted.

Steellock December 2015

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