Date: Sat, 28 Mar 2015 14:29:10 +0100
From: depravpig <depravpig@orange.fr>
Subject: Skin fuck 27

it glared at the kids back. it was not going to be humiliated by fucking
spotty kids.

The tube carriage was packed of course and the four kids sanding next to it
were making loud comments about much it was stinking. They were making
puking sounds, laughing at it.

its MASTER was sitting further down, smirking at it.

The people around it pretended nothing was going one, but they stepped as
far away from it as possible and it was relieved when it saw its MASTER
getting up to get out at the next stop.

it followed its MASTER with a last insulting remark from the kids as the
door closed...

it knew that it must have looked like a freak in its track suit, the zip on
the jacket open halfway down showing the rubber underneath; the thick
wadders sticking out of the trousers. its MASTER got on the escalator
pointing at the stairs next to it. it had to climb them as fast as possible
to keep up, its balls hurting as hell with the spikes digging in its skin,
the huge plug moving up its fuck hole. it paid no attention to the couple
of slurs it got as it brushed by people. By the time it reached the top it
was sweating, making the smell coming off it even stronger. it was looking
for the cool air outside the station and it nearly lost its MASTER walking
down another tunnel towards another tube platform. it stood a couple of
steps behind its MASTER. its dick was hard as steel in its spiky prison. it
could not help itself from being turned on by the fact that it was
following its MASTER just as if it was on a leash. The sight of the tube
pulling in was like a cold shower and it could not stop shivering looking
at the carriages packed with people in red and white. Of course it was
sunday and Arsenal was playing in town...

More nasty comments, more disgusted looks, even a couple of knowing smirks
from skinheads in their footy gear as they talked to its MASTER. it was not
surprised when HE took their phone number. it followed its MASTER and the
crowd as they poured out of the station towards the stadium. its MASTER
walked down another road. More supporters were coming out of the pubs on
their way to the match but in minutes the road was empty. its MASTER was
taking it to another one of the London kinky stores. it knew the manager of
the store. it used to top the manager and it dreaded to face him now. it
kicked itself mentally. Pride was not a thing it could afford anymore. it
was a pig and had to accept it. Easier said than done when constantly taken
on a roller coaster of abuse and humiliation. its MASTER rang the door, and
it took a deep breath as it stepped inside the dim store. Maybe the manager
would not be there. it was not to be its lucky day.

its MASTER walked to the desk and said it was here for a special order. The
young rubber guy with a red mohawk made a call and within minute the
manager greeted its MASTER with a deep snog and hug. When he looked behind
its MASTER he spotted it and just laugh. "That is a fucking surprise. How
did you manage that? " He stepped next to it, rubbed his hand over its
tattooed head, pulled the zip on the jacket down and pulling on the
trousers' waist band to look at its rubber. He took deep breath though his
nose, smirking as he took its stink in. "Well well well. « That's a
change from the arrogant top who fed me his shit. Looks like it's ready for
mine now. " "STRIP CUNT! " it jumped as its MASTER barked his command. it
pulled track suit off its body and stood in the stinking rubber and
wadders. "THE WADDERS TOO." it pulled them off its feet, spreading its legs
and crossing its wrists in its back. The manager grabbed its groin with one
hand and squeezed it hard, the spikes bitting in its skin, making it
moan. His other hand finding the plug up its fuck hole. The evil glint in
his eyes showed that he was enjoying the changes in it. "Looking forward
using you properly soon worm. But lets get you in your skin. " it followed
its MASTER and the manager to the back of the store, walking through the
racks of rubber and leather gear towards the dungeon showroom. A space with
a bondage wheel on the wall, fuck benches, cages, bondage chairs and
racks... But what caught its eyes was the piece of rubber spread in the
middle of the floor. It looked like a rubber sleep sack. The closer it
looked the more it saw the details about the multi layered bag. But it tore
its eyes away as shop assistant removed the separator on its groin and the
plug up its fuck hole. The bastard was not gentle. What was with them?
First the barman, now him. The glare it got showed that it was not to
expect any sympathy from him either.

