Date: Thu, 15 May 2008 14:11:23 +0200
From: Batardsm <batardsm@orange.fr>
Subject: skin fuck 10

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
the 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.