Skin Fuck Part 22-25

by depravpig

Skin Fuck 22

The huge shop was cold. The smell of rubber hit it like poppers, its pathetic locked dick trying to get hard only to hurt as fuck. it moaned sending the skins laughing.

They pushed it towards the racks of rubber and the urinal. The bag was still on the floor waiting for it to be sealed in it again and connected to the urinal. it should have known better. They had other plans for it.

The métis skin took the gloves on it off, unlocked the boots and biker suit. "STRIP CUNT!" it pulled the boots and heavy sticky biker suit off it as fast as it could but it had to work hard with its fists still in the rubber mitts. By the time it was in its rubber skin it was a complete mess. Out of breath, sweating like a pig. The heat under the rubber made its stink even worst. Turning it on like a sow on heat.

While it stripped, the white skin had pulled some gear from the racks and shelves. They put it in a massive suspension harness making sure the straps were tied tight across its chess and waist. They locked its wrists and elbows in its back making it grunt as its arms were pulled tight in place. A very thick rubber hood was put over its head and it was surprised it had holes for its eyes. They pulled its snout ring through the holes and it knew it would be in the hood for a very long time. The white skin took the rubber sheath covering its cock cage off. "Got to tried another version on you cunt!" The skin's laugh made it shiver. He removed the cockcage's cap, pulling the catheter out making it grunt as the burning sensation shot up its dick. But the relief was short lived.  A thick black urethral sound was pushed in its dick. It was a fucking electro sound with a black cap covering its glans. The skin screwed the cap back on with the wire sticking out through the hole, he put a wide metal band on its ball sack and it grunted when he dropped its balls pulled hard down by the heavy band. Then he got a rubber ball and cock sheath. This one was much thicker than the other one and when it was totally fitted in place, it felt metal plates under its balls. The wires sticking out of the bottom of the sack were not good news for it. They made it stand on concrete blocks and secured the harness rings to thick ropes attached to a bar on the hoist. The métis skin walked behind it, opened the zip over its arse and pulled the plug from its hole. "Fucking disgusting cunt." He pushed the dirty plug in its mouth, gagging it and making it heave. its mind was going crazy from what was happening to it. it moaned when it saw them screwing a metal pole on a plate to the floor. The massive dildo at the top of it just under its hole. it didn't need to be a scientist to know what was going to happen. They both grabbed a concrete block and started to pull them apart slowly, forcing it to spread its legs more and more. They were not doing that to ease it on the dildo, they were making it understand that it would be impaled on that fucking dildo no matter what. it was not its choice. it put one foot on the floor to try to stay off the fucking thing. And when it got its other foot on the floor, it could barely stay off it by staying on the tip of its toes. it felt the hoist being pulled up, the harness pulling its body up, giving some relief to its legs. its hole just above the dildo. They both grabbed its ankles, locked thick rubber restraints on them and pulled its legs back up, locking some chains on them connected to the harness. The white skin stood in front of it, starring in its eyes, daring it to say one word as he pressed the button to lower it on the dildo. it felt the large head forcing its hole open, going deeper and deeper inside its arse. it expected to be fully impaled on the rubber cock, but the skin put only half of it in its hole. That was not good. it started to feel a burning sensation in its hole. Then it burned like a fire from hell. They had coated the dildo in Deep Heat cream and as it tried to get off the thing it realised that it was impaling itself on the dildo. it was connected to some sort of bungee ropes. Both skins just laughed as it realised that...

The métis skin gave it just enough time to see what he was holding as he pulled the plug out of its mouth. A thick rubber hood with a medical breathing mask connected to a long tube. In seconds it was in total darkness as the hood was put over its head. A thick mouthpiece was forced behind its lips and between its teeth forcing it to keep its mouth open and sealed around the mouthpiece. A posture collar was locked around its neck forcing it to keep its head up. it started to take deep breaths through the mask and tube. All it could hear was the sound of each breath. it was waiting for the electro to shoot up its dick and balls but nothing happened. The sadists just ignored it. it tried to move as little as possible on the dildo but when the cream burned a bit more it could not control its body's reaction and once the bungee ropes were set in motion it was impaled on and off the dildo till it managed to calm down.

Lost in its thought it did not realised that it could hear voices next to it. More than the two skins'. The shop was opened for business and it already attracted attention. How stupid was it to think that the suspended rubber gimp would not get any attention? Then it started to feel it. A wave going down its dick. Not pain. it could deal with pain but the pleasurable wave it felt was torture. Wave after wave went down its dick. It started all over its glans like an `electro sleeve' then down the sound in its dick. it got hard as steel inside the metal cage, feeling the pressure stopping it to get fully erected. The small pause between each wave was enough for it to feel the full effect of them. it started to moan in the mask as it tried to pull bigger breaths. Then it felt electro waves going up its balls. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!! They had connected its balls to the same torture setting. it was torture for it. And it body started to move up and down the dildo trying to get it to massage its prostate but for some fucking reason the dildo complete bypassed it. it moaned of frustration. it knew it sounded like a whore begging for abuse and that seemed to amuse the MEN as they walked away. it was in its own world. its dick and balls assaulted again and again. it tried not to fuck itself on the dildo trying to lessen the frustration but even with all its will there was nothing it could do. The level of the waves was going up and down taking it to full frustration, then it slowed down giving it false reprieve before going up again to a higher level. A never ending cycle.

Then liquid started to fill its mouth, it fought hard to stop it but the mouthpiece was very effective and all it could do was to swallow as fast as the possible the liquid. PISS, it was cold piss filling its mouth and it seemed it would never stop. it breathed through its snout and it was grunting like a pig. The laughs it heard trough the layers of rubber covering its head were another humiliation. When the piss stopped coming it was left panting for air and as much s it tried to fill its lungs it could only get a small amount at the time. And in its daze it realised they must have put a breathing bag at the other end of the tube. it could not decide what was worst: the slow electro torture on its balls and dick or the breath control or the burning dildo in and out of its fuck hole. it must have been a pathetic sight by then. And it did not care. it was its Master's to do as He wished. And for now He did not want to bother with it. All it could feel was the smell, the tightness of the rubber on top of everything else. it was where it wanted to be for years, it was what it craved to be for years: a rubber pig, a gimp, a worm for MEN to use. And if they decided it was only an object to be displayed in shop, that was it.

Again time lost all meaning for it. The electro pattern kept it on edge again and again. it knew that people were coming in and out of the shop, it new it was the center of their attention for a bit, all it could do was imagined their reaction as their eyes stopped on it. its train of thought was suddenly stopped as it felt the electro switched off and it was lowered deeper on the dildo. The posture collar came off and as the breathing hood was removed it faced the evil smirking white skin. He removed the second hood and gave it few slaps on the face, patting it like a good animal. A thick semi transparent hood was pulled over its head and a very big red rubber ball gag forced in its mouth, filling it totally as it was locked tight in place. it had to open its mouth as much as it could, making its jaw muscles hurt around the fucking ball in its mouth. it was forced to breathe through its snout, pulling long breaths through the small snouts holes in the hood to get air in its lungs. The skin locked a tight posture collar around its neck. There was no end to his sadism as it was forced to fight to breath or to swallow. And as it thought he was done with it, he showed it a thick snout hook attached to a rubber strap. He pushed the metal hook up its snout, the strap pulled across the top of its head and attached to the back of the collar. The skin kept tightening it till its snout was pulled up as high as it could go. And it knew it must have looked stupid as fuck. Even more like a pig. That is when the shock started. Not the `pleasure' waves. FUCKING PAINFUL SHOCKS. First its dick was shocked with the electro making it scream. More like a loud grunt. Then the shocks started on its balls too and it grunted/screamed again and again. The skin raised it again and as it tried to escape the electro, all that it managed was to impale itself again on the nasty dildo. it hadn't even noticed they had added fresh Deep heat on it, sending its hole on fire. its loud noises filled the cavern again and no amount of training could have prepared it for the pain. The worst was its dick trying to get hard. it needed pain and its body craved for and reacted to it. The more it was hurting, the harder its dick reacted. its brain was fried like its dick and balls.

it started to cry.

