Road Dog

"Oh, now you want to speak? Sure you don't want to just lick boots? Drive around like a boy toy, without any repercussions? Tease men? Go along with your immature fantasies? Welcome to the big leagues, boy."

Bryan knew better than to chirp back to the man. He was frightened, but obviously knew his place. He could get kicked in the teeth or beaten to a pulp right here if he played this wrong.

Daddy called out to Randy, who was coming back with the tool bag and dropped it nearby: "Rand you got any chain?"

"Sure, no prob, boss" and Randy went back down to his truck. Bryan's knees began to hurt on the asphalt and he began to shuffle. The whole encounter up to this point had been less than one minute, but time had seemed to slow down. The beautiful day was contrasted by this crazy situation and the huge black man that was now dominating him and rummaging through an obvious kink tool kit.

"You can call me Daddy. In case you haven't figured that out yet, boy."

"Yes Daddy." The words came out of Bryan's mouth before he could even realise it. It was like he had a spell on him.

"And you can count on using that a lot," he put in nonchalantly. At the same time, Bryan heard the bag go quiet and then a big warm hand on his ball sack. His balls had been hanging in the sun and felt warm, hung low, and were now in the massive hands of this truck driver. Cold steel then zapped his skin and sent a shiver through him. A tugging and pulling of his sack for a few seconds resulted in a 10kg ball stretcher locked to Bryan's nuts. He felt the weight immediately and let out another long groan, followed by a whimper: "Unnnngh. Agh."

"Still no contest. Ha. You are something else, boy. This should be fun... for me."

Randy came back with the sound of clanking chain links. Bryan looked over at him just one second before he felt a hood being pulled over his head. Daddy was firm and quick. It smelled like strong new leather and was over his neck in no time.

The last thing Bryan saw was Randy's crooked smile, devious eyes, licking his lips and waltzing back to this now brutally intense situation with at least 6 feet of middle-gauge steel chain. This had truly escalated quickly.

His sight was blacked out, hearing slightly muffled, he moved his jaw to realize that the hood thankfully had an open mouth. He sighed a breath of relief that he would no longer have to look at these men. He wouldn't have to fully acknowledge their presence during his predicament. The humiliation was so tremendous, he'd take any refuge he could find. He could hide behind the hood and let fate take course.

He could still hear the rush of cars passing by and a few birds chirping in the air. The pressing sensation of the ball stretcher was distracting him from the conversation of the men, but he tried hard to hear their words. It wasn't hard to make out each man's voice:

Daddy: "Go back...open up th- *inaudible*..."

Randy: "..mm mm Boss... yep... right "

Daddy: "...need a shave and p--..." Another big truck zoomed past and cut the sentence short for a few seconds. "--chet right. OK?"

Randy: "ha! Oh, really?!... mm..Nice... *inaudible muffled sounds*"

Daddy: "Yep... uhuh... See you later."

There was a chilly wind that hung steadily in the air.

Bryan felt his balls being tugged and could make out the sound of the chain being led from him. There was an audible click* of a heavy lock and then the pulling feeling of a drop that made Bryan's cock swell up. The sturdy chain was locked to his balls. He was on a leash of leather and a lead chain of steel latched to his balls.

The arousal and sensory deprivation had hardened his nipples again. He could feel his rock hard nips rubbing gently under his shirt in the wind. The whole situation terrified him, but in his gut and nuts he felt his own lust building. With indescribable flashbacks to his poppered up joyride just moments ago, he had to realize that he had thrust himself into this situation as a somewhat willing subject.

Deep down, he had to admit somewhere inside him he had wanted to be caught. Wisely, he knew this would help him comply and hopefully have some fun too. He groaned as tantalizing and gross truck stop fantasies flashed in his brain. Gloryholes and blumpkins, asslicking and piss guzzling filled his head for an instant. He felt his hole throb unexpectedly and he was getting more turned on when he heard Daddy call out to him: "OK boy, get up."

Bryan was spinning. He heard the recognizable sound of his 4Runner's V6 engine starting up. Rand had obviously grabbed the keys and fired it up. He heard the transmission shift into gear and the tires screech. He shrieked and cried, "Nooo! Sir! Er, Daddy! Noo please. I swear we ca--."

He was making a good amount of noise and pleading sincerely. Daddy simply didn't seem to be affected by the cries and he stepped forward to shove a large open mouth spider gag in Bryan's mouth. It was steel that had been coated in rubbery plastic. Bryan felt his tongue thrashing around for the walls of this mouth and felt drool begin pooling in the sides of his lower gums. "Ngggh, ugh," he groaned, still trying to form words of plea.

