From: jo johns
Part 1
John and I had experimented with the more extreme side of sex for several months and whilst not partners or in any `relationship', since we met on "Hoods and Masks" had found ourselves going deeper into BC, bondage, tubes and chems, with very few other people involved. We had often spoken about what it would be like to be taken without any choice, used, controlled and made to function for a Superior, but until now this had been just talk.
As my birthday present, John had arranged a long weekend away in Berlin, and I had arranged a week off work since he told me that we were going to play and party hard and that we would need the rest of the week to recover. This was my first time in the city and on our first evening out I was wearing my 30 hole black boots, laced red as John as requested, red socks rolled over the top of the boots, rubber shorts, rubber shirt, thick leather collar with padlock and a battered biker jacket. I could sense that people looked at both of us as we made our way through the maze of narrow alleyways, both of us flying on some chems we had taken before leaving the hotel.
Part 1
John carried a small bag with him but I had no idea what he brought; all I needed to know was that we would be gone all night. As we arrived at a derelict and darkened building John grabbed my arse and attached a leash to the tight leather collar and hooked it on to the belt of his chaps and pushed the door to a small foyer. A large, muscled Bear stood there, dressed in filthy jeans and a leather shirt. He spoke some German quickly us and I was introduced as the pig. The Bear smiled down at me and kneaded my arse roughly and unlocked a door and allowing us through. We descended some stairs, and sounds started flooding up. Pounding dance music, followed by conversation and moans.
But it was the smell that hit me like a snort of coke. Smoke, sweat, cum, piss, leather, and rubber mingled in the air, and my cock grew rock hard in my rubber shorts and I was already sweating as the heat from the underground club rushed up to meet me. We emerged out into a small area, which was packed with about fifty or so men. I saw all types, from smooth young Gods to older bears, dressed in everything from full leather and rubber suits to just boots, heavily inked and pierced. Most stood around chatting and cruising, though a few were doing some sucking and boot licking. John led me to the bar and handed me a beer as he looked around at the crowd. I noticed his own very healthy bulge in the fading denim of his crotch, framed by the tight leather chaps that he habitually wore, and I reached down and opened his fly, pulling out his large, thick, uncut and pierced cock. I stroked it gently as John lit a cigar and groaned, before getting down on my knees and starting to suck. I knew he hadn't cum all day as I had been the one to fuck him before we went out. I also knew my cum was still in his arse, and I was looking forward to adding to it later that evening. He stopped me from going any further - he didn't want to blow his load quite at that point. I gulped down most of my beer, enjoying the added buzz as John explained that this was an old club that only allowed entry with a member. He had joined several years before, and that this was the place to come for the most dedicated sleaze pigs.
After downing a second beer quickly, we went to the cramped and filthy toilets where several piss fans were drinking and rolling in the stinking piss. John and I took out our cocks and hosed each other down. My new PA split the stream and some fell on an older, slim God with an enormous septum piercing who was busy being rimmed by another. He smiled and lapped it up, before moving in front of us and licking the piss from our chaps. I was enjoying the attention, especially when I felt the God swallow my own cock as he gently wanked John. John shoved me against a wall, grinding the skin's head into my crotch and kissing me long and hard. After a few moments, we broke off and left the toilet, as the God returned to getting his arse licked out. Instead of going back into the bar, John led me to a dim corner in a hall. We snorted a line, and then walked down to a further room. A large red biohazard symbol hung outside it as John pushed in the door and I followed. A blue, smoky haze hung around the low lighting and TV screens hung on the wall, showing some violent SM porn. It seemed like this small room teemed with bodies wrapped in rubber and leather and fucking in every corner.
The drugs were hitting me hard now, and John simply turned me around, unzipped the arse of my shorts and sank his thick cock into me. I moaned loudly, drowned out by the cries of those around me. John held it inside me for a minute, enjoying the feeling of my tight arse on his cock. He started fucking me slowly, pulling his cock almost all of the way out before sinking it inside me slowly again. Right in front of my face another cock appeared - about 7" long with a row of piercings from the base. I gobbled it down as he started to fuck my mouth in rhythm with my John. In just a few short minutes, John roared and shot another creamy load deep within my body and then held me tight as he slowly released his piss, filling my arse with his warm, precious liquid. All of a sudden, John pulled out and pulled me to a corner where a sling had just become free. Piss and cum were dripping down my legs as he flung me on to the sling and resumed fucking as several others watched and used my mouth.
I started feeling warm piss on my rubbered body, running into my mouth and my arse. I saw John gasp as a cock entered his own arse. It was the Bear from the lobby, wrapping his arms around John and fucking like a jackrabbit. John matched his strokes and I felt my arse being ripped apart. I yelped in happiness as John pulled out and was replaced by the Bear. He moved to my mouth and I cleaned off his cock. The Bear roared suddenly and I could feel the hot splash of cum in my arse. I climbed down and asked John if he wanted another fucking. He smiled, hopped into the sling and I started eating it out as I felt another cock enter my arse. I drank the piss and cum from John's arse, before ramming in my own cock and cumming. I held it in, enjoying being sandwiched in between the two men and wanting to allow the man a chance to seed me with his cum. When I felt him pull out, I grabbed a large glob of lube and started moving my fist into John's arse. I glanced up and saw John sucking an enormous pierced cock belonging to a muscled man, dressed in chaps, harness and cap.
He was hairy and had an amazing chest with the largest and heaviest pierced tits that I had ever seen. This God was pounding John's mouth as I worked my first fist into the wrist, and as I felt John's arse tighten around my wrist he took out a small bottle and took a quick snort of coke. He passed it to me and I did the same, and then this God also took some. I was soon able to work a second fist inside as God moved to my arse and fucked me rotten, remaining almost limp, allowing the power of his fucks to drive my fists into John. He groaned in satisfaction, his cock an angry red colour, ready to splurge again. I pulled out my hands and started to gobble on his rosebud as I felt another load in my arse as John hopped off and started kissing me. He must have had a load in his mouth as we passed the cum back and forth. There were at least a dozen men in the room and it became a free for all. Cocks and cum flew around and our arses took several hits. At one point, I had John's cock and fist in my arse at the same time but didn't know how long we were there for, but when we were finished John led me over to the sling, saying that I could nap if I wanted to, but that I needed a plug up my arse to hold in the cum and piss. John then put a gag in my mouth and a hood over my head, and cuffed by wrists and ankles to the sling, telling me that the evening had just begun and that I should go with the flow and not resist anyone or anything.
How could I? Everything went silent.
Part 2
Where was John and how long I had been hanging there? My arse was on fire and the plug beginning to hurt like hell. I'd tried moaning loudly into the hard rubber ball gag that had been strapped on tightly and covered in a black leather hood with pinhole eyes, but John had not returned and I had been hanging there for what must have been about an hour. Illumination from a single bare light bulb in the wire cage above me was turned off and only small streams of light filtered under the two doors; otherwise I would have been in total darkness.
