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
