`'This weekend is the shop and pub rubber weekend. They need some rubber pigs to work the event. They need mannequins for tomorrow during the day then bottle pigs at the pub. I volunteered you for all. You will earn that suit.''
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!
This felt like a never ending rollercoaster ride. A depraved one.
Every time I thought he could not surprise me anymore he came up with a twisted idea sending my already fucked mind in a spiral of dread, anticipation, sick pleasure, fear...
I was instantly brought back to my situation when I heard the biker unlocking the door of the cage as the skinhead released the chains from the top of the cage.
In no time they had us released and on all four next to the cage.
Two sweaty rubber pigs.
The skinhead kicked the barman telling him not to be shy and to say hello.
In no time the barman jumped me and wrestled me on my back before kissing me like no end. He snogged me hard and deep, pushing its tongue in my mouth.
I reacted in a nano second, fighting his tongue with mine, swapping our taste.
Two hungry pigs.
The barman cleared his throat and spat in my mouth feeding me his gob, rubbing it all over the inside of my mouth with his tongue.
Laughing, the skinhead eventually dragged the barman to the back of the shop. And I tracked them as they got out of sight.
The biker threw a piece of clothes at me.
`' Stop drooling pig. Get dressed.''
I took the clothe and realized it was a grey overall of some sort. Half flight one piece, half prison uniform. I put it on over the rubber and waited on all four.
The biker removed the hood, leaving the collar around my neck and the restraints on my wrists and ankles.
The skinhead came back with the barman dressed in a track suit, a duffel bag on his back following him on all four. Still collared.
The skinhead put a leash on each pig and pulled both on their feet as the skinhead locked our wrists in our back.
The biker talked a bit with the skinhead before saying good night after arranging to have the pigs here by lunch time.
My mind was going wild as he dragged both pigs by the leashes behind him, down the stairs, out on the street in the dead of the night.
I had no idea what was going on, and din't dare ask.
I kept thinking that not so long ago I would have been the one holding the leashes. What the fuck was I doing. For years I had my ways with subs and I was very good at it.
I was brilliant at reading them. Knowing when to push to humiliate or hurt them or to slow down just make them crave for more abuse. I was made to be a TOP.
But maybe I was so good at it was because I knew what I really wanted, what I craved for. Too stubborn to accept that I was a masochist pig and accept my place.
Or maybe curious to experience the sub side.
I was fucking kidding myself a real dominant male is a dominant male. Not a submissive pig.
I had to accept my place. I have to be honest with myself.
The biker saw through me so easily. And he was the Dom to pull the pig out of me.
And my pathetic dicklet was trying to get hard in its cage.
A sharp pull on the leash made me stumble. The biker felt me thinking too much and he brought me back to reality. My new reality.
The streets were completely empty at this time but it didn't do anything to calm my feeling of humiliation being dragged by the leash on the public street.
After a short time the biker stopped outside a door next to the pub. I thought he was going to drop the barman off before going home.
I found out I was wrong again when he faced the barman.
`' Anyone waiting for you home?''
`'No Sir.''
Without any other word, the biker got a key out and open the door, stepping inside the hallway dragging the pigs behind him and up some stairs to the second floor where there was only one door on a small landing.
He pulled a second key out, opened the door and pulled both pigs in a very large room.
My eyes went immediately to the two cages used as bedside tables and the array of restraints and toys hanging on the wall opposite the rubber covered bed.
A BDSM studio.
The biker's smile was huge as he closed the door.
`'Don't worry pig were are to sleep. And staying the hole weekend.''
He unlocked our wrists and told us to strip down to the rubber and to remove the restraints from our wrists and ankles as he got a pile of rubber from a black metal cabinet.
He spread two rubber sleep sacks one each side of the bed.
He put the barman in the first one. And I did my best not to drool as I watched the barman sliding his legs first,
then his body and finally his arms in the inside sleeve before the biker pulled the very thick rubber over his shoulders and pulled the zipper shut all the way to his neck.
The biker slapped my face lightly to pull me out of my pervy daze, laughing.
`'Your turn cut.''