All of a sudden to my relief I heard the door open. I tried turning my head and could just see through the small eye holes in the tight leather hood and I moaned as loudly as I could through the now painful gag: only muffled sounds came out and no-one was going to hear me outside this room even if the door was open. Someone unlocked the cuffs and lifted me from the sling and with both my feet were firmly on the floor I could finally stand upright but both legs were very stiff and aching. I screamed out loud as I was smacked on the plug up my arse which shot pain through the whole of my aching body. I was then grabbed from two sides and what must have been two men lifted me effortlessly off the floor and dragged me out of the room. It was difficult to work out where I was going but it wasn't until we reached some stone steps that I realized we were going down into a cellar or basement. I heard the sound of a heavy steel door being opened in front of me and I was dragged through various rooms until we came to a stop. I was forced to lie down on a small cot with what appeared to be a rubber sleep sack laid on top of it. I was lifted onto the sleep sack and my feet were forced into it. I tried to kick them but a swift slap across the face and a large hand over my gagged mouth and nose quietened me down very quickly. These guys meant business and I realized if I was going to survive this then I was going to have to co-operate! The hand was removed allowing me to breathe again and they continued to push the rest of me into the rubber bag including both hands in the side pockets and zipped it up quickly making sure my cock and balls were sticking out through the zip in the middle.
I felt a rough hand squeeze my balls and I moaned in agony as he gripped tight. I was then secured further with some very tight rubber straps that started at my feet and went up the body to my neck. I was again completely helpless and all I could do was squirm futilely and wriggle slightly as I was roughly forced over on my front. I felt the arse zip opened and one of the men said `take a deep breathe' - at the same time removing the plug that had been stuffed in my arse. I nearly died through the pain and as the sale cum and piss rushed from my gaping hole, but lubricant was stuffed into my arse and it wasn't long before a gentle heat began radiating from this so that I didn't realize that another plug had been inserted until I heard the sound of pumping air. I felt the plug being inflated inside me until I was almost ripped in two -- there was no way that I was pushing it out. Neither men had said anything up to this point as I was roughly pulled back onto my back and the leather hood untied and pulled off from my sweaty head and the hard rubber gag removed. Before I could say anything some water was poured down my throat to wash done some tabs they had put in my mouth, and another softer rubber gag forced into my mouth: I heard the sound of pumping air and the rubber gag began to inflate inside my mouth until my jaws were forced apart and I was forced to breath through my nose. One of the men continued to fondle my dick but all of a sudden I felt something slowly being slid down my urethra and I was unable to stop them doing it. I was scared to death to move now just in case they were doing something that needed me to remain very still.
One of the men said `With this catheter we'll be able to drain you whenever we want so don't worry about pissing and with this new gag you'll get plenty of your own piss to drink whenever you're thirsty'. I now knew what they were doing and they finished inserting the long tube of the catheter, keeping it place by pumping the small bulb at the end and gently pulling at it making sure it wasn't able to come out. They must have attached the catheter to my gag because all of a sudden I felt some warm liquid spill into my throat from the rubber gag. I began to choke but by swallowing the piss down as best I could I continued breathing through my nose. I had no idea whose piss it was maybe it was my own but there was nothing I could do about it but drink as fast as I could until it stopped. I then heard one of the men leave for a few seconds but returned quickly with a rubber hood which they fitted over the one I was wearing already. I was still gagged and as they fitted the tight rubber hood on top I began to panic as I was unable to breathe for a short time. However as they fitted it correctly I realized I could breathe through the nose holes although it was now all dark and my world was very dark and hot. My heart was racing as the two men lifted me effortlessly in the rubber sleep sack and placed me in what must have been a heavy wooden box as I heard a lid being closed on it and locked shut. Oh my god I was being locked away and no-one was going to find me.
Where John was and what had they done to him? I tried desperately not to panic but the feelings were overwhelming and if it wasn't for some heavy bondage sessions I had experienced in the past I would have died for sure with the panic. I managed to bring my breathing back to normal and just lay there feeling the large plug stuffed up my arse and the gag stuffed in my piss filled mouth. I was completely at the mercy of my captors. I heard the men laugh as they walked out the room leaving me in darkness and a strange feeling of sleep began to fall over me quickly.
After some time in this darkness, alone, bound, gagged, catherized, plugged and helpless, I felt movement and believed that the box was being moved.
Part 3
I heard a masculine voice in the blackness. "
Wake up." My head was shaken, so I knew that there was no longer a lid on the box,
"You want out?" Was that John's voice? I didn't think so. From the blackness I moaned into the gag and tried nodding my head hoping my captors were going to release me - but I could hardly move. The drugs they must have given me earlier was still affecting my mind as I still felt giddy but the feeling wasn't all together unpleasant. When I had been forced to drink my own piss I must have recycled some of the chems they had forced on me earlier as I was still very high and horny. I tried again to sit up but the rubber sleep sack was secured so tightly that I was unable to lift myself up a centimeter. I was forced to lie still until I was lifted out of the wooden coffin and roughly thrown onto the cot and turned onto my stomach, pushing my dick and catheter to one side beneath me.
I immediately felt hands unzipping the arse zip and fingers feeling around the outside of the plug that had been forced up there ages ago. Without any further warning the plug was ripped from my arse and as I screamed in agony I felt some lube being forced up my arse and fingers roughly pushed into my aching hole.
I heard the voice say "You'll love this", as he pushed the white powder up my arse as high as he could. I then felt someone manoeuvring himself on top of me and the head of a stiff dick aligning itself with my arse hole. With a grunt the man shoved his dick deep into my arse and started to slam my arse with his large dick. All I could do was moan and breathe the best I could. The two rubber hoods were making breathing very difficult and a hand on the back of my head forcing it down onto the cot mattress kept me from struggling any further.
The man fucking me grunted in pleasure as he shot his load deep up my arse. He continued fucking me and I felt him slow down before emptying his bladder: hot piss slowly filled my arse. When he had finished I realized he was pushing the large plug back in place so I was unable to empty my arse, which was now on fire. Aching and moaning loudly he shoved the hard rubber plug into my arsehole before zipping up the back of the sleep sack and roughly turning me over. I then felt him playing around with the catheter and feeling it withdrawn. . The next 10 minutes was spent slowing getting me out of the rubber sleep sack and rubber hoods. My eyes strained at the darkness of the cell which was only lit by a few candles but I couldn't keep my eyes off God from earlier (that evening?) standing over me wearing only some rubber chaps with his heavy pierced dick hanging low and long and his pierced tits gleaming in the dim light! His arms were heavily inked from the wrists to his pits and despite everything, I was in heaven!!
I was eventually left naked and as I stretched my muscles God, as if to prove a point that he was still in charge, reached behind me and pushed up against the large butt plug that had been in my stretched arsehole. I moaned loudly into the gag and lay still I'd do anything to get that plug out my arse! I tried to speak, but was unable to utter a sound, other than grunts.
