Gimp had been dreaming sweet dreams when it was woken suddenly by the electro unit attached to Masters alarm clock. It was set at 100% and designed so that Gimp never woke up peacefully and was awake, ready kneeling by Masters bed ready to take Masters first stinking piss. Gimps balls were on fire from the jolts and it scrabbled at its chastity cage with its mitts in a vain attempt to cool down the feeling of burning.
Masters alarm was beeping louder and louder and gimp realised that it needed to move quickly. It moved to the side of Masters bed making sure the electro wires were not tangled and knelt there on its knees bowing down in respect to Master. The electro on gimps cock was still pulsating. A few moments later the alarm stopped and it felt Masters hand on its head which slowly moved down to gimps ear.
"Morning gimp" said Master yawning as he finished the word gimp. Master got out of bed and stood there in front of gimp with a piss hard on. gimp moved forward putting its mouth over Masters cock to receive its breakfast. Master had been eating something awful as His piss was very strong it made gimp gag; it was very acidic. Master finished his piss and wiped his cock over gimps hood. Master then removed the electrode pads from gimps cock and balls and the leather mitts gimp slept in. "Go fix me breakfast, gimp" said Master still yawning.
gimp padded barefoot into the hallway and then into the kitchen to start breakfast. It consulted the A4 sheet on the fridge. "its a Saturday - toast, jam, chocolate spread and coffee" read gimp. it started to prepare the breakfast and heard the newspaper being delivered thru the front door letterbox. As trained it ran over to the door picked up the newspaper and ran up to the bedroom. Master was already dressed in breeches, Wesco boots and a black T-shirt. gimp knew the rules when Master was in Bluf gear; Keep low and on its knees and eyes on Masters boots. It offered the paper above its head still looking at boots and Master took it and rubbed gimps head. "Good boy. Go finish breakfast I’ll be down in a moment". Gimp went into the kitchen and finished making breakfast and laid it out on the table. It then went into the corner of the kitchen on its knees and waited for Master.
Master came into the kitchen holding onto a large chain and metal tag. this chain was much larger than gimps dog chain and padlock. gimp could see that there was writing on the tag but couldn’t read it. Master put the chain and tag down on the kitchen table carefully not to damage the surface. gimp could tell that it was heavy.
Master had his breakfast and left some toast to one side. He pointed to the floor next to him. "Come here" he growled. gimp slid across the floor on his knees still keeping its eyes on Masters boots. Master offered the toast to gimp holding onto its corner. "Go on gimp" said Master. Gimp carefully took a bite out of the toast. it felt good to eat something. It swallowed and then took more bites getting to the tip of the toast still in Masters fingers. It opened its mouth and waited. Master flicked the end into gimps mouth and gimp quickly chewed it and looked back down at Masters boots.
"Right gimp we are off to a friend to get your chain sorted. Go put your combats and boots on and wait at the front door for me."
"Master..." said gimp. "could gimp go to toilet?".
"No" said Master. "You can wait".
Gimp could feel that its bladder was full and it was uncomfortable. It would have to wait.
Gimp changed quickly into t-shirt combats and rangers. It still had its rubber hood on and it was locked on. Usually Master would take it off when visiting friends who didn’t understand. Was Master going to remove it? Gimp would find out soon. It ran down to the front door and waited on its knees bowing its head.
Master came out of the living room grabbed his leather police jacket put it on and attached a lead to gimps locked rubber hood. "Right gimp lets go." Master opened the front door and pulled gimp up from his knees by the chain . Master unlocked the boot of the car and told gimp to get in then closed the front door. Gimp clambered into the car and curled up looking out at Master. Master tethered gimps chain to a boot tie point and closed the boot. Gimps world became pitch black and gimp heard Master get into the car, start the engine and drive away from home.
After about 1 hour gimp felt the car stop and the engine switch off. The boot opened and gimp was blinded by the light coming in, just a blurry outline of Master against the bright light. Master unchained gimp from the boot and pulled gimp out. gimps eyes were adjusting to the light levels and could see that they were in an industrial unit garage. The garage door was being closed by a heavily muscled and tattooed Skinhead in black combats, 20 hole black rangers and a black t-shirt. gimp melted at the vision of the Skinhead in front of it and naturally got onto its knees and waited. Master closed the boot, draped gimp lead round its neck and knelt down in front of gimp.
Masters voice was very quiet and calm. "gimp. would you like Master to own you?". Gimp paused for a second and then nodded. "Are you sure? this means you are mine and I can do as I please. Master will keep gimp safe give it a home, a purpose, keep it healthy and protect it. In return I expect gimp to give itself and its property over to Master completely, to trust Masters judgement and accept what I say as final. Do you want this gimp? This is your last opportunity to say No."
Gimp paused for quite a bit longer tilting its head thinking about what Master had said. Over the past year gimp had already given Master most of its life and this seemed a fair trade. Gimp nodded its confirmation.
"Ok gimp. Lift your arms up." gimp complied and Master then pulled gimps t-shirt up and over its rubber hood and threw it on top of the car roof, sliding down onto the windscreen. He then got up from His kneeling position and walked over to the Skinhead who was waiting by the garage door. Master seemed to know the Skinhead well. They shook hands and hugged and then started to talk. gimp could hear the voices but not the words the rubber hood blocking its ears. It saw Master give the Skinhead a roll of cash and then talked more. They shook hands and then they both came over. "Lick the rangers, Gimp" said Master. Gimp immediately went down on the Skinheads boots and started to lick. they tasted good. The boot polish taste very smooth - these boots had been looked after well, no doubt the Skinhead has his own slave. Gimp moved onto the other boot. The Skinhead then put his first boot onto gimps back the tread of the Rangers boot digging into gimps skin.