its MASTER and the manager just watched as thick rubber shorts were pulled
up its legs and over its groin and arse. There was a narrow hole in the
front of them for its dick and balls to be pulled through. The assistant
obliged making it grunt when he pulled its balls through the hole,
squashing them between his fingers. A straight pug attached to the short
was pushed up is fuck hole, keeping it stretched. Only the plug part inside
the tube kept its waste inside it. For a time. its MASTER inspected the
shorts and plug, pulling on the base sticking out of the shorts. "That's
for the connection." WHAT? its mind could not even understand what the
manager meant, but it was certain of one thing. it would find out the hard
way.
 it was made to lie face down on the bag. its arms were pushed inside two
rubber sleeves pushing its hands through a much narrow space at the end of
them. Once fully in place, its hand were squeezed inside a tight flat
space. it could not spread its fingers or make a fist. The assistant pushed
its legs apart a bit, grabbed its balls, pulled them down and locked a
thick rubber traps around them. its dick started to get hard between its
body and the rubber underneath it. That was until dull spikes started to
dig in it making it grunt. its own weight pressed its dick inside the nasty
spikes, so it pushed itself up slightly to avail. The spikes did their job
and it forced itself to get soft. "Stupid worm." That was the second time
that word was used for it. Once its balls were secured to the bag, its feet
were pushed inside a padded and somehow reinforced space at the bottom of
the bag forcing it to point its feet out and keeping them flat in place
making it impossible for it to be put in a standing position. The bag was
zipped up its legs stopping just below its rubber covered arse where a
strap was tightened with more belts on its thighs, legs and ankles. its
legs were « glued » in place. its mind started to understand why it
was called worm, making its stupid dick hard again, to get bitten by the
metal studs...

FUCKING STUPID PIG.

Next, the first layer of rubber was zipped over its back, from its neck
down. Three more straps were tighten, glueing this time its arms to its
body.

its MASTER and the manager grabbed it at the waist and lifted it off the
floor for the assistant to push its legs in the lower half of the second
bag and to pull it up over its arse as there was no zip in the bottom
part. The manager pointed to rings at its waist for its MASTER to use the
hoist if on his own. Fucking clever. The second bag was very thick and
tight, the sleeve encasing its legs even more in a tight confinement. The
assistant pulled the plug's base through a hole in the rubber. its twisted
mind imagined that it would soon be its only connection to the outside
world. it just didn't know how right it was and didn't think much about it
when a helmet was showed to it. it was made out of very thick rubber, just
an oval shape with oval dark lenses in place of its eyes, two holes for its
snout and a wider hole for its mouth, with a human face in the inside for
its head to fir it, taking away any human features. In no time the mask was
pulled over its head. The weight of it was fucking unbelievable as they put
it over its head. A wide plug was pushed inside its mouth, two large plugs
up its snout and two plugs sealed its ears as the mask was strapped
tight. it tried to breathe through its mouth but it was sealed, so once
again all its air was pulled through its snout. The top part of the second
layer of rubber was zipped shut down and across its back with a dreadful
finality.

it was totally enclosed in rubber. Just an oval shape. Unable to see, to
hear, to talk, to stand up. Only able to crawl. Like a worm.

FUCKING HELL! They turned in into a fucking form. it was ure that they
could not even hear it as it screamed around the gag. Suddenly it could
see. Sort of, something had been pulled off the lenses and it got a limited
grey vision. Everything was blurry and it had to concentrate hard to see
the different shape in front of it. From the movement it could barely see
the manager talking to its MASTER and pointing at it. The manager was
making signs at it, sort of calling it. He wanted it to move towards
them. it started to jerk, crawling towards them as they walked
backward. The rubber was either extremely thick or had a padding of some
sort to reduce the effect of constant crawling on a hard surface. it was
certain that once again its comfort was not even a consideration, only
another to keep the worm for a very long time... The covers were put back
on the lenses. Leaving it again in total darkness. a subhuman thing, a
rubber worm. The tears started to soak its face. it wanted to stop them but
its brain was telling it that another part of its humanity was stripped
from it. That at the core it was an animal, an object disguised in a horny
man for when in society. This new level of degradation was something it
never dreamed of experiencing or imagined. That was complete madness. its
brain was totally fucked. And its traitor of a dick was hard as steel.

Oblivious to the worm's turmoil, the manager was detailing the features of
the bag to its MASTER.

