Clip Shop 4

The two of us were on our way from Chicago to Omaha on our bikes to pick up clipper from a guy who had rented him for the last month and a half. We’re both in full leather, what we always wear for any long distance trips. I think Steel just likes to show me off. After all, cocksuckers always want whatever other cocksuckers have.

We stopped at a roadside convenience store at an exit along I-70 and parked our bikes. I think it was either in Oklahoma or Kansas. Could have been Nebraska I suppose. Isn’t Iowa somewhere around there as well. Well, one thing I am certain of. Colorado is before California and always after Indiana. I really enjoyed visiting all those interesting places between New Jersey and LA. Oh, and I liked the Grand Canyon too.

From Omaha we would be headed on down to Tijuana where I was promised a very special surprise present. It was going to be a great cross-country ride across two-thirds of our country. I have been looking forward to it for months.

At the stop, I was told to gas up the bikes while Master Steel went in to get us something to eat. While he was gone, a big semi rolled in to let some military type guy out, then pulled away and drove off.

He was a young guy and very hot. Maybe about six feet, 185 lbs.? Buzz cut hair was sort of bronze color and looked great against his tanned face and this white sailor’s type uniform he had on. Nice wrestlers build. He dumped a big canvas sack at his feet and just stood there looking baffled like he wasn’t sure what to do next. I asked him if he was Ok and he said he would be as soon as he gets his next ride.

The tank was just about full and I turned my attention back to my job. I couldn’t let it overflow over onto the jet-black hi-gloss finish of the motorcycle. That is something I get some real punishment for. Steel loves his bikes like his slaves. He is careful about taking good care of all his valuable possessions.

Since military Mickey and me were the only ones in the station, he didn’t have anything to do except wait. So he dragged his duffel bag over to a bench in the shade and sat down to do just that. I had finished filling the gas tanks and Steel was still in the store, so I went over and sat down at the other end of the bench from the guy.

I asked him if he was a hitchhiker and he said ‘Yes sir, I am sir. I’m hitchhiking to San Diego sir’. That was something kind of funny weird, imagine somebody actually calling me ‘sir, and three times in one sentence no less. Uh what, who, me? But it was real cute and made him even hotter. Then he told me his name was Gary and he was in the Coast Guard. He said he had to report to his base by afternoon, the day after tomorrow at the latest. I asked what time he had to be there and he replied by 1745 hrs. Wow, that is so military.

But he seemed still like a nice guy. I don’t know why I thought that? Maybe I just wanted him to be because I was so strongly attracted to him. I was trying to figure him out sexually and couldn’t get a clue. He was so much the soldier, or naval type, or whatever I guess. That it seemed like his sexuality would be whatever he was told it would be. I could see Steel having a really good time with him.

Well just then Master Steel did come forward and walked over to us. He put out his hand to the guy and said he was ’Steel here’. He chuckled and commented that he wished he had a camera, because the contrast between me clipper, his slave in a one-piece black leather racing suit and the crisply pressed brilliant white Coast Guard uniform he wore was marvelous.

Then he said we both looked great together and asked the Coastie what his name was. I was a little taken aback because normally I make a report on all contacts with others. Whenever Steel walks up to find me talking to a stranger, I immediately introduce the person to Steel and give a concise synopsis of what I have learned. He ‘hmms’ through and then does what he wants to do.

So this is interesting. Steel just took control of the interaction and had already connected us together into one unit. He sat down in the middle of the bench, with one of us on each side. Right away he’s got his arms draped over each of us and we’re all laughing and enjoying ourselves. We’re two of Master Steel’s boys.

The service stop was dead nobody coming in. Steel said Gary might be waiting a while for a ride. Then he offered that if Gary didn’t mind sitting behind him holding his waist, he could ride with him on his bike and that I would carry the duffel. Gary could ride with us all the way to SD since we were going there and then beyond.

Gary said that he had already had eight pick-ups just to get to where he had gotten to then. Two of them had made drunken gropes at his crotch with one who kept saying over and over the he was his ‘girly man’ and was really looking to have his pussy filled. He figured at that rate, by the time he got to SD, he’d either be pregnant which wasn’t likely, or be getting 90 days in the brig for being so late which was almost guaranteed. So yea, he was happy to accept the ride and we were on our way within the next ten minutes.

Well we got Gary to the base gates in about 30 hours leaving 12 to spare. To make sure we would get there in time. Steel set up a time with clipper to meet us at another stop along our route. Clipper was there of course waiting for us. I can’t imagine what kind of punishment he would have gotten for being late in these specific circumstances.

But yea, Steel’s slave clipper was there, looking slick in its one-piece leather suit identical to mine. When we rode up to the patiently waiting clipper and got off the bikes, Gary said, "Wow man, you two guys look just like twins". Steel cracked a big wide grin and said smiling, ‘They are. They’re my matched pair of eunuch slaves’. Then he said ’I wouldn’t mind triplets either’.

