It was a fine spring morning in the garden and gimp was mowing the lawn in its rubber hood, tshirt comabts and 20 hole rangers. Master was on the patio watching tv on His laptop with earphones and holding the electro collar control unit. Master had chained gimp to the lawn mower and put the shackles on its ankles with the shorter length chain and this made gimp take small steps forwards. Master wanted proper stripes in His lawn and would use the electro collar to make sure gimp got it right. Master zapped gimp for missing the end turn and the mower switched off as gimp recoiled from the pain.
"Come on gimp, get it right!" shouted Master.
At that point Master's mobile buzzed as a call came in. The lawn mower started back up as Master answered. He couldn't hear a word so zapped gimp. The mower went off again and Master shouted at gimp to stop. Gimp stopped and tried to stretch its arms but the weight of the lawn mower prevented it. Gimp could hear master voice talking for a while then he shouted to gimp to start mowing again. When gimp finished Master unlocked gimp from the mower and its shackles and while gimp tidied the grass cutting he went back to his TV programme.
As gimp was putting the mower away Master come over to gimp. Gimp knelt down in front of Master and looked up.
"Well gimp you are going on a little journey. A good skinhead master friend needs your services to clear his garden this week and you're gonna spend a few days with Him. He will come pick you up in about 2 hours. Go get my lunch then you can pack your work clothes, rubber suits, heavy metal collar then put on your bike leathers."
"Yes Master" said gimp. Its arms were aching and it wanted to rest but it was excited at the prospect of working for another Skinhead Master.
Master pointed to the mower and told gimp to finish. Gimp got up and put the mower away, wash its hands then prepared lunch for Master. While his Master was still engrossed in the TV programme gimp went to the bedroom and packed its big rucksack.
A few hours later the door bell rang and Master instructed gimp to wait in garden while master answered the door. Gimp could hear the voices in the kitchen as it knelt by the garden table in its bike leathers. The skinhead Master came out into the garden looking around, saw gimp but didn't acknowledge it just sat down with Master on the garden furniture talking. The skinhead Master was wearing 30 hole rangers, combats and a black t-shirt with the word "Master" on in white. From what gimp could hear the skinhead Master was building a patio area and needed help. Master commented that gimp was strong and worked well so would give Him good service. Master also told the Skinhead Master not to break gimp as Master needed him back in one piece. gimp could see that Master was smiling at gimp when he said this. Did that mean this Skinhead would break gimp or Master would break the Skinhead Master if he broke gimp? gimp felt unsure about this but dismissed the thought as Master had always taken care of gimp.
The Skinhead Master looked at gimp and called it over. Gimp knelt beside the Skinhead Master and bowed head looking at His boots.
"gimp, you will go with my friend and work on his patio. You will call him Boss and obey Him. I will expect you to maintain the standards I expect of you at all times".
"Yes Master" said gimp. It involuntarily looked at Boss in the eyes and Boss slapped gimps face. "Looks at the boots, gimp not my face!"
gimp's head was ringing from the slap with bright lights in-front of its eyes. it kept its head bowed and its stomach was churning over in fear of what it was going to experience with Boss.
"Yeah you'll do fine with gimp" said Master to Boss. "Ive made a list of things you need to be aware of with it. Make sure that you stick to the list"
Boss got up swilled and his drink down. "Right need to get back home.. gimp go get your rucksack and kneel by my truck". Gimp got up knelt down at Masters boots and kissed His boots. Master patted gimps head tossed gimps keys to its cage, chain and hood to Boss and pointed gimp to the kitchen door. gimp got up and went through the house picked up its rucksack to the front door opened it and knelt by the front type of Boss's truck. It was huge a great big red Dodge Ram truck with a flat bed. In the back were patio slabs, bags of hardcore, tools and ropes and chains.
Boss came out walked past gimp and opened the flat bed, got up on top of it and stood at the back of the flat bed.