"You can see the rubber covering the zips, the rubber around its neck is
extra thick to cover the base of the mask, like this it looks like the cunt
is sealed in the rubber. it arms are kept at the sides, hands flat, feet
forced out in a flat position too. You have rubber overs over the lenses
when you want to keep it in the dark, when they're off it can only see
forms and shades. In the mouth hole there is a plug at the bottom you can
pull out to feed it. For its shit, there is a rubber plug connected to a
hose to fit perfectly in the tube in its hole once you removed the sealing
plug.  You can connect it to a water pipe to fill it with water, or use a
funnel at the end of it for piss or whatever, remove the plug to empty
it. Close it again when done. You can feed it with castor oil the fist
time. it will crawl around all on its own.  For its piss, there is a tube
along the inside of the bag all the way down with a rubber covered metal
screw in the base of the bag. For long term use, put a catheter in its
dick, connect it to the tube. You only need to unscrew the hole at the base
to empty it. Close it again when done. Like this there is little
maintenance. The outside rubber is hardware coated and you can bring it
once a year or so to us to give it a new coat."

it never felt so cut off from the outside world. The pressure of the rubber
took another dimension. it felt it everywhere from its head down. When it
had been locked in a rubber sleepsack before, it was possible for it to
move its shoulders or push its arms out to relax them for a bit. But this
time it had lost of possibilities, its arms glued to its body, the straps
making sure that the first layer of rubber had turned solid, there was no
space for it to spread its legs at all, even its fingers and toes were
sealed in position unable to spread or wiggle them. All of its body was now
one solid mass.  They had turned it into a rubber worm. it could only
wiggle side to side or crawl. it was totally blind, deaf and mute. All its
senses had been removed. The only thing it had left was touch at it laid on
the floor. Even that was muted by the thickness of the rubber and
padding. The floor still felt hard underneath it but it was somehow
cushioned, sort of floating on. The air it breathed was warm pulled though
the rubber plugs in its snout. Suddenly it could breathe through its mouth,
it pulled cool air as much as it could, it pushed its tongue in the open
tube and it was sure it felt some fingers but that lasted only a couple of
seconds as the gag was sealed again. it felt fingers in its arse plug too,
but once again too quick to know it that was real. Then it could see. the
lenses covers were removed, it could guess its MASTER and the manager still
standing in from of it. it concentrated hard on them. its MASTER ordered it
by signs to crawl towards them. it arched its body and jumped a bit to move
closer to him. its pathetic attempt had barely moved it, and it repeated
its move again and again and agin, getting closer. Once they they were sure
it was crawling forward, they turned around and walked away, back to the
front of the store. it knew, it was to join them. it seemed fucking miles
to it. The extra thickness of the rubber made it nearly impossible for it
make big jumps and soon they were not even jumps; it was literally
crawling, bending its body as high as it could to slide forward. it had to
navigate though the racks, concentrating so much on its heavy breathing and
moves that it got lost. it thought that going straight would take it to the
desk, but it remembered that a couple of racks were at an angle, and it
took a wrong turn and was going back towards the displayed dungeon
furniture. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

it turned around and this time had to look hard where it was going and by
the time it reached them, it was dripping in sweat, breathing hard. it had
no idea how it took it and it remembered stupidly a wildlife program
explaining that animals did not have the same perception of time than
humans. it knew that was true.

As it was left panting at their feet, it was ignored. A boot was resting on
the back of its neck, forcing it face hard in the floor. Then total bliss,
it felt the bags being unzipped, the straps unlocked and cool air crawling
up its skin. it was pulled out of the bag. its mouth and fuck hole feeling
stretched and empty. The large plug was pushed back up its hole, the
wadders and track suit thrown at it to get dress again.

The manager laughed at it again, telling it that it would make a good
display worm and promising to see it very soon as he handed it a very large
carrier bag with its worm skin inside.

Another humiliating journey later it was standing behind its MASTER in
front of a very busy pub and it braced itself as it followed its MASTER
inside. HE looked around and spotted some of his friends. it was ignored as
they greeted each others. Of course they checked it up and down, giving it
less attention than to dog shit on the soles of their boots. Most in the
crowd were skinhead/leather MEN. "Put ter bag away cunt, get me a bitter
and ask if can fill any piss tank spot available." its MASTER's friends had
a good laugh hearing that. it was not sure what HE meant, but that did not
sound good for it. The evil smirk on the barman's face as he told it yes
and to wait for him sent shivers down its spine. Straight to its hard
dick. The barman came around the bar and followed it to its MASTER. You
want your pig set up Sir? its MASTER nodded and looked at it with cold eyes
promising a whole world of pain id it did not behave.

