Gimp was in the garage doing its household chores when it heard the engine of Master motorbike pull up. Master was home.
Gimp unlocked the garage door from inside and slowly opened it up just in case Master was too close. Master was taking his helmet off and walking towards the front door when he noticed gimp.
"Ah, gimp. Put the bike away and then come in to the kitchen. We are going out tonight and I want you to sort my gear out".
gimp felt its cock stirring in the chastity cage at the thought of cleaning Masters gear. It was the only time gimp was allowed near Masters gear on its own. gimp walked out to Master’s bike and rolled it into the garage, put the lock and chain on the rear wheel and headed into the kitchen. It knelt in the corner waiting for Master to finish reading his mail at the kitchen table.
Master clicked his fingers and pointed at the space beside him. gimp slid on its knees over to Masters side and Master put His hand on gimps rubber hood and curled His fingers round gimps chain. Gimp put its head on Masters knee and master stroked gimps head and neck. gimp felt good.
"Right, I want gimp to clean up my Bluf gear and Wesco boots. I want the Cuban cigars in the front pocket of my jacket ready with my cutter and matches in the inside pocket. The gauntlet gloves, bullwhip and peaked cap will be on the bed ready for me polished. Feed the gloves with leather food as the fingers are getting dry".
"Yes Master" said gimp. Its cock was bulging in its cage as the work ahead.
"Gimp will wear its one-piece motorcycle suit and its hood with zip mouth. No cock for you tonight. Replace your septum ring with the padlock I gave you as well. I’ve fixed it so it is a lot better and safe. You will also be wear the heavy metal collar as well. Remember your leather mitts... the ones for public use not your sleep mitts."
"What boots should gimp wear, Master?"
"Use the moto cross boots ive been pissing in and cumming into for you" said Master.
Master pointed to the garage door and told gimp to finish its chores. It took another hour to finish up and gimp was already pre-cumming in its cage thinking of what might be happening tonight. Usually when gimp wears the one-piece suit Master is having a social and gimp is there as Master boot stool and drink holder. gimp gets to be not only next to Master but also Masters booted friends and that means gimp gets a good easy night.
Master had already put out the jackets, breeches and boots on the bed and was in the shower when gimp arrived in the bedroom.
Gimp pulled the cleaning products out of the wardrobe and sat on the floor feeding the leather in the jacket with hide food. Master stepped out of the shower and His cock was huge and bulging and His balls were very low from the heat of the shower. gimp looked longingly at Master cock and balls wishing it could lick Masters balls and gag on His cock. Since gimp had damaged Masters car moving the waste bin 4 weeks previously Master had punished gimp by not allowing gimp anywhere near Masters cock or cum.
Gimp continued feeding and polishing the jacket, breeches and Masters boots. Master had dressed in t-shirt and tight fitting tracksuit bottoms that showed Master still hard cock. He was walking in and out of the bedroom sorting financial paperwork and mail and gimp could see that Master had been pre-cumming on his tracksuit bottoms. Gimp kept looking up from its work pausing asas Master walked in and out. Master saw this and stood in front of gimp and pointed at the leathers. Gimp quickly looked down and got on with his duties getting all the items ready for Master.
When gimp had finished, it sat on the floor arms aching from constant rubbing and cleaning of Masters leathers. It was still rubbing its muscles when Master came in carrying two beers. Master put one of the beers on the floor in front of gimp and then sat on the bed drinking His bottle. Even more precum was oozing from Masters cock and soaking into the tracksuit bottoms.
"have you got your gear ready, gimp?" said Master.
No Master, just finished your gear and will get gimps out now".
"I’ll get into my gear now. I’ll check that everything is correct and the you can get dressed."
Master put his empty bottle of beer in the waste basket and stood over gimp. Gimp could see fresh pre-cum on Master's tracksuit. "Drink gimp" said Master. Gimp, very thirsty after its work, grabbed the bottle and swigged it back. gimps eyes lit up with surprise as Master had filled its bottle full of His warm piss. It tasted golden and rich. Far better than the beer gimp thought. Gimp guzzled it back and put the bottle in the waste.
