2004-12-15 - lthr_jock - Hitchhiker - Part 2

Author: lthr_jock
Title: The Hitchhiker - Part 2
Date: 15 December 2004

Hitchhiker - Part 2

Jack chuckled as he looked at the helpless guy standing before him. His plan this evening had been to turn someone over, steal their money and car but as soon as he'd got into Andy's van he'd formulated a better plan - one which ended up with this big guy on his knees. So far, everything was going well - Jack had got control of the big man, got some money and robbed three places to get cash and the leathers Andy was now wearing. Add to that the gear that Jack already had in his army bag and the party that he was heading to, and he was sure the evening would go well.

Jack pulled the bag open and began to strip down. Removing his jeans, t-shirt and trainers he stood in front of his hooded slave. He could see Andy moving his head around, trying to hear what was going on. Jack stood still, the only sounds being the creak of Andy's leathers and the clank of the shackles. Jack grinned - all sounds he liked. Stepping forward, he ran his hands under Andy's leather jacket and began rubbing and caressing Andy's chest. A muffled moan came out of Andy's gagged mouth as his nipples sprang erect at the attention, his leather covered cock rock hard and crying out for attention. Jack leaned in and nibbled at Andy's tits, keeping his new muscle-slave hard and wanting more.

Jack pulled off his jock and began to dress in items he took out of his kit bag. Firstly, on went a studded rubber jockstrap, followed by rubber chaps. Then a rubber chest harness and a rubber bike jacket. Finally, DMs completed his wardrobe. Jack grinned - he knew his get up was clichéd, but he was betting Andy would drool when he saw it.

Stepping back to his slave, he clipped a heavy chain leash to the front of its collar, and then jerked it sharply. Andy stumbled forward and Jack led him out of the van and into the backyard of a 2-story building. As they approached the building, Jack could hear the familiar muffled bass thump of music. The backyard was filled with cars and bikes. Jack could see at least 15 bikes - always good as it meant there would be a lot of action inside. He didn't know if Andy was gay or not, but this evening would be an induction if he wasn't.

Andy just felt totally helpless. He'd played some bondage games, but never with someone he didn't know. The situation terrified him, but at the same time his cock was hard and he could feel its constant pressure inside the tight leather jeans. His mouth was gagged with rubber, his nose filled with the mingled smells of rubber and leather. He staggered forward, hands cuffed behind him, blindfolded by the eyeless hoods, barely able to hear the bass rumble as they moved inside the building. Suddenly he became aware of hands touching him, groping his arse, rubbing his already leaking cock, tweaking his tits, rubbing his hooded head. Against his own wishes he began to react, pushing back against the touches, encouraging them to knead harder, rubbing his head against the hands caressing him. His cock started leaking a steady trickle down his leg, as his fantasies took over.

Jack chuckled as he watched his reluctant slave react to the other men. The reaction in the club had been just what he expected and he watched the semi-naked, rubber and leather clad men teasing his new toy. Jerking on the leash he pulled his slave through the crowded room and downstairs. Here the noise was quieter and Jack led Andy into a dungeon. Leading Andy into the centre of the room, Jack secured his ankle shackles to chains in the floor and his collar to a chain hanging from the ceiling.

'Ok, friend,' he whispered, 'you did well up there. I'm off for a couple of beers. You just stay here.'

Andy whimpered into the gag and tried to move, finding that he couldn't without risking over-balancing and hanging from the collar. Forced to stand still, he tried to yell to Jack. Jack laughed and moved away, not leaving, just watching the helpless slave. Andy craned his head to and from, trying to hear anything through the muffling hoods but all he could detect was the muted bass beat from upstairs. He tried to move, to be brought up short by the shackles and the chain connected to his collar. He sweated hard as he thought of what would happen if he slipped and was left hanging by the collar. Terrified, but aroused, he whimpered into the gag and hoped his abductor would soon return.

Jack watched for about 15 minutes. He could see the slave getting more and more frightened - but at the same time his cock just would not go down. Jack grinned - now the slave was ready.

He walked back over to Andy and rubbed his hands over Andy's hooded head. Andy jumped then groaned with relief, moving his own head to feel Jacks touch as much as possible. Jack reached down and massaged Andy's cock through the leather of the jeans. To his delight, it reacted instantly mounding harder under his hand.

'Good boy' he whispered.

Slowly he undid the collar and then unlaced the leather hood and pulled it off. Undoing the snaps on the rubber gag he pulled it out of Andy's mouth, leaving a string of drool behind it. Andy gasped and shuddered as he took it great gulps of air.

'So, mate, you having fun yet?'

'Are you fucking crazy? Of course I'm not.'

Jack slapped Andy around the head 'Don't lie to me, mate'. He moved his hand down to Andy's engorged cock. 'This is telling me the truth isn't it? Now...are you having fun yet?'

Andy sighed deeply and bowed his head 'Yes.'

Jack grinned and lightly punched Andy's chest 'See, didn't I tell you we'd have fun, mate?' Andy nodded and Jacks grin widened. 'Damn, I knew we'd be good friends, mate! So, here's the plan for the rest of the evening. You co-operate with me 100% and if you do, you can go - if you want to! Deal?' Andy nodded.

'So, if I uncuff you, you won't try to escape?'

Andy shook his head. 'Great. Though I will keep a bit of insurance, mate'. Jack pulled off Andy's hood and while Andy was still blinking at the light, locked a steel collar around his neck. He then locked the collar to the hanging chain, unzipped Andy's jeans and pulled his engorged cock out. Giving it a few jerks of his hand, Andy's cock soon started to drip with pre-cum. By now, Andy's vision had cleared and he got his first view of Jack in his rubber gear - his cock leaped fully erect, pre-cum streaming from it like a tap.

Jack grinned 'Perfect, mate', pulled out a digital camera and took several photos of Andy. He then took the camera upstairs and returned. 'Just in case you piss me off. But you won't do that, mate, will you - we're best friends.' He grabbed Andy by the back of the head and pulled him down for a deep snog, which Andy returned - tentatively at first but then with real passion. 'So - full co-operation, buddy?' Andy nodded. 'Good - we're going to have fun, mate.'

Jack went upstairs and returned after a few minutes with an armful of equipment. Carefully he laid it out behind Andy, so that Andy could see nothing - just hear the clank of chains and the squeak of rubber.

'Ok, buddy, first things first, let's tidy you up a bit.'

From behind Andy came a buzzing noise and he felt the familiar touch of a set of electric clippers running over his head. While short, the clippers were clearly taking it much shorter than he was used to. Then Jack started rubbing shaving foam over Andy's head and deftly he shaved him bald. Moving around to the front he grinned 'Not finished yet, buddy', then removed Andy's eyebrows and goatee.

'Much better' was his analysis.