THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP!!!!!!!!!!
Loud music was playing and the pulse was beating through my body.
Except that it wasn't the music beat, but my heart beating.
Displayed hanging upside down, sealed in thick rubber was a complete new mind blowing experience.
Being strapped to the other rubber pig was one of the most depraved things that ever happened to me.
It was the most depraved.
I was turned into a rubber object and put on a show.
I was just an object in the showroom.
We were just two objects in the showroom.
Two of many.
No more important than a rubber hood or rubber dildo.
From our position, I couldn't see anything of what was happening bellow us.
I was aware that of a lot of people were filling the showroom and from the gasps I knew that we were definitely noticed.
There was no way that people could take us for rubber mannequin.
As we were constantly moving.
At the beginning, the barman and me seemed to be in a silent agreement.
If we didn't move and stay still nobody would notice us.
Sure.
Of course that didn't work.
From the word go we were constantly moving.
Being attached to one another made us work against each other.
Every time he moved a bit I sort of moved in the opposite making us swing and twirl.
The barman was in his own world.
I knew he was more experienced as a pig.
Not experienced.
He was a natural.
And so was I apparently.
Hanging upside down in a rubber shop you have not much to do but to think.
For years I fought my dual personality.
On the outside I was this very confident BDSM leather top with subs dropping at my feet to serve me.
And I was very happy to do that.
But inside me there was this need to be submissive.
A need not to just serve but to be used.
Dehumanized.
And that fucking scared me.
So for years I hid that side of me. I really enjoyed having my twisted ways with the subs.
I was probably so good at it because I knew what I really wanted to happen.
To me.
I lived my perverted needs by exacting them on others.
And it worked for a long time.
Until a week ago.
When the biker walked into my life and stumped on all my protective walls.
And look where I was after a week.
Rubber was my new normal and I was sure that was only the beginning.
A man like him did not put so much effort into something to just let it go after two weeks.
Or did I want that for more than two weeks?
He had me locked in plastic chastity cage within days and now I was locked in a steel cock cage that was more definitive.
He locked a chain around my neck.
A symbol of ownership for all to see. Or just a piece of kinky jewelry?
The strong smell of rubber and sweat was like poppers to me.
It was filling my nose.
My snout.
It was fogging my brain.
It was intoxicating in the nicest way.
I couldn't think properly.
I could think clearly.
FUCK.
I wanted more. I wanted this to be my life.
Until now I could easily switch from the confident sociable gay man into the sadistic BDSM Dom.
As easily I could switch to the real pig I knew I was.
But with the biker I wouldn't be switching personalities.
No.
I would be a pig. His pig.
24/7/365.
I would be allowed to pretend to be a confident sociable gay man when necessary.
I would be allowed to dress up in normal clothes just to cover my rubber skin to function in society.
But at the end of the day I would be an animal.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
I needed to be distracted from my thoughts.
So just shook in my bounds making the barman moan and react in return.
I could hear the laughs at our display from the men below.
At one point I felt us being lowered and from the heat around us we were obviously surround by men.
And when we started turning I knew that were were checked out.
We stayed a very long time. Turned one way, then the other.
Hands touching the rubber, checking the items locked on us.
I lost time quickly and after what felt like days we were lowered to the floor, the straps holding us released,
our ankles were released from the hook and then from the spreading bars
and left there few minutes for our blood to move around.
I just laid there on my back. A feeling of freedom invading me.
Still strapped in the harness.
After a bit I was pulled up on my feet and dragged to wards the back of the shop.
I knew by now not to expect anything else but more use.
First they removed the harness and every time a strap was undone I felt relief and loss at the same time.
Bet I would start swearing when bound in the next twisted way they had planned.
But for now I enjoy the relief.
I just dropped my head when the posture came off.
Then I felt hands at the back of my head.
They taking the hood off.
First the outside zip, slowly pulled up giving some flexibility to the thick rubber.
Then the inside layer zip was open and for the first time I felt some fresh hair on the back of my head.
