After we had finished cleaning the wet room we walked out, there was a pair of flip flops outside the building I slipped them between my rubber clad toes and we set off to find our breakfast. As we stepped into the kitchen we were greeted with a cheery "hullo bois" "hello Sir" we replied On the table there was toast, jam, bacon, sausage, eggs, mushrooms, and a large pot of coffee "eat up bois you are going to be needing your strength today. We ate and chatted, it was one of the most surreal experiences in my life thus far, 3 men sat in a farm kitchen one shirtless in waders another in rubber jeans and me in rubber from the neck down.
During the course of breakfast I found out about roger, his experiences, specialities and his skills, he had been a kink enthusiast since he could remember, he was bought up in a gay family, and he recounted his first kink encounter.
He had just turned 15, he was supposed to be at his friends that evening but his friend fell ill and he had to come home early. He had tried to call home but no one was answering, he caught the bus home and when he walked into the house he heard odd noises coming from upstairs, he crept up the stairs and round the corner he saw his father holding a black box with wires coming from it and on the bed he saw his step-dad in a leather sleep sack, gagged, the wires were going into his crotch his step dad was writhing, moaning then screaming and then moaning again. So roger crept back out and walked round the block and came back in, making a lot of noise. He heard sounds of rapid movement coming from upstairs and his dad coming down, "why are you back" he asked, "my mates ill so I came home" he replied.
There were a few more such incidences and before long his parents found out he knew and that he didn't have a problem with it so by the age of 16 his step dad was walking round the house in leather shorts and a collar.
"Right me and roger are going to go and get your next ordeal ready boi, can you do the washing up please" said Sir,
"Certainly Sir" I replied
They went out and I set to work with the washing up, I pulled on a Pair of thick rubber cloves as I didn't want to cut the suit. It was done and I stood there wondering what to do next, thankfully I was soon taken over by roger who came over wearing a executioners hood, "come on boi its time to really put you through your paces"
We walked across the yard, I put my flip-flops outside the door and went through. Inside Sir stood by a fucking bench he waved me over " lay on this boi" I did as I was told and before long I was secured down by various straps, as Sir was restraining me filth pig was strapping a head harness to me, when I was finally restrained Sir told me to wriggle and as I did I realised I could do nothing I was completely immobile apart from my neck. Then my head was strapped back raising my mouth, I then had a O-ring gag put in forcing my mouth open.
"Right time to get you in bondage," Sir said to filth pig. He then fitted a harness to filth pig it consisted of a broad leather belt and two straps that went over his shoulders and another pair that went under his crotch, leaving his bare arse exposed. After he tightened all the straps up and gave them a tug to make sure they were secure he fitted a obscenely large cock sheath to filth pigs cock that hooked under his balls.
"Right filth pig on your knees and rim our guest" Sir said, I felt him kneel down behind me and, unzip me and start gently licking my hole, circling his tongue round my plugged hole, then he got his teeth around it and gently eased it out, I felt his tongue probing my slack hole, I started moaning in pleasure. I looked up and saw Sir approaching me his cock erect and before I knew it I was choking on it.
I could feel filth pigs nose ring rubbing my arse, his tongue was ploughing into my arse. "You ready?" At first I thought he was talking to me, I glanced up and saw he was talking to filth pig "yes Sir," with that he pulled out and walked round to my back and fiddling with some straps he strapped wrist cuffs on filth pig and then clipped them to either side of my waist. "Ease yourself in boi, take it easy and use plenty of lube, its going to be a tight fit" I then felt him pour a large glob of lube on my hole and he slowly pushed, Sir was right it was going to be a tight fit, but before long he was in and I felt his thighs against mine, then I heard a few straps being done up and Sir had attached two elasticated straps from the bench to filth pigs harness.
"Right pig, I want you to fuck this worthless hole into the middle of next week and I am going to be right behind you and if I don't think you're putting enough energy in I will use this" I looked up and he was holding a paddle, so filth pig pulled out and because of the elastic he ploughed straight back in with very little energy, as Sir had put it I was relay going to get put through my paces.
"SMACK!!!" I felt the jolt form the paddle through filth pig and deep into my bowels, he then suddenly picked up pace I was screaming into the gag, drool was running freely from my chin as he was pushing hard back against the elastic and just letting it slam back in me, it was intense, painful, at the beginning and towards the end I was completely lost when I heard Sir shout "cum" I felt, even through the rubber, filth pig spasm as he came, it was amazing how Sir had trained him to cum on command.
Filth pig collapsed on me I felt the coolness of the sweat on my rubber and knew he must be sweating loads. Sir undid all the straps, filth-pig had his arms round me, slowly he came to and slowly slid out leaving my hole slack empty and twitching, he zipped me up and helped me to my feet. Come on bois lets go grab a cool beer and sit in the garden.
A few minutes later we were sat in Sirs garden it was surrounded by tall trees, one great oak had a load of ropes hanging down as if for children's swings but I knew smiling to myself they were used as restraints, there was the gentle sound of a water feature nearby and across the lawn a path led through a load of trees. We were sat in rustic wooden chairs around a garden table with a cool beer in hand,
"sir, I need a piss," I said
"OK" he got up and pulled out from one of his pockets a tube and attached it to the end og my cock tube and the other end he poked down my neck
"there you go boi" I started pissing, before long warm piss was running down my back inside the sit and pooling around my arse.
After we finished the beer we went back to the wet room filth pig went over to one of the shelves and I was watching Sir wondering if there was anything I could do to help when from behind I felt filth pigs arm wrap around me and across my mouth and nose was a cloth, everything went blank and I was lowered to the ground.