Daddy spoke as he worked to secure the gag: "Now boy, quiet down. You know you are trapped. You know you also wanted this. I have seen your kind me before."

Bryan let out a panged, "glughhh, luddy," in attempt to cry out to his new master through the gag.

"Sssh boy. Quiet down and listen up -- You have two choices here. Since you have a nice cock and big hairy chest- pretty hot build too- I want to offer you a position as an omega man on my team. We need more strong guys to work the herd."

The words made Bryan's spine shiver. He was wide eyed as the strong and assertive man continued on after a quick pause. He hung on each word.

"Or... you can be a sissy." Bryan's stomach dropped and he groaned again, shuddering. "Ohh, look at that reaction. Hah. Balls hurt? When you think about losing them? Ahh boy. Don't you worry. For your balls are a brilliant bargaining chip."

Bryan couldn't see it, but the man winked at him and was biting his lip as his eyes searched his naked athletic frame. Bryan was burning inside with humiliation at being turned on by the thought of being turned out as a truckstop sissy. He felt his cock growing. The shame was like a red hot piece of iron in his lower belly. It felt like passion.

Daddy carried on with his monologue:

"Once a path is chosen, there really is not going back. Consider it some form of destiny to become what you are. Or, in this case, what you will be.

Since it is early afternoon and my route up to Oakland is a breeze, I have some extra time to play with you.

Rand has generously parked your cute Toyota in the back of his trailer. Don't worry, it's safe. It should go for a sweet price at auction."

Bryan panicked and sweat built immediately. Tha anxiety was intensely blinding him.

"Now, do you want to choose your path? Or do you need more time to consider what sounds best? Slave... or Sissy? Servant... or Suckhole? I think I know which one your cock likes more, based on your reactions, boy."

It's true, his cock was stiff as a board, and it would twitch and flinch at Daddy's mention of his becoming a sissy whore.

"You know what... fuck it, boy... I'm not going to give you the choice. We can roll some dice or spin the Wicked Wheel later, but you are for sure a sissy. You're too cute to be a slave. We can hunt down some bigger and stronger omegas for the pack. Sounds good? OK. Good. Follow me"

The way in which the man spoke shook Bryan to his core. There he was, about to live out his roadside fantasy, listening to the man speak to him through the blackout hood. He was gagged and unable to reply, and led from the chain link leash locked to his nut sack. He had no option but to comply and follow the muscular man back to the cab of his truck. They stood outside the open passenger door of the truck, pulled over on the side of the highway. Bryan's breathing began to settle as he accepted his fate, and that he had no chance of escape.

"Take your shirt off, boy."

Bryan nervously grabbed at the side of his black t-shirt and pulled it over his head. He tossed it to the ground and felt immediately aware of his complete nakedness. "So wicked," he thought.

"Now boy, we need to get you looking the part ASAP. And for that matter, you won't be called "boy" for much longer. Your new name, if you want to call it that, will be Slut. Just as I am named Daddy, our names should be very self explanatory.

To remind you of your new name and help introduce yourself to others, I am going to help you out."

Bryan heard the man rummaging through his work bag and then a squeaky *clack*. It was the sound of a marker cap. Bryan could recognize the familiar squeaking sound of the Sharpie, and only a moment later felt the broad felt tip of the permanent marker being pressed against his chest.

He felt the letters being slowly and heavily drawn out by the man.

He could make out the S, slowly.. L.... U... T. and an exclamation point !

"Unngh gaahl," struggled Bryan. Daddy let out a chuckle.

"That looks nice, boy. I think I'll add a few more."

Daddy began writing on his left thigh but wrote too quickly for Bryan to make out the letters. The market then pressed gently into his right thigh and Bryan shivered as the writing continued. Across his lower back and ass now, Daddy was marking his territory, literally. On the boy's legs it now read: "Use Me" on the left quad, then "PLEASE" on his right. On his tramp stamp lower back section: "Ten Buck Truck Fuck", and below on his left ass cheek: "$10"

Bryan had been reduced to a cheap fuck. A very cheap fuck. His right ass cheek was unmarked until SMACK! Daddy came down with a heavy-handed spank, almost instantly leaving a 5-star hand imprint.

"Ogh!" Bryan yelped.

"Heh, You look good, Slut. But I want you looking even better. I have some clothes for you. Well, sort of clothes. I'm taking off the hood now. You seem like you've accepted your place a bit by now. Is that right?"

