The rain was beating down on the living room window creating a background hiss. Master was watching Netflix with gimp laid on the floor under Master's boots. gimp was hooded and gagged but had managed to catch some sleep after the sleepless nights of abuse in the playroom with Master. Master kicked gimp occasionally to stop gimp from snoring. The programme on TV stopped and gimp was woken up by a boot across the shoulders.
"C'mon gimp, get up we are going out"
gimp rose slowly as it was still sleepy. The heavy leather straight jacket gimp was forced to wear when sleeping made it harder to get up. Master had already come back with his leather bike jacket on. gimp looked lustfully at Master in his 30 hole rangers, jeans and Dainese jacket.
"get up gimp or get booted, said Master".. gimp rose and Master came over and covered gimps chastity cage with the snap on pouch. This meant gimp was going out in public. Master opened the front door and pushed gimp thru and turned round to lock the door. gimp had knelt down waiting just off the doorstep. Master unlocked the boot of the car remotely and grabebd gimps head harness and pulled it up on to its feet.
"get in the boot, gimp". gimp had no use of its arms so it rolled into the boot and Master reached over and attached the chain inside the car boot to gimps neck chain. The boot was closed with a thud that made gimps ears ring even thru the hood. Master climbed into the car, started the engine and gimp heard the crackle of the pea shingle under the car tyres as they travelled down the drive to the main road. Some time later the car stopped and the boot opened the light blinding gimp so it could see what was going on.
Master pulled gimp out of the boot and locked the car then attached a metal chain to gimps locked neck chain. Boss was there waiting as well. Master and Boss shook hands and started chatting. Gimp knelt down beside them while they chatted but after a short while gimp felt a tug on its neck and instinctively got up. They all walked over to a small building with a white door but no signs. As gimp approached walking behind Master and Boss gimp could hear heavy metal music.
Master pushed the door open and gimps' two owners pulled it over the door threshold. The smell of disenfectant and the lound music of Rammstein hit gimp like a slap in the face. It took only a few seconds to realise that they were at LeatherBluf Master's tattoo and piercing parlour. gimp could see a slave tied down to the tattoo chair wriggling around as it was being tattoed by one of the employees.
LeatherBlufMaster greeted Master and BoSS and offered beers. gimp instinctively knelt beside Master and Boss but kept its eyes on LeatherBluffMaster's boots. He was a tall stocky Master with a very deep voice. He looked like he used to work out at the gym but hadn't in a while. gimp could occasionally hear its name being mentioned and not long after that discussion LeaherBlufMaster grabbed gimps lead and took it over to one of the tattoo bench seats. He tied gimp to the bench using the d rings on the strait jacket and ankle cuffs. The codpiece flap was removed and Master came over and slapped gimps balls gimp bounced around a bit on the bench but the bindings prevented it from getting off.
"You are going to have to hold it as there is too much movement" said LeatherBluffMaster. gimp was panicking.. "what are they doing?" it thought.
LeatherBlufMaster got out a cutting tool and started griding away at the padlock on gimps chastity cage. The lock has been damaged and superglued so that gimp was permanently locked away. gimp could feel the vibration of the cutting disc. its cock started to fill with blood.
The padlock fell out of the locking pin and gimp felt the tug on its cock as the cage was removed. It has been on for 18 months without a break and as soon as it was off blood gourged into gimps cock. Boss grabbed gimps cock and crushed it with His hand.
"Don't get hard gimp". Boss kept hold of gimps cock till it slowly subsided. LeatherBlufMaster came over with surgical gloves on and used wipes to clean gimps cock. Master went to the end of the bench with gimps head and Boss went to gimps feet and they both used their weight to hold gimp firmly to the bench.
"Go!" said Master.
gimp felt a cold device touch its cock head and the a burning sharp overwhelming pain. gimp cried out into its gag and tried to struggle. It felt the crushing pressure from Boss on its feet and Master was leaning all His weight on gimps shoulders. Master slapped gimp across its harness covered face with his leathered glove
"Shut up!".. gimp was taken by surprise and stopped it for wriggling for a while.
"Next is to get the ring in." said LeatherBlufMaster. gimp felt the piercing tool being pulled out of its flaccid cock. It was like a hot poker being pushed down its cock. There was some fumbling of gimps cock and gimp could feel hot sensations then a cold painful prods as the ring was pushed into its cock. gimp moaned and tried to arch its back but Master and Boss where holding gimp still.
"Done." said LeatherBluff Master and slapped gimps balls . Tears were running down gimps cheeks onto the leather head harness. gimp opened its eyes and could see three smiling faces looking back.
