Skin Fuck Part 7-12

by Batardsm

Skin Fuck 7

He tried to scream, "I want to fucking stop...get me the fuck out of here", but it was strangled by the piss gag in his mouth, the tight black gas mask over the top of the gag, the thick heavy wooden planks over the pit and the thick walls breeze block walls of the garage. Even if he could scream nobody would take any notice. Nobody came around this part of the council estate very often. Except perhaps some kids to spray graffiti, or more likely to get high by inhaling from the aerosol cans. And anyway screams were nothing new around this area. Nothing to bother about because people who bothered got hurt.

This was the pit. His new home. That's what his master had said before pulling on the thick rubber hood. This was to be where he wallowed until his master needed to abuse him. There was to be only two things in his life from now on, his master and this pit.

He had no idea how long he had been hanging in the pit like this. It felt like a week to him in the pitch darkness of his rubber prison. How many days since his master had dragged him back from the old workings on the heath, back from the scene of his public punishment. From the scene of his breaking.

He didn't remember much of the journey back. With his ripped jeans, showing his bare arse and cock, the whole of him covered in mud and blood. With the cum caked dry on the top of his shaven head. It didn't seem that long from the heath but it was all a bit of a blur. He just followed his master's boots as he pulled him along with the chain padlocked around his neck. Followed him through the dirty streets of London under the orange glow of the lamps. Past people walking their dogs before going to bed. But of course he was not the owner doing the walking but the dog being walked.

The next thing he remembers is the stale smell of piss and the stench of rubbish and rotting food as he was walked past a tall block of what looked like council flats. Everything was dirty, with graffiti on everything. Some kids having a fight off to the right, somebody else having a domestic with his wife with the window open for everybody to hear. This was scumsville. Where the detritus of the city lived or rather existed.


And this was to be his new home.

His master stopped outside a row of garages. He unlocked the two large padlocks locking the garage door and lifted it open. "Get the fuck in cunt" he said as he pushed his new slave into the garage and pulled the door down behind him. Complete darkness. He could smell the dampness in the air. Again the smell of piss mixed with oil and the distinctive smell of rubber. His dick was suddenly hard. Although he was very scared this was what he wanted. He wanted to be owned by a powerful other man. To be his property. To be hurt by him, just because he could.

His master pulled a pull cord and a single light bulb came on in the middle of the garage. It threw strange shadows around the contents. In one corner was a motorbike. Another a pile of waders, wellies and rubber. And hanging from the ceiling some chain and pulleys.

His master pushed him towards the chains and pulleys. He undid the chain around his neck and replaced it with a thick metal collar attached to one of the chains. The metal felt cold and uncomfortable around his neck as his master padlocked it in place. But that was nothing compared to the discomfort caused to his neck when his master quickly pulled on the other chains lifting him by the collar around his neck higher and higher. He started to panic. His hands were still cuffed behind his back. There was nothing he could do. He started to choke and started to thrash around trying to pull down on the chain to ease the tightness around his neck.

His master lowered the chain a little but he knew when to stop. Just at the point where the collar still pulled but provided he held very still he could still breathe.

From the corner of his eye he could see his master go to one of the corners furthest away from the door. He returned with another knife in his hand. His heart started to race again. What next?

His master started to butcher his clothes. Cutting them up into pieces and pulling them off his body. He wanted to protest but he now knew better. His swollen and bruised arse told him that. "You don't need your clothes anymore cunt. You're not going anywhere again for a long time and here you won't be needing clothes here. Dirty fucking animals don't wear clothes". His dick throbbed out in front of him. His master noticed and gave it a good hit with the back of his hand. "You dirty little cunt".

Next he replaced the handcuffs with metal restraints and attached them to chains, pulling his hands firmly above his head. Pushing his chest forward and increasing the pressure on his neck. What came next took him completely by surprise and also took his breath away. Hs master brought a large black bucket from behind him. He could smell its contents before he could see it. The bucket was full to the brim with old piss. He could see a slick of what looked like oil floating on the top.