"Nggh Hnng" Bryan nodded through the gag and under the hood, receptively. He was still pretty erect, so he didn't have a lot of room to argue.

"Good. Now step up in the cab."

He grabbed Daddy's hand and stepped up and in, blindly, nakedly. He felt his leg bump the seat as he was led into the back of the truck's massive cab. He could stand up fully and was overwhelmed with a smell of cigar, musk, sweat, sex, and other manly olfactory sensation.

"Kneel down, Slut"

Bryan obeyed and he felt hands on his neck and head. He felt Daddy's massive fingers dip into his open mouth, teasing the walls of his mouth and getting wetted by his tongue. More drool formed by this seductive tease.

The hood was unlatched and pulled from his head. His eyes expected a bright day and he held them shut for a moment, scared of what he might see. He slowly opened them to find the cab was dimmed with tinted windows and that Daddy must be behind him. He looked down to see his legs and chest with the body writing. He was turned on by the thick black marker strokes, but so afraid who might see them. He didn't have a chance to be afraid very long as he heard Daddy pipe up again:

"Here, Slut. Put these on, now." He dropped a pile of clothes and heavy sounding shoes between Bryan's bent knees and began unlocking the chain from the ball stretcher.

Bryan fell back on his heels as his eyes gazed down and scanned the pile. He picked up the garments with surprise, delight, disgust, and despair.

There was a mix of black, pink, and glitter. Bright pink cheeky crotchless panties sat on top of the pile. There was a pair of white small-knit fishnets, thigh high, and the kind that shimmer with little diamonds woven into the fabric. Bryan was stunned and his nipples perked up rapidly. Under the fishnets was a barbie pink onesie. Made of soft neoprene and a sturdy wetsuit zipper up the racerback cut, there was a locking mechanism to the zipper and collar. The stretchy pink swimsuit material looked tight and slutty, but became even more tantalizing when Bryan noticed that it was crotchless and for a small part, assless. To the left side of the soft clothes laid a pair of matching pink 4" heels with platforms and open toes. The straps for the ankles had holes for locks. Finally, above the pile was a set of fuzzy pink kitten ears. All the pink was well coordinated for a barbie princess. Sparkles kept catching his eye as he took in the youthful femininity of the attire. The whole sight was dizzying for the Slut.

He didn't know it, but Daddy had been watching him. He knew that little boys like Bryan who thought they were tough guys often had quite a time adjusting to the fact that they were deeply turned on by wearing prissy lingerie. He wasn't sure on the specifics or science, but knew it was something Freudian or Darwinian or something like that, that made slutty boys into active whores. Any of the boys who tried to explain why they were "into it" were quickly silenced by a gag or force. Daddy hated smart asses and too much talking.

Daddy thought to himself: "Wow, this Slut is really appalling. Maybe worth more than $10. Look how mesmerized he is. Can't believe she was actually wearing that collar on the highway! Ha. Too good."

Of course, Daddy knew absolutely zero real men who would ever willingly wear a collar and leash, let alone bedazzled pantyhose and pink high heels. Daddy's devious delights had only recently included the kitten ear headband. It started as a joke after some dumb whore had left it in his truck around Halloween. Ever since then, Daddy had enjoyed forcing self-described 'masculine' men in pink prissy gear. There was something so intoxicating to him about the power of forcing a male into such compromising female situations. He was often amazed at just how quickly some boys slunk into their gurlhood.

"Hurry up, on with it, Slut!" barked Daddy.

Bryan hustled to get the fishnets on. Ironically, he had worn pantyhose as a boy (his sister's), and later on purchased fishnets and hose of his own, so he did know somewhat how to get ready. His hands were cold and nervous and he realized that his boner had gone away. In fact, his nuts had shriveled up significantly, minus the stretcher that kept them away from his body. He was grateful that the chain no longer pulled them down and out.

The collar around his neck jingled the the short leash, still connected, was really annoying him. He knew better than to fuck with it and that he had no chance of getting away anyhow, with no car, a big gag in place, and a weight on his balls. Daddy really had him by the nuts, and plus, he was very intrigued where the hell this was going. "Too far gone," Slut thought to himself.

The one-piece swimsuit was smooth and silky to slide on, despite being tight. When Bryan had it half way up, Daddy approached and helped him assertively slide down into the bodysuit. He zipped the back quickly for Bryan and held a hand on his shoulder. Bryans balls, heavy and locked, fell through the crotchless opening and hung, lonely. His cock had been trapped behind the spandex-lycra-latex-rubber crotch piece of the suit. Tightly pressed to his body, his cock bulged and throbbed.