The tears going down its rubber face.

The skins just looked at it. The white skin put something on its snout's ring and as it jerked from the shocks it heard the ringing sound. He had put a fucking bell on its snout's ring. its pain was of no concern for them. it was how they wanted it. Hurting and humiliated. "OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES CUNT!" it saw a group of MEN watching it, smirking, laughing. They did not hide their erections as they looked at the pathetic display. it tried to hold its tears and noises back; it wanted to make its Master proud of it. The white skin just increased the pain level few notches up making it scream and grunt in its gag. They wanted to hear it, they wanted it to be like a fucking soundtrack in the store. The white skin adjusted something in the box and they moved towards the rubber gear the Men wanted.

it felt more displayed as it was shocked again and again. The electro level was going up automatically after few shocks. its screams going up too. And more than anything else, it wanted the silly ringing sound to stop.

it was in a constant daze as it was shocked again and again. The pattern os shocks changing from its dick only, to its balls, to both. From long building up shocks to short flashes. And with every shock it was fucking itself on the dildo up its fuck hole. it could feel the sweat under its rubber skin, it thought it was pissing itself but it had no way to if it just imagined it or not. it could see the men watching it, it could see them talking about it but it did not understand what they were saying as all it could hear was its own screams again and again.

Then suddenly silence. it had stop screaming. it took it a bit of time to realise that the electro had stop too. The métis skinhead was standing in front of it. He removed its ball gag making it moan as it gasped for air, filling its lungs. it has never been so happy to be able to breathe. The skin pulled it off the dildo before moving from under its sore hole, he unlocked its ankles and lowered it to the floor. it could not stand on its own legs and ended up like a heap of rubber on the floor. The skins were not gentle with it as they unlocked its arms and removed the harness. The snout hook came off. Finally they were done with it.

Fucking stupid pig. Was it never going to learn that its life was not its own anymore. "MOVE CUNT!" The white skin kicked it hard to make it move. When it tried to stand up but the métis skin kicked its hands from under it. They wanted it to crawl on all four like an animal. it was only an animal. "ON YOUR BACK CUNT!" They removed the electro ball sack, the métis skin unscrewed its cock cage cap and pulled the sound out of its dick making it grunt from the burning sensation. it felt another tube being pushed deep inside its dick and soon it was locked again with a catheter down its dick. They both grabbed some double restraints. The first one locked around its arms near its shoulders. They grabbed its wrists and locked them to the second restraints bending its arms totally. Soon some similar restraints were put on its thighs and ankles. « MOVE CUNT!" it struggled to get on its elbows and knees to follow the white skin. When it stopped it was next to the urinal. The skin just pushed the tube in its mouth not bothering to attached it. They both had a massive piss at the same time in the urinal. Their piss was warm and bitter as fuck. it had to clamp its mouth tight around the tube, not wanting to let any leak on the floor. The piss kept coming As it was on all four between their booted feet. And all what it wanted was to be able to lick their boots, to show them what a grateful animal it was. When they stopped pissing, the tube was shaken a bit to make sure it got all the piss before it was removed from its mouth. They kicked it to move next some rubber gear on the floor. And it saw that a gimp suit was laying on the floor.

A thick, yellowish nightmare of rubber. They worked it over it. First its shortened legs and arms in the small sleeves, then the attached hood going over the one already over its head with the large hollow gag filling its mouth with a short rubber tube sticking out. And as they zipped it felt the heavy rubber tightening all around it. A strap was tightened around its waist and between its legs. It could on distinct blurry shapes through the two layers of rubber. One of them was in front of it holding something. In seconds a solid rubber posture collar was locked around its neck. Small plugs were pushed up its snout holes to seal it and it felt the snout hook pulling its head up as it was attached to the back of the collar.

A small zip was open over its arse and a solid oval plug was pushed up its fuck hole with the zip closed around its base. it got a couple of hard slaps on its arse and as it jumped from the sting it felt some weird vibrations in its arse. it realised they had plugged it with a tail of some sort. The white skin got close to its head, laughing: "good piggy." it was a pig tail. The skin opened a zip near its groin and pulled its balls weighted by the two heavy metal bands out of the gimp suit before piercing the seal on the catheter's end. And it felt the piss flooding out of its bladder inside the rubber suit. The skin attached a chain to its collar and it was pulled struggling on all four to near the entrance of the shop. As it realised where they were taking it, it started to pull back. They were going to take it outside like this. But the skin just stope by the entrance door and pushed it inside a metal cage they had moved there. Once locked inside the cage for all to see as they walk in the shop, short chains were attached to it collar to keep its head up.

it was sealed in thick rubber, sweating like a pig stewing in piss. And it got hard at the thought of being again on full display.

Skin Fuck 23

it was locked in the cage only for few hours, even if it felt like days.

Forced on all four on its knees and elbows, held tight in place by the thick gimp suit, it barely fitted between the cages's bars. It was not a comfortable pid/dog cage. As it was pushed, pulled inside the cage it felt the bars on its sides, on its back forcing it down as it squeezed in and when they closed the door it was pushed forward till it was against the front of the cage. it felt the metal bars surrounding it, feeling like a very tight metal prison.  And once they put the chains tight on its collar it had lost its last bit of movement.

Hours in the immobile position brought a new level of torture. it was desperate to arch its back, stretch its legs and arms but there was nothing it could do. Again. it felt the tears under the layers of rubber. it tried to make them understand that it needed release but the huge breathing gag in its mouth silenced it. its jaws were stretched wide around it, aching. The snot hook forced its head backwards, the metal bands on its balls pulled them down, the pig tail plug stretched its fuck hole.

But it could feel its caged erection. it was excited as fuck. So fucking horny. A sow on heat. And it moaned constantly desperate for any sexual relief.

Through the rubber it could guess that people, MEN were coming in and out of the shop. They stopped and looked at it. it felt hands on its rubber covered body, hands pulling hard on its balls, fingers blocking the breathing tube till it tried to shake them off in a desperate fight against the metal bars, living it pull deep breath when air was allowed back in its lungs. Allowed. it was allowed to breathe because it kept it functioning. it was no more that a filth recycling unit for them. Lost in its thoughts, it had not realised the stillness around it, the silence. For a long time no one got near it, until one MAN walked in the shop and stood in front of it, looking at it, studying it. And it moaned louder and louder for the MAN to touch it. Only one MAN could trigger such a basic animal reaction.

its MASTER.

If it was possible its locked dick got even harder around the catheter. it tried to push against the bars so desperate it was for the slightest touch but its MASTER just walked away to the other end of the shop. it did not dare to hope it would leave with HIM, it would be crushed if it wasn't. What the fuck was wrong with it. it sounded like a pathetic love sick puppy. it was a fucking animal, an object for its MASTER. All its senses were overloading with it trying to hear, see, smell, feel its MASTER. it was so lost in its world that it jumped, as if it really could, when it felt the door of the cage being opened. it stayed still. The chains locked to its collar were released and it was pushed out of the cage and turned it around. its MASTER and the two skins (it guessed) were standing in front of it. "GOOD PIGGY!" FUCK FUCK FUCK, its MASTER was really in front of it and it crawled to HIM. it got a pat on the top of its head and it tried to press it on his MASTER's boots. But the snout hook still pulling its head backwards and the solid posture collar around its neck stopped it. it only felt frustration and it growled like an unhappy pig. They just laughed at its frustration. it paid attention to what was happening around it. its MASTER was saying thank you to the skinheads.

