BANDANA BOY PUT TO WORK by bandanas@powerhouse.co.uk
The master prepared Bandana Boy for his day's work on the ranch. It was a hot day and the Master knew that the work would get the boy hot, sweaty and horny.
Naked, the boy waited, arms and legs spreadeagled to the wooden columns holding up the barn. The obligatory bandanas were slung around his neck, and the three stuffed into his mouth made his cheeks bulge. They tasted bitter from the cum which had soaked them the previous night when his Master had subjected him to a ruthless bandana wank, making his cock sore yet ache for more.
The Master arrived with the restraints. A rubber chastity belt was tightened around his waist and his cock and balls pulled through the hole in the front. The Master pulled the bottom strap tightly back between the boy's legs and used it to secure a wide double door knocker butt plug into Bandana Boy's arse. The whole device was secured with padlocks.
Next his cock and balls were wrapped in a bandana and his cock fastened up against the front piece of the chastity belt by tight rubber straps which made any expansion of his cock difficult and very painful.
Around the bandana-covered balls the Master locked four metal shackles which stretched and tightened the balls, making them stand well proud of his body.
The boy was told to get dressed and he put on a flannel shirt and loose button-fly jeans. He knew what was expected and buttoned the fly around his balls which stuck out through the gaps in the buttons showing his bandana bondage off to the world should it ever stray this way.
The Master reached inside the shirt and put clamps on the boy's tits. These he pulled upwards with leather thongs which he clamped onto the boys ear lobes. Each head movement would pull on one or other tit, yet the clamps were so designed to tighten with tension rather than slip.
Next Bandana Boy's feet were wrapped in more bandanas and thrust roughly into leather work boots which the Master laced up tightly.
Around Bandana Boy's waist the master locked a wide leather belt from each side of which ran a chain which ended in a lockable cuff. The chains were long enough to enable the boy to do his work but short enough to prevent him from reaching his tits or arse or head.
The gags in his mouth were secured with a wide folded bandana, another tied as a mask over his nose and mouth and a further one as a cover for his head.
Finally his hands were gloved in bandanas so that the only parts of his own anatomy that could be seen were his deep dark eyes looking expectantly at his Master.
He worked all day collecting straw, sawing and piling logs, sweeping out the barn and obeying his Master's orders. Never once did he shed a single item despite his arse tingling and twitching from the stimulation of the plug, his mouth aching from the gag, and his bladder bursting to piss the two pints of water he has been told to drink before leaving the house.
As it got dark the Master undid the chains and belt and the boy lay face down on the floor. The Master pulled some ropes down from a hook on the wall and secured first the boy's feet, then his hands together, pulling them together until Bandana Boy was just one hog-tied bandana bundle.
The ropes pulled his tits harder and pushed the plug deeper into his arse. His balls bore his own weight as they lay sandwiched between his thighs and the hard floor.
The Master too had been working hard all day, in the sun and was hot and sweaty. He pulled a bandana out of his pocket and gave himself a final wipe down for the day - soaking up the sweat from under his arms, his forehead and around his crotch and arse. The cloth reeked of his body odours.
The Master took the mask off the boy and replaced it with the sodden rag, taking the old mask with him across the floor where he sat against a wall but well within view of the bound boy.
He undid the fly of his trousers and pulled out his cock and balls. Massaging them slowly at first with the bandana he worked his cock until it was hard and then stroked it softly but firmly. Soon he could wait no longer and he pumped away until the bandana was soaked with yet more of his body fluids.
He stood up and went over to the hog-tied boy whose own cock had tried with difficulty to harden and even now was straining against the rubber straps and bandana bondage.
Folding the cun-soaked cloth in two, the Master double- masked the boy and left him for the evening to breathe in his Master's smells and to strain against his bandana bondage.
CONTINUATIONS WELCOME...
Bandana Boy (aka the masked man)