A Leather Mans Interests @melbleatherman - Tumblr Blog

It always happened at 6:30. Brock would receive a call and a deep voice would say “MASTER IS HOME”. As if on autopilot, Brock would stop doing what he was doing and strip naked. Then he would get into position and wait for his Master to arrive home so he could happily serve him.

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The closed-off fag slut needs to stay fit and train daily!

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woof. what a cutie

Teasing you up in public. Showing them hints that u are owned and used for me, by me. You get your little nub struggling in the cage as I do it, not because u care a bit about what others think of u, you’re past that. But because u know I do it to show u how much I appreciate u being in my Kingdom, being one my royal boys.

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Man of the day

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Tape… so useful…

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Make sure you follow further instructions cautiously, Failure 😡 means severe punishment 😈

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So far the instructions sound reasonable…

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When I saw the chair and the leather straps, I immediately was repulsed and tried to retreat from the room. He was prepared for that reaction. He had summoned Ben and Tony who had been waiting outside in the hallway. They grabbed me firmly, physically guiding me back into the chamber despite my best efforts.

As they easily wrestled me into the waiting restraints, I tried to negotiate with him, I made promises and offers, I begged for leniency, but he said nothing. Once my arms and legs were secure, Tony forced some sort of hollow rubber gag deep into my mouth and strapped it and my head firmly in place.

I could no longer speak. The only sound I could make was a strange whistling sound emitting from the gag as I breathed in and out. My head was firmly fixed to the chair, I could not turn it. A bright lamp shown into my face, I could see nothing in the dark room but that intense blinding light. I closed my eyes.

I heard the sound of scissors and winced at their cold touch on my skin. They sliced through my shorts and underwear and pulled them away, leaving me exposed.

“Are you ready, boy?” I heard him say. I tried to answer, I tried to protest, but all that came through the gag was strange whirring noises.

Then I felt his hand on my cock. He was wearing rubber gloves, and coating my cock and balls with something ice cold. I quickly went numb, losing all sensation, I could feel nothing at all. I squirmed in the restraints.

“And here we go…”, he said. I heard the clicking of metal on metal. “Once you get used to wearing it, you’ll come to appreciate the amount of effort I took in customizing this for you.” I heard the quiet whirring of a drill.

“There, it’s all done. You shouldn’t have fought me. Had you gone into the chair willingly, I would have permitted you an orgasm.”

He shifted the light from my face, and I opened my eyes. He looked down on me, smiled and removed the strap that held my forehead in place. I looked down. Between my legs I saw nothing but shiny polished steel, my cock and balls locked deep inside one of his infernal chastity contraptions. Now I was like Ben, Tony, and all his other boys.

“The next time I bring you to this room, I think you will be more willing.” He said. “Perhaps next spring.”