The hands grabbed the hood at the top of my head and slowly pulled it off.
Slowly.
Not to make it easy for me but like a molt.
The tubes started to slide out of my nose and I had to open my mouth wide to let the guard/gag go.
A smirking biker was looking at me once I opened my eyes after blinking for a while.
`'Having fun pig?''
`'Yes SIR.''
The biker grabbed a clothe and dried my head, rubbing it roughly.
Not just any clothes.
A jockstrap.
A dirty jockstrap.
The biker just laughed as I inhaled deeply the stench.
He pressed the clothes harder against my face, covering my nose and mouth.
A face appeared in front of me, scarring the shit out of me.
The piss pig was grinning like a maniac.
`'Mine pigbro.''
I breather deeper.
`'PIG.''
Him. Not Me.
Delusional.
Next to me the barman was being released by the muscle skin.
They fed us a protein drink using a fucking feeding bottle.
We had to suck on the rubber tit hard to get to the liquid.
`'Need to piss pig?''
`'No Sir.''
`'When you need just let go pig.''
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
From the corner from my eyes I could see the barman blushing at the skin's words as he tapped the diaper under the rubber.
I wished I had a diaper now.
`'Arms in.''
I jumped at he bikers's words, realizing that he was holding a straight jacket in front of me.
He quickly sealed me in the thick rubber and now we were both identically restrained.
He pulled a very thick basic hood with pin prick eyes, nose and mouth holes,
sealing me again in thick rubber before locking heavy restraints on my ankles, and a very wide rubber collar around my neck.
He attached a chain to the collar and dragged me towards the front of the shop.
The skin had the barman hooded, collared and chained to follow us.
They took us to the front of the shop passing customers who had a good look at us.
They were taking us near the front desk and the piss pig had an evil smirk on his face as we passed him.
The little shit licked his lips in a stupid move.
A very depraved move.
There was nothing innocent about him.
They kept dragging us towards the entrance door.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
They were taking us outside in full daylight. In full rubber. In full view.
I froze on a spot. But a sharp pull had me moving again.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
The entrance was a double metal and glass door fully open to allow people in and out.
They pushed our back against the wall next to the door. One on each side.
The biker pulled a large padlock, put it through a ring at then back of my collar and locked it to an ring embed in the wall.
Nest he spread my legs and locked my ankles restraints to the wall too.
With a little slap to my face he walked back in the shop. The muscle skin following him.
Leaving us fully displayed to anyone passing by on the street.
FUCKING HELL.
Their sick minds had no limit.
That was fucking twisted. And horny as fuck.
Both of us being displayed like rubber object to attract customers.
I thought things could not get worst.
Until the piss pig came out smiling.
He held two large rubber ball gag in his hands.
He stepped in front of me, filling my nose with his strong smell.
I could not take my eyes off his nose rings.
That looked fucking depraved as fuck. And so horny.
I quickly shut down the thought of me having a nose ring.
Without a word he snogged me hard, pushing his tongue deep inside my mouth for a couple of minutes. He stepped slightly back.
And I chased him. Making him laugh.
He let me play with the larger ring resting on his lip with my tongue for a bit before pulling away completely.
He spoke against my mouth, breathing his hot breath over my open mouth.
`'Yep. You're a pig mate.''
He pulled completely out of my mouth and shoved a very large black ball in it,
forcing me to stretch my mouth wide open to accommodate the huge ball.
He strapped it tightly in place and locked it with a padlock at the back before moving to the barman.
Snogging and gagging him before going back inside the shop.
To come out again within minutes.
He was holding two large pieces of paper and showed them to me.
It was a complete listing of what was on/in me.
A fucking price list.
He taped one on the glass door next to me and the other next to the barman.
Yes, things could get worst.
I kept my eyes shut to black out anyone passing us by.
If I didn't see them they didn't see me.
How stupid was that?
But slowly feeling secured in my complete anonymity I opened them and watched as people took notice of us.