I was instructed to stand straight and told to put both arms into a leather straitjacket which was quickly buckled up from behind and my arms folded in front of me and secured at the back. Two leg straps were then pulled between my legs which also forced the butt plug to stay in place. Lying prone on the padded floor I became aware of the snugness of the straitjacket. It appeared to be new; the leather smelt of man sweat and piss as it held my arms across my lower chest in a very tight hug. The collar of the jacket was wide around the neck but small enough to make it difficult to pull my head through it. I could feel the three straps that closed the jacket down my back and the leather strap and buckle that held the sleeves of the jacket. He then placed on some additional locking leather cuffs just above my elbow and they were connected with a leather strap behind my back pulling my upper arms tight against my upper body. I realized I was now fucked and unable to escape. I pulled my arms against the leather sleeves, but the straps held secure. I thought back again over the events of the past hours: in a short period of time I had lost my dignity, my privacy and my freedom -- all because John and I wanted to play in public. What a birthday present this was turning out to be!
Suddenly I felt a wave of tiredness spread over my body and I had a difficult time in keeping my eyes open: the water must have been drugged. Without comment God lifted my head and slipped on a rubber muzzle over my mouth and adjusted the straps that went around my head. My sweat quickly sealed the rubber to my face and, as much as I tried, I could not open my mouth. I had been gagged!
The crotch strap was pulled tighter so that it pressed harder against my penis and balls causing the leather strap to ride up my arse crack forcing the plug even deeper up my arse, and the strap that connected the closed sleeves pulling my arms closer to my chest was tightened, so I found myself hugging myself with even greater intensity. The jacket compressed my ribcage and I fount it difficult to take a deep breath.
Part 4
As I was gently shaken awake from my chem-induced slumber I heard God say "I am going to give you an injection to help you remain calm".
I moaned loudly into the gag as I didn't want to be drugged anymore. My arse was aching like mad and I would have done anything to have the plug removed! My mouth was also aching due to the gag being so tight. I could tell that God hadn't finished with me and that I had an all night session ahead to endure. I made pleading noises as I attempted to pull upwards from the bench but it was useless and I could do nothing as he approached with a small syringe in his hands. He bent over to my tied down arm and located a vein using one hand for pressure. He cleaned the area with alcohol on a cotton ball and then slowly positioned the syringe and told me not to move otherwise I might make him break the needle off inside me!
I froze as he slowly forced the needle into my upper arm with a sharp prick. Seconds later I felt a hot sensation as the chemical quickly moved up my arm and towards my neck. I felt an uncontrollable urge to cough: this quickly passed as the chemical reached my brain and I felt an incredible rush over all of my body.
Within seconds an incredible horny feeling came over me and I immediately realized how pleasurable the gag was and the huge plug that was going to stay stuffed up my arse for some time to come!!
Colors and lights seemed to dance in front of my eyes and my heart beat fast. I felt warm and almost feverish as the drugs worked their way around my system.
I was carried into another room, thrown onto the floor: God flicked on a switch. A warm red light came on, and I got my first glimpse at what would be my home, at least for the rest of the weekend. It was a large square room, painted black, the floor covered with a rubber sheet. A large trough was sunk into the ground in one corner and next to is a St Andrew's cross. Chains hung around the ceiling, and an old battered leather chair sat in another corner facing a large television. In the center of the room were a bondage bench and a sling. Finally, there was a medium sized cage, roughly 6 ft long and 4 ft high. And it wasn't empty.
I lay there, trying to relax and calm down as God explained the rules. I was his property until such time that He decided that He did not require me. My sole job was simply to give him and his mates' pleasure. As long as I did well, no permanent harm would come and I would accept and enjoy my position. If I resisted, he would simply get rid of me. Looking around I knew I did not have much of a chance here. Through the fog of the fading effects of the drugs, I merely nodded my head. After unbuckling the straight jacket and gag, and given another drink of water I was pulled over to the cage. Inside was a man, wearing tight leather shorts, a hood, gag and boots. A tube ran from the gag to a plastic bag just outside the cage which God explained held his piss. His arms and legs were chained tightly to the corners of the cage. He looked at us with something like frightened curiosity and I saw John's tattoo on his left bicep. John?
God explained that this John owed him money and whilst I have been offered up as repayment, God would still expect John to honour the original debt.
I was unhooked and led over to the sling. God pushed me back into it and stretched my legs wide, securing my hands in rubber bondage mitts and my legs in chains. God next wrapped a large rubber bandage all over my head, covering everything except my eyes, securing my head firmly to the sling. Before covering my mouth, he shoved a straw in my mouth, allowing me to breathe. Once finished, he stuck three of his finger straight into my cum filled arse and swirled them around. He smiled down at me, telling me that my arse wasn't good enough yet.
God walked up to my head and stroked it, the first really gentle thing he had done, telling me that this was what I was here for now, to please him and to be made into another one of his pigs. He explained that John also owned him money and that an arrangement had been made that, if John could supply a suitable pig, he would be released from his debt. There had been no agreement as to duration.
The words at once seemed disconnected, but reverberated through my mind. Once again the slave halted his fucking, not being given permission to shoot. God fished out a small clamp from his pocket and placed it over the straw. I immediately snapped back to some sort of reality, but there was little I could do as my breathing became laboured. God moved to my arse, and holding the slave steady, he rammed his own cock into my arse also. Both men moved together, pulling out and slamming in at the same time, their cocks stretching out my arse hole as they rode me as one. I screamed and begged, but could only feel dizzy and light headed.
The image seemed to pixilate around me, and my eyes grew heavy as God urged on his slave and their fucking became frantic. At that moment, both men held their cocks deep inside me and roared as they came in hot creamy arcs. I passed out. I woke up slowly. I realized straight away where I was, the throb of my arse, and the cottony taste in my mouth bringing me crashing back to reality. I was caged along with my slave brother, both of us naked except of rubber chastity shorts. I also felt a constant fullness in my arse and God explained that he had plugged me in order to keep their cum and piss inside me for a while. As he chained our collars to the cage, he explained that he was going to let us rest for an hour or two before he returned to continue my training. I passed out again.
Part 5
When I awoke, I was feelinggroggy and aching all over - particularly my wrists and feet which were spread-eagled and chained tightly to a metal bed. My throat was so dry but I was unable to make only the smallest of sounds due to a large hard rubber gag stuffed in my mouth and my head being covered with a tight rubber hood with only a few small holes over my nostrils - just allowing me breathe I tried moaning out loud completely disorientated trying to remember what had happened the night before. I remembered going to the club with John and being hooded - waking and being fucked up by God and other unknown men. How many and for how long I had no idea.
That was the last thing I could clearly remember - the rest of the evening was like a dream and all in slow motion. I quickly realized struggling was futile and was only making me tired. All of a sudden someone was pulling at the metal bonds that were keeping me spread-eagled, and push two or three fingers against the plug in my arsehole. The fingers pushed past the plug slipped into my wrecked hole.
I still felt drugged but at the same time he felt fucking horny as hell and moved my arse upwards so the fingers moved deeper into my aching hole!
