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Sinister Intentions - Chapter 6

by slyleather

Chapter 6
“Bring him!” Brennan commanded of his two slaves as he smiled and turned toward the door. Tyler’s eyes opened wide at the unknown of what was about to happen to him. Shane unlocked Tyler’s cage door and Sean burst inside and pulling a cloth rag from the back pocket of his leather pants, using his hand, covered Tyler’s mouth and nose while holding the back of his head with the other hand. Tyler quickly reacted by trying to pull Sean’s hands away, but the tall, muscular leather clad slave was too quick and powerful. Tyler held his breath trying not to breath in what he assumed was a sleeping agent, perhaps chloroform. When Sean realized Tyler was not breathing in the chloroform on the laced cloth, he glanced at Shane who was returning the padlock to Tyler’s wrist, reared back with his fist and punched Tyler squarely in the abdomen. This forced Tyler to buckle and breath in the chloroform. Tyler felt his body begin to limp, his vision to blur and within seconds he lost consciousness. The two slaves drug Tyler by the shoulders out of the cage and room following their Master down a short hallway to the training room.
When Tyler regained consciousness he was back in the red lit room bound to the leather padded X by his wrists and feet. He was alone, but instead of being naked, he had been dressed in leather chaps that allowed his dick be exposed openly between his legs. The silver cock ring still encircled the base of his cock and the leather ball stretcher had been put back into place holding his balls, but this one was larger and held them farther down than the previous one had. He noticed a leather armband around each of his biceps and his chest garnered a leather harness in the shape of an X that was bound to him tightly, especially under his breasts that caused them to be lifted and accentuated. He recalled his last ‘training’ session and was renewed with fear and anxiety as he was dressed in leather and didn’t have a gag in his mouth. “Oh my God!” he said taking current attire and circumstance into full account, “hello, is anyone there?” He called out. He already knew the answer, but it couldn’t hurt to try. Time passed, alone, leathered, bound; Tyler began to ponder what might be in store. Would he be forced to engage in some kind of homoerotic sex act, would he be molested, tortured, beaten, would it be humiliating, embarrassing, probably, he guessed. He began to get more nervous with the passage of time. He looked over his leathered body again, realizing that he was dressed similarly to Sean and Shane, except he was wearing leather chaps, not pants and he didn’t have a collar around his neck. With each passing moment he was more and more afraid and at 27 was beginning to feel like a frightened child scared of the dark at bedtime, he knew something was going to happen and what it might be like and how it could affect him, but it was the unknown, the process of it that scared him now.
Some time later the door to the room opened and Sean came in and without saying a word or even acknowledging Tyler’s presence moved to the computer console and began entering commands and loading Tyler’s training program. Shane entered a short time later followed by Brennan. While Brennan took a seat on a leather couch facing Tyler, Shane proceeded to a shelf parallel to the X Tyler was shackled to and picked up a set of metal forceps-like clamps that had small wires extending from the bottom. He walked over to stand directly in front of Tyler and held them up with a sneering smile on his face for Tyler to see. “What are you going to do with those? Please don’t hurt me!” Tyler begged.
“If you don’t stay quiet I’m afraid Shane’ll have to gag you.” Tyler heard Brennan say as he crossed his leather covered legs and stretched his arms out on the back of the couch. Without another word Shane immediately attached the identical clamps to each of Tyler’s nipples. Tyler seethed in pain and let out a barrage of whimpering cries of agony. “Gag him.” Brennan ordered and Shane directly took the ball gag from the shelf and strapped it firmly around Tyler’s head, forcing the ball into his mouth. Shane returned to the shelf and retrieved a cylindrical metal rod of about seven to eight inches. Tyler saw this and remembered the pain that that the device had first produced when it has met his asshole. This one was longer and larger in width than the first had been. Tyler tried to follow Shane with his eyes as he disappeared behind the leather padded X. Tyler clenched his butt cheeks together in fear and anticipation of the pain the metal rod would produce once affixed inside his ass. He first felt Shane’s leather gloved hand spreading his ass cheeks apart. The harder Tyler tried to clench them together, the more useless it was. He felt the cool gooey feeling of the gel on the end of the metal rod as Shane gently entered him. The pain was unbearable, muffled cries of excruciating pain escaped from around the ball gag in Tyler’s mouth. All three of his captors ignored the sound as Shane continued to impale Tyler’s ass on the metal rod. The rod went deep into Tyler’s ass, every few seconds Shane would stop to allow Tyler’s ass to adjust to shape of the rod and Tyler would pray that was as far as it could go, but then Shane would progress it up his rectum farther and farther. Tyler thought he could feel it in his stomach and any second it was going to pop out through his throat, but then Shane stopped and he felt his asshole close around the end of the rod and Tyler was relieved, as he could feel the small wires attached to the end of the rod. It hurt like hell and no pain he had ever felt before, but he was glad it was over for now.