"You'd better get used to the smell cunt because this is what you're going to smell for most of your time in this hell hole........It's bath time".

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The stench from the bucket burnt the back of his nose and throat. He wanted to wretch but knew that would only get him into trouble and make matters worse.

His Master picked up the rags of his Fred Perry and plunged them into the bucket. This stirred up the piss and made the smell over-powering. His Master had said bath time and he knew what was to come. He closed his eyes. This was how low he had become. To be washed in stinking days, if not weeks, old piss. How low could he descend?

But this was only the beginning. The beginning of his breaking down. His dehumanisation. His reduction to nothing before he could be rebuilt by his Master into the slave that his Master wanted him to be.

The piss was cold and viscous as it ran down his face. Over his eyes, down his nose and over his lips. He fought with the revulsion he felt at the pit of his stomach. He fought the need to scream out to fight against his Master.

The piss just kept on coming. More and more washing over him. His Master washing away the mud and the cum. Replacing them with a slick of filth. His skin now glistened under the bare light bulb. Glistening because of the stinking film that now covered every inch and crevice of his useless flesh.

Next he felt a tugging at the back of his head. Something sharp pulling again and again from the nape of his neck towards the top of his head. His Master was now shaving him. His head was normally shaved anyway, but his Master wanted to shave his property himself. To take away every piece of hair from his slave's body. Slaves do not even own the hair that grows on their bodies. It, together with everything else, belongs to his Master. Men have hair. Slaves do not.

After his head, came his eyebrows. His fucking eyebrows. How silly would he look without eyebrows. But then who else was going to see him now? Nobody except his Master and his Master did not want to have a slave with eyebrows. Then the hairs on his arms fell to the floor. Then his armpits. Every man has armpit hair. It's the first sign of his development from a boy into a man. But a slave was not a man. He has no need of armpit hair.

The same was true of his pubic hair. He always kept his crotch trimmed but now there was nothing. His crotch looked so bare, so innocent in a way. His dick was now painfully full. Fighting against the constraints of its own skin.

As the hair from each part of his body fell to the floor to mix with the piss and the oil, something else fell from him as well. His own will. Each part of his body in turn gave up the fight. Giving into the humiliation of being shaved by another to being turned into something less than a man by another man.

He sighed deeply when the last of the hair was removed from his legs. Only his balls and the crack of his arse remained. But not for long. The blade of the razor scratched cruelly across his arse cheeks and bruised sphincter. The pain reminded him of his Master's last punishment, when his hole was an open invitation to be fucked indiscriminately by any passing punk or creep who wanted to get his nuts emptied.

Finally came the hairs on his balls. There was a sharp intake of breath as his Master squeezed his balls to the bottom of their sack, tightening the skin to make it easier to shave. He held his breath and hung his head with the shame of it. With the humiliation of it. The humiliation of having your balls, the symbol of your manhood, shaved at the behest of another man. And nothing that you can do to stop him.

After it was done, he just hung there in his chains, just staring at the piss on the floor, not thinking about anything. Just empty.

The remains of the bucket made him concentrate on what was happening to him as it was thrown all over him in order to wash away any bits of hair. He coughed. His mouth must have been open when the last piss from the bottom of the bucket was thrown at him. He coughed some more and spat. Anything to get rid of the acrid taste of the disgusting liquid from his mouth. His mouth was covered in a sticky filthy film that just stuck there no matter how many times he tried to spit it out. His Master just laughed.

"That's better isn't it cunt?"

"Yes sir," he said hanging his head in shame.

"You're nearly ready for the pit........ But we've got a bit to do yet cunt."

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Now that he was "washed" on the outside, it was time to wash the inside. There was some clinking of metal behind him. Then his Master's fingers pushing at his bruised and swollen cunt lips. He gritted his teeth with the pain. The fingers were slick with old engine oil. He was being lubricated with some used oil probably from his Master's bike that was parked up in the corner. But at least he was being lubricated even if he could feel some of the rough bits of burnt residue rubbing abrasively against his sore hole.

