I saw this foto (left) and thought, "That's how I'd look." except there was one thing missing ... a cage on the guy's cock. So, taking the lead from Master Chirenon, I decided to try my hand at photo-editing and putting a cage on the nasty ass free cock. Seems logical. I built the website for Mature Metal and I have all these great hi-rez images of all of their cages ... why not use'em?
It's Summer here in Portland. The sun's been out for a few days drying up all the damp from a winterfull of rain. Temperatures are in the low 80s, rare for this early in the year.
Master and I have been keeping our promise to ourselves to be healthier, eat better, exercise more. Last night master asks, "We should go on a hike this weekend. An overnighter. Be great to fuck you in the woods under the stars. What do you think?"
It was a rhetorical question, really. He's just said we were going. Plus, he knows I'm a sucker for sex in the sun, outdoor sex turns me on so much. Just the thought of laying on my back, legs in the air, His cock buried in my ass as I look passed His face into the starlit sky is enough to get me hard in my cage.
I start preparing all of what we'll need for the overnight hike: couple of backpacks filled with food and supplies for a quick overnight in the forest. We're not like professional hikers/campers but we have enough for this kind of hike.
I make us a hearty breakfast and toss everything into the Jeep. Just as we head for the door he turns to me "Y'know bitch, I think this hike would be the perfect opportunity to wear that utility kilt you got from KiltThis." I dash back to the bedroom, unlace my hiking boots, drop the jeans, and pull out my black kilt. Boots back on and back to the door in a flash. He smiles wickedly and reaches under the kilt to feel my locked cock. As we walk out the door and to the Jeep, we can hear the dog tag locked on my device clicking loudly.
We set out early in the am on a drive out past Mt. Hood to a great trailhead. Surprisingly, there's only one car parked here. It's a little chilly this high up the mountainside and this early in the am; but I suspect we'll be getting pretty warmed up as we start the hike.
We hit the trail head at a good pace, needing to get warmed up. While I can easily stay naked in the house, I'm still a bit self-conscious in the kilt ... especially going commando in the kilt (the joke is "if you wear underwear in a kilt then its a skirt!") ... and even more so, being public in a kilt going commando with a dog tag clicking away advertising that I have a metal cage on my cock.
We hike for some time, chatting, getting up a head of steam. "I think you should take your shirt off. You look hot." I start to protest, but realize it is an order. I drop the back pack and remove my shirt stuffing it inside. We begin again.
A few hours later, the trees have begun to thin and the air getting warmer, and we stop for lunch. Master strips his shirt off now. I prepare lunch watching Him, wanting Him. We eat in silence, enjoying the wonderfully fresh air, the exercise ... just "being." After he's finished eating he walks to me with his hand squeezing his cock. I know what he wants. "Take off the kilt first." I do, and now I am naked except for my hiking shoes. I open my mouth and let his cock slide in.
In no time at all he's rock hard and forcing to the back of my throat. He's really turned on. I can feel him swell and know he's about to blow a load. I suck harder and faster but he yanks my head away "Nope! Not yet bitch!"
I laugh inwardly as I watch him try to stuff his hard throbbing cock back into his jeans.
He digs into his backpack "I've packed a few extras, cunt. I think you'll like'em." He smiles evilly as he pulls out my slave collar and cuffs. "C'mere bitch." I stand up and walk to Him and he puts the leather and steel collar on my neck and locks it on; following with the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. "Ok. I think we're ready for the next part of the hike. We have to get to the campsite before dark."
I grab my kilt and start to put it on. "No, bitch! Fuck. Did I say you could put that back on?" He points to the back pack, "Put it away." I do. He hands me his backpack, "You'll be carrying this too; you need to lose more weight than I do." Now I know why he was so keen to hike today, he's got his naked slave being his mule. I wrangle both backpacks to my shoulders and, naked, I restart the hike.
After awhile I hear him muttering "Fuck what a nice ass.""Such a good bitch.""You love being my whore." and stuff he loves as much as I do. He's turning himself on, rubbing his cock through his jeans.
About mid-afternoon, I can hear sounds of people on the path ahead of us. I can't tell if they are coming toward us or we are simply catching up to them. I look back at my Master and he smiles and motions with his hand to keep going. I'm desperate to put my kilt on. Something.
I can see them in in the near distance. I look back pleadingly to my Master. He's not paying attention. maybe I should take one of the backpacks and hold it in front of me. I'm afraid of being displayed in front of strangers, yet I can feel my cock swell in my cage. Then suddenly they stumble through the last stand of trees and break right into the path in front of me.