"You want more boy". At last I remembered God and just wished that I knew what was going on. I remembered something about John bringing me to Berlin for my birthday and something about a debt, but other than that, nothing seemed clear of to make sense. I had obviously been heavily drugged and my arse felt like I'd been fucked all night but apart from that was completely disorientated and didn't know the time of day!
I tried moaning again into the gag which came out very muffled because of the hood but God was obviously ignoring me apart from painfully exploring my arsehole to nearly breaking point. I felt something being undone and all of a sudden the plug was pulled quickly from my arse. The pain was excruciating but before I could even take a deep breathe God's large pierced dick raped my hole, sinking deeper and deeper until a sharp pain told me that God had reached the end of my bowels and could go no deeper - or so I thought! God positioned himself between my legs and slowly and systematically began to fuck me deep and hard. I could not resist this, pushing my arse upwards towards the descending dick. It felt fucking amazing. A large dick raping my hole, the pain as it sunk deeply inside me before the pleasure sensation of it being withdrawn. It was making my head buzz!
Without warning God stopped fucking me and I felt a growing warm sensation in my arse. I realized the that God was using me arse as his urinal. I felt God pull his stiff dick out my arse followed immediately by a large plug being forced inside my arsehole!
It felt enormous and was far too big for me but God kept the pressure on and suddenly my arse relaxed enough for the plug to slowly slide deeper. As I took a deep breathe God forced the plug in deeper and my arse closed over the end I began to scream into the gag with the pain. The relief was incredible but my arse was stretched to its absolute limit. I needed to get it out but felt God tying some rope around my waist and then threading it between my legs and then back again creating a harness which kept the plug in place. I was forced to lie there feeling the huge plug painfully stretching my hole.
God moved to the top of the bed and lifted my chin, putting a straw into the hard rubber gag.
God say "Drink". As I sucked a warm liquid flowed, making me want to gag, slipping down my throat. My head was then released and I flopped down and the warm liquid reach my stomach and I began to glow. Fuck I'd been drugged again and could almost sense the chemicals begin to react in my stomach.
I squirmed against the bonds and tried to moan again but I got no reaction from God. It looked as if the fun had only just begun to start! I heard some movement felt what appeared to be warm fluid enter my arse. Fuck the motherfucker was now filling my arse through the plug and I could do nothing but moan as I was slowly filled -- almost passing out with the pain.
As i lay there God leaned over and spoke softly "You like my piss in your arse boy?" and before waiting for a response slapped my arse and lifted me off the bed leaving the cell. I was left in silence waiting for my captor to return. Fuck it felt good with my arse stretched and I couldn't believe it but I felt my dick growing stiff against the mattress. I groaned in pleasure, pushing my body into the mattress. Fuck it felt good but wished my arse wasn't so full of piss.
Part 6
I had lost all sense of time and location but I became aware of someone, was it God or John?
enter the room. I was pulled upright and the straight-jacket was unbuckled and removed. The hood was then pulled roughly off and I was able to see God, in his full glory. There was no sign of the John. When had I last seen him?
My mind was so fucked that I had no recollection of anything other than this God in front of me. I was in heaven. After a short break God threw me a tight rubber hood and stretched it over my head. The hood had eye, nose and mouth holes and as God locked a thick rubber posture collar around my neck, I was dragged towards the bondage bed that was suspended horizontally by four chains a couple of feet off the floor. I climbed face down onto the swinging bed with my crotch positioned over the hole that was in the middle.
God then proceeded to fasten leather straps around each wrist and around each leg, forcing my feet apart as he padlocked the restraints to the corner chains and my arms towards the upper corners of the bed, where the wrists were likewise padlocked to steel bolts. I was now lying stretched out and face down. God then put a rubber gas mask over the hood, zipping it up the back and padlocking it on to the rubber collar. My cock and balls hung down through the hole in the bed and He was able to tie a tight leather harness around my cock and balls. My dick was stiff and I began to moan as my cock and balls were pulled hard down and the bindings secured to a small bolt on the underside of the bed. I was now unable to lift my dick and balls out of the hole.
Climbing onto the bed, God and pushed his cock towards my arse, ramming it home right up to his bollocks. I let out a muffled moan as God fucked me hard and long, making sure that his dick was pulled right out before plunging it deep into my tight arse again, again raping my arse but without cumming . Eventually I stopped struggling and resigned myself to the heavy pounding, making small groaning noises now and again.
"You can fucking stay there until I cum boy", God reached over to his electrical unit that was already connected to a perplex butt plug. The dick was withdrawn and was immediately replaced by the Perspex plug. I felt a pulsating electrical current - a bit like a stinging sensation -- deep in my arse. Every 5 seconds the power increased until my arse twitched with the pulses. I heard the door close but there was no let up from the pulsating rhythm in my hole.
God returned to find me moaning on the gently swinging bed, my arse continuing to tense with the electric shocks. Looking under the bed he saw the signs of an earlier orgasm and even now a small trail of pre-cum was dripping from my dick. The unit was turned off the pulled was removed. He again straddled my arse and shoved his dick deep into me without any thought of what discomfort I might be in. Slapping my butt to make me tighten up, he continued to fuck me for a long time before he eventually couldn't stop himself and emptied his cum deep into my arsehole.
I was released, pulled to my feet and led into another room - the first one that I had been in. John was again in the cage, chained, gagged.
"Time for bed I think", God uttered, and stripped me making me stand naked in the middle of the room. He padlocked on a metal steel collar that was hanging down from a chain attached to a ceiling bolt, and began to bind both hands into fists with a long roll of Clingfilm. Once the Clingfilm had been wrapped around a few times he used a roll of black gaffer tape to seal my hands into mitts so now I was unable to move my fingers. He then began the slow task of wrapping Clingfilm all over my body, starting at the feet and slowly working his way up each leg, around the torso up to the neck and then down both arms to where the fingers were already bound in the tape. He had obviously done this many times before, he was such an expert, starting at the bottom and slowly wrapping the sticky tape around each foot before going up each leg and around the waist. He kept the tape away from my cock and arse and continued up the body and down each arm until I was completely covered in the black tape like an all-in-one-suit. My feet were forced together and he started the whole process again binding both legs together.
I was a bit unsteady on my feet but the chain and collar kept me upright as my arms were taped to my side but with my cock and balls left bare. The collar was released and I was lifted to the bondage bench where I was placed on my back. God then continued to use up another roll of tape to cocoon my body to the bench, with my head unwrapped so that he could see the look in my eyes as I realized that I was unable to move an inch. I was enjoying it because my dick was sticking straight up and was frequently tossed off to the brink, but never enough to cum. God quickly pulled a clear plastic bag over my head and tied it around my neck before I knew what was happening. There was panic in my eyes as I realized what had happened, but since I was unable to do anything was forced to watch through the plastic as God moved to my dick and quickly began tossing me off. As the air slowly became stale he continued to toss me off and intensified the strokes and listened to my breathing. As it became quicker and more laboured I shot my load all over his hand.
