Chapter 1

The harsh desert sun was creating a landscape void of any color. The sand, rocks, and dead branches of former bushes create a barren wasteland that is flat as far as the eye can see. A few pathetic twigs were poking out of the ground, long since having lost any green.  On occasion, the wind would pick up some dust and move it to a new spot in a plain of sand. This was the perfect place to open up on a dirt bike; there was nothing that was going to get in one’s way. 

The sound of a dirt bike racing across the flatland broke the silence of the open desert. Kicking up dust that trialed the biker, Mateo Hernandez, riding his Suzuki RM Z-250, had the throttle fully opened as he raced across the open desert.  His mirrored goggles reflected the passing desert as it flew under his bike.  His hands gripped the throttle and levers, wearing bright orange leather-and-plastic gloves.  He started to slow down, and his dust-covered white Fox motocross boots with four latches on the sides kicked the bike down a gear to reduce speed.  Turning his motorcycle in the return direction, Mateo pauses for a moment, placing his right foot down for balance and letting the bike idle.  He takes hold of the clear tube that went to his hydration backpack.  His orange and black motocross jersey sleeves wave with the slight breeze that comes across the flatland.  Sipping from the hose he puts under his full-face MX helmet, which matched his other gear, he finds the cool water tastes terrific as it cools his body.  As he sips, he adjusts his black chest protector, his goggled and helmeted head panning across the vast desert horizon.  Nothing.  Just fucking nothing.  

His gloved hand reaches down to his crotch, adjusting the cup he wears under the orange-and-black MX pants made of nylon, thick enough to handle the roughness of riding. His MX pants are tucked into his boots.  As he took one more sip from the hydration tube, he lifted his head slightly as he saw a small moving cloud of dust across the desert.

It must be another rider, he thinks. Watching for a moment, Mateo was surprised to find another rider out on the flatlands on a weekday.  On the weekend, Ocotillo Wells was filled with dirt bikes, quads, and dirt buggies.  Guys hang out and drink beer at night, and families ride tiny bikes for their growing kids.  During the week, it is another story; one can have the desert to themselves.  That is why Mateo is here, enjoying the desert all to himself.  It had been weeks since he last rode.  He left his home in Indio early to beat the heat.  But that heat was catching up to him.  Checking the Apple Watch on his wrist, he saw it showing 96 degrees.  He looked out again across the flats and noticed the dust from the other rider had started to form circles.  Mateo realized the other rider was racing around the track carved into the hard desert ground.  Kicking his bike into gear, Mateo revved it and made a beeline to the track.

Mateo reaches the track to find Kieran Moore racing around on his KTM 450 SF-X, taking the jumps quickly and with the grace that allows him to float in the air for a moment.  Mateo parks his Suzuki and watches to gauge what kind of rider this guy is.  

Kieran wears matching gold-and-black Thor race gear, with worn but well-cleaned black MX boots and gold mirrored goggles. At a glance, he catches sight of the Suzuki rider watching him, so Kieran decides to hot dog things a bit. 

Getting an idea of how the KTM rider handles the track, Mateo decides to take him on.  He puts his bike in gear and moves onto the track.  Right away, he passes Kieran to put him on notice.  Glad to have the challenge, Kieran steps up his game and chases after Mateo.  They head into the first curve as Kieran matches Mateo’s speed but can’t get past him, and as they start the second lap, Mateo retakes the lead.  
Racing through a series of whoop-de-dos, Mateo keeps Kieran in his dust, but that is short-lived as another curve allows the KTM rider to catch up to the Suzuki.  Wanting to show who is in charge, Kieran kicks Mateo with his right boot to put his challenger off balance and slow him down. Kieran takes advantage of Mateo’s wobble, exiting the curve in the lead.  He hits the throttle to increase his lead as he takes another turn on the track with no challenge, then leaps over the jump, crossing the finish line.  Mateo follows, pissed that the guy kicked him.
They ride off the track and park next to each other, turning off their bikes. Mateo lifts his goggles to the top of his helmet, glaring at Kieran in disgust. “Gotta win by cheating, huh?”

