Skin Fuck Part 26-30

Skin Fuck 26

it was fucking exhausted.

The electro on its balls, the cramps in its bowels and its hard as fuck dick stopped it from getting any rest. And when things calmed down a bit, it was the fucking bastard's turn to be assaulted, jumping in the bag, attached to it. Then its turn again...

it was sweating like a pig in heat, with the bag clinging to them. it was desperate for fresh air, clean air. Anything but the stench of the mixed piss and shit sticking to it and piglet, pooling at the bottom of the bag. There was no sleep for them and the sleep deprivation was a new torture. At times the piglet was squeezing it tight trying to get any bit of comfort he could, but it had passed a long time ago to care. If he fucked up with its MASTER, then up to him to deal with his punishment. He had a chance to walk away, go back home in his bad but he decided to stay and face his punishment.

That was a punishment for him, and normal use for it.

The harness was digging in its skin all over its body, its neck was sore from the forced position, its face was squeezed tight by the hood, its balls were fried and its fucking dick stayed hard. it was a fucking depraved animal to get turned on by the abuse. It was the pill's fault. Yeah sure, it could try to fool itself but the truth was more simple. it needed that. At least it wanted some use and abuse. The extreme use it was subjected to was a bit out of its league, at least it thought so until it was forced further down the path of complete submission to its MASTER. it tried not to think, to just obey and accept but its mind still rebelled against things done to him. And as long as there was some fight left in it, it will hold tight to it. On one level it knew it was being played by its MASTER. HE had no interest in a doormat, HE wanted to see its anger in its eyes taking a sadistic pleasure from its silent screams and tears. it was fucked.

The moans coming from the piglet were no more than whispers, he was as exhausted as it was. It took it a bit of time to realise that the electro cycle had not started again. it started to moan begging for attention, it knew its MASTER was awake and close to them. it felt the bag being lowered and the hoist stopped as they were both half resting on the floor. Suddenly they were showered in a hard spray of cold water. That was a welcome feeling after the stale heat they had to breathe constantly. They were immerged in the water rising in the bag, fucking rising towards the hose hanging from the masks. Both started too trash in the bag and hard slaps with a strap on the bag, hitting either calmed them down a bit. But the water did not stop and then no air came up the hose both lifted their heads in an uncontrolled fear reflex. The water sealed the hose again and they had no way to pull it out. it was scared but forced itself to stay calm, its MASTER knew it was doing. it pulled piglet tight against itself to stop it from trashing. The bag was moved on the rack and totally lowered to the floor, the water pouring out at the top. They could breathe.

its MASTER unchained the bag, removed the straps and opened it totally, shaking the pigs out. Both laid on a drain as HE removed the masks first. Both pulled deep breaths in. The cool air felt fantastic. Another thing that it used to take as granted that became a privilege for it. HE pulled the sticky hoods of their head and it could not stop itself from smirking when it saw the piglet's shit covered face. it was sure he blushed when saw it staring at him. The water spray hit their head making them grunt from the force of it but it was worth it. When HE decided they were clean enough, HE unlocked their arms, removed the hooks holding them and for the first time in a very long time it was able to rest on its back on its own. It was bliss. The harnesses were removed from their body and both moan as blood flooded freely up and down their sore limbs, the electro straps came off next.  its MASTER took the piglet to another part of its `home', after a bit it heard a door slammed and its MASTER came back on his own...

"GET UP AND CHANGE CUNT!" it scrambled as fast as it could to get up as some rubber was thrown at it. Getting out of the skin tight suit was as difficult as getting in it. By the time it managed to pull it off it was sweating buckets and panting.  The stinking thick black chaps was greasy and sticky. It slipped them over itself like a second skin, leaving its balls hanging low pulled down by the heavy metal band. its MASTER locked iron manacles on its wrists in its back, hooked the hoist on the spreading bar and lifted them. As its arms went up behind its back, it was forced to bend forward until il was staring at its MASTER's cock. it started to drool like a pathetic hungry bitch as HE locked a heavy metal collar around its neck and iron ankles cuffs on a spreading bar. HE locked elbow cuffs on its arms in its back pulling them closer. it could still move its feet a bit to gain some balance, but even this small liberty vanished as a chain was locked to the ring on the metal ball band and chained as short as possible to the floor. it was forced to squat down pulling on its arms, presenting its fuck hole as HE shortened the chain taking any slack away. When its MASTER seemed satisfied with it, it was totally unable to move up or down in the heavy unforgiving bondage. it was already feeling its MASTER's cock buried in its hungry hole, fucking it hard like a good little whore. But it was not even that. Being treated as a whore would be to good. it kept thinking it was human in some ways in spite of all what happened to it. And the metal mouth spreader hinged in its mouth till its jaws were as wide as possible was another reminder that nothing was its choice.

its MASTER was standing a bit away from it, pulling on his cock, making it ready for either its holes. it could not take its eyes away from the cock growing to its full length and girth. it remembered how much it hurt when its MASTER claimed it and knew that it would not be easier any time soon. its MASTER came in front of it, HIS cock so close to its open mouth that it could smell it. it pulled its tongue out reaching towards it and got a massive slap. its MASTER grabbed its collar tight. "YOU! DO! NOT! MAKE! ONE! FUCKING! DECISION!" A hard slap landing on each cheek in turn after each word. By the time its MASTER stopped its face was soaked in its tears and its face was on fire. Don't even fucking deserve my cock. HE grabbed a large bottle and started to pour its content in its mouth. JLUBE. Better hold it, grease hole. And HE had an evil smile and look in his eyes as HE pushed his already big cock inside a fucking nasty cock sheath: a solid rubber cock covered in beads. HE wasted no time in greasing it with the lube in its mouth, making sure it was covering it all pushing it deep in its hole. No, in the grease hole. Then HE walked behind it and started to fuck its hole with the nasty sheath over his cock. The beads were as fucking nasty as looked. The monster was opening its hole like if it was covered in claws. it had fucked up and it was getting a nasty fuck for its stupidity. The metal restraints kept it in place like a pig at the slaughterhouse. its MASTER was slamming his covered cock deep in its hole again and again and again. Even its moans sounded pathetic with the lube gagging it. In its mind, it was screaming its head off. The assault seemed to never stop. its MASTER greased the sheath a few more times pushing it deep in its throat, making it gag, making it fight for any air in its lungs. it knew that its MASTER could have fucked it without any lube, but it was a grease holder. And its sick mind saw itself as the club's grease holder for MEN's cock. Not to get fucked, just a commodity.

And as the chains held it in place it had to concentrate on keeping its head up under the weight on the collar. And the longer it got fucked, the heavier the collar got. it had to jerk up few times as the lube threatened to drip on the floor. Then its arms, its balls, its jaws joined in the pain it felt in its fuck hole and neck. it was like a fire taking over its body. A fire fuelling its depraved lust. Making its dick hurt too from frustration. its pathetic dick hard around the thick clamped catheter still in its dick. it jumped as from behind, its MASTER grabbed its hard dick with his hand in a greased rubber glove. HE rubbed the grease all over the pig's dick. Making it even hotter, it was fucking BURNING. It wasn't grease but deep heat cream ans as it soaked in its kin, it was setting it on fire. its MASTER moved to its balls and coated them in a thick coat of burning cream. it wanted to scream but the grease was as efficient as a solid gag. The rubber gloved hand was replace by a wet cloth. Not to clean the cream away. it knew that there was nothing worst than water on deep heat and the fire in its skin reached a new intensity. Silent tears streaming down its face, it dick hard from the pain and the rough fucking.

it was a pain pig. it craved for hurt. And tears were a reward. NO IT DID NOT WANT THAT.  HE WAS A MAN!