God quickly pulled off the plastic bag and forced his hand into my mouth making me lick up my own cum. He then began wrapping Clingfilm around my head before he started the slow process of wrapping my head completely in the tape, leaving only a small hole around my nose. Once the head was finished he taped my head down to the bondage bench so that I was unable to look up or move my head. I felt something cold on my dick and then a tube pushed deep into my bladder and then clamped off. Clingfilm was wrapped around my dick and balls and taped so that they were flat on my belly -- I was now completely mummified.
"Time to sleep boy". It was going to be a long night and I was wondering how long I was going to be able to cope.
Sometime later God returned wearing only a piss-stained jockstrap and army boots. With a sharp knife he started to cut the Gaffa tape and cling film -- seemingly oblivious to any cuts that the might make or blood he may spill. He dragged me over to the sling and lifted me on to it, tying my legs to the supporting chain with some thick rope, wrapping rubber bandage around my waist to effectively stop me from lifting my body up off the leather sling. A ball gag was again forced into my mouth, and both hands were tied to the two other supporting chains. God then started wrapping a rubber bandage around both legs starting at the feet and making his way right up to each thigh, then wrapping each arm until my whole body was again mummified in rubber, this time onto the sling.
He held on to the back of my sweaty head and lifted my mouth towards his where spat and then cleared both nostrils directly into my open mouth. I was given water and a tab and then God then reached for a full-face rubber army mask, which he pulled on top of my gagged head. The mask was zipped up the back and buckled around the neck. A short corrugated hose was connected to the air intake value and by holding his hand over the end I unable to breathe any fresh air.
He watched as I struggled futilely against the lack of air but satisfied that he knew that he was now controlling my breathing, took his hand away allowing me to draw in large gulps of air. He then reached for a final rubber bandage that he slowly began to wrap on top of the mask strapping my head down onto the sling, making sure that my eyes were covered over so I was unable to see what was happening.
God pulled on the butt plug and slowly withdrew it. He fingered my greased arsehole, at the same time pushing a poppers bottle against the mask intake valve and gently tapping my arse with a riding crop. Slowly and gently at first tapping around the genital area and the cheeks of his arse, the canning continued for some time moving up each inside thigh and back again to my arse.
He also tapped my hardened dick, and kept telling me to keep my arse tight since he didn't want to see any of his piss and cum dribble out. He then sunk his dick deep into my arse and began to fuck long and hard, putting the poppers bottle under the gasmasks intake valve. He began to toss me off and it wasn't long before I moaned and shot my load. Instead of stopping he carried on slowly wanking me until l was drained. Given more poppers, I was still flying and suddenly felt pressure at my arse hole. God was inserting fingers and slowly opening me up for his fist.
The agony and the ecstasy in equal measures were amazing and like nothing I had felt before. In what seemed no time his fist, wrist and arm slowly were sucked into my hole, into my bowels, and we became one. As he stretched my hole I slowly was lowering onto his arm and I had no choice but let his arm sick deeper into me, past his elbow -- his studded wrist band making sure that I felt every inch -- and up to the bicep as he started to work the fingers of his other hand into my arse as well. He didn't get far but God then told me that before he was finished my arse would be a gaping hole ready to take anything. A feeling of weightlessness and tiredness came over me and I again passed put.
Part 7
When I awoke I was completely naked apart from leather wrists and leg restraints and a tight rubber hood with only a nose and eye hole, secured to bolts in the floor and ceiling. God then roughly pulled open my mouth and inserted a gag. The gag had a narrow half-inch (12 mm) diameter tube, 2 inches of which went into my mouth through the inside of the hard rubber gag. It was impossible to chew through and it stuck out through the front of the hood so he could attach another tube or funnel to it.
He then pulled a heavy rubber hood over my head, tightened the straps: each hand and foot was chained to other bolts - I was unable to move an inch. A tube was then attached to the gag and God started to piss long, strong piss straight down my throat. He then went over to a table and came back with a stand, several bags of dark, rancid piss and connected these up to the gag, subjecting me to a non stop stream of piss.
"Enjoy this. It has been collected for several weeks from each unfortunate that has come my way, so you will never know what is in the toxic mix." He then turned off the lights and left, locking the door behind him. Now why should he do this since I was going anywhere?
I was now his piss pig, among other things, and whilst I had been known to enjoy a drink straight from the tap, had not consumed such stale or large amounts of piss. I was beginning to wonder where this was going and how much longer I had to remain here since I was sure that the weekend must be drawing to a close.
"It's time to breed you again. Feel this piece of meat before it goes up your fuckin' arse." And with that he released me and bent me over a wooden horse, secured me one more. He went behind me and reached over to a tub of Crisco, smearing a large dollop over my arsehole and forcing a few fingers into my hole.
I continued to struggle. Why was I doing this -- perhaps the thought of shit? I had never been into scat! God reached through my legs and grabbed hold of my balls.
"You carry on struggling you little shit and I'll rip these off", pulling them sharply backwards. I yelled out in pain but as soon as he released the pressure I just lay there quietly waiting for whatever He decided. Gripping my hips He rammed his cock up my arse as roughly as he could. I already had cum and piss dripping from my hole and it only took a few minutes of hard fucking before God's spunk shot deep into me.
I was now completely at His mercy and starting to understand that I would need to learn to be obedient and respectful. I never said a word as he withdrew, reaching over to a wooden table and locating a large rubber butt plug which he greased up and slowly forced up my arse. I tried to wriggle away but he was relentless and suddenly with a large groan it slipped into place and my sphincter slipped round the base of the rubber plug, the overly stretched muscle being forced back gripping the smaller part of the hard rubber plug holding it nicely in place. God then picked up a flogger and without warning swiped it hard across my arse: I let out a large moan and struggled against the bonds. He kicked out at my butt plug telling me to
"Fucking shut up you piece of meat" as he swiped the flogger across my arse again time and time again, leaving large red welts where the leather had struck my exposed white skin.
Being behind me, I could not see what God was doing, but suddenly felt his dick poking at the edge of the butt plug. Eventually it slipped into my plugged arse and I moaned out loud as he systematically began to fuck me whilst still plugged. My moaning intensified as his dick got harder and he fucked me deeper. As he leant heavily into me he began to piss into my arse and I remained still. What was next? He just kept on pissing until he had emptied himself in my arse, quickly withdrawing and leaving the plug in place to keep the warm piss plugged deep in his arse.
I felt the need to piss and since I was not gagged or hooded, ask God if I could be released to piss. That was my first mistake. Not only did he explode and say that I was not to speak unless spoken to, but that I only pissed on command. With that he replaced the piss gag and tight rubber hood, this time with no eye holes and undid me from the horse, before securing me to a St Andrew's cross. Something cold was applied to my dickhead and before I knew it I felt a catheter being inserted into my urethra. Suddenly my mouth filled with hot strong piss and I knew that I was recycling my on piss and gulped it down before I chocked to death. I was really going to be a pisspig in every sense.