Shane walked back around to the front of the X and examined Tyler, “He is ready to proceed Master.” Shane proclaimed to Brennan as he sat on the leather couch in his boots and leather pants, but how he was wearing a leather vest that lay open revealing his pierced nipples and more tattooed symbols across his chest. Sean, still at the computer console, entered the commands that lowered the three 17 inch flat screens from their hold in the ceiling as Shane unfolded the dual speakers from beside the padded headrest. Shane connected the monitors to the speakers once again to for a hexagon around Tyler’s head. Brennan reached into the inside pocket on his leather vest and pulled out a cigar, as he lit it he commanded, “Begin stage three programming.”
“Yes, Master.” Sean obediently responded and complied with his Master’s bidding. Tyler’s focus was fixated on the immense pain in his ass and his nipples when the screens came to life, the two on either side of the center screen produced a swath of black, white, blue and red patterned swirls as the speakers produced sounds of heavy metal music, loud, hard and rigid. This was very different from the last ‘training’ session Tyler had experienced tied to the leather X. The center screen came to life with a white background flashing the word ‘relax’ in bold black letters. How could anyone relax like this, thought Tyler. The screen continued to flash the word ‘relax’ for several minutes before adding the words ‘focus’ and ‘concentrate’. The three words continued to rotate in and out on the center screen, before also appearing in the swirls of black, white, blue and red on the side screens. This continued until the same four colors began to seep onto the center screen and swirl around the word ‘relax’. The word ‘focus’ and ‘breath deep’ joined the first word and Tyler’s relaxation began to take hold as he felt the tension leave his muscles and the burning, tearing pain from the tit clamps and metal rod began to lessen. Brennan could see Tyler’s relaxation from the leather couch as Tyler’s toes began to unfold from their tense position; he continued to smoke his cigar and watch as Tyler began to accept the program’s words.
As the colors and words continued to play on the two side screens and the heavy metal music played through the speakers, the center screen transitioned to pictures and brief two to three second video clips of men dressed in various leather attire, pants, shirts, chaps, collars, gloves, arm and wrist bands, boots, vests, caps, along with men stroking and rubbing their leather in soothing seduction. Each man’s face displayed coy grins and nods of their head as if begging Tyler to abandon his old life and dutifully embrace the life of a leathered man. While the pictures and videos continued to stream across the monitor, small electrical pulses began to move through the tit clamps on his nipples and metal rod in his ass into his body causing his dick to rise from its relaxed position to a pointing position at the screen as if trying to glimpse the leather before Tyler’s eyes. The words across the leather images and videos began to change to new words and phrases, ‘want’, ‘desire’, ‘lust’. Tyler could fell his hormones reeling, ‘hot bodies’, ‘love leather’, ‘desire leather’, ‘dream leather’, ‘live leather’. Sweat began to form on Tyler as the heat inside him forced him into deeper concentration and trance induced state, ‘give in’, ‘desire leather’, ‘leather man’, ‘serve leather’. The videos on the screen changed to men stroking their cocks, some with cock rings, some pierced, some with ball stretchers, but all surrounded by leather. The electrical pulses continued moving through Tyler’s prostate and chest and the images changed to include men in wanting leather sucking cocks in heated passion, ‘want it’, ‘need it’, ‘lust for it’, ‘choose leather’, ‘desire men’, ‘crave leather release’, ‘proclaim leather’, ‘enjoy men’, ‘enjoy leather’, ‘embrace leather’, ‘embrace men’, ‘embrace new life’, ‘be leather’, ‘be new’. The erotic need for release increased as Tyler’s cock began to swell as it throbbed. Tyler felt the pressure on his nipples increase with the pulsing as Shane’s hand moved to increase the pressure on Tyler’s nipples with the clamps. Shane then lowered himself to his knees and stared tauntingly at Tyler’s dick as it pleaded for him to suck it. Tyler felt something touching the end of his dick and a circular entity moving from the tip of his cock all the way down it to the base where the cock ring was secured. Shane began to move his mouth up and down gingerly, wanting Tyler to savor every millisecond of stage three training.