it followed the barman to a door next to the toilets, down some stairs to
the cellar under the pub, around a wall into an enclosed space it knew had
to be under the toilets. it was ready to get connected to the piss through
above it used so many times, but it stopped in its track as it saw another
piss tank. A young scally in its black with yellow stripes `chile62' was
connected to one of the two tubes connected to the piss through. He was
hanging by his wrists chained to the ceiling pulling him on his toes, his
legs spread and locked to rings in the floor. A thick see through rubber
bag was pulled over its head, the wide tube connected to the top of the
bag, a wide posture collar keeping his head up and the bag sealed at the
base. He could breathe pulling hard on the bag as it sticked to his wet
face. it could see some piss starting to fill the bag rising inside the
it. When it reached his mouth, scally started to swallow the piss as
quickly as possible. Must have been another piss freak. The barman pulled
it next to the scally and pulled the thick clear rubber bag connected to
the other tube over its head. The rubber stank of stale piss and for once
the rubber was not tight over its head. A tight posture collar was locked
around its neck, heavy rubber restraints on its wrists locked on a chain,
its arms up until it was on its toes. The barman put a wide spreading bar
between its ankles and locked to the floor. He opened a valve of sort on
its tube. Have fun piggies. Then left.

The piss started to fill its bad immediately and when it reached its mouth
it started to swallow the bitter piss. Very quickly it had to swallow
bigger gulps as the piss covered its mouth and kept going up to its
snout. If it waited too long its snout would be covered by the piss and it
would not be able to breathe. it understood why the scally swallowed the
piss so quickly from the beginning. it barely managed to keep the piss just
under its snout holes as it kept filling the bag. For a while at least. it
swallowed huge mouthful of piss again and again, loosing its fight for a
bit now and then. Then the flow stopped. it caught its breath, its face
dripping of piss inside the rubber. Through the bag it could see the scally
lapping at all the piss in the bottom of the bag. it knew that any piss
left would just make it reach its snout quicker, so it lapped at it like a
fucking dog. The piss kept coming. Filling the bag slowly when only one or
two MEN pissed in the through above them, or at full speed when five were
pissing side by side at the same time. At one point it realised that it was
the only one receiving piss in its bag, the scally looking at it. it
remembered that the through had a drain hole at both ends, probably each
connected to a tube and bag. If one of the drain holes was plugged, all the
piss would get down one tube. its tube. it swallowed as quick s possible,
keeping its mouth wide open to make sure the piss filled it as much as
possible before it swallowed. it was fucking grateful when the piss totally
stooped. All of it going to the scally struggling next to it. Then both
were used as piss tank at the same time.

it was concentrating so much on the piss coming down the tube that it did
not notice it pissed itself. its piss soaking its trousers, inside its
wadders. At one point someone came to check on them and pointed at
something in the ceiling. A CAMERA. They were keeping an eye on the piss
tanks. They were filming them.

The scally was disconnected from the piss bag and dragged away, immediately
replaced by another pig. All it could see was a skinhead joining it as it
swallowed like a wild animal the piss coming down its tube. it felt relief
only when the valve was open on the other piss tank. Both left working
swallowing MEN's piss. Again and again. After a very long time someone came
down and it was expecting to be the one released. How fucking wrong! The
other pig was disconnected and another took his place. The piss fumes
fucked its mind and it was constantly moaning as the piss gagged it
effectively each time the other piss tank was changed.  its arms and legs
were sore as fuck as it struggled to rest on the floor and at one point it
was lowered down just enough to put its feet flat on the floor. Not to make
it comfortable. Just to make sure it worked as a piss tank for a very long
time. At least 8 others joined. it had given up on being released before
any of the others. The piss kept coming, filling it so much that it lost
count how many times it pissed itself, its piss soaked trousers feeling
heavy. its feet stewing in piss.

Then it was alone. No more piss.

The barman came down, pulled the bag off its head. "Closing time piss pig."

it followed him up to the empty pub. its MASTER was finishing his beer at
the bar before walking out. it quickly grabbed the bag with its worm skin
inside and followed HIM out in the night.

Filled with MEN's piss. Stinking of MEN's piss.

A piss tank for real MEN.

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