"Right gimp onto the next bench.. gimp was untied and lifted up to sit, the pain in gimp cock was overwhelming as it stood up. its legs gave way as it tried to walk. Master grabbed the head harness and kept gimp from collapsing. Boss undid the straight jacket and pulled it off gimp. gimps arms were tingling from the rush of blood back into them. gimp was pushed onto the bench and ordered to sit facing away from Master and Boss. The bench was lowered and a big muscle skin guy with a mowhawk, heavy metal slave collar and 30 hole rangers came over with a chair and sat down beside his tatoo gun and tools. Master pulled out gimps mowhawk tank vest and told gimp to put it on. Once the vest was on the tattoist used a felt pen to draw a line along the seam of the shirt as it crossed the shoulder blade. gimp was then ordered to take the vest off carefully which it did.
There was some discussion between the tattoist, Master and Boss then feint marks were drawn on gimps shoulderblade. gimp jumped at the noise of the tattoist starting up his gun and the faint irritating scraching of the tattoist drawing soemthing on gimps shoulder. the pain from the PA piercing was far greater so it masked out any pain from the tatto gun. A very short time later the tattoist stood up and waked away.
"Was have they tattoed on it?" gimp thought. Boss walked round and faced gimp and put one hand on gimps shoulder and another on its head harness.
"Well done gimp".
There was a noise of cracking behind gimp and then an enourmous intense burning pain on gimps shoulder. gimp screamed as loud as it could through the head harness gag closing its eyes so tight it eytes felt they were going to burst. There were coloured starsrunning around in the darkness of gimps closed eyes and he had never expereince so much pain in its pitiful life. The pressure on gimp shoulder was released and immediatly the pain of the burn overwhelmed gimp and it passed out. Boss grabbed gimp and they laid gimp on its side.
gimp woke up still on the bench but with the mowhawked skinhead tattoist in front of him smiling.
"you did well there gimp. are u ok?" gimp nodded very slowly. Every part of its body hurt.
"Ill put some cream on your shoulder now" said the skinhead. He put some surgical gloves on grabbed a tub of cream and very gently covered the tattoo and whatever they had done.
"That will look good when its healed". gimp wanted to ask what it was but couldnt. The skinhead sensed what gimp was thinking and bought over a mirror which he relfected off the mirror in front of gimp. gimp could bright red skin with a great big s shaped red snake like mark with some numbers below it.
"that is your slave number and that is a slave branding mark. Its been done so that its visible when u have your tank vest on as your Master ordered."
gimp started to cry. full sobbing crying even though the head harness gag was in. its emotions just burst out uncontrollably.
Master came out of the office with Boss behind and came over.
"u alright gimp?"
gimp unvoluntarily got off the bench knelt down in front of Master and Boss crying its eyes out. it felt complete and safe knowing that its place in life had been confirmed. gimp looked up at Master, nodded and mumbled the the gag "Yes". gimp then grabbed Boss and hugged hard on His legs. Boss kneed gimp away and pushed it to its backside with His boot.
"Know your place gimp. Dont presume any love or affection. You are owned property and as such have no rights". gimp looked up as Boss. He had a grin on his face but gimp could see that he was moved. gimp looked down at Masters and Bosses boots and kept its eyes firmly downwards
"Come on gimp lets go home." said Master. gimp was expecting to be bound for the journey but it wasnt. it was led away by its neck chain to the car still naked from the waist up. Boss put the straight jacket in the boot.
"you get in the back seat gimp. you cant go in the boot till everything heals. gimp felt very odd sitting up in a car. gimp has been owned for a number of years and had been banished to the car boot in all that time.
"dont get used to this, gimp" said Boss. "When u get come you are going on the floor in the living room and will stay there till its healed. You have boots to clean and leathers to feed". Gimp nodded and stared out into space thru the car window.
A few months later gimps PA had healed and the scabbing on the tattoo and branding has finally come off. gimp was in the kitchen on its bed watching Master and Boss make pizza. it was locked against the eye hook in the corner zoning out. Something hit gimps head. it was a bread roll.
"Oi, cunt.. u listenening to me?" said Boss. gimp looked up and quickly showed eager attention.
"We are going out to Folsom next week. Myself and Master cant decide if you should be in leather or rubber..". gimp quickly pointed at its branding on its shoulder blade furiously.."
"Oh yeah.." said Master.. "right sorted.. tank vest, leather trousers mits rangers and leather isolation hood gimp." gimp nodded enthusiastically.
Out on Fugerstrase Master and Boss were chatting away to fellow Superiors with gimp kneeling beside them in the isolation hood. One of the Masters commented on gimps branding and tattoo and Master pulled gimp up.. gimp felts strange hands rubbing across the branding and tattoo then felt a single digit trace out the indented S on its back. gimp felt proud that it bore the mark of a slave and to be Master and Boss's slave was life afferming. gimp grunted and the strange Master traced the branding again.
"yeah gimp" said Master. "U know who u are don't u?"
Gimp nodded and felt Boss pull gimp back down to the floor. Gimp curled up between them and felt two boots on its back. It was at peace, owned, loved and used.
Story text by RedSkull.