Useless anger, it laughed at itself, how pathetic could it get. Lost in its thoughts (again) it has not realised the fucking at stop. But it was quickly brought back to its senses when its MASTER started to slap its face hard with the rubber monster still on his cock. He was swinging it left and right, hitting its face, rubbing it over its lips, pushing it deep in its throat, feeding it the lube. « CLEAN IT CUNT. » it sealed its lips on rubber and started sucking on it, licking it up and down, feeling the rough beads on its tongue. When satisfied, its MASTER pulled it off his dick and threw it in a pool of piss of shit before releasing it from the chain you got five minutes to clean your mess cunt. And before its MASTER took to steps, it grabbed the hose and started to clean the filthy mess on the floor into the drain. it was fucking grateful that the chain still locked on its balls allowed it to reach the hose. it washed the rubber and spread it to dry. Moving around with the spreading bar still locked on its feet made it even worst. Five minutes is nothing. its MASTER came back, released the chain from its balls, pushed it on the drain, removed the liquid from the catheter ballon and pulled it out. it forced it jaws shut to stifle it scream. its piss shooting out of its dick full blast. At least it got some relief...

its MASTER marched it across the garage (dungeon? home?) and pushed it down on the sling. He removed the cuffs on its wrists and ankles replacing them by suspension restraints. HE locked its wrists to the chain, forcing it to raise itself off the sling just enough for when it laid down again, its arms were taut as much as possible, soon followed by its ankles. A thick basic rubber hood was pulled over its head, the metal collar was replaced by a posture collar forcing its head up. its MASTER wanted it to watch. And the perpetual smirk on his face as HE forced a huge ball gag in its mouth promised a hard time for the pig.

its MASTER pulled a small table next to the sling, only for it to see what was on it. But it had not much time to stare at the toys on it. its MASTER was pushing a big electro massager up its fuck hole. It was slightly bent to reach its prostate for sure, and the metal band on the outside would deliver the electro. it started to sweat. Next a ball weight with wires attached to it was locked around its balls, a rubber sack was pulled over its balls with the metal discs at the bottom pushing in its skin. A tight thick electro metal ring was placed just under its glans, a rubber harness with three balls and a urethral piece pushed inside its dick was placed over its glans. Just the thought of the electro delivered through all that made it shake even more. its MASTER clamped heavy duty jump-start clamps on its tits. it nearly pissed itself at the thought of electro being sent through them as the curved ends bit in its tits behind the thick ring. It could see through its tears its MASTER smiling as HE held the clamps up. There was no wire coming from them. it would have kissed its MASTER's boots, it was so grateful for that...

That was short lived.

The high level shocks sent trough its balls and cock made it scream again and again. The shocks were constant, frying the base of its balls, then the side of them through the metal weight, moving up to the glans ring then to the balls resting on it and to finish inside its dick. The pattern started to change moving at random from one spot to another, two different ones at the time, three together to finally get to the worst: all of them together as the electro moved to the next level. When that happened, it could not stop itself from pulling on its arms and legs, arching its body away from the sling. it did not realised what was happening immediately, it took it a long time as it recovered from the first shocks. its MASTER started the electro straight on a high setting. its pathetic knew that was torture and it stayed soft. it tried to grow hard but the bites of the electro beat it down to a pulp as if it was trying to escape from the electro touch. Every thing was secured on its balls and dick. Then the electro started to fade and finally stopped. its dick started to grow hard, and this time it kept getting hard. its foggy mind realised that its fuck hole was sort of stroked, the electro massager was buzzing against its prostate and electro waves was sent up its hole. The control box was set on orgasm... it started to pant as the pleasure started to build in its balls, it looked at its dick jumping up and down from the feeling in its arse, it was jerking in the sling, making the clamps on its tits shake, sending wave of bearable pain in them. Just enough pain to make it even harder. The build up in its balls could only end with it blowing its cum in utter lust. FUCKING WRONG. The electro shocks, this time higher than the previous torture hit it full blast and its screams mixed with its cries of denied orgasm filed the room.

its MASTER grabbed a chair and just sat, watching it tortured no end, stroking his cock.

The electroshocks stopped, the arse stroking started again. it was as it was fucked by electro. Waves and strokes hitting its prostate. This time its dick reacted quicker to the pleasure electro. And it was breathing hard as it felt that this time it would cum. WRONG. its screams and moans kept getting louder. Torture and pleasure taking over its body in turn. Then the worst happened. Both attacked it at the same time. The electro on its prostate and in its fuck hole building up as the electro shocks all over its groin kept its dick soft.

Then it happened. From the maddening stimulation, its cum leaked, FUCKING LEAKED out of its soft dick. No mind blowing orgasm, no screams of pleasure. Only tears of frustration as it watched its cum pooled out of its limp dick. As it recovered, its MASTER got up, walked to its side, rubbed its wasted cum in its skin before returning to his seat.

The stimulation up its fuck hole started again. its mind just blew!!! It was going to get milked again. Knowing what would happen did not bring any comfort. And when the shocks started to bite into its groin it was howling with all its strength. Making its MASTER hard as fuck.

it took a longer time for any cum to leak out of the second time. More the third time. And barely a drop escaped its dick the fourth time. Every milking took its toll on it and by the fourth, it was totally exhausted. It seemed to be a perpetual state for it. Either horny, hurting or exhausted. it was bracing itself for the cycle to start again but instead it felt its MASTER next to it. HE removed the clamps on its tits and grabbed them both mashing between its finger as the blood rushed back in its sore flesh. it just screamed, arching its body. How fucking useless that was, HE pulled it up by its tits, spreading them and just let them go, dropping in it back on the sling. Without a pause HE grabbed a large tube, placed it over one tit and pumped the air out pulling its tit up the tube. It quickly felt as if its tit was pulled off its chest. Then HE did the same to the other one. it could only stare at the two bits of flesh pulled up the tubes making it look even more like a freak if that was even possible. The metal rings in its tits felt huge but it knew that they would get bigger for real soon. it just didn't know how soon.

it was left alone a very long time in the sling for a very long with only its thoughts to keep it company. it was torturing itself thinking about what would come. Many times it scolded itself for too much thinking but it could not help it. it tried to listen for any sounds but there was only silence. its tits were getting very sore by the constant sucking on them. it felt lie there was a mouth sucking on each. it smirked thinking about to pigs kneeling on its sides and making its tits grow for more abuse, for a bigger ring in each.

its MASTER moved near its head making it jumped in the sling as it didn't him approaching. HE pulled its gag out. it tried to work on relaxing its jaws but the fat cock pushed deep in it stopped it from getting a break. The piss just flowed inside its throat. A fucking huge load of it. its MASTER pushed his cock deeper and deeper as HE pissed. its airways were sealed and it started to panic and it trashed trying to get air in. A slap to its face stopped its fucking nonsense. So it just swallowed as fast as possible. And it gasped as its MASTER pulled his cock out. Next HE removed all the electro from its body and released it from the sling pulling it up.

"You fucking cunt. You think i can't see how you look at me. Want to take a punch at me fucking cunt? GO ON! GIVE IT YOUR BEST SHOT! NO? Fucking piece of shit. "

it had to bite its tongue to stop itself from speaking. it knew that was a bait it'd better not take. its snout flared like a fucking bull ready to charge, making its MASTER laugh as HE pulled the hood from its head, the sweat mixed to the tears soaking its face. But at no time did it drop its head. it kept its eyes on its MASTER part in defiance part in acceptance. HE was its MASTER.

And HE was taking out to town.

First, it was handed the spiked cock and balls separator it was made to lock on itself the day it was claimed. And without a word, it locked it on the smallest setting, the pins digging in its stretched skin. A moan escaped as it pressed the final stud. But it didn't have much time to adjust as it was handed the large plug it pushed up in the fuck hole in the pub's toilet. it slipped up its hole so easily that it blushed remembering how tight it was the first time. it gasped as the tubes on its tits were removed leaving two stubs sticking out of its chest like small breasts. This time it felt the heat on its cheeks as its MASTER laughed at it.  A stinking black thick rubber t-shirt was next followed by piss stinking yellow football socks, rubber waders and a nasty smelling brown and yellow tracksuit. it must have looked like a fucking freak with the tattooed mohawk on its head, the thick ring in hanging from its snout.

it followed its MASTER to the garage next door.

And out on the street.

Skin fuck 27

it glared at the kids back. it was not going to be humiliated by fucking spotty kids.

The tube carriage was packed of course and the four kids sanding next to it were making loud comments about much it was stinking. They were making puking sounds, laughing at it.

its MASTER was sitting further down, smirking at it.

The people around it pretended nothing was going one, but they stepped as far away from it as possible and it was relieved when it saw its MASTER getting up to get out at the next stop.

it followed its MASTER with a last insulting remark from the kids as the door closed...

it knew that it must have looked like a freak in its track suit, the zip on the jacket open halfway down showing the rubber underneath; the thick wadders sticking out of the trousers. its MASTER got on the escalator pointing at the stairs next to it. it had to climb them as fast as possible to keep up, its balls hurting as hell with the spikes digging in its skin, the huge plug moving up its fuck hole. it paid no attention to the couple of slurs it got as it brushed by people. By the time it reached the top it was sweating, making the smell coming off it even stronger. it was looking for the cool air outside the station and it nearly lost its MASTER walking down another tunnel towards another tube platform. it stood a couple of steps behind its MASTER. its dick was hard as steel in its spiky prison. It could not help itself from being turned on by the fact that it was following its MASTER just as if it was on a leash. The sight of the tube pulling in was like a cold shower and it could not stop shivering looking at the carriages packed with people in red and white. Of course it was sunday and Arsenal was playing in town...