Brennan watched from the couch, as Tyler was further entranced by the video and pictures, now combined with Shane’s gentle sucking of Tyler’s cock. Brennan glanced at Sean, who stood at attention with his hands clasped behind his back and feet shoulder length apart, watching his little brother suck Tyler as Master had desired, while Tyler was being programmed. Brennan grabbed one of the belt loops on Sean’s leather pants and pulled Sean over to him, he snapped his fingers and pointed to his dick, which was trying to escape the leather pants it was encased in. Sean knelt and rubbed up and down his Master’s leather covered legs with his gloved hands. Sean then released Brennan’s cock from its leather prison with his tongue and devoured every inch of his Master’s swollen cock with his mouth. Brennan placed one of his gloved hands on the back of Sean’s head while he sucked, took a draw of his cigar and returned his to the slight of his Tyler’s training and Shane sucking on his dick.
The videos, music, words, electricity, Shane’s blowjob were indoctrinating and sealing Tyler’s fate. He was loosing control of all his faculties, clarity, purpose, vision, determination; everything was being replaced by the feeling of a leathered life and exotic, erotic, sensual, sexual desired pleasure it afforded over the course of two hours. Tyler watched the five-second videos of men being sucked by other men, playing with nipples, kissing, licking each other while dressed in beautiful leathers. Tyler felt so hot with passion for everything that was happening. The sensations overwhelmed his senses with lust, then he felt his balls being released from the stretcher, BLISS, Tyler thought and his body jolted as it released a silky explosion of cum into Shane’s mouth. The screens and music faded, the electricity stopped and Shane released Tyler’s cock from his mouth. Shane stood up and walked over to his Master, where Sean was hungrily trying to milk the cum from his Masters cock. Shane knelt beside his brother, leaned toward his Master’s face and opened his mouth to reveal the load of milky cum that Shane had expressed from Tyler. “Very good my slave, swallow.” Brennan demanded of his slave. Shane closed his mouth and in one large gulp digested Tyler’s warm steamy hot cum load and at that sight Brennan exploded his own milky cum into Sean’s mouth, who equally swallowed in one gulp. Sean cleaned his Master’s cock with his mouth and replaced it inside Brennan’s leather pants. Sean returned to the console and deactivated the screens and speakers. Shane removed the tit clamps and eased behind the X and extracted the metal rod, without so much as a sound from Tyler. Once the screens had ascended into their place in the ceiling Brennan could see that Tyler had finished his third training program without passing out. Brennan stood up and lit a fresh cigar as Sean and Shane removed Tyler from the X that he had been bound to. They removed the ball gag from Tyler’s mouth. Tyler did not utter a word as he had a dazed and blank expression on his face. Tyler gently lifted his head up and looked at Brennan with glazed eyes. “Such a good boy. You’re doing quite well my slave.” Brennan said as he grabbed the hair on the back of Tyler’s head with his gloved hand. Brennan moved in and touched Tyler’s lips to his and pushed beyond Tyler’s lips with his tongue and deep into his mouth as Sean and Shane held him up by his shoulders. Tyler didn’t resist, nor did his face or body react in any fashion, he was still deep in ecstasy from the program. Brennan removed his lips from Tyler’s and released his hair. Stepping back from Tyler and taking long deep drag from his cigar he said, “My precious slave. You have become mine.” He raised his head and exhaled the smoke from deep in his lungs and commanded to his slaves, “Take him back to the cage.” with that the Master’s slaves drug Tyler out of the room.

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