The shop's door was open and it saw its MASTER leaving. it moaned and grunted, calling HIM back. But the two skinheads picked it up off the floor and walked towards the door. its heart nearly stopped at the thought of being displayed in public. its MASTER's van was parked in front of the shop and it was shoved in the back of it. it wasn't going to be displayed in public. Yet...

it felt some straps locked to the roof of the van passed around its chest and waist to keep it on all four. The back door was shut and within minutes the van with its depraved cargo was moving through the streets of London.

The straps holding were just long enough for it to be jerked on all sides as the van stopped, moved forward or took a quick corner. A couple of steps for it as it constantly moved and by the time the van stopped totally it was exhausted as if it had walked the whole journey. its MASTER got out of the van, opened the back door. it heard scrapping metal sounds and felt its MASTER getting in the back of the van. The straps were released, a leash attached to its collar and it was turned around and pulled towards the back of the van. For a second it was scared thinking at the drop to the floor but it trusted its MASTER so it followed the tug on its collar. And as it put its elbow out it felt something solid where it should have been empty space. After its second careful step it realised there was a ramp of some sort for it to get out. its MASTER knew the stupid pig understood and HE pulled it hard down the ramp onto the floor, through the door connecting the garage to its `home'.

it was dragged across the room, realising again how big it was. it knew it had not discovered all of it yet. it passed its cage, the cross, the pit and was dragged around a corner. The snout hook and collar were removed, the full zip opened and it was shaken out of the gimp suit and it laid on its back with it back with its legs sticking up with the tail still impaled in its hole. it was covered in piss and it MASTER made sure HE got all of it out, showering it with its own stink. Next the restraints holding it like a four legged animal were removed and it moaned at it was finally able to stretch its arms and its legs. it did not think it could stand on its own yet.

its MASTER put two metal bowls next to it, telling to have them both empty by the time HE got back. it moved as quick as its sore limbs allowed it and it straight for the bowls. it did not know. how long it would have so it wolfed the nasty paste of wheat, piss and whatever the thick chunks were down, followed by the weird liquid in the other bowl. it licked a couple of paste's blobs off the floor. it felt full and it stayed on all four, its head down as it waited for its MASTER to return. it wanted to look around, to see more of the space but it felt so much better the way it was. Controlled.

it heard the footsteps getting closer and did not dare to move its head. When its MASTER stopped, it could see his boots in front of it and it was craving to lick them, to smell them to push its head in them in complete submission. But even that was denied to it because it had been claimed by a MAN. it did not even had a choice. The moment it walked into the pub days ago, it was claimed and owned.

"GET UP CUNT! Got to get you ready." The chill in its MASTER's voice made it clear that it'd better obey quickly. it struggled to stand up, keeping its head down, its hands going in its back and spreading its legs in complete display as it was taught. its MASTER snickered. "Good cunt." its MASTER walked behind it, pulled the tail out of its fuck hole and pushed the plug bit straight in its mouth. it sucked on its own shit cleaning the plug with its tongue. A wide plug replaced the tail and the zip was closed around its base. its MASTER pulled the tail out of its mouth and held it in front of it without a word. it sticked its tongue out and made sure it licked every trace of its on filth off the plug. When satisfied its MASTER just threw it on the gimp suit still on the floor. Next HE locked thick rubber mittens over its fist still in the mitts gloves, removed the clear hood, grabbed the back of it neck and walked it to the cross on the wall. As it passed a large mirror on a wall it had a glimpse of its tattooed mohawk. Within minutes it was stretched spreadeagled on the wall. it could its MASTER reaching for a plastic bag, the logo of the shop clearly showing on it.

its Master pulled a rubber cock sheath and it felt some relief. it had obviously expected something nasty. it just didn't know how real its fear would come true. its MASTER turned the thick cock sheath inside out and pushed a sort of rubber sound in the catheter's end sealing it shut. When it was fully inserted in, HE slipped the sheath over its metal chastity cage and pushed its weighted balls in the attached ball sack. Once again a solid rubber dick stood out of the suit. its Master removed its snout ring. Got that made for you cunt. He showed two small discs joined very close by a small tube before taking them apart. HE put one disc up a snout hole, pushing the very short tube in its piercing and putting the second disc in its other snout's hole HE clamped them shut again leaving it with metal discs in its snout. it used U shaped holders to keep its hole opened when not able to wear its septum. Those discs were another level a degradation, it could feel them inside its snout. More metal.

When it finally saw what its MASTER had pulled out of the bag it would have pissed itself if the catheter had not been sealed.

its MASTER was holding a very heavy looking rubber hood if you could the thick heavy looking oval shape a hood. it had no human facial feature. Just a smooth black oval shape. its MASTER made sure it could see the only hard to notice holes for it to breathe, just above a weird sealed hole in the solid mass where its mouth should be. Then HE took an evil pleasure to show it the inside. There was a space for its snout with two tubes connected to the outside holes, and a wide gag with a mouth piece with a very long tube sticking out of it, there were even shapes to go over its ears with rubber plugs in them. it knew then that the tubes will fill its holes somehow and once the hood locked other its head it would have lost another bit of humanity. it wanted to scream, it wanted to beg its MASTER not to do that, to let it go. But what it felt was true. it felt pure fear. Not to be used and abused beyond anything it imagined in its twisted fantaisies. But the fear of failing its MASTER. The look it saw in its MASTER's eyes showed that HE knew what it felt. And somehow that was no comfort for it.

"That's not going to be pleasant cunt." Those words destroyed all the resolve it had left to face this new level of degradation. And it tried to pull on the restraints holding it to the wall. At no time did it beg or ask for release. it tried to free its body, trashing in the unbreakable restraints. its MASTER watching it with a smirk on his face saying that HE had all the time in the world. And when it was finally exhausted, only held to the wall by the restraints, its MASTER took its humanity away. He greased the three tubes with a jelly of some sort and when HE put the long tube in front of its mouth, it just opened it. its MASTER put the end of the tube in its mouth and told it to swallow. it felt the tube enter the back of its throat. its MASTER gave it some water and as it swallowed HE pushed the tube down its stomach. it jerked in its bounds when it felt the tubes entering its snout. As they filled both holes it felt the ends at the back of its snout. it heard its breath coming through the tubes. The ears plugs were line properly and its MASTER totally encased its head. The plugs filled both ears, shutting down all sound, the thicker end of the snout tubes sealed it completely making sure that it could only breathe through them, it had to open its mouth as wide as it could for the gag to fill its mouth pushing the last bit of the tube in its stomach, its teeth were kept wide apart by the mouth piece. it felt the thick rubber sliding over its head and covering its neck. A zip was pulled down the back it from the top of its head, tightening the rubber mass; squeezing its head. it felt a wide posture collar locked around its neck over the hood. Then nothing. Silence and blackness. it could not hear, not see a thing. Even breathing through the tubes was an alien sensation. The mask was fucking heavy and it had to work hard to keep its head up. its fucking dick got harder as it was sliding up over the catheter. FUCKING TRAITOR. it was glad its MASTER could not see its erection and it moaned in the gag as it felt his hands grabbing its metal and rubber cock. HE knew.

it was released from the wall and it dropped to its knees, trying to keep its head up. it felt its MASTER's hands grabbing its rubber head to hold it in place. Something warm was going down the tube, straight in its stomach. it could only feel it not able to taste it, but i knew it was its MASTER's piss. The depressed hole in the mask was enough for MEN to fit their cock in and piss down its sceptic tank. And the sealed catheter was going to make sure it was going to stay full. it could not feel the air entering its lungs, it could not taste anything filling its stomach, it could not hear anything, it could not see anything, its fuck hole was sealed and its dick caged, covered in rubber and sealed too. All its senses were taken away from it and all its holes were controlled.

