I FUCKING NEEDED TO PISS.
Sealed in the thick layers of rubber I could easily piss myself and just stew in it.
But the remnant of my top side (huge laugh in my head) struggled with letting my piss flow.
It would be another wall crushing down towards my transformation into a pig.
YEP, I was definitely a top: locked in chastity, enclosed in a rubber one piece and sealed in a rubber bag, hooded, gagged
and chained to a bed as one of two rubber dummies for a deviant biker...
Pigs pissed themselves.
Doms pissed in/on pigs.
And as much as I struggled, time was the clear winner as with a little whine I let my piss go.
I was pissing myself.
I could feel the piss flowing over my skin, trapped by to layers of rubber.
And of course it was a huge load of piss not a little trickle.
Encased in the tight rubber, in complete darkness I could hear myself breathe.
It was the loudest sound, the only sound I could hear.
I had lost track of time a long time ago.
It could be minutes after the biker used me as his urinal, hours later or daylight.
I felt the biker moving and hoped it was morning.
Nope. He straddled me, removed the plug, pissed in my hole, put the gag back, moved off me to the barman,
probably fed him his piss too and went back to sleep.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
I dozed for a while, slept on and off until eventually the biker woke up and got out of bed.
I strained to hear anything, trying to guess what he was doing to avail.
He definitely got up, leaving both rubber pigs sealed on the bed.
After what felt like hours, he straddled me again, rubbing his hands all over my hooded head,
slowly moving them to the back to release the gag.
He pulled it in and out for a while, face fucking me with the rubber cock before pulling it out completely.
He removed the collar and pulled the soaked hood off.
IT FELT FANTASTIC!!!!!
I probably looked a mess but I didn't give a fuck.
I stared at the biker dressed in his combat trousers, a white Fred Perry T-shirt and DM's.
The biker was getting closer to my face, I opened my mouth expecting him to kiss me.
The bastard just spat a huge gob in my open mouth.
`'Don't swallow pig. Keep your hole open.''
He got off me, unlocked the chains restraining me to the bed before moving on the barman.
The bastard snogged the rubber pig hard and deep once he removed the gag.
He removed his hood and the chains too.
`'Need to piss pig?''
`'YES SIR.''
The biker unzipped the rubber bag and pulled the barman out.
From the smell, I knew he pissed himself too and probably didn't have any issues with doing so.
PIG.
The biker dragged the barman next to me, made him kneel over me, pulled him until his locked dick hung above my open mouth.
For the first time I got a close look to his chastity cage.
I could only stare at the cage hanging between his chaps.
Not a fucking toy.
It was made of steel with a thick locking ring, the ring around his groin looked tight.
It was a solid metal prison.
And I knew the makers.
It was a Steelwerks cock cage.
`'You like that pig?''
I didn't know how to answer the biker. But my desperate moan made him laugh.
`'We'll see what we can do about that.''
Before I could comprehend his words, he pushed the barman until his cock cage filled my mouth.
`'Seal your hole pig.''
I obeyed and quickly enclose the metal cage with my mouth, anticipating the flood of piss.
Nothing.
I waited, waited, waited.
The barman didn't piss. He waited to be allowed to.
The bastard was much better trained than me.
Probably just a natural.
Like me.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Sealed in the rubber bag, my mouth closed tight around the barman's locked dick I could only look up at the barman.
His face was soaked in sweat, his eyes dazed with lust. He was sexy as fuck.
A dirty rubber pig.
Like me.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
I started to rub my tongue over his balls, trying to get a reaction from him,
but the pig had a poker face on.
Not showing any reaction.
But I felt his cock straining against the cage.
I was going to make him scream his head off before....
`'Piss.''
The command barely left the biker's lips that the barman let a huge load of piss flood my mouth in seconds.
I quickly swallowed to avoid any piss escaping my mouth.
I inhaled quickly through my nose when there was a tiny pause.
But the piss stream kept filing my mouth.
I kept swallowing.
Flushing.
When the piss stream finally drained, I quickly opened my mouth to breathe deep and long.
I was panting like a pig.
The biker shook the locked dick over my hole to make sure I got every drip of piss.
He pulled the biker off me.
He grabbed two large ball gags from the wall.
First he pushed a huge red ball gag in the barman's mouth, forcing him to stretch his mouth as wide as possible
to accommodate the huge rubber ball before locking it tight in place with a padlock at the back.
I smirked at the biker's discomfort.
But within minutes i was gagged with a huge black rubber ball, padlocked in place,
the tight straps digging in my cheeks, forcing my mouth wide open.
`'Don't want you two distracted. I'm off to have breakfast. By the time I'm back I want both bags washed clean. You take your rubber off, clean it,
have a shower, back in the rubber, both on your knees waiting.
You fail, you will be punished.
You obey, you will be punished.''
That said, he walked out, locking the door behind him.
The door was barely closed that the barman grabbed me still in the bag, by the shoulders, pulled me off the bed,
half dumping me on the floor and dragged me to the bathroom.
He seemed to know the place well.
The whole bathroom was a shower.
The barman grabbed the shower head and pushed it inside my rubber bag and filled it with the water turned on maximum.
As the bag filled with water he went to get his own rubber bag.
When my bag was well filled with water he opened the zip completely to empty the pissy water.
While I struggled to get out of the bag on my own, he thoroughly cleaned his bag, then mine before hanging both on a rack.
He definitely knew the place well.
Unable to speak we stripped naked to clean the rubber suits in and out.
I realized he wasn't in a t-shirt and chaps, but a customed one piece.
I looked around for some soap but there was none.
The barman snickered in his gag.
He used the strong water to clean me all over before I returned the favor.
Being gagged, we were both panting like pigs as we moved as quickly as possible to make sure we were ready before the biker's return.