Kieran leaves his helmet and goggles in place and leans on his handlebars with his arms crossed. He looks out at the track, “Just how it goes.”

Mateo shakes his head.

Kieran decides to relieve the tension. “Nice bike you got.”

Mateo pauses, then looks at Kieran. “Thanks. You are fucking good rider; you didn’t need to kick me.”

Kieran smiled, confident in his riding, as he is in all of his life. “I know. Just thought it would be fun to see how you reacted.”

Mateo shakes his head again, then asks, “Re-match?”

Kieran waves his hand, “Not really. I really didn’t come for track riding today. Thought I’d have a go around to get warmed up. Would you be interested in riding up to the hills to do some trail riding?”

Mateo puts his goggles back in place, starts his bike, and heads to the hills.  Kieran remains on his handlebars, learning, for a few moments, watching Mateo ride to the hills.  He sits up and pats the small pack around his waist.  Starting his bike, he heads in the same direction as Mateo.

They ride into the hills that climb out of the flatland and deep into one of the canyons. Kieran is more familiar with these canyons, so he rides past Mateo, heading far ahead of the less experienced trail rider. It is rocky, so the trails are a challenge.  After a while, Mateo loses Kieran but continues his ride into the canyon. There is no wind in the canyon, and the sun is straight up in the sky.  Under the helmet, Mateo sweats, taking a drink of water from his hydration pack.  

Moving slowly, he comes around the canyon wall to see Kieran before him, who has dismounted his bike, watching as Mateo rides up to where he is parked.  Mateo gets off his bike and takes a few steps to Kieran.  Looking down the canyon, Mateo doesn’t notice as Kieran reaches up and grabs the faceplate of Mateo’s helmet, pulling him closer.  

“One thing, boy, I don’t cheat!” Kieran states with a snarl.

Mateo has spun around, and Kieran has him in cop-issued police cuffs in a flash.  

“What the fuck?!” Mateo protests as he struggles in the cuffs.  “It was just a short race, dude; no need to go bat shit crazy on me!”

Kieran pushes Mateo to his knees on the rocky desert floor.  He stands in front of the kneeling MXer, taking the underside of his helmet and lifting it so the guy sees this dominating man standing over him, then spits onto his goggles.  

“Just where you should be, boy. Kneeling before your Boss!”

“What the fuck is this shit?” Mateo questions what is going on as he struggles against the cuffs that keep him helpless.

Kieran kicks Mateo between his legs, which surprises Mateo more than the pain from the cup he wears.  Not getting the response to his kick that he expected, Kieran reaches down to discover the cup and laughs.  

“Damn, I can’t abuse your nuts, can I?!”

Continuing to rub Mateo's crotch, Mateo gains his wits and brings himself back up from bending over. There is a slight moan of pleasure from Mateo, and that catches Kieran’s attention. 

“Oh, seems we’ve found something out about you.” Kieran places the pleasure of this guy in the back of his mind for the time being.

The KTM rider stops working the cup as Mateo moans again.  Laughing, Kieran opens the zipper on his black MX pants, pulling out his cock that is eight inches, pointing directly at the kneeling captive.  Mateo looks at this guy’s dick, then looks up at the rider in black looking down at him.  Liquid splashes on Mateo’s goggles as Kieran pisses on him.  It flows quickly down his goggles, under his helmet, and onto his lips and chin. Then Kieran directs his piss to flow all over the cuffed Mateo.  

Mateo feels the warm piss soak into his jersey as it runs under the plastic of the chest protector.  While it is humbling, it does cool him off.  After a long piss, Kieran reaches down and pulls Mateo’s helmet up and away from his captive’s face.  Without hesitation, Kieran plunges his cock deep into Mateo’s throat, passing his lips and hearing him gag as it settles into the human hole.