When it was roughly turned around it nearly fell on the floor and just managed to stay standing. its wrists were locked together in its back, more restraints locked its elbows together, its MASTER made it step in what it thought were rubber shorts of some sort. they were pulled up to cover its plugged arse and locked dick.  it felt a rubber sleeve pulled over its arms all the way up to its shoulders and the jacket part zipped in its front. it felt a strap attached to the sleeve's end pulled between its kegs and locked to the front. its arms were glue to its back in a weird straight jacket; it was totally encased in thick and tight rubber. A rubber gimp.

And when it stupidly thought it could not get worst, a posture collar was locked around its neck. A fucking monstrosity by the feel of it: thick solid and tight as fuck. it Master then pulled waders up its legs before leaving it standing alone. it could not feel anything at all even the feel of the air on was denied to it with the layers of rubber encasing it. Then it jerked as it forgot to breathe through the tubes. it could only drag limited amount of air in its lungs and it needed to concentrate hard. it stumbled when it felt a pull at its neck, probably leashed and dragged across its home. it knew its MASTER was taking it to the van. WRONG. it was pulled to the exit door and it had to fight itself from stopping in its track. it was with its MASTER and HE had complete control over it. it could only guess it was on the pavement, cars passing by on the street. it was pushed inside a car and forced to kneel down on the floor. There was a lot of space for it and it was pulled between its MASTER's legs s the vehicle moved. Then it understood: IT WAS IN A FUCKING BLACK CAB!

When the cab finally stopped, it was pulled on another pavement before being dragged in a building, they passed through a second set of doors and when it felt more than it heard the thumping of the loud music, it knew they were in a heavy fetish club. Not a place for the faint hearted. A place where sadist could make the pain pigs scream, where human urinals were on duty. it knew the club well from its many visits, when it spent most of the time in the shadows watching what was happening around it before going home for many wanks till it was dry. it followed its MASTER as HE went to the bar (probably) before being taken through a maze. it could imagine the Tops, the subs in their leather or rubber looking at the gimp on a chain. Some tops wanting to use it, the subs wanted to be in his place. Even few tops wanted to be in his place. A rubber thing.  it was pushed inside a very narrow standing cage and locked in it. it knew there were other pigs or subs locked in the cages next to it. A row of ten cages to store the animals when not needed, with a light spot above each to make sure that they were fully displayed. it wanted to be used, it wanted to be beaten, to feel a flogger bruised its back, a cock or a fist filling its hole, it wanted to lick clean filthy boots or holes, it wanted to swallow gallons pf piss, it wanted to be tied up in topes and suspended, it wanted electro to fry its balls, it wanted, it wanted, it wanted... And it cried. tears of need and shame and frustration soaking its face under the rubber. it knew that its eyes were showing what it craved for but for all those around it was a faceless gimp, an inhuman smooth rubber form. And it felt complete joy when the cage's door was open and it was pulled out. it was finally taken deeper in the club where it would be used and abused. it could only laugh when it passed through doors and in the toilets. it was made to kneel in the through, its back to the piss covered concrete, its collar locked to a ring in it. it was kneeling in the urinal for anyone to piss all over it or in the mask hole to feed, no to fill it. And in seconds it felt piss going down the tube in its throat, straight to its stomach. The piss seemed to never stop. There must have been a queue in front of it. it could imagine the cocks being pushed in the mask's hole, the hands holding its sealed head. But it felt nothing of that, only its stomach getting full. It felt something pushed in the hole and locked around its head. A plug of some sort. After a bit, its knees started to get sore but it could not move. its bladder started to scream for relief, it was it screaming around the gag, it was hurting all over, it wanted out. When no help came it just cried but there was no tears left.

Then it felt it. it was hard as fuck again. Even when ignored it was used. it had a long night ahead...

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it was a mass of pain.

its neck, its jaws, its balls, its cock, its knees, its arse, its back. Everything was hurting. And only the pain told it that it had been in the urinal for a very long time when it was finally released from the wall. it could barely stand on its legs and as it moved its full bladder made it moan. it grunted as much as it could until it realised they probably couldn't hear it through the heavy mask. And even if they did, no one gave a shit about its needs. The plug in the mask had been removed few times for more piss to fill it. it could only imagine what it looked like, sealed in heavy rubber, locked to a piss through, helpless, offered, available to anyone its MASTER chose. it had never felt that level of control before. When it started on the path of being a rubber pig, it enjoyed getting what it wanted out of so called `tops', men who enjoyed using its body on its terms really. it was so easy to moan at the right time, to complain at another. it was tied up the way it liked it, it was fucked when in the mood, it enjoyed the attention.

But none of that now. it was stripped of all its past humanity and it knew that was the beginning for...

A hard kick in the leg brought it back out of its thoughts, a couple of kicks and its legs were spread as wide as possible. The strap between its legs was quickly unlocked, a zip near its groin was opened and its dick pulled out. its dick, more like what passed as a dick on it: a mass of metal and rubber. The rubber sheath was removed and the instant the plug was out of the catheter it felt the piss being drained out of its bladder. it felt its muscles relax and it moaned in its rubber prison. It nearly collapsed (that was a fucking habit for it) on the wet and slippery floor when it was completely pulled away from the piss through and it was turned around.

The posture collar around was removed and within seconds it missed the tightness around its neck. For hours it screamed in its head to be unlocked and released, now that it was finally happening it didn't want out. The mask was unzipped and it was pulled apart first for the plugs to come out of its ears, then it was pulled away from its face. Slowly to start with. it has to open its mouth as much as it could for the mouth piece to pass its teeth. it felt the gag, the stomach tube and the ones in its snout being pulled out. And when the mask was completely off its head, it blinked few times against the bright light after so long in darkness. its Master was facing it. HE put a thick rubber hood over its head. A basic one with holes for its eyes, snout and mouth. its MASTER removed the discs sealing its septum piercing and put its snout ring back in. The posture collar was again locked around its neck and it was turned around.

The piss room was full with men and subs looking at it. MEN in leather, pigs in rubber, hard cocks sticking out. its MASTER pushed its locked dick back in the rubber and locked the strap again pulling its hands as far down as they could, taking any liberty it had away. From the lust it could see in the yes of the MEN, it knew that it was going to be made some sort of hole for cocks, and when its MASTER showed it the mouth hooks it just opened its mouth. it felt two thick metal claws cold against each cheek and when its MASTER tightened the rubber belt behind its head, its cheeks were pulled further apart forcing its mouth to stay wide open.

it must have been as sight. it had barely time to adjust to its new position when a cock covered with a thick rubber sheath was jammed suddenly in its mouth making it gag as it touched the back of its throat but it could not escape it as a hand was solidly hold the ring on the collar. No amount of moving could dislodge it, leaving no choice for it but to take it all in. The dick was nearly pulled out of its mouth only to be pushed deep in its hole again and again. The man fucking it was goaded and cheered by the others. As the cock moved deeper and faster in its hole it felt tears running silently down its face under the rubber. What a fucking wimp. It was glad its MASTER could not see the tears. But the man face fucking it and he had an evil smirk on his face as he spat a thick gob of phlegm on its face. it landed just above its lips and the man used his dick to wipe it off and push it in its mouth. The only lube he used. The cock was pushed as deep a,d faster in and out of its stretched hole. And when suddenly the man was pushing against its head, he came with harder thrusts in the tick rubber covering his cock. He pulled his cock out of its hole, removed the cock sheath. he didn't disregard the used sheath, he pulled it over the hard dick of a kneeling pig in rubber tshirt and bleachers.

it missed another man approaching it to fill its mouth again. The rubber cock filled its hole again, face fucking it hard. The man again goaded by the others made a quick use of its hole. They were not here to give it any fucking pleasure. They were using its hole to release their pent up lust. MEN kept using its hole. At least a dozen. And after each time the MEN came, the cum filled sheath was pulled over the hard cock of another pig.

it liked the idea of their cocks covered in a man's cum. it enjoyed it a lot less when the first skinhead pig was pulled off the floor on his leash and brought to stand in front of it. His hands were locked in his back and he just step forward pushing his hard dick in the hole. He face fucked it as hard as he could. Making it gag and heave when he kept his hard dick deep in its hole to seal its throat. pigs are fucking nasty when they use another. Even in his state, he was superior to the fucking gimp kneeling in front of it. When he came screaming like a wild pig he nearly pushed down on the floor. The skin was pulled out of it hole, the sheath removed from his cock.

