Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2011 10:03:17 +0100 (BST)
From: jo johns <markedpig@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Part 7 - "John's debt - repaid?

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.