After a slight pause, Kieran quickly pulls his cock out and then plunges it back in. Over and over, he plunges the biker's face, keeping a tight grip on the helmet that controls the cuffed guy.  Spit fills Mateo’s mouth, coughing up phlegm as the biker in black cock head keeps striking Mateo’s gag point.  The heat, sweat, and piss with the heavy gear he wears make Mateo feel more like an object that the biker uses for his pleasure.  The piss begins to smell in the helmet, and his wrists hurt as the cuffs cut into his skin, as Mateo struggles with the heavy use by this stranger out here in the middle of the desert.  Kieran says nothing as he has taken complete control of his prisoner, showing the captive that he is the fuck hole that he is meant to be.  

Thinking of the heavy boots he wears, the helmet and goggles that keep his identity secret from the hole he is fucking, Kieran gets harder.  He enjoys watching the boy gag and struggle against the cuffs.  He knows they are cutting into the skin and becoming painful, and that makes Kieran harder.  Debating if he wants to shoot his load now or hold it for later, he plunges his hard dick even deeper, causing the Suzuki rider to gag even more.  Mateo is begging for him to stop between thrusts, causing Kieran to do it harder and faster.  

One more deep penetration, and Kieran holds his cock deep in the throat of this cuffed rider.  Breathing heavily, he holds back from releasing his sperm, then pushes Mateo off his dick, where Mateo falls to his side against the rocky ground, catching his breath.  

Kieran slowly gains his composure, putting his pecker back into his pants.  Looking down, the cuffed and piss-soaked Mateo reflects in his goggles.  Reaching down, he pulls the MXer up to his feet with a struggle.  He moves Mateo to stand against his Suzuki, leaning him back over the bike's seat.  Kieran reaches into his pack and pulls out a metal device. He then unzips and lowers Mateo’s MX pants.  Gently stroking the cup, Mateo pushes his cup crotch towards Kieran’s gloved hand; this makes Kieran laugh as he can see he is gaining control of this biker. 
Grabbing Mateo’s jock cup, the black biker takes the plastic and throws it out into the desert, leaving just the cloth jock strap. With Mateo’s cock exposed and hard, Kieran then starts installing the heavy metal chastity device on his captive. Rings are installed around the base of the MXer’s cock and balls, then a tiny one-inch ring lowers his balls. Next, his cock is slid into a metal tube that attaches to the rings. Kieran isn’t gentle as Mateo moans and moves with some discomfort.  He is punched in the stomach by Kieran and told to stand still.  Once the cage is in place, a lock is placed on the rings, and his balls are squeezed tightly by Kieran’s gloved hand.  Mateo looks to the sky as his balls are crushed, taking the pain as well as he can.  With a few taps of his gloved hand, Kieran returns the MX pants to position and zips them.

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Kieran turns Mateo around, pushing his chest down on the Suzuki while removing the cuffs.  After putting the cuffs back into his pouch, Kieran shoves the cock locked biker off the Suzuki. As Mateo reaches down to feel the steel locked on his cock, Kieran mounts his bike.  Starting it and revving it, he looks at Mateo rubbing his crotch.

 “Follow me, fucker.” orders Kieran.

With that, the black biker rides off as Mateo, with no time to think about what just happened and what he is locked in, races to get back on his bike.  In moments, he is chasing after the KTM and out of the canyon.  

As he rides down the rocky canyon trail, Mateo feels the cage on his cock knock on the gas tank of his Suzuki, making him do much of his riding standing. When the metal device touches the tank, the bike's vibration makes Mateo feel even hornier. While standing to ride, he feels the weight of the device tug on his cock and balls, increasing the pressure as he gets hard from the movement.  Mateo keeps his eyes on the trail as well as keeping the biker in sight before him.  He can’t lose the guy as he has the key to his next erection. At the same time, Mateo wonders what this guy is up to and how far he will take things.  

He finally reaches the flat land and sees the dust trail from the KTM. Pulling the throttle wide open, Mateo gives chase.  

As the two riders race across the flatland, Mateo spots an RV ahead and watches the KTM rider pull up to it, dismount, and quickly enter the RV.  Mateo can’t believe the guy gets into the RV without waiting for him. 

Mateo arrives at the RV, ending his ride as he dismounts his bike. Standing on his booted feet, he adjusts his cock in his pants as the cage is something to get used to.