One after one the subs were allowed to face fuck it too until they came in the sheaths too. And all make sure it gagged, and heaved on the rubber cocks ploughing its throat. it was a fuck hole for subhuman pigs, marking it as the lowest cunt around.

The last pig (in full rubber from head to toes) to use it had a massive and long dick on him. The pig pushed it down its throat not giving it a chance to adjust around the fucking monster and when it was finally impaled on it, the pig started to throat fucking it in short hard stokes to make sure his dick stayed in its throat. And when it heaved the pig just pulled back enough for acid puke to fill its mouth. The pig used it as lube to fuck it until it swallowed it all back and he made it puke again and again with the MEN laughing at it. The pig came pushing his dick even deeper in its throat if that was possible. And when he pulled out of its throat it was left panting for air. In no time a large ball gag was pushed in its mouth and locked around its head. its MASTER gave its leash to the last pig telling him to cage it. The pig dragged it back in the bar area. it could see the cages holding pigs not needed as it was pushed it standing up in a narrow cage for all to see.

The cage was fucking narrow and it got no comfort with the bars pressing on it from all sides. At least it could watch all the perverts staring at it. That was until a rubber blindfold was pulled over its eyes. FUCKING MIND READERS!

Time had no meaning and when it was pulled out the cage it just followed. This time it was taken through the maze to the back of the room and up some stairs to the platform in the back. it was pushed hard against one of the barrels serving as tables. it flet a chain locked around one ankle, pulled around the barrel and locked on the other ankle forcing it to spread its legs. it was pushed on the barrel and a chain was locked from its collar to the chain holding its legs. it was glued to the barrel, its arse spread by the strap holding its arms down, completely available. And did they fucking made use of it. They beat it to a pulp. They used paddles to deliver massive blows to its arse. Solid paddles that hurt a fuck. It was a constant beating. They must have queued behind it to have a chance at hurting it even more. its face was once agin soaked with its tears. Even the two layers of thick rubber were not enough to protect it from the pain. Not that it need, not that it wanted to be protected from it. Its stupid dick was hard as fuck. it knew it was a real maso pig and that it need pain as much as it need to breathe to function. And the MEN around it knew that. the beating it was getting was another show of how dependant it was on its MASTER. This was not about pain, this was about control, about power. Or its lack of it where it was concerned.

it felt more than it heard the MEN around it falling silent and it knew that something nasty was going to happen. A strap was put against its arse. it must have been a very big one as it covered both its arse cheeks. And the first blow hit it, it saw a flashing light in its mind followed by a searing pain. it jerked against the chains holding it in place and it clamped on its arse cheeks ready for the next blow. But nothing happened. The moment it relaxed another blow made it scream. It tried to brace itself for the next as long as it could but the MAN beating it has whole the time in the world. The second it slumped against the barrel the next blow sent a wave of pain all through its body.

it realised that its cock was not hard. it was scared by the MAN punishing it. And only one MAN could trigger such a basic reaction in it.

its MASTER.

Suddenly it remembered the quick flash of the rack with straps, floggers in its `home' and the evil looking prison straps next to them. The massive leather straps with holes in them to deliver even more pain. By the tenth blow it had no screams left and it was left with its mouth stretched wide open around the ball gag in complete silent, and with every blow its strength was reduced to nothing. But it fought against every blow with its misplaced pride. it thought that by showing even a slight spark of resilience it was making its MASTER proud of it. it took it a huge amount of pain to understand that its MASTER wanted only one thing from it. Complete and utterly total submission. And only when it collapsed on the barrel, unable to move, all defiance beaten out of it, the beating stopped. The pain started in its arse all the way down its legs, up its back. it felt like electric shocks crawling up and down its body. it was released from the barrel and carried downstairs through the bar, through the entrance and dumped in front of the piss through. There was no need to tie it up. it laid there its head in the through with the stale stagnant piss making its way under its rubber hood. it felt someone standing over its body and pissed all over its head. it opened its mouth but the MAN ignored its hole, he just soaked its rubber hood with his piss not even aiming at the hole. And all the MAN who pissed on it from then did exactly the same. They did not piss in it. Only on it. it did not deserve their stinking waste.

After a bit it was dragged out off the through by its feet and it was put on its back in the middle of the piss room. its blindfold was removed and it saw that it was once again surrounded by MEN, all leering at it. It could no stop itself looking at all of them, going from one evil smirk to another trying to guess where the next abuse would come from. One approached it holding a pig in full rubber on all four. The pig was made to crawl over it and aim his cock at its face. A heavy boot pressing hard on its balls made it open its mouth with a gasp. As soon its hole was opened, the pig had a massive nasty piss in it. The disgusting liquid was filling its mouth and the boot pressing hard on its balls was a clear order to keep its hole open. Only when the piss reached its lips did the boot cam off its balls and it swallowed as quickly as it could chocking on the piss. The boot landed again on its balls, and the pig stated to piss more. it was filled three times before the pig moved off only to be replaced by another one.

it was the pigs' piss hole.

it lost count of how many time it was made to flush pig's piss. Some of it was so fucking disgusting that it had to be recycle piss. Many times over. its throat burned from the acid waste but it made sure not to drop a bit. But some of the pigs did not stop when its mouth was full, they just kept on pissing, so it swallowed quickly but it was too late. Piss was wasted on the floor and its balls were crushed for being a stupid animal. It was not its fault. WRONG. It was its fault, no matter what was done to it.

As it flushed loads after loads of piss it felt the rubber sheath being pulled over its cock cage, sealing again the catheter in its dick and by the time the last pig emptied itself in it, its bladder was screaming again for relief. it knew that there would be none for a very long time.

MEN and pigs around it started to leave. The music had stopped and it must have been closing time.

its MASTER grabbed its leash and pulled it up. Time to go home. it was not eve surprised as it was pulled back in the bar area. There were not many people left. TOPS making the last arrangement before taking a sub home for some fun. its MASTER went to the bar, sat on a stool and pushed it down on its knees. From where it was it could hear its MASTER talking to the barman. A very horny young rubber guy with a mohawk. Not a pig like it, someone its MASTER talked to. it noticed the silence in the empty club, there were the last one left with the staff. it heard goodnight being said and it was pulled up its feet again. it kept its head down walking behind its MASTER and the barman. He was leaving with its MASTER. A black cab was waiting from them and the driver greeted them with a joke about the pig. It spent the journey on the floor being crushed under their boots as they snogged each other no end. it was fucking jealous and it shot quick glances to the barman. If its eyes had been daggers he would be bleeding to death. it hated the barman. For a short time. its MASTER had claimed it and it was his right to amuse himself the way HE wanted. Even with a cheap slut. it was glad it was hooded as it was sure it could not hide its emotions from showing.

When the cab stopped, the barman grabbed its leash and pulled hard on it as it stepped out nearly sending it sprawling on the ground. The barman just laughed at how useless it was. They used the back entrance to the garage and straight in its `home'.

its MASTER grabbed its leash, wrapping it around its fist to hold it in place and slapped it hard. The slap stung but it was nothing to the next one. "You thought i did not see the way you looked at my friend here YOU FUCKING PIECE OF USELESS SHIT? YOU THINK YOU'RE FUCKING BETTER? GONNA REMIND YOU YOUR FUCKING PLACE! »

Each word was followed by a hard slap. it was hurting, it was crying, it was babbling like a baby but nothing could stop its MASTER's anger. it was dragged to the other end of the building. And as it neared it, it could not help but try to pull back. The smell left no doubt where its MASTER was taking it.