"Get in here, gimp". gimp got up and clambered onto the flat bed dropped its bag down and knelt next to Boss. Master came over to the truck and threw gimps leather mitts at it. "You forgot these gimp". Gimp caught them and sat down in the small section of the flat bed that was free and had eyelets mounted on the metalwork. Boss hooked gimps chain up to the rope attached to the eyelet, walked to the end of the flatbed jumped off and closed the folding door at the rear. gimp saw Master hand gimps heavy metal collar to Boss. The pair had a quick chat then Boss jumped in the truck and with a lurch forwards drove out of Master's driveway.
The ride was very bumpy and windy. gimp huddled down as close the the floor as possible to get out of the cold wind. Occasionally gimp would put its head up and see Boss looking back at it in the rear view mirror. They were on the road for quite some time and it started to rain. Gimp was getting wet, cold and shivering - the wind noise was deafening on the motorway. The truck pulled off the motorway and up into the hills and then pulled into a long driveway. At the end of the driveway gimp could see it was a big property with 2 garages and a very large front garden. In the front garden there were two people in orange overalls working on the front garden and they had shackles on their ankles. There was an imposing looking skinhead with a bull-whip smoking a cigar next to them. The skinhead waived at Boss as they passed and parked outside of the garage. Boss got out opened the flatbed door and jumped into the back to unhooked gimp.
"Grab your rucksack gimp". gimp grabbed the bag and mitts and Boss jumped off the flatbed nearling pulling gimp off the truck by the rope attached to its chain. Boss opened the front door, walked into the hallway and attached the rope to the stair bannisters. There were eyelets all over the bannister with wear marks from use. gimp instinctively knelt by the point where its was tied to waiting for orders.
Boss was looking out of the kitchen window at another slave who was trying to dig holes for a post. Gimp could tell that boss was not very happy.
"Wait here. I've got to sort out the cunt". Boss opened the back door and went out screaming and shouting at the slave. Boss was pointing to spot where the slave was digging and pointing much further back. The slave had its head bowed and knelt down while boss was shouting. This seem to make Boss even more angry and was hitting the slave around the head and then kicked out at the slave. It fell to the floor and Boss put His boot on the slave's neck and was still shouting. The slave was squirming and gimp could see that it was struggling to breathe. Boss got off the slave and repeatedly kicked it to get it up. When the slave didn't move fast enough Boss dragged it across the grass by its neck chain and pointed to where the post hole should be. More shouting and Boss walked away shaking His head. Boss came back into the house and took gimps rope.
"That slave is a great cock sucker but had no fucking brains" grumbled Boss. "Right lets get you sorted."
Gimp was led upstairs to a large bedroom converted into an impressive playroom. There was a cage in the middle and lots of toys and implements on shelving all around. Boss attached gimp to the cage.
"Get out of your leathers and into work gear, gimp. Ive got work for you".
Gimp obeyed and pulled off its Dainese leathers and put on its combats and rigger boots. Boss went back downstairs for a while and came back with a black bag that gimp recognised. Boss pulled out the list Master had given Him.
"Your Master says here you work best when collared with this and have your electro collar on." Boss pulled the heavy metal collar out and the bag and then the electro collar and controller. gimp knelt down in front of Boss and boss put the heavy metal collar then attached the electro collar just above the metal collar.
"Mmmm how does this work?" Boss started to stab at the controls.
The collar buzzed and made noises and then Boss stabbed at the controls again and gimps back arched as the collar dumped power through gimps neck. It involuntarily held its breath from the searing pain yet gimps' cock stirred. Boss took His finger off the button and gimp fell to the floor gasping.
"Ah.. i see ok that is how it works." Boss dialled the power down and tried again. gimps body reacted by tensing its muscles stopping gimp from moving.
"Yup. Must get one of these for the cunt outside". Gimp could see that Boss was a true sadist who really enjoyed watching gimp bounce around
Boss undid the rope from gimps chain.
"Go down to the truck and start unloading the patio slabs. Put them to the left hand side of the back door to the kitchen. You've got 15 minutes to do it or you will get punished"
gimp pelted down the stairs and out to the front and grabbed the first patio slab. It was much heavier that it looked. gimp started stumbling towards the front door.