More nasty comments, more disgusted looks, even a couple of knowing smirks from skinheads in their footy gear as they talked to its MASTER. it was not surprised when HE took their phone number. it followed its MASTER and the crowd as they poured out of the station towards the stadium. its MASTER walked down another road. More supporters were coming out of the pubs on their way to the match but in minutes the road was empty. its MASTER was taking it to another one of the London kinky stores. it knew the manager of the store. it used to top the manager and it dreaded to face him now. It kicked itself mentally. Pride was not a thing it could afford anymore. It was a pig and had to accept it. Easier said than done when constantly taken on a roller coaster of abuse and humiliation. its MASTER rang the door, and it took a deep breath as it stepped inside the dim store. Maybe the manager would not be there. it was not to be its lucky day.

its MASTER walked to the desk and said it was here for a special order. The young rubber guy with a red mohawk made a call and within minute the manager greeted its MASTER with a deep snog and hug. When he looked behind its MASTER he spotted it and just laugh. "That is a fucking surprise. How did you manage that? " He stepped next to it, rubbed his hand over its tattooed head, pulled the zip on the jacket down and pulling on the trousers' waist band to look at its rubber. He took deep breath though his nose, smirking as he took its stink in. "Well well well. « That's a change from the arrogant top who fed me his shit. Looks like it's ready for mine now. " "STRIP CUNT! " it jumped as its MASTER barked his command. It pulled track suit off its body and stood in the stinking rubber and wadders. "THE WADDERS TOO." it pulled them off its feet, spreading its legs and crossing its wrists in its back. The manager grabbed its groin with one hand and squeezed it hard, the spikes bitting in its skin, making it moan. His other hand finding the plug up its fuck hole. The evil glint in his eyes showed that he was enjoying the changes in it. "Looking forward using you properly soon worm. But lets get you in your skin. " it followed its MASTER and the manager to the back of the store, walking through the racks of rubber and leather gear towards the dungeon showroom. A space with a bondage wheel on the wall, fuck benches, cages, bondage chairs and racks... But what caught its eyes was the piece of rubber spread in the middle of the floor. It looked like a rubber sleep sack. The closer it looked the more it saw the details about the multi layered bag. But it tore its eyes away as shop assistant removed the separator on its groin and the plug up its fuck hole. The bastard was not gentle. What was with them? First the barman, now him. The glare it got showed that it was not to expect any sympathy from him either.

its MASTER and the manager just watched as thick rubber shorts were pulled up its legs and over its groin and arse. There was a narrow hole in the front of them for its dick and balls to be pulled through. The assistant obliged making it grunt when he pulled its balls through the hole, squashing them between his fingers. A straight pug attached to the short was pushed up is fuck hole, keeping it stretched. Only the plug part inside the tube kept its waste inside it. For a time. its MASTER inspected the shorts and plug, pulling on the base sticking out of the shorts. "That's for the connection." WHAT? its mind could not even understand what the manager meant, but it was certain of one thing. it would find out the hard way.

 it was made to lie face down on the bag. its arms were pushed inside two rubber sleeves pushing its hands through a much narrow space at the end of them. Once fully in place, its hand were squeezed inside a tight flat space. it could not spread its fingers or make a fist. The assistant pushed its legs apart a bit, grabbed its balls, pulled them down and locked a thick rubber traps around them. its dick started to get hard between its body and the rubber underneath it. That was until dull spikes started to dig in it making it grunt. its own weight pressed its dick inside the nasty spikes, so it pushed itself up slightly to avail. The spikes did their job and it forced itself to get soft. "Stupid worm." That was the second time that word was used for it. Once its balls were secured to the bag, its feet were pushed inside a padded and somehow reinforced space at the bottom of the bag forcing it to point its feet out and keeping them flat in place making it impossible for it to be put in a standing position. The bag was zipped up its legs stopping just below its rubber covered arse where a strap was tightened with more belts on its thighs, legs and ankles. Its legs were « glued » in place. its mind started to understand why it was called worm, making its stupid dick hard again, to get bitten by the metal studs...

FUCKING STUPID PIG.

Next, the first layer of rubber was zipped over its back, from its neck down. Three more straps were tighten, glueing this time its arms to its body.

its MASTER and the manager grabbed it at the waist and lifted it off the floor for the assistant to push its legs in the lower half of the second bag and to pull it up over its arse as there was no zip in the bottom part. The manager pointed to rings at its waist for its MASTER to use the hoist if on his own. Fucking clever. The second bag was very thick and tight, the sleeve encasing its legs even more in a tight confinement. The assistant pulled the plug's base through a hole in the rubber. its twisted mind imagined that it would soon be its only connection to the outside world. it just didn't know how right it was and didn't think much about it when a helmet was showed to it. it was made out of very thick rubber, just an oval shape with oval dark lenses in place of its eyes, two holes for its snout and a wider hole for its mouth, with a human face in the inside for its head to fir it, taking away any human features. In no time the mask was pulled over its head. The weight of it was fucking unbelievable as they put it over its head. A wide plug was pushed inside its mouth, two large plugs up its snout and two plugs sealed its ears as the mask was strapped tight. it tried to breathe through its mouth but it was sealed, so once again all its air was pulled through its snout. The top part of the second layer of rubber was zipped shut down and across its back with a dreadful finality.

it was totally enclosed in rubber. Just an oval shape. Unable to see, to hear, to talk, to stand up. Only able to crawl. Like a worm.

FUCKING HELL! They turned in into a fucking form. it was ure that they could not even hear it as it screamed around the gag. Suddenly it could see. Sort of, something had been pulled off the lenses and it got a limited grey vision. Everything was blurry and it had to concentrate hard to see the different shape in front of it. From the movement it could barely see the manager talking to its MASTER and pointing at it. The manager was making signs at it, sort of calling it. He wanted it to move towards them. it started to jerk, crawling towards them as they walked backward. The rubber was either extremely thick or had a padding of some sort to reduce the effect of constant crawling on a hard surface. it was certain that once again its comfort was not even a consideration, only another to keep the worm for a very long time... The covers were put back on the lenses. Leaving it again in total darkness. a subhuman thing, a rubber worm. The tears started to soak its face. it wanted to stop them but its brain was telling it that another part of its humanity was stripped from it. That at the core it was an animal, an object disguised in a horny man for when in society. This new level of degradation was something it never dreamed of experiencing or imagined. That was complete madness. Its brain was totally fucked. And its traitor of a dick was hard as steel.

Oblivious to the worm's turmoil, the manager was detailing the features of the bag to its MASTER.

"You can see the rubber covering the zips, the rubber around its neck is extra thick to cover the base of the mask, like this it looks like the cunt is sealed in the rubber. it arms are kept at the sides, hands flat, feet forced out in a flat position too. You have rubber overs over the lenses when you want to keep it in the dark, when they're off it can only see forms and shades. In the mouth hole there is a plug at the bottom you can pull out to feed it. For its shit, there is a rubber plug connected to a hose to fit perfectly in the tube in its hole once you removed the sealing plug.  You can connect it to a water pipe to fill it with water, or use a funnel at the end of it for piss or whatever, remove the plug to empty it. Close it again when done. You can feed it with castor oil the fist time. it will crawl around all on its own.  For its piss, there is a tube along the inside of the bag all the way down with a rubber covered metal screw in the base of the bag. For long term use, put a catheter in its dick, connect it to the tube. You only need to unscrew the hole at the base to empty it. Close it again when done. Like this there is little maintenance. The outside rubber is hardware coated and you can bring it once a year or so to us to give it a new coat."

it never felt so cut off from the outside world. The pressure of the rubber took another dimension. it felt it everywhere from its head down. When it had been locked in a rubber sleepsack before, it was possible for it to move its shoulders or push its arms out to relax them for a bit. But this time it had lost of possibilities, its arms glued to its body, the straps making sure that the first layer of rubber had turned solid, there was no space for it to spread its legs at all, even its fingers and toes were sealed in position unable to spread or wiggle them. All of its body was now one solid mass.  They had turned it into a rubber worm. it could only wiggle side to side or crawl. it was totally blind, deaf and mute. All its senses had been removed. The only thing it had left was touch at it laid on the floor. Even that was muted by the thickness of the rubber and padding. The floor still felt hard underneath it but it was somehow cushioned, sort of floating on. The air it breathed was warm pulled though the rubber plugs in its snout. Suddenly it could breathe through its mouth, it pulled cool air as much as it could, it pushed its tongue in the open tube and it was sure it felt some fingers but that lasted only a couple of seconds as the gag was sealed again. it felt fingers in its arse plug too, but once again too quick to know it that was real. Then it could see. The lenses covers were removed, it could guess its MASTER and the manager still standing in from of it. it concentrated hard on them. its MASTER ordered it by signs to crawl towards them. it arched its body and jumped a bit to move closer to him. its pathetic attempt had barely moved it, and it repeated its move again and again and again, getting closer. Once they they were sure it was crawling forward, they turned around and walked away, back to the front of the store. it knew, it was to join them. it seemed fucking miles to it. The extra thickness of the rubber made it nearly impossible for it make big jumps and soon they were not even jumps; it was literally crawling, bending its body as high as it could to slide forward. it had to navigate though the racks, concentrating so much on its heavy breathing and moves that it got lost. it thought that going straight would take it to the desk, but it remembered that a couple of racks were at an angle, and it took a wrong turn and was going back towards the displayed dungeon furniture. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

it turned around and this time had to look hard where it was going and by the time it reached them, it was dripping in sweat, breathing hard. it had no idea how it took it and it remembered stupidly a wildlife program explaining that animals did not have the same perception of time than humans. it knew that was true.