 Knocking on the door, Mateo asks to come in.

“Is that you cock sucker?” Kieran responds from inside the RV.

Mumbling under his breath, “Who does this fucker think he is?”

“I think I’m in control here.” 

This surprises Mateo, who was heard mumbling.

“Tell me you’re the cock sucker, and I’ll let you in.”

Mateo goes to slam the door with his fist, but stops short and looks out across the flatland in frustration. He would leave right now, but he’s fucked because of the steel trap his cock is locked in.  He wavers a bit, then, without thinking, puts his hands behind his back, standing directly in front of the door.

“Your cock sucker is here.”

There is no sound in the RV, no movement.  Still, with his helmet on, Mateo looks up at the door and the nearby window.  He takes a big swallow. “Your cock sucker is here, Sir.” The last word comes slowly from his throat.

A slight pause, and the door opens and Mateo steps in.  Once inside, he looks around briefly, then notices that the KTM rider is still wearing his helmet and goggles, hiding his identity. Standing to the side of Mateo, Kieran’s arms are crossed as he looks over his new captive.

“I think you should show me some respect by kneeling,” Kieran directs.

This pisses Mateo off, “You fucking crazy, no way –”

Realizing he isn’t going to change this guy's mind, he stops midsentence and cooperates.  He adjusts his crotch again as he kneels before the rider and decides to look at his black boots instead of at him.

Patting Mateo on the helmet, “You did very well, boy; it seems to come naturally to you.”

Mateo looks up at the rider in surprise, then returns his glance to the boots. Humbly, he responds to the compliment, “Thank you, Sir.” Again, that last word was delayed, but he said it.

“What is your name, boy?”

Mateo looks at him again, not wanting to answer.

“I ask you again, boy, what is your name?”

“Mateo, Sir.” He hesitated but thought giving a first name wouldn’t hurt.  

“And your last name, boy?”

Now that was going too far.  Mateo shook his head and said he wouldn’t be giving that.

The KTM rider leans down, taking Mateo’s helmet by the face bar, looking directly into his goggles.

 
“You’re going to give me the information.”

Kieran lets go and sits at the table, leaving Mateo on his knees. “You can decide to not tell me now, and I will kick your ass out the door.  You’ll go home and find that your cock and balls are securely locked up, and if you try to pull that steel cage off, you will do great harm to yourself. Then you’ll end up calling the Paramedics to help cut it off, and they’ll have to file a report.  I have access to all emergency calls in my life, and I will keep watching for a call about a boy like you who had to have a steel device removed by Paramedics. Your name and location will be listed. Can you imagine what will happen after I know that information?”

Kieran kicks the boy with his boot in the chest, making him lose his balance and fall to the floor. Mateo works his way back to his knees, putting his hands behind his back.

“Why are you doing this?” Mateo asks.

“Your last name, please.”

Kieran is about to kick Mateo again.

“Hernandez, Sir, Hernandez,” Mateo blurts out and then looks down at the ground.

“Thank you, boy. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Mateo is silent, still looking at the ground.

“Boy?”

“No, Sir, it wasn’t.”

“Good boy. Where do you live?”

“Outside of Palm Springs, Sir.”

“Excellent boy, I can see how you would know something about sucking cock living there. What do you do for work?”

“Mason work, construction.”

“Skilled labor in many ways.  It may be useful in the future. You’re doing well, boy. Now you were a fucking good cock sucker out there in the canyon; you have been a cock sucker before?”

Mateo looks at Kieran again.  He pauses, then realizes he isn’t getting out of this as long as this rider has him in this camper, so he had better be honest.

“Yes, Sir, I have.”

“What is your experience, sucker?”

“I’ve been with guys most of my life. I’ve fucked a few, been fucked by more.”

“Do you like sucking cock, boy?”

“Yes, Sir, I like bringing pleasure to a man.”

“A man like me, one you don’t even know?”

“You seem like you take control easily, and I am surprised you have done what you have done.”

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“It is my life, and in my life, I control the world I am in and those that serve me,” Kieran notes with confidence.

