Control Taken
It had been a very long day. I wasn’t going to go out, but at the last minute I decided, “what the heck!” I put on my chaps and leather jock strap so I was decent enough for the Eagle along with my harness and vest. I put on my leather jacket and headed to the bar.
I walk in, not expecting much since it is the middle of the week. But, there you are in your full leather. I was like “wow!” No one every goes out in gear during the week. I give the door person my jacket and head into the bar. You see me look at you as I head to the bar to order my draft and give me a great smile. I get my beer and stand opposite you in the bar. After a few minutes you look my way again and give me that same smile. Then your gloved hand motions me over. I come over and stand in front of you and you say, “Hi. How are you boy?”
“I’m good Sir. Your gear looks great! As do you Sir!”
“Thanks boy. So do you. Turn around for me so I can see your ass”. I turn around facing the opposite direction. Then you reach up and put your gloved hands on my arms and say, “back up boy,” as you gently pull me back toward you.
“I want you to relax and drink your beer for awhile while I play with your tits, ok boy?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good boy,” you say. “Just relax, be silent, and let me play with your tits.” I don’t say anything, not even “Yes Sir” because you told me to be silent. I can feel your dick getting rock hard behind me through your jeans and chaps. You unzip your jeans and let your rock hard cock out. “That’s a good boy!” I want to say “Yes Sir” but don’t because, again, you said be silent. After a few minutes my beer is gone and you stop playing with my tits long enough to finish off your drink. You put your dick back in your jeans. Then you whisper into my ear, “I think we’re both ready for another drink boy. I’m going to give you 20 bucks and I want you to go to the bar and get us both a drink. But, before you go, I’m going to put my leather collar around your neck.” You point to the bartender with the leather vest on and say, “I want you to order from him. He knows what I like. You will say to him, ‘Sir will have the usual and I’d like another draft beer please.’ Now, I want you to repeat what I just told you, exactly. You can speak now, boy.”
I say, “Sir will have the usual and I’d like another draft beer please.”
“Good boy,” you say as you put the collar around my neck and hand me 20 bucks. “Leave the change for the bartender as a tip. Go now boy.” I say “Yes Sir” and head off to the bar. I get the bartender’s attention and say, “Sir will have the usual and I’d like another draft beer please.” Then this weird thing happens and the bartender’s face goes blank for just a second and then he’s back to himself and he says, “Sure, coming right up.” He heads to the beer glasses and I look back toward you and get that same winning smile. The bartender has his back to me and I don’t notice him taking a vial out of his vest and pouring it into my drink. He then pours the beer from the tap and brings it back to where I’m standing. He gets another glass and mixes your drink in front of me. I hand him the twenty and tell him to keep the change. I return to where you are standing.
“Good boy! Now stand in front of me again and drink your beer,” you say as I hand you your drink.
“Yes Sir.” You pull your dick out again. I can’t believe my luck. The hottest leather man in probably 200 miles is playing with my tits and getting a raging hard on just for me. I don’t think my dick has ever been this hard.
“I think you’re going to be a very, very good boy! You like having your tits played with don’t you boy?”
“Yes Sir! Thank you Sir.”
“Good boy. Now I want you to be silent again while I play with your tits.” And again, I want to say “Yes Sir!” but don’t because you said to say nothing. After about 10 minutes, you say, “I’ve got to piss boy” as you put your rock hard dick away—with some difficulty. “I want you to stay here and finish your beer. I’m going to cuff one hand to the bar rail and leave your other free so you can finish your beer. Remember, say nothing. Nod your head that you understand.” I nod my head and you say “good boy,” as you head to the bathroom. While you are in the bathroom, the bartender comes up to me and takes your empty glass with that same strange look on his face and puts his hands on my chin and makes me look at him and says, “Remember he said say nothing. You’re going to be a good faggot.” and then he seems to return to himself and walks back to the bar. I think to myself, that was kind of weird. About this time I start to feel a slight bit tipsy which is kind of strange because I’ve only had two beers.
You head to the bar before coming back to me and talk to the bartender briefly. That same blank look comes over his face for a second and is quickly gone, but then you come back to where I’m cuffed. You say, “You did very well boy. I’m going to uncuff you now and you can speak again.”
“Thank you Sir,” I say with a very slight slur to my words.
“Back where you were boy!”
“Yes Sir,” again with a slight slur to what I’m saying. Man, I’m feeling pretty tipsy. This is so weird after only two beers. You play with my tits fairly hard for about 20 minutes.
“Hmm. Seems like you are a bit of a light weight boy. Clearly you aren’t going to be able to drive home. Fortunately, I’m here to help you out.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
“It’s time to go boy. Get your jacket and meet me out front.”
“Yes Sir.”
I go to the coat check with a bit of a wobble to my step, but I manage to get my jacket without making too much of a fool of myself. I come out front and there you are in all your full leather and my dick just gets even harder somehow.
“Looks like we are leaving just in time boy. If you had any more beer I think you’d be a right mess.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
“It’s ok boy. Just relax. Everything is going to be just fine.” You put your right gloved hand around the back of my neck and use your other hand to put my left hand on your crotch. “That’s all for you boy. I’m going to teach you to enjoy that boy.”
“Yes SIR!” I barely manage to say.
We get to your van and you open the side door. There’s a mat in the back and leather restraints at the four corners. “Get in and lay down boy.” You have to help me a bit, but somehow I get in the van and lay down. I think to myself, “man, I’m fucked up.” You get in and close the door behind you and proceed to tie my arms and legs spread-eagle. There’s a ring at the head of the mat and you take the ring from my collar and and pad lock the two together.
“Just relax boy. It’s all going to be ok. You really aren’t that much of a light weight. You’re just feeling the drugs the bartender put in your beer.”
Somehow I manage to say, “Why would he do that?”
“Because I programmed him to do it boy. He does exactly what I tell him to. You even gave him the command yourself when you ordered my drink. You came to the bar perfect—with your ass available to fuck in your chaps and leather jock strap. So, just relax and enjoy being all fucked up boy. Having you drugged makes my dick hard as fuck. And you’re going to learn to enjoy it boy. You belong to me now. You’re going to forget your previous life and learn that you exist to be my fucked up toy. I’m going to make you forget everything you know. You’re going to think what I want you to think when I want you to think it. You like that don’t you boy?”
“Yes Sir!” I slur as I realize this is the best thing that has ever happened to me. That’s when you put the leather gag in my mouth. You slide your dripping dick into my ass and I feel so good that I know I will do anything you tell me to do. I exist to be your drugged fuck toy, to make your dick happy. I know I will never leave and that you will keep me stupid and obedient just as I should be. I belong to you now. I feel you shoot in my ass and then everything fades out. Just before I go out, I hear you whisper in my ear, “Woof boy!”
In the morning I wake up, tied to a chair, every part of me immobilized by some sort of leather… ready for the next round. This is a work of fiction. Please do not post elsewhere. I retain all rights to it.