God then came over and poured some sweet-smelling liquid down the funnel into the piss gag, holding my chin up high and telling me to drink it. Although I started to choke at first I swallowed: God slapping me around the head and left me there for the chemical to take affect. Soon my whole body became warm and my head became woolly. I head the door open and several footsteps enter the room. God removed my hood and I could see four large, muscular bikers -- real men that got my attention even through the haze, and made my dick hard.
All were dressed completely in black rubber with leather on top and without speaking they started to move over to me. One by one they slapped my arse or shoved face into their crotches. As the sexual excitement reached fever pitch they all got our knobs out and stood around tormenting me. They could tell that I was feeling the affects of the drug and was quietly moaning every time one of them kicked my arse, slapped my face or grabbed my bollocks
"The little fucker is all yours, do with him what you want!!" and God pulled the plug out the arse as the first biker rammed his dick right gaping hole. I screamed into the gag with the pain but the biker was unrelenting and began to systematically fuck me long and hard and it wasn't long before with a loud moan, his shot his load deep into my arse and pulling out.
It was immediately replaced by one of bikers who was standing now in the queue which was forming behind him. God unbuckled my piss gag and helped stuff the first biker's still rock hard dick into my mouth:
"Now clean it off you little fucker" and God watched as I awkwardly attempted to clean the enormous dick.
"Do a fucking good job otherwise we'll just leave the gag in place." I increased my work on the dick in an effort to please God, even though my arse was being fucked hard from behind!!
One of my long standing fantasies had been to be gang-raped by a gang of hells angels who used me as a toilet, turning me into a slave -- but I had never imagined that it would be like this, whether I wanted it or not. Within fifteen minutes all five had fucked me hard and emptied their loads into my sore arse A bottle of piss was poured down the tube into the my mouth, and at first I refused to swallow until God punched me in the gut. I gasped and it went down.
God untied me and pushed me forward over the metal table with my neck over the edge and my ankles being attached to the corners of the table and further chains attached to my knees and pulled sideways, thereby opening up my arse. The neck chain is attached to the other two corners of the table and he pushes a pillow under my pelvis so that my arse is raised and gapping. God then inserts a catheter and connects this to another tube that, after removing my gag he inserts a spreader, keeping my moth permanently open and feeds a tube down my throat and into my stomach. I wretch, but he takes no notice and does not stop until the tube is well fixed, taped to the side of my mouth. I hardly feel it after what has happened to me, until he releases a valve and I feel relief as my piss flows. I cannot taste it but from the warmth of the tube in my moth I can feel it flowing directly into my stomach.
My head is pulled back as He attaches a chain from the top of my hood to my bound arms. He then puts something cold on my nostrils and I can feel tubes being fed into my nose and down my throat -- so that he now controls even my breathing. I lay there, bound to the table by ankles and neck, my arse exposed and my mouth wide open. I have never been so exposed and vulnerable. Cool lubricant is massaged into my arse and two, three, four fingers enter without resistance because of the hours a butt plug was in place.
I resign myself to getting fucked again -- though in the past I had always had control over who fucked me, but from tonight onwards I am just a hole. The thick, pierced, cock slides into my arse and the assailant gently works himself in and out. When he thrusts I gasp: his cock must be larger that the butt plug because it hurts like hell. On the second thrust my gasp is cut short by a second cock jammed suddenly into your mouth. I gag as it touches the back of my throat but no amount of moving can dislodge since my head is fixed by the neck chain and chain holding it backwards so I have no choice but to take it all in.
The men fucking me are goaded by the others who encourage deeper penetration and faster thrusting as they plunge deeper and deeper. Slowly they massage their cocks out of my arse and mouth, but my relief is short lived because without warning two more cocks replace those which have just shot their loads. They are thrust deeply and more rapidly than before. On and on they go, in, out, in, out to the cheers of the others. The cock in my arse quickly releases it load and it is replaced by yet another cock.
The third cock to fuck my arse is huge, both wider and longer than the others. I suspect this cock is that of God as he fucks away and I groan with delight and the thought and feeling of that huge thing inside you of being publicly fucked. I groan with pleasure as God plunges away, his thrusts becoming faster and faster until he explodes with a shout and I feel the warm cum filling me.
After a while i hear footsteps as the guests leave and the motorbikes roar off down the road. I hear noise but am left bound to the table, and with a hole and mouth full of cum. God eventually comes back and removes the mouth spreader and encourages me to drink some water, which again has a sweet taste, and he then fills my mouth with a smaller gag which he straps tightly at the back of my neck. God then pushes me forward onto the table and kicks my legs apart so that my arse, once again, is wide open. More lubricant is massaged into my hole followed by a large butt plug, which slips in easily because of the all the stretching my arse has had that evening. He then attaches the plug to chains which encircle my balls and cock and go up my arse crack at the back, to be fixed to a steel belt, which God locks around my waist. He tightens the chains so that there is no chance to push the butt plug out.
I was then placed on the floor, front down and felt a pole being pushed down my back, between my bound arms and my back and the full length of my body. He proceeds to tie me to the pole by a series of straps around my ankles, knees, thighs, stomach, chest, neck and around my forehead. These are pulled tight so that there is no movement possible between you and the pole. God adjusts the catheter and stomach tube and ensures my nose tubes are still free. God lifts up the head end of the pole so that it rests on some object, and then the foot so that you are suspended about a metre from the floor by the pole, like a pig on a spit. The straps bite into my flesh but I am powerless to do anything about it. He walks away.
Part 8
And there I stay, bound, gagged, plugged, catheterized, and hanging from a pole and all because John owed a debt. The only thing that keeping me sane is the belief that God is experienced and I hope that he will not allow anything dangerous to happen to me. My breathing comes easily through the nose tubes and urine continues to pass silently from my bladder to my stomach. Spit dribbles out from around the gag. The butt plug feels comfortable and reminds me of all the abuse that it has suffered.
Every part of me is aching -- my limbs are numb and my arse is without tone. My jaws ache from one gag or another and my nose, with its tubes, starts to feel sore. I can no longer feel my balls as a heavy metal ring has been stretching them all night. Even the catheter through my cock to my bladder is starting to irritate. I feel movement and God lowers the pole and removes the straps so that slowly some feeling comes back to my limbs. He slowly removes all my chains and rope bindings and takes out the butt plug, but leaves the catheter, nasal and stomach tubes in place. God commands me to kneel and i do so without question.
I can see that the room is kitted out as some form of dungeon. Crosses, chairs, chains, straps, hoods and whips are everywhere. In one corner a hangman's noose hangs from a scaffold. I also notice expensive camera and video equipment and suspect that last nights activities have been recorded on film. God then pulls a hood over my head and tightens it under my chin. The hood has no eye holes but the mouth is open. He pulls the nasal tubes through the small holes over my nostrils, allowing me to breathe. Without warning he stuffs ball gag in my mouth and secures it around my head. Next I hear chains clanking as my wrists are attached to chains hanging from the ceiling. I hear a ratchet noise as God pulls on the free end of the chain and raises my wrists. Soon I am standing on my toes, then higher still as I swing freely. My ankles are pulled apart and He ties them to rings in the wall. My balls and catheter hang down between my widely separated legs. The pain in my wrists is acute, but soon it becomes only a dull ache as I hang there by my wrists, legs spread apart, hooded, collared and gagged. My bladder is full but I cannot piss since he clamped the tube that drains into my stomach.