"Have u got the chain?" said the Skinhead to Master. "Yes, I’ll get it". Master moved to the car just as gimp finished cleaning the Skinheads boot. The Skinhead pulled his boot of gimps back, reached down for gimps lead and pulled gimp up. gimp looked up at the Skinhead. He was very muscular with tattoos that looked like they were done in a prison or gang. He had chiselled facial looks and piercing blue eyes. There was a scar across one cheek. This was a man that any submissive would respect.
Master came back from the car and handed the Skinhead the large chain and military tag. The strip lights flickered and gimp could see the writing on the tag. It said "SkinBikerGimp - Property of Master X". Gimps heart raced at the sight of the tag. Master was going to own gimp body and soul!
The Skinhead walked away from Master yanking gimp up from his knees. They both moved towards a long heavy metal bench and the Skinhead turned round and physically picked up gimp like a rag doll and thumped gimp down on the bench. Gimp was a big build so this Skinhead must really be strong; Its arse was bruised and sore as it was thumped hard on the metal table. The Skinhead pulled gimps arms and legs one by one and attached shackles to gimps arms and legs. Once attached the Skinhead tightened each shackle so that gimp could hardly move. Gimp could now see that Master was beside the table looking at gimp. He could see that gimp was nervous. "Relax gimp all will be fine. You trust me?" said Master. Gimp nodded.
The Skinhead put the new heavy chain round gimps neck and used a padlock to secure it. The chain fitted gimp well with no links loose and it could feel the weight. The Skinhead then put welding mats under the chain and around gimps head. They covered all of gimps head and then gimp felt more mats being put around its body to its waist.
There was a pause for a few minutes and then gimp heard a chair being pulled up close to the bench. Seconds later gimp heard the whine of a motorised tool. it was very high pitched and loud. There was pressure and vibration on on gimps chest as the the Skinhead was grinding one of the links to open it up. Gimps imagination was running wild and it tried to wriggle on the bench but as it did there was a thump on gimps chest. "Keep still" said the Skinhead. gimp could tell that the Skinhead was Russian from the accent. The grinder stopped and there was a pause while the Skinhead got the welder. Gimp then heard the crackling of electricity and a hum from nearby. It happened again and again. The crackling stopped and it felt the cold rush of water around the bottom of gimps rubber locked hood and torso and some went into its crotch. The smell of burning reached gimps nose. It panicked again thinking it was on fire but the Skinhead thumped gimps chastity cage. The explosion of pain was intense and paralysed gimp for at least a minute.
The welding mats were pulled away and gimps eyes adjusted to the new light. It could see both Master and the Skinhead and they were admiring the work the Skinhead had done on the chain. Master nodded his head and smiled. "Looks good Sergei". The Russian Skinhead nodded without shoing any sign of emotion on His face and went to the end of the bench. He grabbed the military tag and attached a large key ring to the tag. He then came back to the newly welded chain and using just his massive hands pulled the key ring apart and attached it to the chain. He then gently twisted the tag round, grabbed his phone from his pocket and took photographs of his work and gimp.
Masters hand came over gimps head and grabbed gimps new chain and felt it. "Good” said Master. "Sergei, can you remove the old chain as well?" Sergei looked over and in a thick Russian accent said "No problem". Sergey grabbed either side of the old padlocked chain and with bulging of his massive arms and hands pulled the padlock apart in slow motion. He then tossed the wrecked padlock and chain to the floor. "Done" he said. Gimps cock was growing in its cage. It could smell the sweat from Sergei's muscly arms. it was a sweet musky smell that gimp would have loved to lick.
Sergei walked round the bench undoing the shackles. He picked gimp up off the bench and put gimp on the floor. Immediately gimp knelt down and looked at Masters boots. Master cupped His hand against gimps head and said "Thank Sergei, gimp". Sergei undid his black combats and a huge erect cock and massive balls appeared. gimp moved forwards and manoeuvred Sergei’s cock in its mouth. Sergei grabbed gimps new chain and roughly pulled gimp onto His cock and stated to pound gimps face. Sergei’s cock was so big that gimp couldn’t breathe. His balls were bashing against gimps face so hard if felt like it was being slapped in the face by two large hands. gimp choked and slobbered as this huge Skinhead skull fuck gimp till gimp nearly passed out due to lack of oxygen.
gimp was thrown to the floor gasping for air and within seconds Master had grabbed gimps chain and twisted gimp round. Masters cock and balls were framed by the leather of Masters breeches. gimp was pushed onto Masters cock and its rubberised head was repeatedly slammed into His cock. gimp was slobbering with saliva it drooling all over the floor. gimp could feel Masters pulsating cock oozing with tasty precum and within seconds Master held gimps head tight against His cock as Master hosed gimps tonsils down with cum. gimp was overwhelmed with the volume of cum and coughed some of it back up. Master slapped gimps head and growled "Swallow it gimp". gimp complied and swallowed. Its throat was raw and its jaw ached from keeping its mouth open for so long in the rubber hood.
Sergei grabbed gimps new chain and dragged gimp along the dusty floor over to Master car not giving gimp the opportunity to get up on its knees or feet . Sergei picked up gimp and threw gimp into the boot and slammed it shut. Bruised and sore gimp could hear Master and Sergei talking and laughing as they walked away. gimp lay in the boot, heart thumping with wild thoughts of what has just happened. It felt the new chain and found the link that has been welded. gimps cock hardened as it felt the weld and its cock dripepd with pre-cum. gimp felt contented and fell asleep in Master car boot dreaming of the future.
Story text by RedSkull.