I didn't know how we were going to put the wet rubber suits back on when the barman showed me a large bottle of J-lube.
I grabbed it to lube the rubber when the barman stopped me.
He shut the water off, squatted down and pulled another shower head connected to the bottom of a shower.
The tube was connected to a nuzzle, and it didn't take a genius to know that was for enemas.
The barman didn't hesitate and filled his arse first before handing me the tube.
Slower than him I shoved it up my hole and filled my arse with warm water.
The nasty stank brought me out of my thoughts as the unashamed barman emptied himself before filling his arse again.
I filled myself, the barman emptied himself next to me.
I took a deep breath and let go, emptying myself in the shower.
The barman handed me the nuzzle again and by the fifth time, the water coming out of our arses was clear.
The barman didn't waste anytime. He threw me a small towel to dry myself and he dried himself, then the suit.
He poured a lot of j-lube in his rubber suit before coating himself with more.
He handed me the bottle and I did the same.
Sliding in the clean rubber felt like home. I could get used to it or not.
In minutes we were both back in our rubber skins.
We quickly cleaned the shower and rushed in the studio.
We kneeled side by side, hands behind our back, head down and waited.
Waited, waited, waited.
I could feel the barman against my side as we waited.
After a very long time the biker walked back in. He went straight to the barman, removed his gag, pulled his hard cock out and face fucked it deep, hard and fast.
When he was done he told him to get dressed and to fuck off to get ready for the shop
The barman jumped on his feet, put his track suit on, grabbed his bag, dropped by the biker's legs to kiss his feet and leave.
He gave me a quick glance with a smirk as he left.
The biker didn't waste anytime removing the nasty gag and pushing his still hard cock in my mouth.
He just kept pushing slowly. Filling me with his cock until his balls were against my face.
I was chocking on his cock, heaving, puking. He just laugh as he held my head impaled on his cock.
When he finally let go I just gasped for air, panting like a pathetic pig.
`'Yep, need training pig. But we will make a good cock sucker out of you.
Make the bed, clean the room.''
I quickly got on my feet, straightened the room, put the toys and chains back on the wall and made sure the room was tidy as he sat and read a paper.
When done I kneeled by his side and waited.
He moved me between his legs, pulled his soft cock out, fill my mouth with it.
As I started sucking it, he tapped my head to stop.
I was just to hold it in my mouth.
He patted my head a few times as he read making me feel like a pet.
A cock gagged pet.
At one point he just pissed and I flushed his piss like a human urinal.
Except that I was more of an animal than human.
When he was done reading, he got up pulling his cock out and slapped it a couple of times on my head and rubbed it all over my face to dry the saliva coating it.
Without a word, he threw the overall at me and knew I had to get dress.
A new realization crashed on me: I obeyed without command.
Like a trained animal.
And if my dicklet tried to get hard in its cage it was only a coincidence.
I expected him to collar me, lock my wrists in my back, put a leash on me and drag me out in the morning sun.
Of course he did none of that.
He got the keys and told me to follow him.
We didn't go far as he walked in the pub and took me to a side room where breakfast was served.
He sat at the table and snapped his fingers on his side.
Ì immediately dropped to my knees, hands behind my back.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
He just smirked at my reaction.
`'Good pig.''
A young skinhead with a staff t-shirt came to take his orders.
He ordered a coffee for himself as he had his breakfast earlier and a dog full English cereals mix.
What the fuck is a dog full English cereals?
It didn't take long when the young skin came back with his coffee and a dog bowl that he put in front of me asit was the most normal thing to do.
I had to quickly adjust to my new normality.
I could only stare at the food in the bowl: sausages cut in pieces, mushrooms, tomatoes, bacon pieces, toasts, eggs, crushed weetabix cereals, milk.
All mushed together in a vile paste.
`'Eat.''
I took a deep breath and lowered my head to the bowl and slowly grabbed the first mouthful.
It wasn't bad just weird to have all the food mixed together.
I swallowed and slowly started to eat.
The biker let me eat at my own pace, probably only because he wanted to have some time to enjoy his coffee.
I could see people passing by me on their way to they table. I saw from the corner of my eyes another pug on his knees next to a table, head in his bowl.
And that made me fucking happy that I wasn't the only one.
I must have been more hungry than I thought because I quickly cleared the bowl.
I licked it clean.
The biker orders four more weetabix dry.
When the young skin came back with its bowl, he just handed it to the biker.
He came to stand just in front of me, the bowl level to my eyes as he pulled his cock out and filled the bowl with his piss.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
I shivered at the sight of the piss soaking the cereals. I knew that I was going to swallow every bit of it.
I had a nearly normal breakfast and next I was fed like a pig.
The biker put the bowl in front of me and sat back with his coffee without a word.
I knew that we would not be moving until the bowl was cleaned.
So I forced myself to bend down, push my face in bowl to grab a mouthful of the paste.
And it was as disgusting as expected. And worst, inside of going down my throat, the paste stuck all the inside of my mouth like glue.
I had to scrap it with my tongue, tasting the foul taste again.
As I was going for another mouthful, another bowl of the vile paste was dropped next to mine.
I jerked up and was going to beg not to have another one, when someone just dropped on his knees next to me,
bent down and took of big bite of the filthy paste.
The barman raised up and smiled at me chewing again and again and again on the paste before swallowing it.
BASTARD.
Not to be left out I grabbed another bite and chewed on it smelling at the barman.
Chewing on it made the taste worst but easier to swallow. Somehow the pig helped me.
A stupid friendly contest went on.
And in no time we cleaned the bowls.
All the time the biker ignored us, but I knew he didn't miss anything.
`'Time to go pigs''
We quickly got on our feet and followed him out of the pub, on our way to the shop......
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