This story is intended for adults only and contains material that is sexually oriented and may offend some people. If you are not of legal age to read adult material please stop reading now. This story is complete fiction.
[Author's note: A real pain pig has written the parts of this story that are identified as 'Greg's Thoughts'. I owe my inspiration to his lust for pain and sexual torment.] TheRigGuy@aol.com
I guess it would help if I told you my name, since parts of this story are written by a guy who is acting as a co-author because he's the real pain pig I'm writing about. I'm Jason, and he's Greg. Although the story is fiction, Greg and I are buddies (no, not Master and slave) and he's the one whose addiction to pain has inspired me to write this.
I had stoically ignored Greg's sobs, screams and begging while I applied tight clothes pins to his firm pecs surrounding both of his nipples, finishing with those specially made, extra tight metal pins clamped on the very tip of each one. It was as though the screams were coming from the nipples themselves when I applied those last clips. I knew I was torturing two of the most sensitive points of his body yet I managed to remain poker faced, refusing to let him see how much pleasure I was deriving from his screaming pain. The long shirt tails and tight jock under my jeans hid my arousal. He struggled wildly against the leather straps that had him tightly restrained on the examination table. His cock, which had been fully erect and drooling precum onto his stomach in anticipation while he was being strapped to the table was now flaccid, fully receded within his abundant foreskin, as though hiding for protection against the vicious assault on his body and freedom. He was nearly hoarse by the time the screaming abated. The sobbing turned to whimpers and finally there were only silent tears running down his face. Then, as though a light bulb had been turned on, the expression on his face let me know that he was beginning to process what was happening to him. His tears stopped and gradually his foreskin began to unfold like a flower coming into bloom, then his leaking piss slit pushed its way out as though to cautiously survey the situation. It started oozing, then it was as though a signal was sent down into the dark, safe recess of his foreskin to his gradually swelling cockhead to come out and enjoy the pleasurable sensations that this pain was bringing. Soon his fully engorged head had emerged, marvelously slippery and shiny, stretching his foreskin until it covered only the bulging ridge of his cock. As this beautiful transformation took place I purposefully stood silently and expressionless, permitting his own sensations to lead him toward the realization that much more was to come.
Greg's Thoughts...
As I lay on this table, I can't believe this is happening to me. My wildest fantasies are coming true. My secret wants/needs just might be met here on this table. My nips are burning with the pain of the pins. Pinching, and slightly tugging. I can't believe that I wasn't gagged. I can scream all I need to. Why am I not begging to be released? This is insane. Strapped down to the table, my legs in the air, my crotch open for whatever torment he desires to inflict on me. Balls right there out in the open. I can't close my legs to protect them. My ass hole right there for him too. Why am I allowing myself to be tortured this way? Oh God, my cock is betraying me. It is rock hard, drooling a small puddle on my stomach. And he is just standing there. Not doing anything! That is torture enough. Wondering what he is going to do next. Pins on my hard cock? Shove something up my ass? I try to squirm a bit, but he has me strapped down tight. I want to try to shake the pins off my nips. Don't know which is worse. The pain of them on my nips, or the pain that will come when he takes them off.
All I can do is wait... and wonder.
Jason continues: Ah yes, he was ready now. I reached into my bag and brought out the piss gag. His eyes widened at the sight of the black mouth-cover designed to hold his mouth open, but he remained silent. I fitted the gag into his mouth between his teeth and fastened the Velcro straps securely behind his head assuring that his mouth would be kept open for what I had planned. Next I removed a 5 foot length of clear plastic IV tubing and a large tube of lube. I examined the tube to find the end I had sandpapered to a smooth taper and used an IV clamp to close the other end. Then I applied the lube liberally on the tapered tip and up the first two feet of tubing. I could see fear creeping into Greg's eyes as he surmised what was about to happen. He started making noises with his semi-gagged mouth that obviously were begging me to stop what he knew I was going to do next. I added a generous glob of lube to the tip and, holding the tube in one hand I spread his piss slit open wide with the thumb and forefinger of my other had and slowly forced the tube into his slit. I guided the tube slowly deeper and deeper inside his shaft and beyond. He was crying now and the sobbing through his forced-open mouth sounded like a wounded animal. I continued forcing the tube in deeper, squeezing more lube on it as it went through his cock to his bladder. It wasn't long before the tube turned yellow, filled with his piss. The beers he drank coupled with his fear worked just as I had expected. Because the opposite end of the tubing was clamped shut, the tube filled completely before his bladder was empty. I wrapped a generous amount of adhesive tape around the tube at the point of entry and around his cockhead to hold it in place. I heard his attempts to object when I started to tape the head of his cock. I was careful to keep the tape away from his foreskin as I had other plans for that later.. The yellow piss-filled tube was beautiful to see and wonderfully warm to touch. I held it up for him to look at. By now his grotesque attempts to scream had stopped and there was only fear and resignation. I let him look at the piss-filled hose for a good 30 seconds before I made my next move. Then I took the other end of the hose up to his face. The clamp was about 12 inches from the end leaving an ample length empty of piss for me to work with. I laid about a couple of inches of the open end of the tube on his tongue, careful not to cause him to gag. Then I used adhesive tape to hold it in place. Next I taped the tube securely to the gag and the side of his face all the way down to his jaw, then just under his chin keeping clear of his wind pipe, and up the other side to the gag. His mouth was still gaping wide from the open-mouth gag. I went back into my bag and got a roll of wider adhesive tape and started taping the gag almost completely closed leaving a hole on the side opposite the tubing just large enough to allow air to escape and for him to breathe. I took my time doing this. It gives me pleasure to do a neat, artful job of taping and even more because it caused him to suffer in what was by then silent apprehension. When the taping was done I stood back to admire my work and enjoy his fear. Then, as my hand moved toward the tube clamp, the silence was broken by his muffled, pathetic plea which turned to a gurgling the minute I loosened the torrent of piss into his mouth. He was forced to swallow his own piss. I watched with glee as his Adam's apple showed that he was drinking from his own bladder. And the flow seemed to be never-ending!