The Steelworker 5

Author: Farmerslave
Title: The Steelworker 5
Date: 03 October 2016

I am not sure how long I was left in the pit, but it felt like an eternity. My wrists hurt from the hogtie, and my collar kept zapping me in varied cycles. The same thought kept on filling my mind, WHAT THE FUCK HAD I DONE? Why did I let it go this far? Why did I let him? Why did i not just freeze him out, god knows i had done that to so many other decent guys. Had i just used my head, i could have woken up beside the hot military guy from the club. Now i was hogtied, on the floor of af filthy mechanics pit, and i had no idea where.

I heard a rumble above, and light streamed into the pit, i grunted into the gag to let myself heard. He came down the ladder slowly, his steps sounded heavy, i looked up at him and saw his big safety workboots, he was wearing a black pair of overalls and a white t-shirt. He kneeled in front of me, and grabbed hold of my head, and looked straight into my eyes. Are you ready to behave? His voice wasn't nice, it wasn't warm, it was cold and businesslike. I just wanted to be released, so I nodded. Good he said, and unzipped his fly, i shook my head and grunted no, no. He slapped me across the face, i cried out. STOP IT! he shouted. I will give you a choice, either suck my cock, be grateful, and do as you are told. Or keep fighting me, or I will make you regret that you were ever born. His voice was cold as ice. Just to prove his point he slapped me again and i couldn't do a thing with my hands tied to my boots on my back. He lifted my head up and positioned himself, and i started sucking him, his hands was on bot sides of my head, and he fucked my mouth hard. His long dick slid deep into my throat, so my gag-reflex kicked in. He kept on going, i screamed a little, i felt like i was being strangled, i tried to pull my hands free, but they were kept in place. I felt my eyes fill with tears, but nothing changed, his dick kept thrusting into my throat. He went on and on and on, but suddenly i felt it, i gagged and i actually threw up a little. Alan pulled out and, and let me regain control, and then he started up again, i felt his cock swell and he pressed it all in and held me in a firm grip, while he shot his load directly down my throat. You need to get better, he said. Then he zipped his fly and stood up. He released my hands, and made me stand, i was very unsteady. He pushed me up agains the side of the pit and locked my wrist irons to a to feet chain. Follow me he said, he went up the stairs, i followed, tripped due to my ankle chains, i am not used to be restrained. Out of the pit, he pointed to an old manure spreader. That needs to be fixed. He pointed to a pallet with new parts and a cart of tools. I looked at him, I dont work for him, why the fuck should i crawl into that disgusting thing, and start fixing it for free? He slapped my face again, i tried to shield myself, but the chain that connected my wrist irons to my ankle chains didn't allow me to lift my hands that high. Ge to work, i shook my head and shouted no into my gag. He grabbed a long whip from a workbench, it looked like the one used in the Indiana Jones movies, NO NO I shouted, i heard the whip whistle though the air, and i cracked across my shoulder. The pain exploded, i screamed into my gag, not that it made much noise. I heard the whip again, and felt it crack across my back. I fell to my knees, and instantly started to beg him to stop, i even heard myself grunt please sir. He stopped and came to me. Are you going to behave? I nodded. Good he said. Get to work! I got on my feet, and started working on the spreader. It was filthy, and most of the bolts was old and rusty. It was hard work, and i am not a mechanic. I am a welder. So it took a lot of strength. Afterwards he pointed to the hydraulics system and i was to change some lines. After couple of hours i was all coveres in mud, manure and hydraulic oil.

Alan kept me working all day, i was tired and, my muscles were sore. I am not used to work this way. The sun was setting when Alan shouted get over here. I did as ordered, and hoped he would release me now. He was standing in the middle of the garage. He locked a couple of chains hanging from the ceiling to my wrist irons.Then he removed the small chain between them. I suddenly understood what he was doing. I panicked and tried to fight him of, but he clicked a remote and i felt my arms being hoisted into the air. I started begging him to let me go, but all that one could hear was a lot of grunting. He kept the winch going until my arms was in the air, and i was on my toes. Then he removed the chain between my feet, and fastened my leg irons to two bolts in the floor. I was standing in a X, Alan pressed the remote, so i was spread to the max, and I could barely wiggle. I kept begging. Silence he barked. He came close to me, and looked me directly in the eyes. You are going to learn a very important lesson tonight. I do not tolerate disobedience, and i am going to punish you for your disobedience today. Do you understand? I nodded. Good he said. Maybe I should bring you up to date on your situation. Because you dont seem to get it, you are mine! You are my slave from now on, you won't be leaving here. I started grunting in my gag. He slapped my face. I am talking. I put 5,000 dollars worth of heroin in your apartment, apparently that is a great violation of your parole, so if you leave here you will be thrown in prison. You are as the world concerns a fugitive. You no longer have a job, you no longer have a life. I could in fact kill you and no one would know nor care. I panicked and pulled my chains and screamed into my gag. Alan smiled at me, yes get it all out boy. I hope you are going to love your new life. Because there is no way out, and even if there were, there is nothing to go back to. Nothing. He smiled the most evil smile i had ever seen. He had ruined me, was i going to be living as a slave for the rest of my life? would i ever be free again? Now to your punishment he said, he grabbed a knife from af workbench, i panicked again and started struggling agains my chains. I screamed in my gag, but all he did was cut open the bottom of my coverall. Now we have a little more room, he said and fondled my plug, i felt my dick harden. Did this really turn me on? He started fucking me with the plug, i moaned and begged him to keep doing it. He pulled out the plug, and i was a bit frustrated, i wanted him to do me. He walked away and came back with a slightly bigger plug, and some lube. He looked at me, while he put on some thick rubber gloves. He lubed the plug generously, and walked behind me. Enjoy he said, he pushed the plug deep into me and started pulling it back. Thats when i felt it, it might as well have been red glowing metal. I was on fire, the plug was burning me from the inside. I screamed, and thrashed in my chains. The pain was remarkable, and somehow, it kept on burning, like the plug didn't cool down. I kept screaming. He kept fucking me with the plug. My dick wasn't hard anymore, i was in too much pain. I thought i was about to die. He pressed the plug into me and left it there. I kept screaming and pulling my chains, i wanted to make it stop. He smiled at me, thats the feeling, of lube mixed with blended hot chilies. I would have smeared your dick with it, but you seem to have gotten the message. I nodded and begged and screamed. But all he did was smile, and find long whip. I think 75 strokes will make you more obedient. Dont you think?

He went behind me, and i felt the first whiplash, it wasn't as bad, as i would have imagined, but then i again, i was being burned from the inside.