TO THE PIT!

The fear it felt in its stomach was worst than anything it experienced the first time it was put in the pit. This time it knew what to expect. Its MASTER stopped it next to the sleepers covering the hellish pit. it could see the rubber used on it the first still piled up in the corner. The stench of it as bad as the one coming from the pit.

They stripped it naked. The only bit covered was its locked dick and even that changed. "YOU BETTER HOLD YOUR PISS CUNT!" The chill in his voice was a clear warning. Any drop and it would pay hell for that. So as its MASTER removed its cock cage, pulling the catheter out it squeezed as hard as it could to stop any piss to escape. it didn't know how long it was going to be left like this. Obviously not long. Its MASTER got another catheter. A longer one. A FUCKING THICKER ONE! HE put some gel on it and started to push it down its dick. The thickness of the catheter was another challenge for it. Not really painful but definitely not comfortable because of the metal ring already in its dick. The rubber tube was so thick that not even the pa ring could push on it. its piss hole was stretched to a new level and its dick was invaded in a way it never felt before. When it finally reacher its full bladder it gave silent thanks that the catheter was clamped half way down it. it could not stop a gasp as the catheter passed in its bladder, then held in place by the filled balloon. Only then did it dare to relax. The catheter was very long and coiled on the floor like a snake waiting to assault it.

Next it was thrown the thin rubber overall piece with the holes over its crotch and arse. With a resigned submission, it pulled the thin rubber over its body, pushing its feet in the socks, its hands in the gloves. The rubber piece was as slimy as it remembered, sticking to it like glue. It struggled to get into the suit, making it sweat and by the time it was fully covered it was exhausted. The rubber was thin and it could feel it all over just like its skin. it could feel any draft passing over it.

The barman turned it around, the plug was pulled out making it moan as it stretched its arse lips around it to let the fucking monster out. It started to open its mouth expecting to be made to clean it but it was just thrown on the floor. They had no much patience with it. The barman even less than its MASTER. The bastard made sure it saw the pipe it was going to use to plug its fuck hole. He put thick rubber gloves on like if he did not want to touch the disgusting animal. He dipped the pipe in a grease bucket and started to push it inside its hole. it had to fight not to push its hole open to accommodate the solid tube, it was too scare that any shit would shoot out of its arse. The barman feeling its discomfort kept on pushing the tube deeper and deeper until it was fully impaled on it, not able to close its hole. He locked the straps tight around its waist and between its legs, the bastard used the smallest setting. The tube was going nowhere.

Its MASTER pulled the thick heavy duty chaps up its legs, forced its feet in the bondage boots, then proceeded to lace them up. At the same time the barmen was adding a very tight weight to the metal band already around its balls , pulling hard on them, probably more than really needed. it did its best to stay silent not wanting to give him any satisfaction. The stupid pig just played his game. Its MASTER strapped the boots together, taking away any movement, then HE tightened the straps on the chaps as the barman was holding on its balls behind its legs. When all the straps were done from its ankles to the top of its thighs, its legs were joined together in a very uncomfortable position. it had to concentrate to keep its balance. They put the stinking rubber straight jacket on it, pulling every strap very tight around its waist and chest. it breathed in to get a little relief but they just used the next hole down on the straps. The stupid pig would never learn that nothing would be easy for it. Not even breathing. They put the leather suspension harness over the layers of rubber before strapping its arms high and tight in its back. it could hardly breathe held in the heavy duty bondage. it was forced to slow down its breathing to get any air in its lungs.

it was so lost in its own space that it had not seen the barman squatting down in front of it. When it looked closely at him it nearly lost any self control it had left. He was shitting inside a rubber hood. it could see the shit pilling inside the hood. When he was done, he got up rubbing the hood, spreading the nasty filth all over the inside. he showed it the shitty rubber before pulling it over its head. The hood was very thick and its face hurt as it was squeezed by the rubber. Some shit escape through the holes for the eyes, nose and mouth. But the barman just collected it on his fingers before pushing them deep in its mouth making it gag. He coated all the inside of its mouth with the foul tasting shit. He was hard humiliating the pig even more.

Next they pulled a rubber sack over its top half forcing its head through a tight collar around its throat sealing it further in its rubber prison. They pulled the harness' straps through holes in the bag and connected them to the hanging chains. it was lifted off the floor and the little support it had as it was standing on the floor was gone, it felt as it was sinking further in the rubber.

The barmen passed a chain through the bottom strap on the boots, pulled its legs backwards and locked the ends of the chain to two rings on the ball weight. it could not keep its legs up and its balls just got pulled hard as it hang helpless. There was no end to their sadistic mind.

The sound of the sleeper being removed made it jerk in the chain. When the pit was open the stench coming from it nearly made it puke. its MASTER grabbed it and pulled it along the track until it was above the filthy liquid. the barmen started to mower it inside the pit. it could only watch as its bent legs were getting closer. it felt the cold liquid working its way up its rubbered body. it jumped from the shock as the cold liquid hit its exposed balls and dick, entering its hole through the tube that got cold. it was stopped when the liquid reached its waist with its shoulders sticking out of the pit. its MASTER squatted in front of it, holding a rubber mask similar to the one with the tubes. This one had only one tube for its stomach and there were two wide plugs for its snout. it looked at its MASTER pleading with its eyes for some mercy. Even as it did not say a word. part of it knew it needed that, but another knew that was wrong, men did not behave that way. But that was it. it wasn't a man, not even an animal.

Animals have more rights than it.

its MASTER took its time pushing the end of the catheter lodged in its dick and bladder through a plug of some sort. HE pushed the plug on the hole part in the mask sealing it completely. HE tested it a bit , making sure it was well in place. The catheter was fully connected to the stomach tube. Then HE greased the tube and started to push it up it down its throat. its MASTER stared at it with cold eyes as HE pulled the mask over its head, engulfing it in total darkness, the two plugs sealing its snout for it to breathe through. it opened its mouth a wide as possible for the mouth piece to pass its teeth forcing the tube further inside its body. The mask was zipped so fucking tight that the shit covering its head was spread even more, some sticking between its lips and the gag. The clamp was removed from the catheter as it felt its bladder emptying itself straight into its stomach. A wide collar was put around its neck. And as it felt the padlock being locked it was sealed in its rubber coffin.

it was lowered in the filthy liquid all the way up to its neck with only its head sticking out. The smell was revolting as it entered its snout through the hollow plugs. Then it heard the sleepers being scraped along the concrete as they were placed back over the pit. Over it.

Then nothing.

Only silence.

Only darkness.

Only pain.

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Skin fuck 25

In its delusional mind, it had though that it would cope better with the pit. it had stayed in it before after all.

it tried to stay calm at the beginning, it knew its MASTER was somewhere above it and that was a comfort of sort. Not for long. it was sealed in rubber, buried in a stinking pit, forced to breathe through plugs sealed up its snot. it was alone.

The fear started to build in its stomach, destroying every bit of self control it had left. it started to moan but it knew that no sound was escaping the thick mask. The moans became calls of help, then screams at the top of its lungs. it was cursing them, calling them every fucking name under the sun. No answer. As it screamed, it was jerking in the chains, trying to shake them off, hitting the narrow pit's walls. Only when it dipped its face in the vile liquid, breathing it up its plugged snout holes, did the feeling of drowning calmed it down. The vile taste entering the back of its throat, threatening to make it gag. it concentrated on its breathing, as long as it breathed slowly it would be ok.