Master had already taken his tracksuit bottoms off and left them on the floor and had got into His breeches. Master moved into bathroom to clean His teeth. Gimp immediately pounced on Masters pre-cum covered tracksuit bottoms and started to suck on the pre-cum stain. It tasted fantastic after such a long time. Gimp knelt on the floor leaning forwards face down arse to the bedroom and nose in the crotch of the tracksuit bottoms breathing in the smells of Master deeply sucking on the stain. It didn’t hear or realise that Master had returned and had grabbed the bullwhip.
The first thing gimp heard was the crack of the bullwhip and then a rush of overwhelming paralysing pain on its back. It fell off its knees onto its side with the tracksuit bottoms still on its face. It heard another crack and instant pain across its side and arse. Gimp curled up into a ball around the tracksuit bottoms in pain and fright. Another thwack across gimps calves made gimp involuntarily straighten up with pain and gimp could see Master next to the bedside table whip in hand. Master was wrinkled up with anger so gimp threw the tracksuit bottoms across the floor towards Master. Another crack from the whip and gimps arms and shoulder were on fire. Gimp curled up tight as a ball again. Master stood over gimp and pulled gimps welded chain upwards pulling gimp onto its knees.
"Dirty fucker. I told you no cum" bellowed Master. Gimp was shaking with pain. It looked at Master feet and didn’t look up just in case it got a belt across its face by Master’s hand.
"Get your ass into the garage!" yelled Master. Gimp quickly jumped up and started to run out of the room. There was another crack and gimp felt a huge pain across the middle of its back. Masters aim with the bullwhip was legendary and gimp howled as its ran thru the hallway and into the garage. It huddled behind Master motorbike trying to hide. Gimp could smell the oily heat from the engine and it laid there praying that Master would not come after it.
When Master did come into the garage the engine heat had died down. Gimp didn’t know how long it had been laying there huddled under Masters motorbike as it has been nursing its bruises and welts. Gimp heard the sound of clothes being dropped by the motorbike and it peered thru the exhaust manifold to see what was going on. Master was fully dressed in His Bluf uniform and was standing on the other side of the bike.
"You gear is here, gimp. Get changed". Master walked out and closed the garage door.
Gimp crawled out of its hiding place and sat on the floor on its arse. There was dried blood and purple welts on gimps arm where the whip had cuts into the skin. Gimp pulled the one-piece set of leathers, rubber hood, set of padlock keys for his current hood and the new hood, leather mitts and off-road boots closer to it. The motocross boots were covered in dry cum stains. Gimp gave them a lick. They tasted good. Gimp got up slowly nursing the pain levels and slid into the one-piece leathers. The material inside pulled against the bruised flesh as gimp twisted to put the boots on its feet. Gimp picked up the keys, undid the padlock on the rear of its hood and with some difficulty from the bruising pulled off its hood. That was the first-time gimp was not hooded in 4 weeks and felt very odd to be able to feel its own skin. With a small sigh gimp pulled the new hood on and reached behind the hood to buckle it up and lock it. The new hood smelled fresh and rubbery. It made gimps cock grow hard in its cage. Gimp picked up the leather mitts and managed to get both on but not done up. It then opened the door to the garage, walked into the kitchen and knelt down beside Master who was messaging on His phone while waiting at the kitchen table. Master reached down to gimp and buckled up the leather mits.
"Next time gimp you will obey me. You scratched my car so I took some of your privileges away. Next time you disobey me on this you will be locked in the prison cell for a week. " Master had calmed down but his voice was full of anger and gimp was frightened.
Master motioned to gimp to stand up and took the keys away from gimp. He pushed gimp backwards so that he could take a picture of gimp in its gear. Master showed it to gimp. "There you are gimp. you scrub up well". Gimp nodded and then pointed to master to indicate that gimp felt the same way about Master. Master smiled and pulled gimps head onto His jacket and rubbed it. "Good gimp" said Master.
