The steelworker 3

Author: Farmerslave
Title: The steelworker 3
Date: 10 March 2016

The dust behind his car settled, and the birds in the woods sang, actually it was a beautiful day. I made one step I felt the plug move inside me, god damn it. I walked, probably a little funny, into the forest. I unbuttoned my overalls and pulled them down to have a look at that belt. Maybe I could pry it apart. It was made from solid stainless steel, and the l prostate locks was built in. I grabbed hold of it, but I did not budge. Fucking bastard, I thought to myself. I pulled up my overalls and buttoned them. There was no way out of this except to start walking. The feeling was crazy, I was so turned on, and my cock strained against its metal tube, and it hurt. Every step made the dildo move around and stimulate my prostate. My work boots were the safety kind and was both heavy and extremely stiff, truly NOT meant for walking. After a couple of hours my body was hurting everywhere. The back of my neck was burning from the sun, my ass felt like it was being torn apart, my cock was sore and fighting to get erect inside its bent tube, my feet was so dead, and my ankles were tired from trying to ease the pain in my feet. I knew I still had 12 miles or so to go, so I was rather desperate. I sat down at the side of the road for a break. I felt the dildo get pressed a little deeper into my ass, but I did not care I just could not stand on my feet. I must have sat there for maybe ten minutes or so, when a truck drove by, I looked up after it. IT SLOWED DOWN. It came to a full stop a couple of hundred feet from me. I quickly got back on my feet, and started running toward it, which basically made the dildo fuck my sorry ass, quickly and merciless. The driver in the truck, rolled down the window in the passenger side. Hey mate, are you OK? Actually no I said, what should I say? A guy just left me here with a dildo up my ass? No that would probably not get me a ride. So I heard myself say, I got into an argument with my girlfriend, and she ditched me here. The trucker laughed, well aren't you a lucky guy. Hop in I’ll give you a ride. I got into the cab and the trucker drove off. How lucky could I be? So what’s her name? The trucker asked. Before I even had time to think I answered who? The trucker looked at me, your girlfriend? The girl who ditched you here in the middle of nowhere. Ah I said Allison. The trucker nodded. You do not look like a ladies’ man he said. I made a laughter, how do you mean? He flicked my earlobe with my rhinestone earring. It hurt a little and I felt like I was forced out of the closet. It’s okay he said, just a little funny you didn't say your boyfriend kicked you out of the car instead of lying about a girl. Sorry I said, I just really wanted a ride. Well then I suggest you get your mouth over here, and pay for the ride. Are you serious? I asked. Are you above that? Because if you are I could pull over. I would rather chew off my leg, than walk home. So I just smiled, no I am just afraid you can't keep the truck on the road if I blow you. He opened his fly with one hand, and leaned back. I got on my knees and leaned over, and took the tip of his cock in my mouth, I started teasing him a little but before I realized it he pushed my head down, and the cock slipped all the way to the back of my mouth, and into my throat. I coughed and gagged, but he held my head in place. I gave it my best, to stop the gagging. I sucked and licked and made all my best tricks, and soon I could feel he was going to shoot is load, so I stopped. What the fuck are you doing slut he said, I said nothing, just made sure I did not touch his cock. I counted to 20 and started sucking again. Damn it slut he said. I kept him on the edge, for five times before I let him shoot his load. It was thick warm and salty, and I swallowed it. I pulled of and got back in my seat. He was still breathing heavy; you really are a gay slut. God Damn you are a great cocksucker. Thanks I said and leaned back. I looked out the window, we were getting close to my apartment. I felt him fondling my groin. I almost jumped. He noticed the chastity. You are a little pervert aren't you. No it’s a joke my boyfriend made on my account. The trucker laughed. Well I am going to drop you off here because I am going on the interstate. I thanked him for the ride, and got out of the truck I only had a quarter mile to walk before I was home. I grabbed my wallet and phone in the letterbox and quickly ran up the stairs, I went directly to the bathroom stripped naked, and looked through my wallet for the key. I put the key in the lock and heard the click I felt the belt loosen and the plug sliding out of me. I removed the chastity and threw the belt into the shower. I stepped in as well and turned on the water. It felt good to let the warm water wash away the feeling of this day. I stepped out wrapped a towel around my waist, and sat down on the couch. I laid down and I quickly asleep.