No amount of squirming around relieves the pain. My legs feel as though they are about to split apart and my arms start to ache. I must have dozed off because I wake with a start as a whip cuts into my back. I asp into my gag as more lashes cut my back and thighs. Counting aloud up to twenty, each lash being more severe than the one before, sweat pours from my body and drips onto the floor.
After twenty lashes I hang limply in my chains and can hear God breathing heavily. He throws ice cold water over me you hang there dripping God undoes the catheter and I groan with relief as piss pours into my stomach. God then lowers me to the floor but I am unable to support myself and I crumple into a heap. He releases my wrist chains but padlocks the cuffs behind my back and leaves me there. How much more of this can I take -- there must be a way out?
After and hour or so I find the strength to stand up but, realizing there is no where to run to, especially naked and cuffed, I wonder what other possible ways God can abuse me, and for how much longer.
God returns and makes me drink two large glasses of a protein drink, which tastes good, but I also start to feel drowsy again. Fuck!
I am woken by the thud of booted feet coming down the staircase and find myself spread eagled on the St Andrew's cross. The am released, but my feet and knees are tied together and my arms are tied to my chest. God produces a noose and places it firmly around my neck and cinches it tight and I relieve the pressure on my neck by standing on tip toe but eventually I take the pressure around my neck. Amyl is produced and held to my nose and as my head starts to swim I feel the rope tighten, and tighten and I start to lose consciousness - the last thing that I remember is my feet leaving the ground as I jerk upwards. The next thing I know I am lying on the ground with the noose loosened and the gag out, but am still bound and cuffed.
I have no idea how long I was out. Once again, I wake up to silence in the room, fixed to the St Andrew's cross, gagged and with a neck collar anchoring me to the cross, and my feet are fixed on to foot rests.. There are straps around my legs and three straps across my chest and stomach, so that I am unable to move.
My arse feels empty, although judging by the amount of wind that I am passing I must have been fucked by several men while unconscious. I hung there through a long night (or at least I thought that it was night) regularly woken by pain in my cock, and balls, and in my arse as my muscles relaxed. My arms were numb and I had no feeling in my fingers.
God wheeled over a trolley and unwrapped a set of surgical instruments and needles, plus what i thought was a dermal punch. I cried into my gag, guessing what was to come, and sweat started to run down my arms and legs. My mind was working overtime wondering what he had in mind.
My nipples were each cleaned with a sterile wipe and after I was shown large needles, one was through each nipple. As I learned later, the holes made were not the small ones that you get done in a studio: these were huge holes and extra large rings were painfully inserted - it was some time before the searing pain subsided. God's then used pliers to insert balls into the open rings.
"When these are healed we will stretch them us and then permanently close the rings". I could do nothing but think about what size he wanted the rings to be.
I could then feel the catheter being removed from my urethra. Fuck did it sting and I had an involuntary need to piss -- which I did all down my legs. The pain. My cock was then washed and God took hold of it, opening up my piss slit at the same time. Another even large needle was held p for me to see - Ihad not seen such large needles before and groaned into my gag. I took several deep breaths as the assistance thrust the needle through my piss hole and out the back of my cock: I had never known such pain but he worked on, regardless of my groans and screams inside the gag, and pushed a huge PA ring in through the head of my cock. I had forgotten altogether about the pain in my nipples; the dull throbbing in my cock commanded all my attention. My head was released enough for him to work on my ears and with a dermal punch he made an 8mm hole in each lobe and inserted an open ring.
"That will do for now".
A clamp was put on the bridge of my nose and a needle pushed through - I could make out the sheaf as he removed the needle and inserted a bar. A ball was tightened at each end and then a hole was punched in my septum and a large ring inserted. Blood trickled into my mouth and I could feel the septum ring sitting on my top lip.
I was given a protein drink and then released and pulled over to the cage, where John was: he had been watching everything that had been done to me and I was pushed in next to him. With the pain that crying through every part of my body and my mind totally fucked, I was in no position to argue with him and just settled down on the bared floor as best I could and snuggled down next to John, who put an arm round me and mouthed, Sorry".
part 9 (the end, or is it).
Some time later I was pulled from the cage and my piercings were cleaned and twisted. I don't know who this person was who was cleaning me, but after carefully cleaning the new rings, my arse and mouth, he gave me a drink. Again I felt giddy and light headed and once he had fastened me over the horse, I began to hallucinate. I felt that this had always been my life; I had been born to be a piss pig and toilet and to serve God. Slowly my inner pig was releasing itself. I was pulled out of my dreams by a sharp pain across my arse and then a thick ringed dick entering my now gaping hole. It was God.
"Thank you, Sir" I cried as he raped my hole and grunted as his seed shot up my hole.
He again fastened me to the bench reached for a bowl of water, a shaving brush, soap and some straight razors. God picked up some clippers and with several very rapid movements stripped the short hair from my head, leaving stubble. He then started work on the hairs down my body, as he rubbed the soap into me started in with the first of the straight razors. Mychest was scraped clean, then under my spread arms and over the stomach. My pubic hair remained whilst he started on my legs, removing hairs even to my toes. God then used the razor on my head, removing every hair before starting on my face, removing the eyebrows, beard and moustache. With smaller scissors he snipped away the eyelashes!
My cock was next and this was scrapped clean and all pubic hair, that between my legs and around my ring were shaved clean. I then felt something happening to my cock, which had remained hard through the shaving process, as a plastic tube was inserted into the single eye of my throbbing cockhead, and a sharp pain as the tube entered the complete length of my dick.
Now my asshole was being invaded by God's greased fingers. One, two, three, they moved smoothly round, feeling and at the same time massaging my inner asshole. Just as I thought I was about to be fisted, the fingers disappeared and I felt a firm rubber tube entering me. A sudden surge and water was rushing to fill me! I took what seemed like a lot, and then tried to tell him that I couldn't stand any more. But still more came in, till I felt that my insides were stretched beyond possibility. I felt a rubber face mask cover my mouth and saw a thick tube snaking away. I suddenly realized that this must end in my arse. My piss came out more and more, which in turn ended up as piss and shit in my own mouth. This remained in place whilst God was working out of my view.
The hood and tube were removed and a head harness with mouth spreader was forced into my mouth and fasted tightly behind my head. My mouth was now fixed open in a permanent hole. Now the arse tube was removed, but before I could release the water, God movedbehind me and pushed a large expanding metal plug into my arse, locking it in place. My cock was grabbed and a metal pod was fixed around the base of my cock and balls, hinged up and secured with a padlock. Inside there was a metal brace that would prevent me getting hard, with no chance of ever coming. My PA was aching, cramped in its metal pod. God then took a pair of clover nipple clamps, attached it to one nipple above the new piercings, ran the chain under the bar of the bench and attached it to the other nipple. The chain just reached under the bar so the tug on my tits was constant painful. God then took leather paddle and began beating my arse as hard as he could, with no mercy or let up. Every time the paddle contacts my ass, i jump slightly causing the nipple clamps to pull hard on my nipples.