The fingers were replaced quickly by the large rubber tip of an even larger butt plug. As usual with the Master, there was no allowing him to get used to the intrusion up his hole, to get comfortable, his comfort was not his Master's concern. His eyes filled with tears as his swollen arse lips were pried apart by the ever increasing girth of the butt plug, stretching until he thought they would tear and then some more. He daren't cry for mercy because he knew that he would not get any. In fact, he knew that his position would get ten times worse if he interrupted his Master's work. Just as a dark mist began to appear before his eyes, the plug shot into place in the cavity of his arse. He let out a large sigh as his arse lips contracted slowly around the small part of the plug. His breath came in sharp and quick intakes.

After the initial relief he began to feel dull pain of the insides of his arse, being expanded by the vast plug lodged in there. It was not a sharp pain like the pain he felt when his hole was being ripped apart but a dull pain that got gradually worse and worse. He fought the urge to push out this alien piece of rubber from his arse. He knew better than to do that.

"That feel good cunt? Enjoy having your arse stretched don't you cunt? Your fucking hole abused."

"Yes sir," he lied.

"Glad to hear it because by the time I've finished with your cunt, you won't even feel it when I've got both arms right up to me elbows in your arse."

"Yes sir, thank you sir." He hoped that his Master would forget his threat or promise but somehow he knew that he wouldn't. Everything looked pre-planned and his Master was not one to deviate from his chosen course.

Next he felt something strange inside his arse, something cold. Something cold flooding into his arse, filling it even more. The butt plug was not solid, but had a tube running through it. A tube that could deliver anything that his Master wanted up into the inside of his arse and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The cold fluid kept on flowing... and flowing. His bowels began to distend as the water was pushed further and further up into his intestines. The pain was now starting to become unbearable, but still the fluid flowed. He tried to take his mind off the pain in his insides, to think about anything but the growing pain. But he couldn't. It kept on thrusting itself back into the forefront of his brain.

He could now see his abdomen starting to get bigger and bigger. Then the cramps started. His intestines were now trying to flight against the liquid, contracting to try and force the fluid out of his arse. But the large plug made that impossible. All he could do was "enjoy" the pain as his arse struggled against his Master's intrusions.

His mind was quickly taken away from his arse, as his Master came round to his front. He looked so horny, so fucking hard, with his shaven head and ugly demeanour. His eyes were pitch black. Black and cold. He knew there would be no let up, no compromise with his Master. His Master did what he wanted to do and that was it.

What his Master held in his hands also drew his attention. A large galvanised metal funnel with a long rubber tube attached to its end. What the hell was this for?

"Open your mouth fukka and hold your head back. Don't fucking struggle or it will just hurt some more."

He did what he was told. But he was scared. His heart pumping in his ears. The pain in his arse a distant thumping as the present danger came to the fore.

The plastic tube tasted foul as it slid over his tongue. The end was lubricated in something, but what he couldn't tell. All that he knew was that it tasted terrible. The tip of the tube was rough and scratched his tongue as it slid back along it feeling its way to the back of his mouth towards his throat.

He coughed and pulled his head forward as the tube hit the back of his throat and his gagging reaction kicked in.

"I said hold your head back cunt that way its going to go down your throat easier. Its going there whether you want it or not."

Panic set in. His breath was coming faster and faster and his head was spinning. He tried to concentrate on the tube and on not gagging. He had taken many cocks in his throat before. Enjoying the look on the guy's face as he took the bell end of their cock all the way down into his throat, enjoying the feel of the hot slimy cum as it oozed down his gullet.

But this was different. This was not a piece of hot spongy flesh in his throat but a cold and unyielding piece of plastic forcing its way down his throat. He stopped gagging and his Master pushed the tube further and further down his throat towards his stomach. As each inch of the tube made its way down he fought with a new urge to vomit. But he didn't. Finally the tube stopped. It was hard for him to see what was coming next because his head was pushed back in order to accommodate the tube. But out of the corner of his eye he saw his master lift a container up towards the open end of the funnel. He was going to use the funnel for the purpose it was intended--to get large quantities of water into very narrow places. The narrow places this time were his slave's stomach.