I woke up several hours later, my phone was buzzing. The number was anonymous, so I just answered it. Hello boy, good to hear your voice. What do you want? I asked. Hey be polite he said. I enjoyed last night very much, and so did you. I was just about to tell him I hated it, but my cock was stiff as a board. So I just said okay. I bet your slave dick is begging to get abused. And all you want right now is to be taken by your master. It sure did sound mental but I felt my body start to shiver. I was getting really turned on. Are you wearing the belt? No I said. Disappointing he said. Be a good boy and behave until I call you again. I looked at my phone, this was surreal I went back into the bathroom and grabbed hold of my cock and started beating off. After a few strokes I shot my load, and I felt how I kept pumping out sperm. God damn it was hot.

The following days were quite boring, I worked, went to the gym, shopped, and the craziest thing I did was to put chocolate milk on my cereal. But then Wednesday I came home, and I noticed a huge cardboard box standing on the living room floor. I walked to it, it had a note on top. Slave, inside this box, is some new toys I got for you to wear this weekend. I quickly felt my body start to shiver and my cock growing. I opened the box, and saw another note. Before you do anything else, go take a shower and clean out your ass. I did as told and went into the shower, I cleaned out my ass, and I washed my hair. Then I went back to the living room, and took out another note. Lube the plug and chastity and put it on. I took out the belt I wore last time, and I lubed it up and mounted it on myself. I heard the lock click, and the sound made it feel so final. I looked at my hands, they were shaking. The next note just said put on the suit, I looked in the box, and took out a full body latex suit with attached feet but no gloves. I put my feet inside and pulled the suit up. It was very tight and hard to get on, and smooth out the wrinkles made me quite hot and sweaty. I zipped the suit up and moved on to the next note. Put on the manacles. In the box I found a very heavy set of steel manacles, they were the kind that were made to measure, and they fit perfectly around my wrists. Last item was a collar, this one was also made to measure, and it had a small box in the back. I went to the mirror and almost came in my chastity belt from the sight of myself. But with shaking hands I placed the collar around my neck, it fit perfectly and I pressed it shut. It was tight around my neck. and I heard the click of the lock. I suddenly realized I was locked into this outfit. So I went to the box to find the keys, but there was not anything there. Fear rushed in over me, what the fuck had I done? I looked around and grabbed my phone, I had an unread text. You are probably wondering about the keys, if you want them you will go into your kitchen and drink the content in the little bottle in your fridge. I went into the kitchen and found the bottle. What the fuck had I gotten myself into. I swallowed the liquid, it tasted somewhat metallic. I waited perhaps fifteen minutes, then my head started to turn, my balance failed and I fell to the floor. I tried crying out for help, but my voice did not work. Somehow everything went dark.

I woke up in my living room, I was standing in the middle of the room, I looked up. The guy was sitting on my couch, and my arms hurt, I looked at them, the manacles on my wrists was padlocked to chains hanging from the beams in the ceiling. I pulled at them but I was held in place. I tried speaking but I realized my head was in some kind of harness, that kept a gag secured in my mouth. So speaking was not an option. Good you are awake. I looked at him. His eyes met mine, here is the deal what you are in now, is what you will be wearing for the next couple of days. The belt can be taken off with this key, and I will leave it here for you. But 10 minutes after it is removed it must be put back on, or else your collar will give you an electric jolt, which will increase in strength until the belt is put back into place. I protested but no good came from that. I picked up your coverall from work, it is good that you are a welder because the high collar on your welders’ coverall covers this collar. So you will change for work here at home. By the way, the collar is also noise activated, so shout and you will be punished. I will call you on Friday - then I will have a surprise for you. Then he unlocked one of the padlocks holding my wrists in place and dropped the key on the floor. Free yourself he said and walked away. I had a hard time reaching the key, but I managed. I freed myself and ran to the stairwell but he was already gone. I went back to the living room and removed the head harness and the gag. Fuck what the fuck had I done.

