the punishment

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Sir was disappointed by something I had done online, and he felt embarrassed. He was also disappointed that I had cum one day before I was allowed to. So, he wanted me punished. But since we live 2000 miles apart, he can't do it in person. A good friend that I introduced to Sir over the holiday was coming over to visit this weekend. My friend is considered my brother in some ways, for he wants to serve Sir as a slave boy also. I was doing some web work for my brother, and that is why he was coming over Sunday.

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Sunday arrived, and my brother showed up. I was surprised to see him in his army BDU’s and boots.  But figured he enjoyed wearing them. We got to work on his website. After about an hour, we started talking about gear, and he mentioned he'd never seen me in my full leathers. He said he had his digital camera, and we could take some pictures for Sir. Well, I hesitated, but he finally talked me into putting on my leathers.

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I put on my leather pants and chaps, because he wanted the full treatment. A leather jacket and the tank boot he had given me followed. He also suggested gloves and, to top it off, my hood. He took a picture or two of me in this leather. I hadn’t worn my leather in a very long time, and it felt good. He suggested that we might do one or two bondage shots. So, I agreed, and he found some of the rope I had around from my solo bondage days.

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He tied my hands behind my back, more tightly than I expected for just taking some pictures. I struggled a bit and could tell I wouldn’t be able to undo them.  But to make sure, he took the duct tape and also wrapped my hands with it, along with my wrists. He grabbed my leather jacket and was staring right into my eyes, with an intensity that I hadn’t seen in him. 

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Now I began to worry: what was going on here? He told me to lick his boots, and I hesitated. He slapped me across the face, and I knew then that something was very different here.

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I got down on my knees and extended my tongue through the hole in the leather hood as I cleaned his army boots. As he sat on the bed, he kept his over-booted foot on the back of my neck, making sure I didn’t get up too high. During all this, he verbally abused me, calling me a fucking slave boy, a loser that the army would never take and that Sir was making a big mistake for accepting such a shit boy like me.

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When I finished both of his boots, he made me kneel. He took the gas mask that he had given me and put it over the leather hood, pulling it snugly against my face. My breathing was now only through the 18" hose that was attached. He took duct tape and started blocking my sight, layer after layer, until I was in total darkness. He took the outer material of the hood and tucked it into my jacket, then wrapped tape around my neck and head so no air could escape. I truly could only breathe through the hose.

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He pushed me to the floor, and I fell forward. He tied my feet together and then taped them too.

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He dragged me to my closet and worked me on top of the few pairs of boots that were in my closet, on my back. I struggled and pleaded the whole time. At times, the hose would suck onto a boot or something else, and my breathing would stop. The position I was in wasn’t the worst, but it wasn’t the best either. I really didn’t know what he was up to, because this was totally unexpected. He is a boy like me. And for him to take control of me like this is out of the blue. He unzips my leather jeans and fishes my cock and balls out. Then he ropes them tightly, slapping them and knocking from time to time. I struggle but can’t go anywhere. He strings them to the hanger bar in the closet, tightly... if I move, I really pull on them. I feel him do something with the hose, and soon I can smell the leather and odor of inside a boot.

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I hear the closet door slam shut...I listen carefully, but mostly I hear just my breathing. What is he doing outside there, and how long am I going to be left this way? I am really scared now, for he could be doing gawd knows what. I was really trying not to think bad thoughts about him, because we had become really good friends. Then, between breaths, I heard a noise I really didn’t want to. I knew it was the front door slamming. He had left my apartment, leaving me totally helpless. My balls stretched, breathing a smelly boot, my hands and feet in tight restrictive bondage and sweating in full leather.

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Anyone who has been in bondage knows that time passes at its own speed. And when you are literally in the dark, you have no concept as to what time it could be. All I know is that my hands were getting tired. I have spent a great deal of time struggling to get free, but the tug on my balls told me I couldn’t do much. At times, with all this struggling, the hose in the boot would get pushed against the sides and block my breathing.

 

 

All I know is that I had been like this for a very long time, most likely several hours. Would my brother return to let me loose? I hated this and felt a strong hatred for him for doing this.

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Then the closet door opened; I heard it. I didn’t hear anything up to that point, but I hadn’t been concentrating on it. I could hear not one, but two voices. The second couldn’t believe his eyes at the sight of this totally leathered guy, hooded, taped, helpless, with his balls strung up laying on a bunch of boots, with a gag mask hose sucking in the aroma of an old boot. Someone picked up the hose from the mask, and my breathing started to shudder; it was getting hard. Then I felt liquid coming in around the mask, and I could do nothing but start to drink, or I would drown. It was salty and bitter, and I knew someone was pissing in the hose. Now I was upset with my brother for doing this to me...this was totally uncalled for. The piss kept coming, and I struggled to keep up my breathing between my swallowing, struggling in my bondage.

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The piss finally stopped, and the odor filled the mask. Then it started again, and as I was struggling with the piss and breathing, someone was working my cock. I was totally helpless; I couldn’t get free; I was drowning in piss, and someone wanted me to shoot my load.

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And before I knew it, I was. I could hear them laughing at me, as they finished pissing and finished working my cum out of my dick.

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The closet door was shut again. After a while, this piss-smelling, cum covered leather boy was released by the balls and dragged out into the room. They cut the tape off the mask, and they told me to keep my eyes shut. Duct tape was wrapped around the hood as I breathed the fresh air. While the work was done on my head, someone was slapping my semi-limp dick.

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Soon, I was licking another pair of boots that were not brothers.  When I was done with the boots, I was on my knees, and someone’s cock was shoved in my mouth. As I was doing my best job on their cock, someone undid my leather pants and chaps and dropped them, revealing my ass. Now I was really worried. I couldn’t believe that brother would rape me in the ass. he knew that I was very tight, and this situation was getting way out of hand.  Then I felt it: he was wearing a leather belt, and it walloped my ass, and then another and another. For a moment, I forgot what I had in my mouth and was quickly reminded of my job. I concentrated on this dick, filling all the way back to my throat, as my ass was beat, hard, over and over.

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It took a while, and my ass was sore, and I know red, as the cock in my mouth started to shudder. I wanted it out, but they held my head in place, and they came in my mouth! I couldn’t believe this! As they came, the paddling stopped, and my cock was grabbed and worked until I couldn’t hold back no more and came again.

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I was pushed to the floor and made to lick the cum off the boots. Then they took off the hood, and I saw Brother and his friend, another army buddy in BDUs. They both had big grins on their faces. Brother lay on the floor next to me and hugged me. He told me that Sir had ordered him to give me this punishment. He knew that I didn’t like long-term bondage and that the spankings would remind me of my transgressions. I had been in the closet for four hours, and Brother had taken digital pictures to send to Sir. The cum I had swallowed was Brother's, and he did that on his own since we were going to be brothers in slavery. I had just one order left to follow out for my punishment, well, two. I was to suck off Brother's army friend, with me in my BDUs and in bondage, as well as let him put me through a workout.

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Then my final order was to write this all down... which you have now read.

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