He watched as his Master poured the liquid into the funnel. It looked yellow. He hoped it wasn't the same weeks old piss that his Master had used to wash him earlier. Then there was an unexpected pause as the unidentified liquid travelled along the tube. He would not be able to use his tongue to try and guess what the liquid was, since this time his tongue was being by-passed and the liquid was going straight to his stomach.

He felt a strange sensation in his stomach as the liquid hit. Hs mind could not understand why his stomach was starting to fill when he had not swallowed anything. It was a strange sensation. Not unpleasant to begin with just strange. But like with his arse the strange feeling rapidly made way for the pain.

As his stomach filled, the pain just got worse and worse. Again he could feel his abdomen stretching. How long could this go on? His stomach and intestines now felt so full. He started to think that something had to burst soon. But still the liquid flowed down his throat. He started to struggle. To fight against the tube in his throat. But there was no escape. Finally the liquid stopped flowing and he just took air in through the tube in big gulps.

"You look like a fat cunt now."

His Master pulled the tube out of his throat and started to press against his abdomen with his fists.

"A real fat cunt. That feel good boy?"

Silence. His guts were just a writhing pit of snakes. The cramps unbearable.  He could not concentrate on anything but the searing pain in his innards.

"I said that feel good cunt? Nice and stuffed?" he shouted.

"Yes sir," came the whimper.

His Master's fists on his stomach only made things worse, intensifying the pain. "Want some more cunt? Still hungry?" His Master picked up the tube again. He didn't know what to say. Yes? No? What did his Master want him to say?

"Nah. Think you need to go on a diet. Don't like fat cunts."

Next he heard scraping behind him. Then his Master was in his face. Looking him straight in the eyes as his Master's fingers invaded his mouth. Stretching his mouth open. Pushing further and further back in his mouth, just like the tube. But his Master's fingers were much bigger and there was no way that he could stop his gagging reflex.

As the fingers got deeper and deeper, he could not stop himself. His stomach contracted with one large heave and the contents of it came rushing back up his throat and through his Master's fingers.

At the same time, his Master had reached down and pulled the plug form his arse. The liquid exploded from his arse into the bucket that his Master had put there.

His mind was everywhere. He wasn't sure what was happening. He felt as if his whole innards were coming out of his throat and arse. He was completely out of control. He had no control whatsoever over his own bodily functions. Everything had been vacated. He had never felt anything like it. The release was greater and more powerful than any time that he had cum. Everything felt empty.

It took him a while to come round. "Look at the fucking mess you've made of my fingers cunt. They're covered in fucking puke. Lick them up, you filthy pig."

His mouth already felt hot and acidic as he reached out his tongue and licked the contents of his stomach from his Master's hands.

The plug up his arse and the tube down his throat were reinserted 3 times, until the liquid from his arse and stomach ran clean.

His Master then picked up the bucket containing the various evacuations of his arse and moved it to one side. "I'll just add that to your new home cunt."

"Want more to eat boy? You still hungry?"

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He was now nearly ready for his new home, completely hairless from head to toe and an empty arse and stomach. After his Master released him from his restraints, his arms and legs ached as the blood returned to them. He was also feeling quite light headed from the exertion of being forced to throw up. He rubbed his wrists to try and ease the pain caused by the biting of he restraints.

"Stop fucking moaning you cunt." He hadn't uttered a word but his Master knew what he was thinking. That he was feeling sorry for himself. "If you can't fucking take it you can piss off. Understand?"

"Yes Sir," he whispered. He stopped rubbing his wrists and just lowered his shaven head to stare at the dirty floor of the garage. He could hear his Master collecting various things from the corners of the garage behind him and there were chains being moved off to his left but he daren't turn his head to look. He concentrated on the oil floating on the pool of piss in front of his feet instead. He was learning.