The next day I got up, removed the belt and went to the bathroom after the 10 minutes I felt a tingling in my neck, I quickly locked myself back into the belt. Then I put on my coverall zipped it up and looked in the mirror. The high collar did hide the shock collar. So I went to work, no one seemed to notice my slave equipment, but I felt like I was naked and everybody could see it. Working with it wasn't easy every dropped piece of metal, made the collar shock me, every time I bent over, made a step, sat down on my stool, the plug fucked my ass silently. Normally I am a loud guy, but the collar made sure I kept my voice down, and that my coworkers noticed. But I made it through the day

Friday went the same way, I was so used when I got off work, my ass, my neck, my wrists everything was sore. But the guy had promised me a surprise, he would of course release me from my private hell. I walked out into the parking lot, and in the far end I saw his van. I walked over, he said there is my favorite little work slave, lovely grubby and oily. He opened the side door facing away from the factory. I stepped inside and he fastened my manacles to the top right and left corner of the cab. Leaving me rather helpless he sat down on my thighs and reached into a box, he pulled out a head harness, with the gag. I said no and shook my head, and I wiggled but I was held firmly in place. I kept my mouth shut, he smiled at me and leaned in like he was going to kiss me, and then he screamed from the top of his lungs, and the collar zapped me so hard that I cried out, giving him just the opportunity to force the gag into my mouth. I tried to spit it out and shake it off but he was good, and he secured it tightly behind my head. Good boy he said and opened the side door and stepped out to jump in to the driver’s cab.

We drove for an hour perhaps, he opened the side door and slabbed ankle chains on me, the chain between my ankles was may be 1,5 ft. so running away was not an option. He freed my hands from the van, and I followed him out of the van. He had parked in some kind of alley just by a backdoor. He looked at me, do I need to tie your hands boy? I shook my head, good boy. He put a leash on my collar and led me inside the dark building. I looked like some kind of club. He led me to the center of the room, another guy came dressed in all leather he had some kind of harness with him, oh yes Alan that is some boy you have found. Yes, he is a diamond in the rough the guy who apparently was named Alan said. They started putting the harness on me, the harness went from my groin, over my shoulders, with a few straps across my chest. On your knees boy, I dropped to my knees and the leather guy fastened chains hanging from the ceiling to the harness, and to my wrists and to the chain between my ankles. The leather guy then hit a remote and I was lifted into the air. The harness kept me hanging, the chain to my ankle chains kept my knees bent and feet pulled up behind me, and my wrists pulled almost directly backwards. Alan found a ladder and climbed up and looked me in the eyes. Welcome to The Boiler-room a male fetish club. You are the entertainment tonight. But you might get thirsty so I am going to fit this tube to your gag, and then fit it to the bowl up there. He pointed to a balcony on the second floor of the club. I just got it I would be hanging midair in the open area. Everybody allowed to touch, slap or whatever they wanted. I would be force-fed piss, beer spit or whatever they would pour into the bowl, on the floor above me. I could not resist; all I could do would be to swallow. I panicked and started fighting the chains but all it did was making me swing in the chains. I shouted in my gag, but it silenced me so effectively that I only felt a slight tingle in my neck. Good boy, calm down you cannot do anything, so do not bother to fight it. Alan stepped down. The leather guy brought in four other guys they were wearing latex overalls, and gagged with similar head harnesses like mine. They were posted at the bar and kept in place by ankle chains. I felt a tear run down my cheek, this was not what I wanted, I was not into this kind of shit. But why the hell was my dick so hard...