The heavy metal collar was on the kitchen table. Master wiped it down and placed it round gimps neck closing the mechanism and attached the padlock. "Feel ok, Gimp?". Gimp nodded Yes and moved its neck around to feel the weight. Master then picked up from the table gimps dildo gag, put it into gimps mouth and did up the straps. “No more cock Gimp till I say!” said Master. gimps cock was ultra-hard in its cage and felt great being owned. Master got up and pulled gimp up off its knees and walked to the front door with gimp following. Master locked the front door and opened the car boot. "Get in gimp" said Master. Gimp got in and positioned itself in the usual place. Master attached the chain in the boot to gimps heavy collar and closed the boot. Usually the parcel shelf was in place but this time gimp could sit up enough to get its head high enough to see. Master got in the car and drove away. gimp could see Master looking at gimp every so often in the rear-view mirror. The mirror framed Master’s eyes and gimp felt so proud to be His gimp. They had been on the road for about 45 minutes when Master pulled into the drive of a very big house. gimp had been keeping track of time as it could see the clock on the dash. Master pulled up, got out of the car and knocked on the door. The door opened and a big leather man in Bluf uniform answered and greeted Master inside.
Gimp laid there for a while occasionally looking at the clock on the dash. gimp closed its eyes and just rested. The welts were stinging on its body and it could feel the thump of blood coursing thru its body.
About an hour later gimp heard a noise from outside.
It propped itself up and Master was coming out with 4 people. Gimp could see that three were in full Bluf gear and one was like gimp; hooded chained and subservient. Master opened the door and one of the leather Masters pushed the other gimp slave into the boot next to gimp and attached that gimps chain to the car boot eyelets. The boots slammed and both gimps involuntarily curled up at the bang. The other leather masters got into the car and Master drove down the drive onto the main road.
gimp looked at his boot companion and saw that it was a full rubber gimp looking back at him very nervously. gimp offered out a mitted hand to the gimp and after a pause the other gimp responded and they touched mitts. The boot space was tight and both gimp and his fellow captive were gagged so all they could do was look at each other wondering what was going on. gimp looked occasionally up from the boot and could see the leather Masters chatting with its Master. gimp dived back down when Master saw it in the rear-view mirror.
After what felt like a relatively short journey the car pulled up at a parking space. Master and His leather friends got out and Master opened the car boot. gimps aching muscles involuntary spasms as it moved to get out of the car it gimp fell out of the boot onto its whipped back. gimp's muffled scream could be heard by gimps fellow captive and it recoiled away from the boot lip. Master knelt down and grabbed gimps collar and pulled gimp back up onto its knees; gimp could hardly breathe it was so winded.
One of the leather masters reached into the boot and dragged His rubber gimp out of the car and onto the floor.
Once Master had locked the car He attached a chain to gimps collar and followed the rest of the group towards an industrial brick building with a double black door.
The entrance to the clubs was square with a small area for the doorman on the extreme left, two toilets to the middle and furthest left and seating on the right with some guys sitting there. The walls were painted black with posters of Tom of Finland and other event posters. Directly ahead were double swing doors. Master paid for Himself and gimp and they walked thru the doors.
On the other side of the door was a bar on the left, cages dotted around and boots hanging from the ceilings. Master walked to the bar and gimp followed then knelt down beside Master. gimp was straining to listen to the conversations going on around it over the noise of the club music. Master pulled gimp up and went to sit on one of the benches around the club. They were a two-level seat allowing Master to sit on top and present Gimp with His boots on the lower level. Gimp was on its knees with its head leaning against Masters legs.
Master was talking to other people and gimp glanced over to its left to see its travel companion in Masters car laying on the floor with the three Masters that accompanied them standing around a re-purposed oil barrel. One of them had gimps fellow captive on a long lead and a boot on its chest. Gimps longing looks were abruptly cut short by a leather glove over gimps face and gimps head was pulled towards Master.
Master tipped some of his beer down on the boots gimps had cleaned earlier.