"Put that on pig!" his Master shouted as he threw a bundle of black rubber at his feet. He reached down to pick it up and do as he was told. The rubber felt very horny in his hands as he tried to work out what it was and the smell of rubber hit him in the back of his throat. His dick was rock hard.

It was a rubber one piece made from thin black rubber, except that the area around the crotch and arse had been cut away. Rubber gloves and socks had also been added so when the slave was inside the thing all that would be showing would be the slave's white shaven crotch, arse and head, in stark contrast to the thin lawyer of black rubber covering every other inch of the slave's body.

He struggled into it by stretching the neck and putting his feet through first. It hadn't been washed since the last victim was encased inside it, not only was the outside covered in streaks of grime and dried liquids, but the inside still felt sticky and slimy. He did not want to know why, but the smell of stale sweat coming from the inside gave him a clue. Sweat brought on by the previous occupant's fear.

He was now also sweating himself as he struggled to pull the socks onto his feet. The rubber moved slowly over his skin until it was in place and as it got warmer from his body's warmth it became his second skin. A part of him. Finally, he pushed each of his fingers into the black embrace of the awaiting gloves.

He was breathing heavily now, not just from the efforts of putting on the one piece but also because of his heightening sexual need. His dick throbbed against his rubber-covered stomach.

"Fucking pervert" said his Master as he grabbed it in his strong fist, squeezing it, enjoying the look of pain developing on the face of the shaved skinhead in front of him.

He eased his grip as the tears started to form at the corners of his victim's eyes. But he didn't let go of his dick. Instead he pulled a catheter and some lube from his pocket. After spreading some lube on the tip of the catheter he started to insert it slowly up his slave's dick. The slave had never felt anything like it before. That bit of his body had never felt anything except piss before and the sensation of rubber passing through the inside of his dick was very strange. He was being invaded by the catheter. It was like a snake worming its way inside of him towards his bladder. When it got to its final destination some piss came out of its end. He could see the piss coming out but he didn't have any control over it. It did not feel as if he was pissing but he clearly was. His Master attached a small syringe to the end of the catheter and emptied its contents. He felt something expand inside of him and his Master withdrew the syringe.

He now had no control over when he pissed. The thing sticking out of his dick did it for him. He had no choice. He tried to see if he could push it out but the small water filled balloon inside his bladder kept the catheter in its place. It was hopeless.

Having taken control of one of his slave's bodily functions he now turned his attention to the other.

He fastened a belt around his middle. "Bend over cunt, touch your toes." He did as he was told. The next thing he knew was his Master's finger pushing brutally at his arse. "Open up cunt." His arsehole was still swollen and bruised. His Master's intrusions were very painful, but he did not pull his arse away or try to close his arsehole to his Master's fingers. The fingers were covered in lube or oil of some sort and they spread the slime on the insides of his arsehole. This was clearly preparation. But what for? He tried not to think. He just kept on concentrating on keeping his arsehole open for his Master.

The fingers were then replaced with something very strange. He thought at first that it must be a dildo or perhaps a butt plug, but it wasn't. Rather than being made from pliant rubber or latex, this was made from metal and solid. It was a short metal pipe. "I said open your cunt boy." His Master pushed the metal pipe harder at his arsehole. He pushed back, opening up the lips of his arse, wanting to take the object into it for his Master. But it was very hard. It hurt so much. But his Master was not going to give in. He knew that all too well. At last the pipe inched into his hole, stretching it to near breaking point. His breathing now came in short bursts as he struggled with the invasion in his arse.

The pipe inched further and further into him. Unlike with a butt plug, there was no narrow bit after the large bit so that his sphincter could contract to a more comfortable position. Instead, the pipe forced his sphincter to remain painfully distended with no let up.

His Master then brought two straps in between his legs, pushed him into an upright position and fastened the straps to the front of the belt. The pipe was somehow attached to these straps and once they were attached to the belt it was impossible for him to push the pipe out of his arse. It would now stay there until his Master wanted to take it out, holding his arse open. He had a horrible feeling that his Master would not want to do that for a long time.