Mateo looks up at Kieran.

“Yes, boy, those that serve me. I think you understand what I’m talking about.

“Sir, may I ask your name?”

“Ah, changing the subject. You may ask, as you just did, but you’re not going to get an answer just yet.”

Kieran taps Mateo’s caged cock with his boot. “You getting used to that yet?  You like me controlling you so much that you won’t be able to get hard when you suck cock?”

Mateo adjusts on his knees, starting to hurt while having the pads in his MX pants.  He reaches up and feels his cock in the steel.

 
“First time in chastity, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You can look at me now, boy.”

Mateo looks up at this rider in black-and-gold gear, checking out his boots and wondering what lies behind those mirrored goggles and that helmet.  His voice carries an air of authority, implying that the guy expects submission from those around him.  He was very confident in taking Mateo into the canyon and using him, then locking him in chastity. The guy doesn’t seem to know what hesitation is.  

“Why me, Sir?

“You, oh, fuck boy. You caught my interest when we were racing. I always like a challenge, and I just had a vibe that you would be able to take my cock and serve me.  I now think you are far more talented than you are letting on, and in time you’re going to be an excellent find.”

“Not sure what you mean.” Mateo has some doubts about what the biker is talking about, but in his heart, he also understands where this might be headed.

“Oh, playing the innocent victim, huh? Well, that will work for now, but in time, you’ll learn that I can’t be played like that, and you will be very sorry for even thinking I would fall for it.”

Mateo doesn’t know how to respond to that, so he doesn’t.

“Get on your hands and knees, boy.”

Pausing for a moment, Mateo does.  Kieran stands and places his boots on Mateo’s gloved hands. Mateo lets out some moans of pain as the heavy, thick boots crush his hands.

“You want that steel off our cock and balls, Mateo?”

The use of his name surprises him. Mateo nods that he would like the device removed.

“Alright, I will remove it tomorrow night when you meet me at The Barracks. You know the Barracks, right, boy?”

With some anguish in his voice, “Yes, Sir.”

“You will be there promptly at 2200 hours; we will have a discussion about your future.”

“How will I know you, Sir?”

Chuckling, “Oh, you will know me, boy, you’ll know.”

Kieran steps off Mateo’s hands. Mateo moves to sit on his knees, rubbing his hands. “Sir, can you please –” 

“Don’t even ask it, boy; you’ve done well up to now. Don’t fuck up at this point. You know you’re dying to know who I am, and this way, you will show up. Just what I want you to do.”

Tapping his boot on Mateo’s cock again, “Now get the fuck out of here and think about me tonight and what it’s like to be locked up like you are.”

Mateo gets up, goes to the door, looks back at the KTM rider as he crosses his arms, and watches the boy exit.

Mateo gets outside, goes to his bike, and climbs aboard. Starting it, he twists the throttle a couple of times, thinking about what just happened.  Kicking it into gear, Mateo rides off into the flats towards his truck. As he rides, he thinks about the day’s events.  

Finally, Mateo allows him to appreciate what he has experienced, liking that he found a guy who has taken control without all the questions and answers.  Mateo has been seeking a Master's in his life, a Master's that would take control and train him to be a good boy and eventual boy.  That this guy likes motorcycles, and hopefully, the gear is a bonus.  Speeding up, there is freedom in Mateo as he flies across the sand.  He starts to get hard and is quickly reminded that he is locked up and not going to be jacking off in his piss-soaked gear when he gets home.
Arriving back at his Dodge Ram, he rides his bike up the metal ramp into the bed.  He dismounts and installs the ties to secure the bike.  Pushing the ramp into the bed, he climbs down and slams the tailgate shut.  He takes his helmet off and wipes the sweat from his forehead and face with his jersey sleeve.  Going to the driver’s door, he tosses his helmet in and looks back toward where KTM rider RV is.  There is a very slight grin on his face while he grabs his crotch.  He climbs into his red 4x4, closes the door, and starts it up.  Putting the truck into drive, he heads out onto the main highway for a long night of frustration at being locked up and reliving the day's events.

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