Then the feeling of complete helplessness started to turn it on. Every hole on it was controlled. it was no more than an object waiting to be of any use. The horny thoughts of depraved submission crossing its sick mind got it all worked up again, its dick sliding over the thick catheter in a painful and horny way. it started to hump the liquid. How stupid was that? it had passed caring a long time ago. if that was what its MASTER wanted, what was it to think otherwise. Lust had replaced fear for a short while. it sort of came in its mind since it could not cum physically, leaving it panting through the plugs allowing small amount of air in its lungs. FUCKING STUPID CUNT! When would it understand that thinking could only bring more despair. There was no relief, no comforting for it. Its world was a world of pain for it, of pleasure for the MEN. it was hard as steel.

Time had no meaning, even less when enclosed in the pit. The only feeling it had was the pain in its balls as they were pulled down by the weight of its legs locked on them. The liquid barely offering any support to them. It had to concentrate on lifting its legs as much as it could to get relief on its balls, then gravity took its toll again. That was a constant battle that it finally lost as it was exhausted. It sank even more in the pit if that was possible. probably only in its mind as it was solidly held in place by the harness. Having its arms locked in its back was another source of discomfort. its shoulders pulled backwards, its chest forward, making it harder for it to breath. its stretched jaws were sore for their implacable position around the gag. The steel tube in its arse had a way of reminded it that it could not control its bowels. But from all what was happening to it, the worst was to know that the first hood was glued to its head by shit. What made it sick was that it was the bastard barman's shit and not its MASTER's. it wanted the shit cleaned off it, but it was there to stay, and it somehow knew that its MASTER wanted to make it understand that it was no more than a property, an animal, an object. Something to mould the way HE wanted it. The body modifications were only the beginning. The tattooed mohawk would remind it every day of the finality of its situation, and it dreaded the first day it would be allowed back in society. the way it would have to face its colleagues at work, its friends, its family. Then a thought froze it. Would it be ever allowed `outside'? The cold sensation in its stomach did not bring any relief. it had been a huge fantasy of its to belong totally and utterly to a MAN. Turned into a property, disappearing from the outside world. But now that it was a serious possibility, it was not sure it could cope with it. It wanted out, it WANTED OUT!!!! it was again fucking screaming its head off, wallowing in its liquid prison. In vain.

Only exhaustion made it calm down this time. It was on a rollercoaster. One moment it was peaceful in its acceptance of its submission to its MASTER, the next it was trashing like mad against the fear of loosing the tiny bit of humanity it was clinging too. it was mad at itself for thinking it still had any rights. it searched a long time for a MAN to completely reformat it. And as it submitted to many TOPS, for few hours, it thought that would never happen. Until its MASTER claimed it that night in the pub.

its thoughts were stopped by a buzzing sound, like a tapping noise, all over its head. Liquid was poured over its head. it felt like two spots were the liquid was hitting its mask. THEY WERE PISSING ON IT. it grunted as loudly as it could, jerking in the harness. it was so much to be pulled out of the pig that it didn’t care how fucking pathetic it was. But to avail.

it was back alone. And that hit it harder because as long as it was ignored, its mind slowly adjusted to its situation, but that small show of interest in it reinforced even more its uselessness to them. it was good to piss on and enclose back in the pit. Better for nothing else. Alone in its pigsty.

Then came the sobbing. it could not help it. The tears started to flow again inside the rubber hood mixing with the shit. it wanted its MASTER. It wanted to hurt for HIM. it wanted to scream for HIM. Anything to avail that despair.

At that moment, it finally accepted its place. it finally grasped what it meant to totally belong to its MASTER. it promised itself it would be the perfect animal to HIM, the perfect object. At least it would try until it fucked up again. And there was no one to witness that.

And that was its cycle of hell . Pain, lust, despair, anger, screams, tears, solace. And again pain, lust, despair... Then blackness.

When it came it was still in the pit but it had no fight left in it to rebel. it even imagined that it was moving. IT WAS MOVING UP! THEY WERE PULLING IT OUT OF HELL!!! And when it started to swing in the chains it could not feel the pit's wall this time. its feet were realised from its balls sending a wave of pain through them, it felt something being put on its feet, and when it could not swing anymore did it realised that it was locked to the floor. it was left hanging, the vile liquid dripping of it, ignored. But it did not care. The longer it stayed there, the stronger its insecurities resurfaced. it was so fucking pathetic that it disgusted itself. the pit was a physical torture but that was nothing to what it did to its mind. And with a short flash of comprehension it understood that its MASTER wanted to rebuild it from the way down and that as well as its body, its mind needed to be crushed to be formatted as its MASTER wanted. it was sure that it would visit the pit many times.

After a long while the collar tight around its neck was removed, the back of the mask was unzipped and pulled totally of it. The feel of the tube leaving its stomach was like a burn but it was going to be able to see its MASTER. Of course, the smirking bastard was standing in front of it. "Hi piggy. Had a good time? Because i had. I sucked Boss' cock for hours, still taste it. I worn him out so he's relaxing and i have to take care of you disgusting cunt. » it had to clench its jaws shut not to utter a sound. it knew the bastard was baiting it but it wasn't to give him any satisfaction in succeeding.

The bastard looked good in its rubber t-shirt, chaps and waders. And he knew it. He put thick rubber gloves on its hands and started to undo the straps on the boots and it moaned of relief when the heavy boots came off. Next he undid the straps holding its legs tight together and pulled the bondage chaps down its legs. FUCKING BLISS!!! But nothing compared to what it felt when the steel tube was removed from its fuck hole. The bastard warned it to hold on his shit and it took a bit of satisfaction when it heard the bastard heaving a couple of times as he threw the filthy tube in a corner. A large bullet shaped plug was pushed up its fuck hole, but this one had a narrow base for it to hold the plug in place. The barman clamped the catheter in its dick before unplugging it from the mask, then he locked heavy rubber restraints on its ankles followed by a spreading bar. The bastard made sure to pull hard a few times on the chain still hanging from its weighted balls before locking it to the ring in the middle of the bar. it shortened the chain just a little bit to make sure that its hanging feet pulled hard on its balls but still looking as it was comfortable. BASTARD. That was a good name for him.

"How do you like my shit cunt? Bet you hate it by now. Want its Master shit and all. FILTHY CUNT!" it stayed silent again, knowing that it was frustrating the bastard. He was maybe free to do with the pig but he knew that its MASTER would have no problem punishing it if he was going to far. He shoved a large penis gag in its mouth, strapping it tight before walking away. The thought of him joining its MASTER made it so fucking envious and frustrated as its pathetic dick got hard.

it was left hanging to dry dripping with the sticky filthy liquid. After a while it could hear moans coming from somewhere. Not happy ones. it even heard muffled screams. But nothing prepared it for the wonderful sight it got later. its MASTER was pulling the bastard on a leash with his hands locked in his back, a tight muzzle over his head, a wide posture collar. The bastard looked less arrogant now. He avoided looking at the pig as he was pushed on his knees. Not so proud now...

its MASTER stood in front of it, grabbed its balls and crushed them, bringing tears to its eyes. The metal band around its ball sack was digging hard in its balls. it wanted to scream and beg for mercy but the look in its MASTER's eyes told it that it'd better stay silent. All it could do was to open its mouth wide around the gag in a silent scream. it got slapped on its arse, chest, sides, back, head, face as its MASTER walked around its property, checking it to make sure it was of any use to HIM. Then HE walked to the kneeling bastard. "So you know the deal cunt. You fucked up and you got one choice to make. You fucking stay on your knees and you get punished. You stand up and you fuck off back to your weekend's masters." The disdain in his voice was clear what HE thought of them.