Now he had no control even on when he took a shit or a piss. His Master had taken both fundamental bodily functions away from him. He knew that this was right. That this was his role.

"You're nearly ready for the pit cunt, but we need to make you look like the fucking sub-human that you are."

He closed his eyes and a shudder went through his body. It was far from over.

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Next came a garment that looked something like a pair of rubber chaps. The rubber was much thicker than the rubber one piece he had already been given to wear. He attached it around his waist first and then struggled to zip up the legs. He had to pull hard on the thick rubber in order to close the zip on each leg.

As each zip closed, he could feel the rubber constricting his legs, closing and squeezing them in its unyielding embrace. This was like bondage. The rubber acting like ropes. Tying up each part of his body in turn. As this thought crossed his mind his dick throbbed even harder against his rubber-covered stomach. He really was a perverted pig. He was not able to deny it now. His dick shouted it loud. His Master smirked.

But these were not normal chaps. They also had thick rubber straps with buckles on each leg, so that the legs could be bound together. Before this was done to him, his Master produced what looked like motorbike boots.

"Put these on too cunt." He tried to bend his left leg to get his foot into the left boot, but this was very difficult as he struggled against the thick tightness of the rubber chaps.

"You trying to fuck me off cunt? You don't want to be doing that you little piece of shit because you know who'll come off worse."

He bent over and tried to move the left boot closer to his foot. The boot was very heavy. He then realised why. The left boot was attached to the right boot. They were in fact bondage boots. He finally got his left foot in place and after struggling some more got his right foot into the correct place.

His Master quickly laced them up. Then he pulled the straps together. First at the bridge of the foot. Then another at the ankles. Again at the middle of the calf and the last at the top of the calf. He put a padlock on the last strap to keep it in place. Without a key those boots were going to stay on his slave's feet forever.

The slave grunted as he pulled tightly on the straps on the chaps, pulling his slave's legs together; one strap beneath the kneecap, another immediately above. Then again mid thigh and the last at the top of the thigh and directly underneath his exposed buttocks. His slave heard the padlock close and lock on the last strap.

Once his legs and feet were tightly bundled together, he had trouble keeping his balance. He swayed rather dangerously from side to side as he tried to keep from toppling over.

"Go on, fall on your face cunt. I don't care. A few black eyes and a broken nose would make you look hornier anyway... perhaps that can be arranged some day soon.". His Master laughed.

The slave had always been quite vain about his looks, always pleased that he could turn a head when walking down Old Compton Street. The idea of losing his good looks did not appeal one bit. He shuddered slightly at the thought. He didn't say anything though, just looked at his feet, the way he knew he should.

His master then placed his feet into a rubber body bag sort of contraption. It was only a half a body bag, with a bib type arrangement on the top, with straps going over his slave's shoulders. Again the zips of the body bag were locked in place, but with the slave's cathetered dick and balls on the outside. Similarly the pipe from his slave's arse was not covered over but poked out through a corresponding hole in the bag. Finally the shoulder straps were padlocked in place. Now the bottom half of his slave was completely encased in three layers of rubber. That part of his body did not look human. It was like some sort of rubber being from another planet.

Only his upper half resembled a human form, but that did not last for long. His Master produced a rubber straight jacket. The slave's mind went wild. He had always fantasised about being placed in one of these, but he had been afraid also. He knew that once a prisoner was in one of them there was no escape. Even if there were no rubber covering his lower body, he would begin to get hot. Rubber encasing his lower body also would mean that there was almost no place that would allow the heat to escape.

His Master forced his rubber-gloved hand down into the bottom of the sleeves and pulled the thick rubber over his shoulders. He then tightened the straps at the back of the jacket one by one starting at the neck and working downwards.

"Breathe in, you cunt." His Master pressed his knee into his slave's back as he pulled hard on the middle two straps. The wind was pulled out of him, before the straps were fixed in place.