As it was left panting at their feet, it was ignored. A boot was resting on the back of its neck, forcing it face hard in the floor. Then total bliss, it felt the bags being unzipped, the straps unlocked and cool air crawling up its skin. it was pulled out of the bag. its mouth and fuck hole feeling stretched and empty. The large plug was pushed back up its hole, the waders and track suit thrown at it to get dress again.

The manager laughed at it again, telling it that it would make a good display worm and promising to see it very soon as he handed it a very large carrier bag with its worm skin inside.

Another humiliating journey later it was standing behind its MASTER in front of a very busy pub and it braced itself as it followed its MASTER inside. HE looked around and spotted some of his friends. it was ignored as they greeted each others. Of course they checked it up and down, giving it less attention than to dog shit on the soles of their boots. Most in the crowd were skinhead/leather MEN. "Put ter bag away cunt, get me a bitter and ask if can fill any piss tank spot available." its MASTER's friends had a good laugh hearing that. it was not sure what HE meant, but that did not sound good for it. The evil smirk on the barman's face as he told it yes and to wait for him sent shivers down its spine. Straight to its hard dick. The barman came around the bar and followed it to its MASTER. You want your pig set up Sir? its MASTER nodded and looked at it with cold eyes promising a whole world of pain id it did not behave.

it followed the barman to a door next to the toilets, down some stairs to the cellar under the pub, around a wall into an enclosed space it knew had to be under the toilets. it was ready to get connected to the piss through above it used so many times, but it stopped in its track as it saw another piss tank. A young scally in its black with yellow stripes `chile62' was connected to one of the two tubes connected to the piss through. He was hanging by his wrists chained to the ceiling pulling him on his toes, his legs spread and locked to rings in the floor. A thick see through rubber bag was pulled over its head, the wide tube connected to the top of the bag, a wide posture collar keeping his head up and the bag sealed at the base. He could breathe pulling hard on the bag as it sticked to his wet face. it could see some piss starting to fill the bag rising inside the it. When it reached his mouth, scally started to swallow the piss as quickly as possible. Must have been another piss freak. The barman pulled it next to the scally and pulled the thick clear rubber bag connected to the other tube over its head. The rubber stank of stale piss and for once the rubber was not tight over its head. A tight posture collar was locked around its neck, heavy rubber restraints on its wrists locked on a chain, its arms up until it was on its toes. The barman put a wide spreading bar between its ankles and locked to the floor. He opened a valve of sort on its tube. Have fun piggies. Then left.

The piss started to fill its bad immediately and when it reached its mouth it started to swallow the bitter piss. Very quickly it had to swallow bigger gulps as the piss covered its mouth and kept going up to its snout. If it waited too long its snout would be covered by the piss and it would not be able to breathe. it understood why the scally swallowed the piss so quickly from the beginning. it barely managed to keep the piss just under its snout holes as it kept filling the bag. For a while at least. It swallowed huge mouthful of piss again and again, loosing its fight for a bit now and then. Then the flow stopped. it caught its breath, its face dripping of piss inside the rubber. Through the bag it could see the scally lapping at all the piss in the bottom of the bag. it knew that any piss left would just make it reach its snout quicker, so it lapped at it like a fucking dog. The piss kept coming. Filling the bag slowly when only one or two MEN pissed in the through above them, or at full speed when five were pissing side by side at the same time. At one point it realised that it was the only one receiving piss in its bag, the scally looking at it. It remembered that the through had a drain hole at both ends, probably each connected to a tube and bag. If one of the drain holes was plugged, all the piss would get down one tube. its tube. it swallowed as quicks possible, keeping its mouth wide open to make sure the piss filled it as much as possible before it swallowed. it was fucking grateful when the piss totally stooped. All of it going to the scally struggling next to it. Then both were used as piss tank at the same time.

it was concentrating so much on the piss coming down the tube that it did not notice it pissed itself. its piss soaking its trousers, inside its waders. At one point someone came to check on them and pointed at something in the ceiling. A CAMERA. They were keeping an eye on the piss tanks. They were filming them.

The scally was disconnected from the piss bag and dragged away, immediately replaced by another pig. All it could see was a skinhead joining it as it swallowed like a wild animal the piss coming down its tube. it felt relief only when the valve was open on the other piss tank. Both left working swallowing MEN's piss. Again and again. After a very long time someone came down and it was expecting to be the one released. How fucking wrong! The other pig was disconnected and another took his place. The piss fumes fucked its mind and it was constantly moaning as the piss gagged it effectively each time the other piss tank was changed.  its arms and legs were sore as fuck as it struggled to rest on the floor and at one point it was lowered down just enough to put its feet flat on the floor. Not to make it comfortable. Just to make sure it worked as a piss tank for a very long time. At least 8 others joined. it had given up on being released before any of the others. The piss kept coming, filling it so much that it lost count how many times it pissed itself, its piss soaked trousers feeling heavy. its feet stewing in piss.

Then it was alone. No more piss.

The barman came down, pulled the bag off its head. "Closing time piss pig."

it followed him up to the empty pub. its MASTER was finishing his beer at the bar before walking out. it quickly grabbed the bag with its worm skin inside and followed HIM out in the night.

Filled with MEN's piss. Stinking of MEN's piss.

A piss tank for real MEN.

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Skin Fuck 28

IT SCREAMED ITS HEAD OFF FROM THE PAIN!

its throat was raw from the constant screaming. it screams filling the metal helmet locked over its head.

its MASTER took it back in its `home' from the pub after it was use as a public piss tank and during the journey back it was fully aware it reeked. it was lucky that the tube and streets were very quiet. That did not ease its feeling of complete humiliation up. it was a pig. A piss stinking pig.

Once back in its home, its MASTER did not waste any time setting it up. It was told to strip off the piss soaked tracksuit, the wadders, the piss soaked socks then the stinking rubber t-shirt and chaps came off. its balls and dick were purple from the tight separator it locked on itself. Its pathetic dick decided it was time to remind it who was in charge and started to get hard, the spikes digging even more in its already bruised skin. A hard slap on its face nearly sent it to the floor. YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! WHEN IS IT GOING TO START TO PAY FUCKING ATTENTION? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT IT THINKS, WHAT IT WANTS! IT'S A FUCKING PIG! AND PIGS DON'T THINK! THEY SERVE, THEY OBEYI IS THAT FUCKING CLEAR?

it didn't dare to reply as it stared in its MASTER's eyes, cold as ice as HE held it by its throat with one hand, slapping it after each word. When HE stopped, its face was sore and soaked with tears. it was breathing hard through its snout, keeping its mouth shut, not wanting to make it worst for itself than it already was.

When it was told to lay down spread eagled it just crashed down on the cold floor and stretched its arms and legs as wide as it could. it MASTER put very thick rubber mittens on its hands, locked heavy suspension restraints on its wrists and ankles. its ankles were connected with short chains to rings embedded in the wall behind it, its wrists chained to a very wide bar. its MASTER lowered the hoist and locked it to the ring in the middle of the bar before rising it.

First nothing happened as the bar was lifted off the floor, it just watched the bar going up, pulling on the chains. Then it started sliding forward as its arms were pulled up, it tried to move its feet to gain some support as all its weight was put on its arms but its feet came off the floor too, pulled backwards by the chain. The hoist was moved on the rack, its body stretched in all directions. When the hoist stopped it was suspended spreadeagled, its arms and legs stretched taut. it could not even arch its body up or down, there was no slack in the chains holding it. its MASTER grabbed its balls, removed the separator sending blood rushing through its groin. it had no time to enjoy the tiny bit of relief it got as HE put the thick metal rings with spikes just below its glans and locked the heavy metal ball around its balls, screwed a metal ring in one of the many holes in the floor just below the chain and spent some time adjusting the chain until its balls were pulled down as far as possible making it moan from the pain building up in them. its stupid dick got hard as steel from the pain. its screamed in silence, its mouth wide open not making any sound from the burning pain of the spikes digging in the very tender flesh. It was a fucking pain pig. The chains were holding it in an escapable position, there was no way it to move, pretending it could escape the pain.