God now released me and pushed my head into an open top box, fixing my neck by closing a flap. He then closed the lid -- but it did not go dark - there was a hole which was actually a toilet seat!!! He sat on this and I started to clean his dirty arse: his hole opened and a long log of shit started to emerge. Part of it broke off and landed in the middle of my face; another log descended into my forced open mouth, and I unconsciously started to chew. God commanded that I held the shit in my mouth as he released me from the shit caked box. He ordered me to squat over a pail in the corner and remove the plug that had invaded and locked my arse and the liquid rushed out with amazing force, filling the bucket. Although the pressure released the cramping remained.
God then ordered me to drink -- to wash down the shit that I had held in my mouth. It was unbearable and as I continue to eat I feel God behind me plunging his thick and ringed dick into my sore, aching, hole. After he exploded in my arse, he leaves his dick there, starting to piss. I'm amazed he has that much piss left after all i drank earlier. It feels like he has pissed at least another quart up my ass. He pulls out and re-inserts the locking plug. He looks at my shit-covered face and laughs and tells me what a worthless toilet i am. He commands me to rub the remaining shit off of my face with my fingers and then lick them clean. Filthy, covered in shit and piss and aching in every bone, I am pushed back into the cage.
I woke, alone, in the cage, completely naked. Well almost. On the ends of both of my arms, where my hands should have been, were two smooth black leather balls. In my groggy state I wondered where my hands had gone, and then it dawned on me that my hands were still there, just kept safe in these mitts with no fingers. I drifted in and out of sleep and was starving.
I shivered slightly, as God laughed, thrashing the back and arse of a man -- John? -- chained to the ceiling. Upon release, he looked unsteady on his feet, and seemed to sway, as if on sea legs. God held him up for a few moments, letting his hands wander over his hairless body - and I saw new tattoos on John's chest and back, and tattooed across his arse was the phrase POZ WHORE.
I was released from the cage and at God's signal dropped to my knees in front of the John. My arms were pulled behind me and put into leather sleeves that were fastened from top to bottom, and the rubber hood pulled from my head. I was told to get to work on the John's cock and balls, teasing his hard on, bringing him to the point of orgasm and then backing off, until God signaled again and the orgasm was completed with cum draining down my throat. God unzipped his cock and took off John's gag, forcing him to swallow it all and suck. As he did so, God leaned over and unzipped the arse of his shorts and pulled out a large butt plug. John's cunt lips puckered out, red and swelling and I could see something start to dribble out. God ordered me to lock my lips around the arse and John to release. A torrent of liquid ran down my throat, so much I could barely take it in. Strong, stale piss mixed with heavy doses of cum and some shit washed around in my mouth and ran down my body. I began lapping it greedily, pushing my tongue into John's arse. I felt a hand grip the back of my head and force it deeper into the beautiful sloppy arse as I licked and slurped everything from it.
Meanwhile, God pounded away at John's throat, gripping his head hard for leverage. After a few minutes, God stopped and ordered us both to kneel. Yanking on a chain from the ceiling, he attached it to both of our collar's holding us in place as he went to set up the sling. I dared not look but simply started down at the rubber floor, occasionally stealing glances at John's raging hard pierced cock. It was enormous, easily 9" and thick as hell with the thickest PA I had ever seen. His balls were wrapped in a steel divider, and looked purple and bursting. When has this been done to him? All his ink and metal looked well healed and I began to realize that I had not been here just over a weekend.
I was released and led to the sling where I was fastened hand and foot. God then unhooked John, telling him that he deserved a reward for staying in the cage, in chastity shorts and plugged, for 24 hours. John drank from a water bottle, before passing it to me. I gladly drank in the cool liquid, before
realizing a moment later that I had been drugged once again, as a tight rubber hood was placed over my head.
Without warning, John went straight for my arse and rammed in his thick PA'd cock to the hilt and fucked like mad, fast and viciously. I screamed through the rubber and tried lifting my arse away. But the drugs worked, and I felt the sensations quickly change. I wasn't worried any longer about the pain, just the feeling of sheer rightness about being pounded. The raw cock pistoning in and out of my abused arse was like no other feeling, and I relaxed into it, welcoming the feeling of fullness.
Whenever the John seemed to be getting close to cumming, God would have him stop, leaving his cock inside me, waiting for the moment to pass before continuing. The dim red light seemed to swirl around me and at times I could barely see my God and John, just feel their presence.
I felt my face being slapped as I slowly came round.
"Now is the time for some serious talking. You have been with me for a little over two weeks and I have decided that you have repaid the majority of John's debt to me. What is left, he can repay, and with interest.
"You are pleasing me and I have decided that although Jim's debt has been repaid, I am going to keep you as my pig.
"You have been raped, hung, drugged, used as a urinal, been pierced and used by my poz biker mates; I had to ensure that you were infected so that I had 100% control over you, just as I have over John. However I believe that I can go much further with you than I can with him since it is clear that you have enjoyed everything that has been done to you and we can now start on the next stage of your journey.
"Don't think about escaping or me changing my mind since I have had a group of my employees doing a little research into you and your previous life. I have made arrangements for you to remain here until such time that I wish to dispose of you. Due to your absence from work you have effectively resigned from your job and I have cleared your house and put it on the market -- any proceeds will be invested for you.... With the provision that these are used for your keep, modifications and future use"
What could I say? How could I have been here for so long? Whilst scared, this was the stuff of fantasy that I had often wanked off to, what about my family, friends and work colleagues? What would they think?
As if reading my mind he continued, "A mail has been sent to your complete address book and family stating that you need time to find yourself. You will be taking a 6 month tour and will get in touch when you can. Unfortunately, you are likely to experience an accident whilst travelling and your family will be informed that you have been killed.
"I have also ensured that everything that you ha e endured has been filmed, and I can assure you that you appear a really willing participant in all the acts -- at times even begging for more piercings, torture and even castration. Should you displease me or I ever get tired of you this will be sent to everyone and posted on all available websites. From the moment you entered the club I had arranged, via John, to film everything that you did.
"Speak! This may be one of the few times that you will be permitted to".
All that I could say was, "Thank You, Sir". What else was there to say?
"Note, that from this time forward, you are not only my property to use and abuse as I see fit, but you will service my friends, customers and anyone else that I see fit. I may well decide to further modify your body, and may even grant you your request to be castration, as well as modifying your mind. Time will tell. You can just remain in a state of anticipation ...
"When I need a piss or shit, you will be there for me."
I could only moan and tried to struggle, but the bonds were very secure and I wasn't going anywhere. I grinned into my hood since I had no desire to leave and knew that this was my destiny. God had already modified parts of my body and my mind was open to any suggestion or order that He gave.
And what of John? That's another story that one day I may be able to tell.