Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2015 17:10:49 +0100
From: depravpig <depravpig@orange.fr>
Subject: Skin Fuck 19

It was days since its Master started to modify it. The mohawk tattooed on
its scalp, the heavy snout ring, the flesh tunnels, the thicker tits and PA
rings. But the worst was the metal cage locked on its cock.

it never had something like that on. Yes it had ball weights, stretchers,
metal cockring used on it but nothing like the cock cage.

When its Master left it spreadeagled on the wall to heal, it dealt with
being restrained but it was not ready when it sort of managed to fall
asleep for the pain it felt when getting hard in its sleep. The new
piercing was still sore and the tightness all over its groin was very
painful. And the stupid pain pig got even more excited by the pain. It took
all its will to calm down at the price of staying awake.

By the time its Master came back it was a fucking pathetic mess, mumbling
and moaning like a pig.  "SHUT THE FUCK UP CUNT! I bet you like the new
you. Not that i fucking care what you think. And don't worry, a lot more to
come in time."

it dreaded to think what that meant.  "Things look good pig, you will heal
in no time." The ball gag was removed and in its place a wide tube was
pushed in its mouth. Feeding time. its Master poured a thick paste in the
funnel and as much as it sucked on it nothing came down. "Wait piggy." And
then its Master poured some liquid from a bottle in the funnel making the
paste slide down. it gagged when the stale piss and paste filled its
mouth. it had to swallow very quickly if it wanted to get some air.

Once fed its Master released it from the wall, not bothered as it dropped
to the floor. Next it felt a tugging at its balls. its Master put a large
weight with rings on them and attached a short chain to the rings. "GET
UP!" Without ceremony its Master pulled it to the middle of the garage and
padlocked the chain to a ring in the floor, forcing its legs apart and its
balls to within a few inches of the floor. He quickly put the ball gag
tight in its mouth and pulled a thick rubber hood over its head. He
replaced the metal collar by a thick posture collar. it felt the collar
tighten and then a click as a padlock ensure s the hood will not be
removed. Who would remove it? it's locked in a stinking garage, its new
home and it could not be further away from the world even if it was on
another planet. The padlock was just another way to show how useless it
was, how dependent it was on its Master. "CONCENTRATE CUNT!" He put rigid
cuffs on its hands in its back and locked leather restraints on its elbow
locking them firmly together.

it squatted there, fixed by its balls to the floor, hooded, gagged, its
elbows and wrists tied tight in its back. After a bit it Master locked a
chain to the cuffs, passed it through a ring in the ceiling and as he
pulled on the chain its arms are raised painfully behind its back. To get
some relief it pushed on its legs, and balls. Just what its Master wanted
as he locked the chain in place. To relieve the pain in its arms it had to
pull hard on its balls, and to get relief on its balls, it had to pull on
its arms. it was FUCKED!!!!!

As its arms were raised up, its head was pushed forwards and its Master
attached another chain to the front of its collar and pulled it to another
ring in the floor. And to finish it, he pulled its legs part till he could
lock them to rings. it could move up or down just enough to torture
itself. its Master removed the basic plug and showed it its new plug: a
very big oval shape with a pig tail. its Master laughed as it pushed the
plug in its hole, making it grunt like a pig at the slaughterhouse. The
last thing its Master did was to bring a small crate in front of it and
turned a digital timer on.

00.00.35

"Be good piggy."

Then its Master left. Deaf to its shouting.

The pain in its arms was the worst, NO, the one in its balls was. it was
forced to fight both, trying to relax but that was impossible the way it
was fixed; it was breathing hard through the snout holes in the hood, its
mouth filled with the very large ball gag. And its dick started to hurt too
locked in the vicious cage on its groin. The solid cuffs in its back
stopped it from moving them to get any relief. its spread legs were glued
in place, and its back started to get sore. All this pain hitting it worst
than poppers. YES it wanted out, YES it wanted it to stop and be able to
relax on a sofa with a drink. But it needed the control, the pain. it
needed to be own by a MAN. Its MASTER. What was it thinking? its Master did
not care about it needed, craved for. He took a subhuman from a pub to turn
it into his pig. it remembered how many times it walked around SM clubs
knowing how many MEN looked at it, wanted to have it bound at their feet
almost begging it to let them do that. it thought it was in control and it
was quite proud of the list of DOMS it went through. And all changed when
it met HIM. it was bound over a baril at the back of a club, its arse
beaten by leather covered hands. he walked to it, put a piece of paper in
its boots telling it to call him the day it was ready for something
real... it nearly threw the number way, but it called and was immediately
instructed in how meeting him in the pub.

Back in the garage with only suffering as company, the smell of the hood
made it crave for its full rubber skin. it stared hard at the timer through
the pinholes over the eyes.

00.42.30 and it seemed like hours already. it was crying under the
hood. its mind was again lost in its world of pain. its home.

it tried to find the right balance between its balls and arms, the spot
were bot could get some sort of relief but it was impossible the way it was
trussed up. it could only go from one pain the other.

After 2 hours its Master came back and it grunted like a wild pig not
giving a fuck it was hurting more trying to get close to its master,
showing it that it needed to be released.

"Fucking cunt, so happy to see me. Must be having a good time."

it tried to make him understand that it was begging for relief. Need to
piss pig. Not going to release all my hard work. its Master grabbed a
feeding tube looking like a big catheter, he greased it and started to push
through the nose hole in the hood and up it snout. He kept pushing it till
it was going up its snout. it was feeling the rubber tube being pushed
inside incoming out passed its mouth. it tried to fight the invasion like
hell but it only made its Master laugh at its pathetic attempt. its Master
pissed in a piss bag and when he has it filled he connected it to the
feeding tube. he held the bag just above its head and he squeezed the bag
forcing the piss in the tub and straight in it. it was flushing piss like a
urinal. Not even given the chance to drink it out of its Master. "Will have
to feed you like that pig." it could only grunt, not a fight left in it.

its Master grabbed a gas mask and pushed the tube through a hole in
it. "Just in case i need to piss again pig." He pulled the rubber mask over
its head tightening the straps. it could breathe. "No need to see cunt."
And he screwed the caps on the lenses shut, leaving it in the
dark. Darkness and silence.

its body was hurting all over, it kept moaning inside its rubber prison,
its heartbeat beating like a drum in its head, every breathe was like a
storm. At one point it felt a strap being passed under its arms to stop it
from pulling too much on its arms, no support, no relief. it cried and
cried, mumbling a mantra begging for it to stop, for relief, it promised
anything to get released, but no one was there to listen to it or maybe its
Master was there looking at the pathetic pig.

Then it felt it. it felt the slack in the chain holding its arms up. Slowly
its arms were lowered and it was screaming in the gas mask, relief had a
price. The chain on its collar was removed, then the one on its balls and
its Master helped it to stand. The gas mask was removed, then the hood and
the gag. it could barely speak and just grunted its thanks. SHUT UP
CUNT. its Master released its arms, pulled the pig tail out and dragged it
to a corner where a rubber bag was spread on the floor. The inside of the
bag was still filthy for its last stay in it and it felt it sticking to it
as it put its arms in the sleeves and when its Master zipped tight. he
pushed a breathing tube in it mouth and pulled the tube in its snout
through a hole of the hood. When he pulled it over its head it was encased
in very thick tubber, no eye holes. "Ready to earn your keep cunt." With
that it felt its Master lifting it up on his shoulder and taking it to the
van. it was dropped on the floor.

 Earning its keep?

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