Behind it, its MASTER was screwing something heavy around its knees and when HE was done, it was left with heavy weights on them. it felt heavy, but id did not move an inch. When HE came in front of it, it just watched as HE screwed heavy looking metal webs of rings and bars on both its elbows. When fully screwed in place, it had two metal braces covering its elbows. it could not bend them, even if not chained like a pig in a slaughter house. The same was done on its knees. All it could do was wiggle its toes and move its head. Somehow it knew that would not last. it felt the plug in its arse being pulled out and it gasped from the hard pull, quickly replace by a cold feeling against its hole. Something was pushed in its fuck hole. A FUCKING METAL BALL. it felt the metal going in its hole as, pulling on a second ball joined to the first one to its hole. Its MASTER pushed on the second ball until it swallowed it again. And the third. And the fourth. The weight in its fuck hole was unbelievable. Four metal balls filling it up. And it nearly lost it when its MASTER stepped in front of it holding an evil looking stainless steel sound. Not a smooth one, a fucking twisted one. And thick. it gasped for air as HE pushed it inside its dick. HE used some gel to help the fucking process. But even that was not help as the heat gel was setting its dick on fire. The sound kept going down its dick, till it was fully in. The smirk on its MASTER's fac was like a reward and a promise to a whole new world of pain. it tried to touch him with its face. it was begging for a snog. All it got was a thick wad spat on its face and rubber all over its face before its MASTER pulled a thick rubber hood over its head. Of course none of the thin comfortable rubber. Very thick and tight. And when HE pulled the zip shut, it face was once again squeezed inside its rubber skin making it a faceless pig. When it saw what its MASTER was holding it lost it. it started to mumble, very close to say no, but it didn't dare say it because it knew that it would be kicked out. it was screaming NO in its head as its MASTER open a very thick metal helmet shaped like a ball. HE pushed the first half against its face and close the second behind it, sealing its head in a metal ball. The instant the helmet was locked on it and its MASTER let it go it felt the fucking weight of it and it struggled to keep its head up. The slightest moan sounded like a scream, and the air inside started to heat up. The sound of its breathing sounded like a roar. A loud click sounded inside its metal prison and a slight pulled at its neck followed, giving a bit of support. its MASTER must have put a chain to the top of the helmet to support it. That was not fucking relief as its neck was forced still in a stretched and up position. That was fucking evil. And it got just worst when HE locked a very heavy and tight metal collar around its neck.

it was feeling the metal everywhere on and inside it. it could not moved. Animals could move around. Object did not.

Fucking heavy weights were clipped on its nipple rings and on its pa, puling all three down ending waves of pain trough its chest to its dick. its hard dick could not even jerk as it was held straight by the sound impaled in it. it felt the spikes in the glans crown being tighten as its MASTER screwed them to their full position. it wanted to get soft, it wanted to escape the blinding pain but its dick refused to move. The feeling and the weight of the metal balls in its fuck hole, rubbing on its prostate was turning it on.

Then the flogging started.

Not a gentle easing in flogging. Just massive hits one after another. Usually it would be able to get itself ready for every hit, squaring its shoulders, tensing its back muscles, but the extreme stretched out position denied it even this small freedom. it tried to concentrate on the flogger, it wanted to know which one was used on it. it tried to guess where the next hit would land but its MASYER was working on it from its shoulder, to the bottom of its legs to its arse in no logical pattern, just hitting it again and again. From the heat building up in its skin it guessed its MASTER was using the leather flogger, the big one. it tried to stay silent at the beginning but it was a complete waste of arrogant struggle. its muffled moans turned to grunts then to screams. The air in the metal helmet was humid and warm from its own heat. The pain from the flogging was fucking its head. its screams were like begging for more, it felt as if all of its body was pumped up with drugs. And its stupid dick was hard as fuck, hurting. its arse was on fire, its back mass of pain. And it never wanted it to stop. How fucking stupid was it? The pain from the flogging was more intense, if that was possible. When the flogger hit its skin the shock was different. There was a nasty bite to it. its MASTER had moved to the rubber flogger. it can picture the thick strand of black rubber coiling like tens of snakes ready to deliver hell on its skin. It could feel the tears building up, it tried to stop them, it was a fucking pain pig and it could take it. But it was with its screams silenced by the thick helmet its only way to compensate for the pain. Not only the pain, but its impossibility to protect or get itself ready. it was only a practice dummy, a target for its MASTER. The rubber flogger was bruising its skin for sure. There was no way it would stay unmarked for long.

its dick was the only thing distracting it from the severe flogging. Its balls were pulled down hard that it thought they were buried in the floor. The spikes on the glans ring were digging in its skin like small teeth constantly biting it. The sound was filling its dick. The weight on its tits were swinging from the waves going though its body. it was in a fucking world of pain.

And it was about to get worst.

The nasty bites it got used from the rubber flogger were replace by much worst. The rubber flogging was like stingy nips. Those were like fucking bites. its throat started to get raw from the constant screaming, and it tried to stop itself but its brain had given up a long time. it should give up and just accept the pain but part of it was still fighting for a tiny bit of control. it knew it was making things worst for itself but it didn't give a shit. it would hold on that last spark for ever. And its MASTER knew that.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!! The flogging got stronger. The massive blows bitting in its skin. Just as if its MASTER knew what it was thinking. It brought its mind back to the reality of its helpless position. it put all its mind on the flogger. The stands were thicker and not as many as on the others. When they landed on its skin it could feel for a very short time their thickness, they were more solid. HE was using the braided leather flogger. The one that bruised as fuck. it shivered at the thought. The flogging as restless. it was in awe of the power its MASTER had. Not every so called tops could deliver such a flogging. it was awesome.

FUCKING STUPID PIG! The MAN was hurting it, degrading it in every way possible and it found that awesome? it was a sick fuck. it was not fit to leave in society, it knew its calling. And its MASTER was formating it.

it screamed again and again. it started to mumble, the tears soaking its face. it was so lost in its world of pain that the screams were like a relief for it, at least for a while. it wanted to beg its MASTER to stop but when its words reached its fucked up brain all it could hear were its thanks. it was thanking its MASTER. And it felt good. it felt right. It promised itself to be the best of pig, to never disappoint its MASTER, to accept every thing and anything. To be the perfect object. To be the perfect animal. it somehow knew that it would eventually fuck up, that...

its screams turned to silence howls as it had no voice left. The flogging was harder and harder. Blow after blow. its body aching like never before. The massive stings spreading all over its skin like if it was cut by thousands of claws again and again. it tried to escape from them. Its screamed like if it was quartered. The bites kept coming. Every inch of its skin was set on fire. No part left untouched. its body was shaking like shaking. The unbelievable pain turning to overwhelming heat. it was jerking like mad. At least in its mind since its physical body was held in unescapable heavy bondage.

Shivers kept going up and down its body. And a s the flogging reached its ultimate level of pain, there was only one way for its body and its mind to accept it. IT CAME. AN EARTH SHAKING ORGASM! Except that it did not curled up, or arched its body. it was as still as from the start. it felt as its body totally exploded.

it did not cum from pleasure.

 it came from pure pain.

And coming down from what it can only call ecstasy. A new pain took over. its back felt like on fire now that the endorphins had kicked in. its dick was still fucking hard from the blood trapped in it. The spikes hurting as fuck, the weights hurting as fuck. Every part of it was hurting. its elbows and knees forced in an unnatural rigid position. The weight of the collar on its neck felt 10 times heavier suddenly. the rubber over its head tighter, the helmet space became suddenly oppressive. it felt as if it was completely buried, as if it was back in the pit. it could feel the tight space closing on it, it could feel the wall against its chest. It was... On the fucking floor.

its MASTER had lowered it and it did not even realised it. its weight pressing on its sore tits, cock, balls. the metal helmet was resting on the floor forcing its head up at an angle. That was very uncomfortable. And a small laugh escaped its sore throat as if what it experienced had been a walk in the park. it could feel its MASTER removing the weights on its tits and pa, unlocking the chain on the metal band on its balls. it screamed as HE pulled the ring off its glans scraping it with the nasty spikes. The sound was pulled out of its dick. it felt as if it was a mile long. it was unlocked from the chain but it could not move. it was expecting relief but its muscles sort of froze, totally tetanized.

The helmet came off. But the thick hood kept it in complete darkness. It was getting used to the constant feeling of helplessness, the lack of control on anything. it was dependant on its MASTER. it was his property. And that felt good. Until HE started to rub a gel in its king. First on all over its arms and legs. When did HE remove the braces? it didn't give a fuck really but it'd better concentrate quickly. There was no gentleness in the rubbing. The medical smell filled its snout, soothing its brain. Sort of. Then its MASTER put a cream on its back. it screamed its head off from the sting. its back was on fire. Again. The heat going deeper in its skin.  it was not stupid enough to take that as an act of kindness. its MASTER was looking after its property like if HE was looking after one of his bikes, or a piece of furniture. And as if it needed further proof of its status, it was pushed face down in a rubber bag next to it, its arms bent and forced down the sleeves, its feet in the tight end, the metal balls pulled out of its fuck hole, replaced by a wide bulbous plug to fill its sore hole. The bag was tight. What a fucking surprise, and made even tighter with straps all over it. it was lifted off the floor and dumped on army cot. it felt the straps being pulled on both sides and somehow locked to the cot.

Tight unescapable confinement.