Well from that point, Steel was operating in his smoothest gears. It is a wonder to watch the Steel machine gear up to operation as it proceeds to acquire whatever objective has been targeted. From Omaha to SD, Gary had all of Steel’s close attention as he was so carefully drawn in to Steel’s silky slick web.

Progress was rapid, as we were moving fast and had little time. Gary sucked Steel’s cock for the first time outside Green River Junction, CO and was first fucked by him in Salt Lake City. I was brought into a three-way up in the Sierra Nevada’s. Gary and me were slurping each other’s cocks through the Mojave Desert and we were each sealed into body bags for the coast through the San Fernando Valley all the way down into the LA basin.

Finally Steel dropped Gary off at the base gate where the guy jumped up and threw his arms around Steel’s neck giving him a big bear hug and a sloppy kiss. Before we left, Steel asked him when he could earliest get off base. Gary said he was eligible for a weekend pass off the base in seven days. To that Steel abruptly told him meet us right there exactly seven days hence and not be late, no excuses. Then he gave me the order to ride off and I threw a wave goodbye as we started out to finish our trip to Tijuana.

Well Tijuana’s the arsehole end of San Diego and we got to the border fast, only to spend hours held up by immigration. The problem is the same one we always have travelling across checkpoints. With my heavy link chain collar welded closed around my neck and my body has been so drastically modified with so many gold and steel rings installed in my piercings, that I cannot pass a metal detector without setting off the alarms blaring.

So, I am effectively guaranteed that at every airport and border crossing to be put through a full strip/body cavity search. And when the hard and always unsmiling immigration control inspectors get a look at the spectacle of the wild drawings covering my exposed hairless body, anything can happen.

Steel always insists on his presence because he loves to watch my humiliation by those $14,495 a year little Hitler inspectors as they pompously assert their petty authority against me helped along with their big guns. If he’s in a really ornery mood, he’ll provide a running commentary about the specifics of my sexual infliction’s that went along with my markings.

The worst was the month I spent in a filthy middle-eastern holding cell while the authorities used microscopes to find something they could accuse me of a crime to throw me in prison. Oh how those brutal sadists were salivating over torturing and raping me. But Steel keeps me squeaky clean so there is nothing to find that I haven’t already told the world about.

But that was a long time ago and since then, Steel has subjected me to far worse brutalities that made those sadist jailers look like Mary Poppins. But what Steel did that the goons didn’t, was modulate the application of unendurable excruciating pain where all of a sudden each lash of the whip became a silken caress of pure ecstasy. Every stroke laid upon me left behind another steel bond forged into my ironclad submission. I feel my master’s love being transmitted to me through the conduit of his whip.

Oops. Steel just came by and scanned what I’ve been writing. He said it is just slave wallowing in blithering emotional garbage and I have to get the point right now and finish in five minutes.

The outcome of the story is that the big surprise Steel had for me was that for the first time I would be getting a new tattoo that cannot be hidden under my clothes and so therefore, such an important tat had to be a masterpiece. Since one of the greatest tattoo artists in the world lives in this nondescript crummy old building where the elevator never works, the water has to be boiled to drink, the toilets all back-up and whores clutter up the lobby.

However, when you step into his apartment, you step out of reality into an orgasm of artistic imagination. Drawings and photographs of tattooed slaves cover the walls. This wizened little peasant Mexican guy is the Michelangelo of slave art expression.

We had five days to spend in T. while the tat artist expressed his creativity for all to see across my face. As all existence does, he started with a circle. A photo-realistic heavy chain collar tattooed around my neck that seemed to glimmer like platinum. From the ever-whirling circle, a branch shot out still whirling upward and encircled my neck. The chain links are transformed into shimmering reptilian scales.

Finally, this winding serpent whips up from around my neck, over my depilated head, slithers up and over in front of my ear, skirts down under my eye, and finally diving across my cheek where it transforms once again into a pulsing cock, engorged with blood and poised to make its conclusive plunge into my open mouth and down into my throat. The picture is the permanently frozen moment of male orgasm about to be swallowed by an eagerly waiting cocksucker’s open mouth, about to climax but never will.

For the rest of my life, the world will always see me at the moment I am about to swallow a cock about to explode. Ecstatic over how well this striking modification to his slave turned out, Steel is giddy with happiness as we rode back to SD with his masterpiece of slave art. He was just gushing to everyone about what an incredible slave he had.

The two of us rode back into SD and we got to the base gate three hours late, just as Steel had planned it. Gary was still waiting there patiently. The sun can’t shine as bright as the smile across Steel’s face on seeing Gary obeying his order so perfectly. Steel glanced back at me for a moment and said, ‘This one is a keeper’. With that I understood we were adding another clipper to Master Steel’s collection of us eunuchs.

Steel said, "Hey Gary. Yea, nice balls you got there, let me just hold em for you. Hey, why don’t we all take a trip across the border tonight to do some fun slumming? I know some real interesting guys you’d enjoy meeting. I know exactly what to do with them. Say, by the way, I was just curious. What do you think of the name ’clipper’?’

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