"No gimp around the house not through it!" gimp pulled the slab up onto its shoulder and walked it round the house. It put the slab on the left side of the door and came back to the truck. It quickly worked out that it couldn't do it all in 15 minutes. Boss was looking on. Gimp repeated this again and again getting more tired as each one was unloaded off the truck.
Boss kept watching at gimp and then His watch as it trudged around the house with each patio slabs. gimp went back to the truck and could see 8 more slabs. Boss came over..
"time is up gimp.. how many left? 8.. thats no fucking good gimp you've got to work a damn sight harder!". Boss pulled the control out of his pocket and set the intensity control to 8 out of 10 power settings and pressed the button. Gimp fell to the floor clutching its neck. Boss stood over gimp and put His rangers boot on gimps chest. "You've got 5 minutes to move those slabs or its max intensity." gimp cock stirred in it cage.
gimp got up and continued to unload the slabs. On the walk back from the last slab delivered to the back door gimp fell to the floor in pain from the shock collar in front of the other Skinhead who was managing the two prison slaves. They laughed at ther sight of gimp on the floor in agony.
"Get up you cock sucking scum!" shouted the skinhead.. gimp struggled to its feet and staggered off to where Boss was standing.
"You didn't finish it in time so you got what it deserved! Welcome to my home gimp". Boss smiled and put a hand on gimps head and puleld it back and spat in its mouth.
"You will learn gimp that i'm not fair. You're gonna have to deal with that. Get those hardcore bags round to the back. You have 20 minutes and use the wheelbarrow over there". Boss pointed to a rather dilapidated wheelbarrow that had been repaired.
gimp grabbed the wheelbarrow and loaded the first bag on and walked it round. Its arms were aching and its lower back was giving it hell. On the walk back to the truck Boss stopped gimp.
"Every time you move a bag gimp you kiss my mud and blood stained boots". Gimp complied and got down and kissed each boot and got back up.
When gimp got to the truck again it tried 2 bags at a time in the wheelbarrow. The barrow groaned and squaked under the load. It got them round and then kissed Boss's boots before loading up 3 bags. The wheelbarow already broken many times made loud scraping noises under the weight it was being asked to move. On the way round with 3 bag the wheel hit a brick and broke off. The bags tipped out of the front of the wheel barrow. Gimp picked up one and walked it round. on the way back Boss was standing beside the barrow.
"I forgot to tell you gimp the barrow was broken. You'll have to take each one round by hand" Boss was smiling. Boss knew the barrow was broken! Gimp picked up the other two bag of hardcore one on each shoulder. It was not going to be beaten! Gimp got back to the truck and loaded two bags on its shoulders. It was wrecking its back but it knew it had to do it.
gimp got the last bag round to the back and with an exhausted sigh it staggered back round to the front. It knelt down at Boss's boots and looked up.
"Impressive gimp!. You did that with 1 minute to spare.. not bad. You Master was right you are strong and intelligent. Good work gimp"
gimp looked down at bosses dirty boots and then laid down in the muddy puddle and licked them. Boss put his muddy rangers boot on gimps back. "good boy gimp! you are learning".
Boss got gimp to carry all the building materials and tools round that afternoon and then put gimp in the back garden tied to the eyehooks next to the backdoor. It was hot and achey but Boss was happy and that is all that mattered to gimp. Master's command to uphold standards was ringing in its ears.
Boss came back over to gimp and grabbed the garden hose beside the house.
"Gimp looks hot.." Boss turned on the hose and soaked gimp. gimp sat there looking up at Boss staring at him. It was not going to let Him beat gimp down like the other slaves. Boss was surprised by gimps reaction and hosed gimps face with the garden hose. gimp closed its eyes and let the cold water run down into its its groin.
"Feeling angry gimp? You Master has never used you like this before?" gimp shook his head up and down.
"So why are you being stubborn, gimp?" gimp paused waiting for the water to drain out of its eyes.
"Because it wants to do a good job, service and earn your respect Boss."
Boss paused slightly taken aback by gimp's directness.
"Why should I respect you?" said Boss.
"You don't have to respect me, Boss but you have to respect my Master's property."