At least it had a pillow to rest its blacked out face on. A buzzing got louder and it realised that its MASTER was pissing on its rubber head, soaking the pillow. The strong sting was filling its snout each breath it took. Another degrading reminder of what a fucking low life pig it was. It heard its MASTER walking away leaving it on its own.

its mind drifting to a restless oblivion. it did not even have the strength to think of what would come.

it would find soon enough...

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Skin Fuck 29

it stood as tall as it could facing the glass skyscraper.

it could see its reflection in the glass. Impeccable suit and tie knot, shoes polished to a shine.

Nothing different from few days ago. Except for its shaved head. it has never been grateful that much before for the speed its hair grew. The cropped black hair barely covered its tattooed mohawk.

 it took on last deep breath and stepped inside the building withe rest of the crowd, queued to pass through the gate. it could not help sweating at it got closer to the metal detector. But it passed through with no itch. It thanked silently its MASTER for the plastic cage locked on its cock and walked quickly towards its office.

Earlier this morning, when it awoke with a jerk it was still sealed in the rubber bag. The mixed stench of piss and rubber filling its snout, making its dick hard. it remembered that there was no cage locked on it, it could feel its dick pulsing, begging for relief but there was none possible. The way it was strapped to the army cot prevented any movement. it could not even slide the slightest in the rubber bag in the hope that a small friction on its dick would bring some relief. Then it thought about its MASTER would react if it dared cum without his permission. There would be hell to pay. Or worst it could be dismissed. its mind froze and stayed still. Yeah, like if it had been moving...

it felt its MASTER coming next to it. The straps were unlocked, the bag unzipped, it was pulled on its knees to face its MASTER hard cock. HE pushed it deep inside its throat and face fucked it. Pulling his dick til his glans was on its tongue before pushing it deep down with a hard thrust. It had to keep its mouth wide open to stop its teeth from scrapping the monster plugging it. When its MASTER stayed deep in its throat, it worked its muscle to pleasure the cock gagging it. Then its MASTER started to face fuck it harder and quicker. Just hard thrusts again and again. HE was not looking for pleasure, He wanted relief and with a final push deep in its throat, his cum filled it. it had no time to enjoy the taste as it was flushed down its pipe with its MASTER morning piss. HE blocked its snout holes forcing it to swallow as quick as possible if it wanted to get any air. When done, HE pulled out, removed the hood still on its head and wiped his cock all over its face. "GET UP CUNT!" The roar made it jump on its feet and it instinctively put its hands behind its back and spread its legs apart. The realisation of how naturally it came to it was like a blow to its mind. But it had no time to think about it as its MASTER grabbed its groin and put a tight plastic cage over its dick. The spikes covering the inside scrapped its skin and it forced its mouth shut stopping any sound. The cage was locked with a plastic lock with a number on it. The plug up its fuck hole was removed and it had to squeeze it tight to hold on the shit gagging to escape. its clothes were thrown to its face and it was told to fuck off.

Without another word its MASTER walked away.

it got dressed in the filthy skin gear as fast as it could, rushed through the door, ran down the hill to the train station. it had no idea what time it was but the street were very quiet, so it thought it would make it to work in time. Back to real life. The journey was just a blur as it could not help blocking the empty feeling in its guts. it had been kicked out. Not asked to come back. Was it just a one off? Then the spikes bitting deep in its sore skin reminded it that it was locked in a fucking cock cage. its MASTER's. And it could not help grinning all the way back to its flat.

Without any specific instructions, it assumed it was safe to do as it usually did. So it got cleaned, shaved and dress for work. it could not stop checking in the mirror if there was any sign of the tattooed mohawk on its skull. The cropped hair barely covered it and as long as it stood straight it would be alright.

it barely sat at its desk when its mobile chimed. The short message send shivers all over its body: CHECK YOUR MAIL CUNT.

its hands were shaking with excitement as it logged on. The emailed titled CUNT was like a beacon and it took a deep breath as it opened it.

IT'S A SUBHUMAN FUCKINGPIG.

So stop thinking or trying to understand. This is ITS life now.

UNDERSTOOD?

For the time being it is permitted to carry on working but the rest of its time is MINE. No meeting with friends for a drink or whatever without permission. Got to have it properly formatted.

Instructions for today:

During its lunch break it will go the public toilets and cottages close to its work and take pictures of all the graffitis on the walls. Same thing again after work, making its way to the tattoo studio. Be there by 6pm CUNT.

it stared at the email, reading it again and again. The pleasure it felt first quickly replaced by a feeling of dread. its MASTER wanted to keep it, to mould it, to transform. it nearly pissed itself at the thought.

The morning didn't pass quickly enough. And it rushed out of the building as fast as it could still looking calm and composed as it made its way to the local market's toilets; it stepped inside the stinking cubicles, its dick getting hard at the depraved thoughts started to fill its mind as it looked at the vulgar ads, obscene drawings. it didn't understand why its MASTER wanted records of such crappy `art'. But it was told to do that and it obeyed.

At the end of the work day, it made its way to the tattoo studio, taking pictures of the toilets' walls in the main exchange station, in a cruising cottage in a small secluded park and in underground car park. it had to smile a bit realising that it had no trouble fulfilling its instructions. FUCKING SICK PIG!

 it started to get nervous as it walked down the narrow street towards the tattoo studio. it could not take its eyes away from the black wall, the black window, the black door. The door to hell.

it shook itself, took a deep breath as it walked up the steps and through the door.

it was surprised by the normal aspect of the entrance. Black walls with red tribal designs, a seating area with catalogues of designs, a door open on a white clinical room (not at all what it remembered of the place). But normality stopped the moment it saw the man behind the desk. And it had to concentrate not to piss itself there and then. The young `man' was a in full skin gear, rings through his ears and nose but the most amazing scarring bit was that his face was covered in a tattoo. His shaved head was a full black skull. Black hole tattooed over his eyes, the tip of his pierced nose, on his cheeks, teeth roots tattooed over his lips giving him the aspect of a skull. The top of his head looked liked it had been open to reveal the brain still in it, its neck was covered in black and grey veins, bones and muscles. His hands tattooed as if the skin had been removed to show the bones under it.

it could not take its eyes off the man. The living corpse. its stupid dick got hard instantly, the spikes digging in its skin. it nearly shat itself when he man just smirked at it, grabbing a phone. "The pig is here."

Within minutes one of the two MEN who started to modify it walked in through a black door it missed. it just starred at the huge skinhead. It could see clearly every muscles. The man exuded of power, making it shiver as he stepped close to it, locked a collar around its neck and pulled it on a leash through door to the dungeon/studio it was in before. Two other men were already in the room. The first thing it saw was a young skinhead spreadeagled naked on a wall. Metal bands screwed in the wall held the piglet in place at the wrists, elbows, knees, ankles and neck. He was completely stretched, forced on the tip of his toes by the metal band pulling him up by the neck; he was panting and screaming in a huge ball gag as the other skinhead was tattooing his dick. The piglet had huge metal rings in its snout, nipples and glans. Much bigger than its own. The skinhead holding its leash just laughed. "Hope you like the rings on the cunt there. You're getting the same. " it could not help but pull back on the leash. But the skin had no problem bringing it to heel. He grabbed its face with his other hand, crushing its cheeks and jaws between his fingers, forcing it to open its mouth. He spat a huge gob in its hole. "BETTER BEHAVE CUNT OR YOU WILL FUCKING PAY." All it could do was moan. Good. Strip.

In no time it was out of its clothes, standing naked with only the plastic cage on the dick on it. The skinhead just cut the plastic lock and pulled it off with the spikes scrapping the dick on it. The skinhead put it on a barber chair and strapped it down. He locked large leather straps on its chest just above and below its pierced nipples making sure they were as tight as possible, digging deep in the pig forcing its nipples out like small tits; one across its stomach, one above each knee and ankle, one on each arm, elbow and wrist. He pulled a huge strap with a posture collar on its neck forcing it to keep its head up, presenting its pierced snout. A huge ball gag was forced in its mouth. it knew it was going to suffer, it knew that it was about to experience pain, it should be really scare but the dick on it was hard as steel. The skinhead slapped the dick a few times just laughing as he pulled a trolley next to it. From its sealed position it tried to look at what was on it. it knew that was a mistake but it could not help itself. The stainless pliers and needles looked evil. The scariest bits were razor sharp end tubes of various sizes. it knew they would be used to enlarge its piercings. When it saw the huge rings it tried to shake the straps off its body but it could not move at all, it was sealed in the chair and a feeling of complete uselessness sent cold shivers up its body. it was scared.

The skinhead grabbed its mobile and uploaded the pictures it took on his computer calling his mate over to look at them. From the corner of its eyes it could see them checking the pics and laughing.