The thick rubber of the jacket then pulled tight across his chest, restricting its movement. He had to struggle for each breath. He started to panic, but he knew better. That would only make it worse. He concentrated on controlling his breathing, slowing it down and not forcing it. It still hurt across his chest but it was bearable. Just.

Before strapping the slave's arms into place, his Master attached a leather suspension harness to his slave. He strapped it around his slave's torso and attached it to the body bag around his bottom half.

He then crossed his slave's arms tightly across his front. Again he used his knee to get the straps tighter, thereby increasing the pressure on his slave's chest. He just grunted. Finally over the top his Master placed another rubber straightjacket but this time a jacket with no arms.

The slave now looked on what was his body. It was now just a mass of black dirty rubber. You could hardly make out a human form. This of course was the effect that his Master wanted. He was no longer a human being. He was just an animal to be abused. And abused he would be. He could not even imagine what was to happen to him.

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His Master pulling a very tight fitting hood over his head cut his thoughts short. His face distorted as the rubber was pulled over it. It hurt. Once. it was in place, it was not much better. It seemed to get smaller as time went on, pushing in on skull.

The hood had eye and mouth holes. His Master was not finished with his mouth and he wanted his slave to see what happened next.

First he heard the chains and the sound of a motor. Next he felt something being attached to him, to his shoulders somehow. Then some more noises from chains and the whirring of a motor and before he knew what was happening he was lifted off the floor slightly. Only a few inches, but it might as well have been 20 feet because the feeling of absolute loss of control was the same. His heart was beating very fast now somewhere beneath the layers of thick black rubber.

His Master then pushed him to his left. He travelled along what seemed to be some sort of track until he came to a halt over some very thick wooden railway sleepers. Next he could see his Master's thick muscles as they struggled manfully to the sleepers to one side. In doing so his Master revealed his slave's new home. Although his vision was obscured a little by the tight rubber hood, he still clearly saw what was to be his new home. The very dark home in which there was no escape. Just pain and nightmares.

It was a pit in the concrete floor. But he could not see how deep it was because it was filled with a filthy liquid. From the smell he could make out that the liquid contained at least used machine oil, piss, shit and probably some vomit.

His stomach recoiled in horror. He tried to struggle inside the tight rubber and against the chains. But it was futile. He knew it would be but at least he had to try, to try and escape from the possibility of spending time in that filthy pit.

"Welcome to your new home pig. Pigs live in pigsties and here is yours."

Another thick rubber hood was then placed over his head. This time the hood had no eyeholes, was laced up at the back to make it even tighter and padlocked in place around the neck. As he heard the padlock lock he knew that all hope of escape was gone. He just hung limply in his rubber coffin.

Something very unexpected happened next, a pipe was being forced up his right nostril. It hurt. He tried to move his head. "Stay still you fucking cunt or you'll regret it." His Master pushed the tube further and further until it started going down the back of his throat. It scraped at the back of his throat as it went down. What the hell was he doing? The tube never seemed to end. It went on and on until it reached his stomach.

What he would learn in due course was that this was the means by which his Master would feed him to keep him alive in his new hellhole. No need to get him out of his rubber captivity at all. The means by which his Master would administer whatever drug he wanted directly into his slave's stomach, thereby sending him into seventh heaven or seven types of hell.

After that came the piss gag. Forcing his mouth open and his teeth apart, into the piss gag his Master placed the end of the tube attached to the catheter. After taping it in place, he released a valve and his slave started to savour the first few drops of piss involuntarily obtained from his bladder. Those drips would send him mad in due course. But there was nothing he could do about it.

Some more whirring of motors and chains and he was then slowly lowered into the filth. He could feel the coldness of the vile liquid working its way up his rubbered body, as he was lowered further and further into the pit. He jumped as the coldness hit his exposed balls and cock as it entered into his arse via the tube secured there. Once the liquid reached to just below his jaw the motor stopped. Then he heard the sleepers being scraped along the concrete as they were placed back in their proper place.

Then just nothing. Nothing but silence, darkness. and pain.