Boss slapped gimp round the face. gimp's world was full of stars but it looked back at Boss. "Get back to work gimp!" Boss looked angry. Gimp got up and grabbed a hardcore bag to spread over the new patio ground.
The first night at Boss's house gimp spent with the other slaves tied up against the stair bannisters. The other slaves were not very communicative and gimp tried repeatedly to get them to talk. Boss heard the noises and came downstairs. He took the first slave in prisoner overalls nearest the stairs upstairs into the playroom. The door closed and for the next 2 hours gimp and his fellow captives could hear the cries and groans of the slave being fucked and beaten by Boss and his partner. The door opened and the slave was dragged back downstair's by Boss's partner and chained up again to the bannister. gimp looked up at Him. "What you looking at, cunt?" Boss's partner spat at gimp and went back upstairs to sleep.
The next morning gimp was woken by Bosses partner; the skinhead in charge of the prison gang. He came down the stairs and picked one of the prison slaves and pissed into its mouth with the strength of a morning first piss. It made the slave choke and heave. One of the other skinheads living thre went into the kitchen to prepare food for the slaves. Gimp's stomach was rumbling. It was used to taking Masters first strong piss and missed Him. Boss came down the stairs into the kitchen. He picked up the food bowls and dropped them down in front of the slaves. They waited till Boss had finished His breakfast then when instructed they dived on their food. Gimp started to eat some of the food but left some for one of the other work slaves. The slave snatched gimps bowl and devoured it.
Boss got gimp and the slaves back to work very early. Each slave was stripped and scrubbed clean with a brush, hosed with water and then dried off and put back in fresh work clothes. Gimp found out that this only happened once a week and the slaves often were left cold naked and wet to dry off. Gimp was put back on patio detail and made good progress. Boss came over and checked that gimp was doing it properly.
At lunchtime a number of Boss's friends came round. Boss was having a BBQ. Boss came over to gimp. “I don't trust any of the other cock suckers to cook properly. Your Master tells me you do all the cooking in His house. I want you to go into the house and get changed into you rubber suit and rangers and come wait by the BBQ.” gimp went into the house glad of the change of duties.
Gimp was waiting by the BBQ when a big booted skinhead came over with a tray of meat. He growled at gimp for not kneeling and knocked gimp to the ground. A wile later the same skinhead came back over and got gimp to pile the coals on the BBQ and then lit the coals with his cigar. He made gimp keep an eye on the coals while gimp prepared the meat and other food. More skinheads and a few bikers turned up. The heat from the BBQ was radiating thru gimps rubber suit and gimp felt as if he was being cooked too. Gimp started to cook the food.
Most of the work slaves had been rounded up and put into the corner chained to the floor. Some of the skinheads had their skin boys looking after their needs, human ashtray, drinks slave, Boot stools. Gimp was struggling with the heat and suddenly mid serving food collapsed with heat exhaustion next to the BBQ.
The smell of urine woke gimp up. Three skinheads where peeing over gimp. Boss was there with the garden hose. “You need to toughen up, gimp” said Boss. The hose was inserted into the rubber suit at gimp's neck and it felt the piercing cold of the water fill its suit. It let out an involuntary cry from the cold.
Boss got gimp to stand up with its rubber suit full of water. The chastity cage was feeling ice cold. Gimp continued cooking the food on the BBQ – the heat warming the water in its suit. Every so often Boss came over and added more ice cold water to gimps suit.
Many of the slaves had been unshackled and were in use by the members of the party. Gimp has finished all the cooking had had knelt down beside the table next to the bbq. Water was oozing into its rangers. It felt sodden.
Boss's partner came over to gimp and hooked a lead onto gimps heavy collar. Gimp stared at His cherry red 30 hole rangers. “You're coming with me” He said. gimp was lead into the house and then up to the playroom.
Gimp was tied down over a bench and its arse zip was opened. Gimp's sweaty and waterlogged buttplug fell out of its own accord on the the floor with a thud. Boss's partner picked up the wet and gooey buttplug and rested it on the middle of its back.
“If that buttplug hits the floor again i'm gonna fuck your arse. If it dosent you're going into the cage for the night.”