The skinhead sat on a stool next to it, pulled chirurgical gloves on. He removed its snout hole holder, grabbed one of the tubes with the razor end, place it on top of its snout hole, a stopper of sort on the other side. It was ready for some awful pain, it was breathing fast and deep, its eyes shut tight. it started to feel the pressure. And... Nothing. it opened its eyes and found the skin staring at it, an evil smirk on his face. it forced itself to look into his eyes. it saw the sadistic pleasure there as the skin pushed the tube together. The sharp pain sent it screaming in its gag, its face soaked in tears as its brain tried to comprehend what happened. The skin gave a twist to the tube and remove it. HE showed it a piece of « flesh » to it, a round piece of its septum. The skin grabbed a fucking huge ring, the size of the tip of its small finger at least, pushed it in the wide hole and close it. No balls, a smooth segmented ring. It immediately felt the weight of it resting on its top lip. its brain was screaming NO, but a slap on the hard dick on it brought it out of its thoughts. Without a pause, the skin removed the nipple rings, pushed a round stretcher through them, pausing to give time to the hole to stretched and pushed two bigger rings trough the holes. it wanted to look at them but could not move its head. Next was the piercing in the dick on it. Again stretched as fuck and a new ring pushed through it.

it was soaked in sweat and tears. it was panting trying to get air in its sore through. it realised that it had been screaming the hole time. Unable to move, its only release was to scream, again and again.

The skin took care of the piercings, putting an after care package together, showing the new snout holder. Fucking huge.

All through its ordeal it could hear the young guy moaning, crying, screaming as his dick got tattooed. it could see him from the corner of its yes, spread on the wall, looking at it. He was trying to get distracted from his own pain by drinking the pig's torment.

When its piercings were done, it expected to be released and sent home. What a fucking stupid pig. Still thinking, still assuming, still expecting like in its past human life. it still has to fully accept that it is an animal. And animals do not think.

The skin stood next to its head, removed the ball gag, pulling hard on it to drag it out of its mouth, straddled its neck and push his huge dick in its throat. He just kept on pushing it, gagging the pig.  it felt the semi hard dick, getting fully hard in its throat, blocking it airways. it tried to stretched its mouth further but there was no room. The skin was staring in its eyes has it ploughed its hole and throat. Pulling out slightly to give it some air now and then. Silent tears were running down its face, its lungs burning for more air, but there was nothing it could do. it could only serve the MAN. The skin pulled his dick just a bit back and filled its throat with his piss. Nasty burning piss. it could not taste it, only the acid feeling as it rushed down its pipe to its piss tank. FUCK. But it was right, no throat, no bladder. Just pipe and tank...  When done, the skin left his place to the other MAN. His dick was shorter but wide like a can. HE just pissed in it and went back to his work on the young guy.

The straps were undone and when it stood up it started to walk towards its clothes. Wrong move. A hard slap to its face stopped it in its track. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING CUNT?" The thunder in the voice stopped any reply it had. The skin grabbed its collar and pulled towards a box tin a corner of the studio. A black box with a hole at the top. The skin opened the front on the box, turned it around and forced it down on the large rubber plug at the bottom of the back part of the box. it tried to ease itself on the huge black thing, but a hard shove on its shoulders impaled it on the plug. its hole got no relief as it was a wide «straight» thing. its collar was removed, plugs were pushed in its ears, a thick rubber hood with a mouth hole only was pulled over its head and a wide posture collar attach to the box was locked in place. its wrists were locked in restraints on the sides of the box, a couple of straps locked on its chest, above and below its pierced tits, its legs bent and forced near it for its ankles to be locked in restraints too. it was folded, impaled on a plug and locked in place. A metal band was locked on the balls on it and it felt the balls on it being pulled down near the bottom of the box. Its neck was resting in half the top hole. The skin pushed the front part of the box back in place, forcing the pig's further up has the hole fully closed around its neck; it heard metal claps locked in place, even padlocks.

it was locked in a box, deaf and blind. At least it could breath easily. It sort of laugh as a huge ball gag was pushed in its mouth. it could breathe around it, it had to work hard for it. The box was pressing in its body from all sides. There was no room to move. And there was no escape.

Time lost all meaning quickly after the first cramps settled. AS long as it forced its body to relax there was no more cramping. Being locked in a box was fucking hard work. it had to push its head up to be able to fit through the hole, it had to breathe deep and slow ro get some air in its lungs, it had to force to relax its arms and legs, it had to keep its fuck hole stretched on the plug, it tried to hear anything, it had to keep its jaws wide open around the ball gag to accommodate it... A constant struggle. The pathetic hard dick on it reminded it what a sick pig it was.

it was missing its MASTER.

it had no idea how long it was left in the box. The only reminder that is was not alone was when the ball gag was removed and a cock was pushed in its hole to piss. it was a locked urinal. And it was not only the two skinheads. There were different cocks pushed in its hole. it was a commodity for the clients too. An object.

By the time the box was open, its body was completely numbed. The restraints and straps were removed and it was dragged on its back straight in a thick rubber bag. A rubber sheath was pulled on the dick on it. The bag was zipped and straps pulled tight around it. Encased in its rubber cocoon it was lifted of the floor by its shoulder and ankles. it was carried up some stairs to the floor above the studio. it was dumped in a room and left there. After a long time, a blindfold it had not realised was there was removed from the hood. it could see through pin holes over its eyes. it was in a fucking dungeon. it could see the black walls, the hooks in them, the chains hanging from the ceiling. And a face came in sight. A SKELETON. The tattooed guy from the front desk was looking at it through hollow holes tattooed over his eyes. it was freaking the pig totally ou and turning it on as fuck at the same time. it moaned and frustration. He stood over it and pulled his dick out. it was covered with a black rubber sheath. The guy kneeled over it and as it looked at his dick again, it realised that it was not covered in rubber. it was completely tattooed black. FUCKING HELL. The black cock was growing as it look at it. The young guy face fucked it hard and deep. Ploughing its hole and throat. He was grunting like a wide animal as he pulled his cock out and cum all over the bag. When done he pushed a breathing tube in the pig's mouth and connected a smaller tube in the gag. it realised that the cock sheath was connected to its mouth as piss filled it. A recycling piss unit.

The blindfold was back over its eyes.

A door slammed shut.

it was alone.

In complete darkness.

Hard as fuck!!!!!!!

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it took it a very long time to fall in a slumber as proper sleep avoided it. it was either sweating in the rubber back or freezing cold on and on... The straps tight a fuck around the bag from its neck to its ankles digged in it just enough to be very uncomfortable without blocking its blood circulation. This level of « expertise » revealed an evil mind. it could not stop thinking that the depraved skeleton guy was once a cute next door type andit shivered at the thought of the level of depravity it took to be transformed in such an extreme way. Was it something like that that its MASTER had in mind for it? PLEASE IT HOPE NOT. its pathetic dick hard as fuck with nowhere to go.

it tried to find a calm space in its mind. it needed to rest a bit, it still had to go to work the following day. The moment it fell asleep, the gag in its toilet hole was replaced by a large dick pushed deep in it to fill it with piss. it took minutes for the gag to replace the cock, leaving it panting from exhaustion.

That was its life now. One of an animal, an object for SUPERIORS. Something it wanked many times over till not long ago. The reality was so much harder to accept. What the fuck is it thinking? it accepted its place. Why is it even thinking. it emptied its mind, to only keep its MASTER in « front » of it. Then it got, hot, cold, horny, frustrated, hard, desperate for attention, tired, bored, angry, horny, hot...

An infernal cycle.

By the time it felt the straps undone, it was gagging for relief. But the only one it got during the night was its bladder emptying itself in its toilet hole, leaving it as full as it started the night. The bag was open over its groin, the sheath removed, the cock cage locked on it before it was turned over and dumped out of the bag. The hood was open at the back of it head and pulled off. As its sight was getting back it heard a door slammed shut. its crumbled suit was in a pile in front of it. it dragged itself up, pulling its clothes on. its body hurting from the night in the rubber prison. Once dressed, it looked around the room, taking in the hooks, chains, floggers, masks and the open door starting to close itself. it rushed through the door leading to a small corridor. Once the door closed behind it, another at the end of the corridor open itself onto a fire escape staircase leading to the street. it stomped down the stairs to a street behind the tattoo studio.

« Hello mate ». it jumped out of its skin, turned around and found the young skinhead from the wall smoking leaning against the wall. « slept in a bag downstairs. Got out a bit ago. Thought you too. Got a spare ticket for the tube? » it handed him a ticket as they both walked towards the station. As they got their separate ways, the skin grabbed the back of its head, pulled it in for a deep snog, feeding it his spit before licking its lips and snout. « Bet i see you soon pigbro » Winking at it before going down another tunnel. The tube journey was another blur. Once home it realised it had just enough time to get ready for work. And in no time it was facing the glass doors again.

its heart jumped as it saw on message from its MASTER waiting in its inbox. Short and not so sweet:

« tattoo studio straight after work CUNT. »

it could not help shivering at the thought of going back to the place it started to consider its personal hell. Nothing good for it was coming from this place. Everything in its mind was telling it to run away. But its dick straining in the cock cage won again. it really wanted to stop thinking and give itself totally to its MASTER. that was easier to do when with HIM. HIS power over it was total, and the bound growing between them, even if completely unequal was what it needed. But of course i was easier in theory, the reality was something else.