"Get down gimp and lick my Boots" said Master. Gimp quickly got to work and started to lick it's Masters boots. It made sure the boots were clean and the soles were spotless. When gimp had finished one boot Master put that boot on gimps back and let gimp continue with the other boot. Masters cleaned boot was digging into gimps back at the point where Master had bullwhipped gimp. Master knew this and was digging the boot in harder to make gimp work faster.
Gimp heard Master light His cigar and could smell the smoke. gimp cock was raging hard, so hard it had to squirm on its knees to adjust the cage. The bruises and welts from the bullwhip were aching badly.
Someone came up to master while gimp was there and gimp could see a pair of shiny rangers by its head. A few words exchanged with Master and a Rangers boot was put onto of gimps back. gimp let out a little yelp as this boot pulled on the whip marks that had bled a little. After a while that boot disappeared and Master pulled gimp up off the floor and pulled out gimps caged cock and balls.
Gimp felt a lead being attached to the cage and Master got up and walked to the bar. gimp’s cock and balls got yanked forwards and gimp struggled to keep up as the pain of its balls being stretched took over. Gimp tried to get down on knees when they got to the bar but Master tugged on lead and gimp got back up.
gimp decided it was safer to just look downwards at Master boots, its cock raging hard in cage hurting like hell against the metal.
Master was chatting to a number of leather Masters at the bar when gimp suddenly felt a thwack on its balls. One of the seated leather Masters was using a riding crop on gimps balls enough to make gimp switch on its toes. gimp was precumming thru the cage and creating a pool of precum on the floor in front of it. The rubber gimp who had shared the car boot was next to its Master and after a while its Master nocced this and ordered rubber gimp to lick up gimps pre-cum. The rubber gimp kept on looking up at gimp waiting for the dribbling precum as gimps balls were being tortured.
Master pulled out of his jacket the electro dog training collar that He used to train gimp when it was forced to be masters dog. Master strapped it to gimp’s chastity cage making sure that one electrode was on the cage and the other on gimps balls. With a sadistic grin, Master gave the control to the rubber gimp.
"When I tell you to press the green button boy you do it, or your master will flog u." said Master.
The rubber gimp nodded slowly and looked gimp in the eyes. gimp could tell that the rubber gimp was not happy at doing this but saving its own hide. Gimp discreetly nodded at the gimp to let it know it was ok it couldn't do anything about this.
Master tapped the rubber gimp on the head and it pressed the button. Gimps spine when completely straight and it looked up at the ceiling closing it eyes in pain. All the muscles in gimps legs contracted making gimp stand on the tips of the motocross boots. If felt like gimp has been hit in the balls by a large mallet.
As the pain subsided gimp could feel the pre-cum oozing out of its hard cock. Master pointed at the rubber gimp and told it to lick it up. The rubber gimp made short work of the mess on the floor and was ready for the next order.
This time rubber gimps own Master told it to press the button. Gimp closed its eyes in pain watching the multi coloured fireworks bursting in the darkness of its closed eyelids as the electricity flowed thru its balls. The pain eased and gimp was standing back on the balls of its feet.
Gimp looked down at the rubber gimp and could see it was nervous at seeing gimp being tortured by it. The Leather Masters around them were all talking about gimp, praising it for its ability to withstand the torture. Another burst from the electrodes and gimp was back up on its toes now unsteady as it shook. Precum was leaking all over the rubber gimp hood. gimps new septum padlock was bouncing against gimps upper lip. gimp felt Masters hand steadying its balance.
"So that is how they work guys" said Master to His friends. "Do you want to try it on your gimp before i make you one?".
The rubber gimp's Master nodded and unstrapped the device from gimps balls. Gimp flinched as the electrodes that had been pushing into its flesh ached and hurt after removal. Rubber gimp got up on its feet and its Master strapped the device to it non-caged balls. Both gimp and the rubber gimp were eye to eye and gimp could see the fear in the rubber gimps eyes. There was nothing gimp could do to help rubber gimp.
It would have to learn by itself.
Story text by RedSkull.