The steelworker 4

Author: Farmerslave
Title: The steelworker 4
Date: 27 April 2016

Hanging from the ceiling of the club, wasn't that bad. I wasn't actually uncomfortable, I wasn't freezing, my weight wasn't on my knees, so perhaps this wasn't going to be the worst ordeal he could have thought of. My hands was kept behind my back by the chains anchored to the wall behind me, and so were my feet, my back was bent a little to make this possible. I pulled my arms forward, but this was quite hard because i had to lift my body backwards, so when i let go i fell forward again. The slaves below were stocking the bar, and it seemed to be rather busy. Suddenly music roared from the speakers, making my collar shock me, the shocks and my surprise made me jump in my chains. I grunted in my gag, the shocks weren't very painful, but definitely uncomfortable. The slaves didn't notice my distress, and Alan was nowhere to be seen.

After a while, the club started filling with guys, some obvious doms, wearing leather pants, big boots, and leather jackets, some even had handcuffs hanging from their belts, some obvious subs wearing collars and manacles on their wrists. But also guys wearing military gear, and a few wearing police uniforms. I seemed to be the center of attention, like a piece of living art. I was constantly pushed and pinched. I grunted to make them leave me alone. One guy wearing military pants and a white tank-top, grabbed hold of my groin, i wiggled in my chains but he held on. Nice package he yelled. I shook my head to make myself understood. He smiled and grabbed hold on the harness keeping me in place and pulled himself up. His face was directly in front of mine, and he had the bluest eyes that i had ever seen. Damn you are a cutie he said and kissed my muzzle. I grunted in my gag, maybe i will see you later he said and jumped down. I felt my dick grow in my dirty coverall. Why the fuck was i tied up when i met a guy like that.

The evening progressed slowly, hanging there wasn't bad, but it sure was boring. But then out of nowhere i felt my mouth fill with a burning liquid. No! I looked up at the balcony. My military hunk was laughing down at me, while pouring tequila into the bowl. I shook my head from side to side. I had no choice but to swallow the alcohol, but i burned and i felt like puking. But then luckily the taste became milder, and i looked up and saw him pour beer into the bowl. I was very grateful for that. The rest of the night is somewhat of a blur, more guests seemed to find it amusing to force-feed me hard liquor, my fingers started to buzz and i could not feel the collar anymore...

I moved my finger over his firm chest, he was so beautiful when he was asleep, i kissed his nipple and felt his chest move up and down as he drew breath. I slowly moved down towards his pelvis, he was so fucking hot. I pulled down his shorts, and the most disgusting smell of puke hit me... I woke up like i had been struck by lightning, i opened my eyes and the light felt like it made my head split in two. I was hurting. I looked around, i was in a cage, it wasn't big, but just long enough for me to lay down. There was vomit on the floor just outside the cage. I sat up and closed my eyes, what had i done. After a minute or two i opened my eyes again, i looked down at myself, i was still wearing my coverall and my workboots. I could feel a plug in my ass, and i had still my ankle chains on. The cage i was in was definitely not just a puppy cage, the bars were thick and the whole thing was custom-made. The door was locked by a big padlock. The cage was placed in some kind of garage, or workshop of some sort. There were tools on the workbenches, and there was a mechanic pit in the floor covered by planks. Everything was dirty and oily. I leaned up against the bars and waited, waited until Alan came. I was done, this wasn't funny anymore.

After what seemed like an eternity Alan came from the back of the room. Oh you're awake. Yes i said, not bothering to smile back at him. I want to go home i said. Good Alan said you are home. What? A slaves home is in its cage he smiled. Alan get me out of here or you will be sorry, i was in no mood for games, he had crossed the line, i had woken up in my own vomit for crying out loud. Oh what are you going to do to me? I looked at him, somehow his face had changed, he wasn't smiling anymore, actually he seemed somewhat angry. I think it is time you learn your place Jordan, its time you learn to accept to be the looser that you are... Fuck you, I shouted, Fuck you and let me the fuck out of here, Alan grabbed a gun from a table and pointed it at me. I jumped to the far end of the cage, and before i could say a word Alan looked me in the eye, and said this will make it easier. I heard the bang and felt the pain in my chest, i looked down and saw a red dart in my chest. I felt my body started to turn, or was it the whole workshop? I turned as well, I am sure of it....

I woke up very groggy, i was no longer in a cage, actually i was just on the concrete floor. I sat up very dizzy. I looked down i was still in my coverall, and my workboots, but my ankle chains was much heavier and made of steel. They were connected to a long chain that was anchored down in the mechanics pit. I was gagged and muzzled again. I got on my feet and realized that my wrists were chained as well, I located a mirror on the wall in the far end of the garage. I went to it, and was almost scared by my reflection, i knew my eyes, but my head had been shaved and, the muzzled skinhead looking back at me, sure wasn't familiar. I tried to raise my hands to feel my scalp but i could not raise my hands that high due to the chain that connected my wrist chains to my ankle chains. A huge collar was locked to my neck, and there was some kind of box bolted to the back of it. It was a shock collar. I felt a strong pain i my cock, by instinct i tried to massage it with my hand but all i felt was some kind of metal tube covering my shaft. Fuck i am i chastity, for some reason that only made my cock swell even more. What the fuck had i gotten myself into? I went to the workbenches to find some tools to free myself, but there were no hammers, or saws, or chisels, only screwdrivers and small stuff, nothing that could beat my shackles. This was truly weird, i was scared, angry, even homicidal but god damn it I was horny too.

After a while Alan came back, he looked at me and smiled. Kneel slave. I started swearing at him, and yelling, but all i could was grunt. I laughed. You need a little more time apparently. He walked over to me and pushed me backwards i tried to hit him but my shackles made my attempt rather pitiful. He quickly tackled me putting me on my hands and knees. He then efficiently pushed me into the mechanics pit. The fall hurt a lot and while i checked for broken limbs he was quickly over me, unlocking my wrist and recuffing them on my back, and hogtying me. Before i knew what happened, i was lying on my belly in the pit, one the oilsoiled concrete floor. I screamed in my gag, and yelled that he should let me go. He climbed the ladder and pushed the rest of my leash into the pit and started putting the planks in place hiding me down in the dark. I screamed even more, and just as he placed the last plank in place, making it completely dark in my prison. I started crying. I heard a beep from my collar and felt a tingling in my throat. This became more intense and even painful. This kept pulsating for a while. I struggled in my chains, in a sealed mechanics pit. Nobody knew where i was, not even me. I was truly screwed...