The day passed in a flash before it found itself again outside the tattoo studio. it could not help shaking as it opened the door and stepped in. Two scallies were waiting on the seats, the young skeleton looked up and smirked at it. He walked from behind the desk holding a collar and leash. Once collared, it was dragged through the black door as it heard the scallies laughing calling it a good bitch.

« STRIPPED PIG ».

The tone left no doubt who was in charge of it for now. Once naked, the assistant as it came to call the skeleton, tied it tight to the barber chair in a spread-eagle position using straps along its arms, legs and the wide posture collar. He removed the plastic cock cage, put a heavy metal band with a ring on its balls. He used a small chain to pass though its pa, the ring on the metal band and locked it tight to a ring embedded in the chair. He then put a harness over its head, with a very large penis gag in its toilet hole and fixed the straps to the chair leaving it glued in place, spreadeagled, fully accessible. he then got the tattoo machine ready and brought the trolley next to it before leaving without a word.

Panic started rising from deep inside it and it knew that the worst thing it could imagine was probably nothing compare to what its MASTER had in mind. The big skinhead who was tattooing the cock the night before walked in with papers in his hands. he sat on the stool looking from them without a look at it. He picked on page and using carbon copy he retraced what ever design was on it. When done he checked his work and satisfied with it he finally looked at it. it wished he had not. The evil smirk on his fave sent dread thoughts through it. He sat the design on the center just below its tits and above it stomach. he made sure the transfer was perfect before grabbing the tattoo gun and sending it to life as he started to ink it.

it tried to follow the work pattern to have an idea of what its MASTER had decided on but the work was completely erratic. There was no real pattern for it to follow. The pain was bearable at the beginning but as the skin worked on it without a break, the pain got worst quickly. The strap around its neck and the chain on its groin did the perfect job holding it in place as it did not dare to move. Like if it could. it could guess some colouring was going on, then some precise line drawing.

At one point through the haze its head was, it saw the assistant bring someone else in the room. The young skinhead was once again spread naked on the wall, held in place by the metal bands. His cock started to get hard and it aw it was half coloured BRIGHT RED. like a fucking dog cock. Its body reacted and it moaned in the gag as it pathetic chained dick tried to get hard making the tattooist laugh. He slapped its groin a couple of times telling it to settle down. he closed its eyes shut trying to avoid looking at the skinhead on the wall.

What a fucking stupid cunt. it lasted a while two minutes probably before it looked again at him. His slender body, wiry frame ans white skin showed its heavy piercing off and the red on his cock was all it could look at. The assistant was putting a large ring in the skin nose and used a chain on it to pull his head up and locked it in place. The young skin was hard and he was starring at it. he could see the tattoo and the look in his eyes turn from curiosity to fear before he got an evil glint in them. It nearly pissed himself then.

After a very long time, the tattooist seemed to be done with it and turned his attention to skin on the wall. he moved next to him, gran his hard cock and started to work on him with another gun. From its place it could see more red ink put on the cock. looking closely it realised that it was more of a purple shade than just plain red blending with white patches left on the cock in pale shade of purple. Veins were tattooed along the cock. The skin why trying to stay silent but he could help grunting.  Like a dog. When the tattooist stopped, a hard dog like cock was sticking hard a straight. The tattooist unchained the skin head, letting him have a good look at the dog cock on him before chaining him up again. the young skin's face was soaked in tears. His cock hard as steel.

Another animal brought to life.

The tattooist got back working on it. Pain shooting through its skin as it worked fine details on his work. The pain got more and more intense, it tried to stiffle its moans but failed and soon it was moaning in the gag. The fucking stupid young skin smirking looking at it. it hope the fucking cunt would be soon in pain again.

« Done » The sound woke it from its woldl of pain. « At least for that piece of shit » His own word sent him rolling laughing. The humour completely lost on it. The tattooist grabbed another gun, connected it to the machine and started to work on it again. This time he concentrated his work around its nipples. Again and again and again, going around in circles. The pain was different. it wsa a dull sensation building up as the needle digged thousands of times in its stretched skin. When done, the tattooist was smirking at it again. He turned the machine off, reached behind its head and pulled a large rectangle mirror over it.

it could only stare in horror at what had been done to it.

A HUGE BROWN TURD was now inked forever in its skin.

The dark brown/black thing half piled up looked like it was about to fall of it if it moved. By looking at it, it could smell the stench. The tattooist's words « that piece of shit » came back to it.

it moved its eyes from the filthy tattoo to look at its nipples. The areola was three times bigger, making the large rings stick out even more. it kept starring at the ink on it as the tattooist work further on the young skin/dog cock. Making part of it darker. it realised the skin's groin was fully shaved, his ball sack completely smooth.  When satisfied with his work the tattooist called his assistant. « Get him ready »

it could not stop himself to watch what was happening. The skeleton grabbed a square tool and locked it around the skin's groin. it looked like a cock and balls stock. he used straps to attach it to the wall leaving the inked cock and white balls sticking out. He put a chain on the pa ring, pulled it up and locked it on the septum ring on the skin keeping his hard cock straight up. The assistant freak (better name in its head) pulled small clips from behind the stock and clamped them on the completely available ball sack. He put clips all around it, stretching it to the max the young skin stater to moan and even tried to wiggle but the metal bands held it glued to the wall. he realised before it what was next. His balls would soon be the color of a real dog balls.

FUCK FUCK FUCK. it knew it had wished pain on the young skin but not like that. it started to regret its thoughts. That was until it saw the hard cock leaking. the fucking pervert needed, wanted that. the way he was strapped made clear that a SUPERIOR MAN was turning his human dick in an anima cock; And balls. The tattooist started to ink the balls, making them roll all over the board holding them out. The assistant moved the clips to stretch every part of the ball sack. And when done, a purple ball sack was handing below the purple and red dick. The cock so hard that every tattooed vein was visible. The young skin was in tears, panting. leaking cum.

« Spread them »

The assistant released the young skin's legs from the band holding them to the wall. He put larger rubber restraints on his ankles, attached them to chains hanging from a hoist on the ceiling. He used the control to pull them up and up until it was hanging by his armas on the wall, his legs up and spread giving a full access to his hole.

Then the assistant came next to it, released a couple of straps on its legs and used a control that force its legs up and spread like on a gynaecologist chair. its hole fully offered. The tattooist grabbed the assistant by the back of his neck, forced him down on his knee, pushed his head back up, poured what looked like j-lube in the mouth and pushed his huge rubber covered cock in one thrust deep in the throat. The skeleton had no gagging reflex as the massive cock ploughed its mouth and throat. The tattooist was not looking for pleasure, only a quick way to get his cock hard and greased. When done he walked straight to the young skin and put his cock head against the spread hole and started to push in. the young skin was panting and whimpering like a fucking dog.

« Good doggy »

The tattooist started to fuck the hole, pulling his dick nearly out before pushing it deep down again and again. When done with the skin, he put another black rubber sheath over his hard cock, used the grease hole again before walking towards it. He put his cock against its hole and pushed in one thrust again. There was no pleasure for it. it was an inferior animal to serve SUPERIOR MEN. it was fucked hard, deep hard thrusts again and again. The tattooist did not even bother to cum. He wanted relief, keeping his orgasm for the skeleton. he walked quickly to him still on his knees, hands in his back. he faced fuck the offered mouth and buried his dick deep in the throat as he came ploughing the mouth and throat.

When done, he pulled the rubber sheath out, poured the cum all over the skull looking up at him, rubbing it in the tattooed skin. he grabbed a thick black rubber hood, pulled it over the skull and locked it in place. there was something completely depraved about this you man covered in tattoos, making him a walking corpse with a full black rubber head;

« Get them ready for the night »

Without a word, the hooded assistant got up and released the young skin from the wall. the skin just dropped to his knees as he seemed to have no strength left after his ordeal. What a wimp. it did not fare better as it tried to stand up once released, its legs giving up under it as it collapsed on the floor.

« Come on CUNTS, move »

Both struggled on their feet and followed him up some stairs to the dungeon above the studio for perverts.

He wasted no time as he put the skin in a rubber bag on an army cot with the tattooed cock and balls out. He strapped the skin in place, covered the tattoos with healing grease, put a gasmask with a long breathing tube over his head.  Next he put it in a bag on an army cot too, pulling his cock and balls through at reinforced tight hole in the bag. The bag on it was open from its waist to just above its tits. A tight belt around its waist, above its tits and around its neck kept it sealed in the bag. The assistant greased its filthy tattoo, smirking as he called it a piece of shit and took his time rubbing grease on its very sore areolas.

He pulled a gasmask over its head, connected the tube to the one coming from the skin and then to a breathing bag. The smell of poppers hit it straight away.

The animals were in for a hard night as their dick got hard as steel.