Gimp heard a thwack on its bare arse and then an immense pain. Another thwack, gimp writhed in pain. The buttplug was moving around on its back with each convulsion. Repeatedly gimps arse was being pounded by a big leather belt.The butt plug thumped on the floor.
Without a word Boss's partner came into view of gimp. It had never seen a cock so large and with a large piercing oozing pre-cum. The skinhead put one boot up on the bench next to gimp's face.
“Lick it till its clean you cock-sucker”.
Gimp started to lick and realised the boots were covered in dried and sticky cum. The boots were filthy but tasty nice and gimp eagerly cleaned them. The other boot was presented to gimp and it continued cleaning as much as it could.
The skinhead took the other boot away and knelt slightly. His large pierced cock was pushed into gimp mouth and gimp struggled to breathe.
gimps eyes were streaming and it was choking on such a large cock. The piercing was clattering against gimps tonsils then the skinhead held His cock deep in gimps throat and pissed hard. Gimp couldnt breathe and tried to pull back.
“Stay still you fucker” said the skinhead. He pushed his cock harder in then withdrew it. Gimp coughed, choked and gasped for air. The skinhead grabbed a set of jaw openers from the array of tools on the wall and forced gimps mouth open and buckled the device to gimps head. gimp could not close its mouth now.
The skinhead grabbed gimps head pulled it back and stabbed His cock back in the now unclosable hole He had created. Gimp's stomach convulsed as it tried not to throw up.
The skinheads piercing was scraping gimps tonsils and gimp closed its eyes and tried to hold back the sick. Its cock was rock hard against the bench.
When gimp threw up it was like an explosion of fluid. It went all over the skinhead's bleached jeans and boots. Gimp wreched afterwards and sick and snot mingled. The skinhead pulled up gimps head and spat into gimps wet sloppy mouth. Boss came into the room and leaned up againts the door frame and watched as his partner mounted gimp's arse.
gimp felt like it was being split in half. It had experienced butt plugs bigger but Master always eased them in carefully and they were static in gimp for days till Master allowed gimp to deficate. This felt like it was being pounded by a traffic cone. The skinhead was well versed with its very well endowed cock and knew how to inflict pain with it. Gimp has its eyes closed when it felt a gloved hand lift its head up. gimp opened its eyes to see another pierced cock coming towards its mouth. Boss was pre-cumming and gimp could smell that. Gimp started to choke again. It let out an involuntary cry as it came inside its chastity cage.
Boss's partner came first. It felt the the punding of balls on its arse stop and the cock twitching inside it as the skinhead flooded gimps arse with cum. Gimp felt the cock being removed as the piercing pulled put of its arsehole. Seconds later gimps mouth was flooded with Boss's cum. It tried to swallow but it just oozed out of gimps mouth and down the jaw opener. Gimp sucked in as much air as it could.
Gimp heard Boss and His partner leave and voices outside. Two more skinheads came in with rock hard cocks. One mounted gimp and the other shoved His cock deep in gimps mouth.
Many hours later gimp was release from the bench and the jaw opener removed. Gimps throat arse and jaw muscled ached. It was pushed into a cage in the corner. Gimp collapsed in the cage and held onto its stomach and arse which was aching from all the cock that has entered it. Gimp fell asleep quickly.
The next day Master arrived as the Boss's house to collect gimp. It was still in the cage sleeping when Master entered the playroom. Gimp woke with a start when Master kicked the cage to make it clatter.
“Sleeping on the job, gimp?” said Master, smiling. Gimp shook its head side to side and looked down . There was a sticky mess beside its arse and water and sweat from the rubber suit had flooded the floor.
“Get out of there and go down to the front door.” Master unlocked the cage and gimp crawled out with aching limbs. Master gave gimp a punt with His boot and closed the cage door.
Gimp knelt down beside the front door and waited. It could feel its arse was sloppy and wet and someone has put its butt plug back in and zipped up the suit. Gimp could hear talking. Boss and Master came out of the kitchen and Master was holding an envelope full of money. “Well done, gimp. Lets go home”
Story text by RedSkull.