And in few minutes I was sealed in the second thick rubber bag.
The biker grabbed some chains and padlocks from the wall and came back next to me.
The rubber bags had thick ring solid fixed on the shoulders and on both sides down to the ankles.
He moved the sealed pigs a bit closer, leaving just enough space for him to lay down between the two rubber objects.
He locked a chain on one of the shoulder rings, passed it through the bars on the bed frame and liked it on the other shoulder ring making sure there was no slack in it.
Then He chained my ankles to the bottom of the bed.
I was strapped tightly in place.
And the pervert I was could not stop watching as he did the same to the barman.
It took all my will not to moan when he grabbed a thick rubber hood and pulled it over the barman's head and under the collar.
The hood only had holes for the mouth and nose
I could only stare at the biker when he walked back towards me with a thick rubber hood. He just smirked evilly as he slid the rubber slowly over my face,
taking away my sight, encasing my head in a very tight hood.
I remembered him saying in our chats that he loved the feeling of him being naked with a rubber gimp close to him.
And he had two rubber gimps......
Sealed in the rubber I could barely hear some noises. The biker was taking his clothes off. And second laters he was straddling my rubber form.
I moaned when he started to kiss me. I tried to swallow his tongue but he moved to kiss my rubber encased head all over,
pressing deep kisses on my eyes to reming me that I was blind, my ears to remind me that I was deaf, to remind me that I completely depended on him.
I could feel his body heat through the rubber.
Then he snogged me deep and hard, fucking my mouth with his tongue.
Then he quickly moved forward, sitting on my chest just below my head to feed me his cock.
He pushed his hard cock in my mouth and face fucked me deep and hard. He was making use of a hole for his pleasure.
I was moaning like a pig, heaving each time he pushed his dick deep in my throat making me gag again and again just for his fun.
He quickly jumped of me and from the grunt coming from the barman, I knew he was straddling him in turn and fed him his cock as the pig moaned, grunted.
The bastard didn't gag even once. Fucking pig. The biker just laugh because of course he noticed.
`'That's a good pig. Take it all down.''
BASTARDS.
I was jealous when I realized the biker was kissing the barman before coming back on me again to kiss me hard and feed me his cock.
I could taste the barman on it and that made me want more of it, and I didn't give a shit if I was gagging. The barman spent a lot of time going from one pig to the other.
Kissing and face fucking both.
After a hard face fucking he sat on my chest and started to rub something over my lips and started to push it deep in my mouth.
A FUCKING PENIS GAG.
He played a bit with the penis gag. He rubbed it slowly all over my lips, pushing slightly in and out of my mouth before completely plugging it with the rubber cock, locking it very tightly around my mouth.
I moaned when he lifted my head and strapped the rubber cock deep in my mouth.
I was sure he did the same to the barman as he moved off me.
And without a word he settled between the rubber pigs.
Of course sleep didn't come quickly as I laid seal in rubber, hooded and gagged.
The biker was definitely sleeping as I could feel his chest moving evenly against me, his arm across my chest, his head close to my neck.
He really had a thing for rubber dummies.
I loved the feeling of possession. I was a rubber object for him.
FUCKING HELL.
And I missed him when he moved away, closer to the barman. Holding him like he did to me. Two rubber pillows for him to enjoy.
The journey was not going to be easy and the biker will make it harder every step of the way to turning me into a complete pig.
There was a lot more to come. I was not even a good cock sucker but I knew I was going to learn the hard way.
The biker got a huge kick out of it and was not going to make it easy on him.
Of course, all he had to do was to store and ignore me for a long time, suffering in my own private hell to bring me to heel.
He was a SADIST.
I fell asleep with my perverted thoughts, only to be awake later when the biker removed the gag, push his soft cock in my mouth to piss.
He relieved himself for a bit in silence before gagging me a gain. I felt him moving on the barman to probably finish to empty himself.
I could imagine the biker half asleep, moving from one pig to the other before going back to sleep between the rubber objects.
Of course I started to think about his plans for the following day.
Mannequins and bottle boy.
My mind started to get crazy with all the possibilities.
I WAS FUCKED.
AGAIN.
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