The bastard stayed on its knees, head down. "Good cunt. You gonna spend some time together."

its MASTER walked back to it and started to release it from the hoist. When HE undid the chains connected to the harness it just collapsed on floor not able to even stand on its own legs. it was turned over in the pool of the nasty liquid that had dripped on the floor, its arms released and dropped « dead » at its sides, the suspension harness was unlocked and and pulled of it, the straightjacket followed. it was more dumped out of it than anything else. "GET UP CUNT!" it struggled to stand on its feet, left with the thin rubber and shit filled hood. its balls hanging low with the metal band and weight on them, its fuck hole still stretched with the heavy plug, its dick still sealed with the catheter. Looking at the bastard kneeling in submission, it could nor stop smirking and getting hard at the sight. It knew that his brain's natural arrogance was loosing the fight against his dick. it learned the hard way that it did not have two different sides of its personality. For a long time, on one side it was the man who many people appreciated, the good friend, the good son, the good colleague; and on the other it was the arrogant leather top who used subs after subs until it got a hard reality wake up call. it was a fucking pig craving for use and abuse. Still it thought that was apart from its social life. And the more its MASTER was training it the more it realised that it was a pig above all, and maybe it will be allowed again in society. But it was sure that would not be easy for it. it dreaded it to be honest.

A hard slap on its face pulled it out of its thought. "I SAID ON YOUR KNESS FUCKING CUNT!" its eyes filled with tears from the stinging slap and it dropped in from of its MASTER. Fucking up was not an option for it.

its MASTER grabbed the bastard and made it kneel next to it removing the collar and head harness from his head. Then HE removed the shit coated hood from its head making it moan from the relief it got as the fucking tight rubber was pulled off and it felt cool air for the first time on its still shit covered face. its MASTER just stepped in from of the bastard and took a couple of steps back holding the filthy hood open facing the bastard. HE did not say one word. HE stood waiting like if HE had all the time in the world. From the corner of its eye it saw the bastard looking up, his face white as chalk. He was biting the inside of his lips, tears on his face. Then it started to crawl on his knees towards the hood, he was sobbing openly as he got closer to it and he shouted of despair as he pushed his face in the waiting hood. its MASTER pulled it over his head and zipped it, tightly sealed. it felt a bit of compassion for the bastard and it reminded itself of how he treated it. The stupid bastard got what he deserved. it was brought again out of its thought with a hard slap. And when it looked up at its MASTER it saw that HE was close to loos his patience with it, so it concentrated on him. its head was pulled up and its snout ring removed. Gonna have that stretched soon pig. A hollow stainless steel plug was pushed in the piercing and clamped tight in place before its ring was put back in place. The feeling of steel agains steel was weird. It knew that the smooth segment ring made it look more like an animal than if it had a ball to close it. A thick see through hood was pulled over its filthy head and zipped tight. It felt as if the hood was even tighter than the previous one. Definitely no discomfort was speared for it...

Then its MASTER started to work on both.

First HE fed them. HE brought a large plastic through filled with a white paste with brown chunks of meat in front of them and pissed in it. EAT! There was no choice in that command. it dived in the through and started to eat the piss covered oat paste. The barman joined it but was less inclined to eat. A boot pushed his head down in the paste to fill his mouth. When the through was empty they were made to lick each other clean. They must have looked fucking stupid licking their rubber covered face...

He had us standing facing each other as HE put it in a full bondage harness, locking the straps on its ankles, legs, knees, thighs, waist, chest, arms, elbows, forearms, wrists as tight as possible, the padlocks not necessary but there to reinforce how helpless it was. Both helpless, once the bastard was locked in a harness too. HE locked the large rings on its the shoulders to the chains hanging from one end of the bar on the hoist, the bastard on the other end. HE raised the hoist and wasted no time in finishing. HE removed the ball weight on its balls, leaving the tight metal abound, HE put a similar band on the piglet's (better name than bastard) balls as well as an electro straps on each set of ball. HE put a catheter down the piglet's dick making it grunt as HE pushed it inside his bladder,( fucking little player). HE used some padlocks on the rings on the inside of the legs' part of the harness ti force their legs together forcing their balls and pathetic dick forward. Then HE put double trigger hooks on the outside part of each the harness to attach it to the other, bringing the pig's and piglet's body together, HE even used a smaller one to join their balls' metal band. HE locked their arms behind one another, bringing them even closer. HE put a wide solid posture collar on both with a solid metal bar between both forcing them to look at one another. HE pushed thick hollow plugs in both snouts, making it a tight fit and forcing their nostrils out. HE forced two pills down their throat and strapped a massive ball gag in both, and of course fucking locking it behind their head before pulling a gas mask hood over both heads. The breathing hoses were joined on a double connector with one hose hanging down. Even their breathings were joined now. its MASTER walked behind it, slapped it hard on its arse as HE pulled the plug out. it made sure to keep its arse squeezed tight. it was already feeling the heat coming off the piglet. And when the stupid pig though things could not get worst, they just did as HE pulled a tight thick stinking rubber bag over the animals, enclosing them totally in the rubber cocoon. As HE reached their groins zipping the back up, HE removed the clamps on the catheters, instantly releasing their bladders soaking each other in piss. More straps were locked all over the bag, leaving them in complete darkness. Through the hose it could smell the stink from the previous pigs locked in the bag as well as the hot breath coming from the piglet. it must have been the same for the piglet. The hoist was raised further up. Then nothing.

Until the shocks on their balls started. The fucking electro was set on random settings and it was a constant variant electro shocking, caressing, tickling, frying, edging the balls on them. Neither could stay still under the assault and soon both were sweating bucket in their rubber prison. Their hot breaths finding their way inside the other's mask, they could feel each other's heart beating like a drum on battle field. Joined by the straps, joined by the rubber, joined by their suffering.

There was nothing horny in their situation, and the pain it felt was no pleasure. I its confused mind it forced to shake its body as if there was any chance it could get free. All it managed was to make piglet fight against it and they both exhausted themselves trying. But its dick was hard as steel. it could feel piglet's dick hot as hell against its. Both were horny has fuck, both started to moan like fucking cheap whores in a brothel. This was not normal. And in a flash of understanding it knew what was one of the pills its MASTER fed them: Kamagra. They would be constantly horny for hours and hours to come with no chance of relief.

it dreaded to think what was the second pill for.

The smell of their piss was filling the bag, climbing up the hose to reach its stretched snout. Then the smell of shit coming from the piglet's hood started to come though or was it its own stink filling its mask. Piglet was experiencing the same thing as he started to moan. Not moans, sobbing sound. He was crying.

What did it care if the bastard could not take it? Why would it bothered by his suffering? Not so long ago he was enjoying abusing it. He did not deserve any sympathy. Yet, it tightened its arms as much as it could around piglet in a comforting embrace, rubbing his hands over his arse, trying to calm in down and stop them from the wild swinging motion.

The fucking bastard repaid it by letting his shit shoot all over its hands in a cramping motion.

 FUCKING BASTARD! FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!

That would teach it to feel for another cunt. it was swearing around the gag in its mouth calling the bastard any fucking name it could think off. it was getting fucking angry, so much that its stomach started to hurt. Not its stomach, ITS BOWELS. That was what the second pill was for. As it understood, it felt the electro going higher and higher. And as it screamed, its bowels let go and its shit splattered all over their legs and the bag.

The sticky mess was clinging to the rubber and their legs as they swung madly...

The electro stopped as suddenly as it started going up. They were both panting, trying to catch their breath, getting even more of the stink in their lungs. They calmed down, their head resting against the other, their heart beat, their dick softening, the swinging stopping.

it was over. Once again its stupidity won over.

The electro started up their balls again, their dick hardened from their horniness ans the cycle started again, they tried to hump one another in a pathetic attempt to get some relief, but there was no orgasm possible. Kamagra had this nasty effect. it got you horny as fuck with no change of an orgasm.

They were there to suffer, to suffer together as its MASTER was sleeping in his comfortable bed.

it called its MASTER, it begged for release, it wanted out. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!

But their was no reply.

Only the blackness and piglet's screams.