"Slut, you are moving like you know what you are doing. Not your first time in slutwear, clearly. Are you into this?"

There was no reply as the boy held his breath. He was again uncertain how to reply.

"Too late. Doesn't matter!" And a lock clicked on the zipper to the collar.

"You seem shocked, Slut... Not! You really are in for a treat, if you are into any of this."

Indeed shocked, Bryan knew he had to proceed. Willingly he stepped forward and upward into the high heels. Thankfully that they weren't a sharp stiletto, he knew at least stood some chance of not breaking an ankle. The knobby heel and platforms felt stable, and he realized how successful they were in perking up his ass and legs. The Slut felt his posture change, back straighten, and his chest push out. He breathed and moaned heavily, wishing he could see himself.

Last was the kitten ears, which Daddy had in hand. "Here you go, kitty. Stick your tongue out for me again and I'll let you complete the look!"

Painfully from the open gag, Bryan stuck out his tongue and let out another deep groan, showcasing his lust and obedience. He was doing as asked of him in hopes of surviving the situation, and getting so worked up in the process.

Daddy fixed the ears on top of his head and stood him up. "Ha! Nice. Wish you could see yourself. I've been meaning to get a whole mirror in here. There one down the road we can take you to. They have some great bean burritos there too, if you know what I mean..."

Bryan was wide-eyed and remained stunned, still not fighting to get away.

"Slut, you seem terrified and turned on. Which is it? I think it's time you speak up for yourself. Want to explain how and why you are here, now, with Me?" He pinched both of Bryan's nipples with both of his large rough fingers. His stern voice was stirring up powerful feelings inside of Bryan as he listened.

Daddy reached up to undo the gag from behind, at last. It fell away quickly with a long trail of slime and drool.

Bryan gasped and licked his lips and moved his mouth and jaw around. Sore and stunned, he was working his tongue over his teeth when he realized Daddy was not done. By his mercy, he was reapplying this open mouth hood.

As he finished lacing the hood over Bryan, the Slut felt much safe back in complete darkness and more muffled sounds of his surroundings. As before, his master's voice was strong enough to hear through the leather.

"Speak. Now, Slut" rattled Daddy.

Bryan licked his lips and wet his mouth with saliva one last time.

"Daddy... I was just having a bit of fun with the collar. I love... panties.. and pet play. You are right. But. I-I-I never thought this was possible..."

He was on the verge of crying behind the hood, but was searching for the right words to make himself and his position truly known to Daddy.

"...I have never been, erm, tied up. I have kinky fantasies. But why? Why me Daddy?"

Daddy laughed. "Haha! Boy. Slut. You basically had it written across your forehead by wearing that collar. The first time you tried on panties, you became a sissy. The first time you tried on a leather collar, you became a slave. It's pretty clear."

The Slut felt cornered, and he was. Daddy continued:

"Slut, it seems like you don't know what you want. And I can guarantee you have trouble with self control. Do you know what chastity is?"

Bryan gulped. "Yes." Of course he knew what chastity is. He knew all about the different devices and had even owned a few different cheap chinese cages over the years. He had longed to try on a full steel belt and regularly was amazed by the stores he read online about chastity slaves. He had a hard time making out what was fact and what was fiction, these days.

"Yes what?!" Daddy spat sharply.

"Yes, Daddy. I know what chastity is."

"Ah. Do you know what it means?"

"Yes. Er, uh, no. I mean. It means... it means I don't get to touch myself." Bryan quietly spoke his truth.

"Good Slut. But it's more. It means you don't even own yourself."

Bryan began to get hard again, noticing the irony of such conversation arousing him.

"Slut, you know I am well prepared. And well organized, as the leader of the D Pack. D stands for Dog, in case you are slow. We are a large and growing group of leatherheads and hounds, dogs and Doms.

Since around 2015 we've realized the ease of capturing boys and turning them out. Maybe it's generational. Maybe it's not. Maybe it's all the porn you young guys watch, but it seems like the rate has picked up even more lately. We have recently corralled a few white guys of all ages that are making out really well as sissies, but we don't want to deviate from really training men as dogs. Our mission is to stable all the low grade males and teach them what servitude in a real society ought to be like. Our roles are defined. Exhibit A. Ha." he chuckled, and gestured at the Slut's outfit.