They were laughing about something and mumble "Hellos" before it dawns on them I am completely naked. There's four guys and two girls in the late 20s now staring at me. One by one I can see their eyes widen when the realize that not only am I stark naked but that my cock is in a metal cage and I have my slave outfit on. Interestingly enough, I notice the girls smiling the widest. It's only been seconds but then Master touches my shoulder, "Howdy! Come on slave, we've got a hike to finish." and he nudges me forward through and past the group.
There's complete silence for a few moments and the group busts out laughing. I know they're laughing at my cocklette, all locked up in its cage, knowing that I am a total bottom pig who likes taking cock in his ass. Maybe later, they'll start imagining what it would be like to lock up a cock or to be locked. maybe one of the girls will lock one of their boys up. Or maybe two fo the guys are lovers and one locks the other up. Either way, I am turned on and appalled at the same time.
My Master echoes their laughs. "Yer red as a beet!"
We continue our hike, higher up the side of the mountain. And, as the afternoon draws down, we find our camping area and I set everything up for the night. I begin cooking dinner and Master and I chat. Then we eat. I'm not too bad of a cook at home ... camp cookery is not exactly my forte. Master pulls out a flask and some weed.
Dusk is swiftly approaching and I can feel the temperature start to slide down. "C'mere" he says, and I move to him. He motions me to sit between his legs; I do, and he wraps his arms around me. He nibbles my ear, whispering "Love ya bitch" "Love you back Master."
He pulls at my pierced nipples, nibbles at my neck and ear. My temperature rises. My hole begins to twitch, wanting ,,, NEEDING his cock. My cock starts to hurt as the pressure builds and squeezes my scrotum onto the ring. It turns me on even more knowing that the last orgasm I had was over six months ago. I can't hold back "Please fuck me."
He stands up and pulls out his hard cock. I turn and suck the whole thing deep. It's hot. It's throbbing. He's been teasing himself all day looking at my naked body and thinking about all the things he's about to do to me. It feels so wonderful, this cock buried in my throat. I look up, He smiles and begins pulling off his clothes all the while my mouth is suctioned on his cock.
We lay on the blanket by the fire, me on top, and he positions me so he can eat my ass. I moan into the night as I feel his tongue dart across my sensitive hole. He moans too, he loves the sweaty smell of me. He knows that in moments, his cock will be inside. Before long, I'm on my back and he's fishing for lube in the back pack. I try to tell him to just fuck me with spit lube even though he's big enought to hurt for awhile. Just then he finds the lube and strokes his cock with it. He looks into my eyes and shoves two lube-sloppy finger into my ass. I arch my back and grunt with the entry; but as he slides them in and out the pain moves to lust, "Please fuck me".
He grabs my ankles in his hands and aims his cock at my hole. He brings it closer and closer to my hole. My heart is racing. My cock throbbing, hurting in its cage. His cock is at my hole now; a slight pressure begins. I try to relax. Suddenly, he thrusts his cock deep and I let out a little scream of pain and pleasure. All of it is inside me ... this is exactly where I want to be.
He moves his cock in and out while my hole relaxes around it, becoming familiar once again with this intruder. I start moaning ... it doesn't take long as I'm very vocal with cock in my ass. I twist and squeeze my hole around his cock. He starts fucking my a little more swiftly, then faster, rabbit-fucking me. I'm writhing in ecstasy and squealing like a little girl ... or a stuck pig. I grip his face and stare into his eyes as he fucks me. He's got a shit-eating grin on his face cuz he knows this is what I live for ... aggressive pounding.
I look passed his face to the branch-littered sky above me, the stars starting to twinkle on the dusky canvas of the universe. High from the weed, I'm truly living the moment and get lost in the feel of his cock inside me and the stars in the sky. His thrusts increase in depth and pace. He's got his look of concentration on his face as he's trying not to cum so quickly. But the day's excitement is too much and he yowls his orgasm like a wolf. I squeeze my hole around his pulsing cock and he spasms with the sensation. He's pushing his cock as deep as possible, possessing me with his cum. Making me His. Marking me with his seed.
He collapses on top of me with a sigh. He mumbles in my neck and ear how much he loves me. My legs are locked around his waist. I love this moment ... when he's coming down from his orgasm, emotionally vulnerable, hard cock still pulsing inside me ... that's when I truly feel owned.
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