No need to say that we attracted a lot of looks.
Some disgusted but most very amused or interested.
The people coming in and out of the shop took their time to examine the both of us.
After all they were perverts too.
They took their time to check the list and the gear on us.
But it was the lambda people who got my mind really fucked.
Men and women of all ages going about their life.
From the group of young girls stopping to stare at us laughing, taking picture from afar,
To old ladies on the way to the market barely glancing at us like it was an every day occurrence.
To site workers having a good laugh at our expend, exchanging rude jokes with the laughing staff.....
To the more interested men watching us, passing a few times in front of the shop.
A young twink looked very torn between getting closer or running away.
But he slowly stepped closer to me.
He just looked at me, taking in the sight of the rubber and when he moved his head slightly closer breathing through his nose he took the smell in too.
He moved in front of the barman and looked at him too.
He seemed very taken by the nappy.
He was about to walk away when the rubber skin approached him and asked him if he liked what he saw.
He nodded yes.
The skin told him to have a closer look and feel free to touch the dummies.
He got closer to the barman again and had the courage to touch his rubber covered diaper.
The rubber skin joined the young guy, explained to him what was on the barman.
Next they stood in front of me and the rubber skin detailed all my gear.
He asked the young guy if he wanted to see more stuff in the shop.
They both walked in the showroom.
Somehow I knew there would be a third pig in display soon.
Or that was my suck mind just getting carried away.
People passing by kept staring at us.
Some more bolds than others stood next to either me or barman and had their pictures taken.
The shop's staff took their turn to be pictured next to us too.
The last was the piss pig.
First, he talked to the biker and when the other pig nodded his head upside down I was sure he had asked him if he had pissed himself,
or if he needed to piss.
The piss pig kept talking to him, rubbing his hand allover the sealed nappy.
I could see the barman breathing heavily. He was fighting something.
Then he just relaxed and I knew that he was pissing himself.
Soaking his diaper.
The piss pig was looking at me. Smirking.
FUCKING PERVERTS.
Then, he came back in front of me with a wicked smile on his face.
It would have been sexy as fuck if I wasn't plugged in sealed in sweaty rubber about to piss myself.
He stepped really close to me and asked me if I was wet like my pig mate and if I needed to piss.
When I nodded he rubbed and pressed hard just above my groin.
I pissed myself.
Sealed in rubber, on a street, a complete depraved looking pig holding my locked dick.
When he felt the warmth of the piss he grabbed my cage harder and rubbed his hand all over the rubber,
making sure the piss was going all over the inside of the rubber.
I was mortified.
I was horny as fuck.
The piss pig was on duty to keep us hydrated and he took his job very seriously by the amount of liquid he forced down our throat.
At one point he put a thick rubber blindfold over our eyes.
Sealing us in darkness.
Being blindfolded added another of level of intensity to the whole situation.
I forced myself to hear, to guess when someone was close to me.
At times I thought about the barman on the other side of the other doing through his own hell.
Or paradise.
And for a long time we just stood outside the shop like two rubber dummies.
Someone got really close to me, putting his face next to my ears.
`'Ok pig.''
The biker.
He wasn't really asking. It was more a reassurance for me.
`'MMMPPPFFGGHHHEEESSSS FFIIIRRRRR.''
He just fucking laugh.
`'Good pig.''
Someone got his attention and they started talking next to me.
I could not hear the conversation but when I felt hands me I knew it was about me.
Then I was left alone.
Again.
People kept passing by us, touching us, ignoring us.
After a very long time I felt my legs being freed from the wall,
then my collar and someone pulled me on a leash back inside the store.
From what I managed to hear, the barman was released from his station too.
I was dragged to the back of the store and made to stand with my legs spread.
I must have been a sight.
I expected to be released from the gear and probably put in something else.
Still not learning.
I was ignored.
I could feel people walking by, stopping, moving around me, checking the gear.
Still serving my purpose: a rubber mannequin.
I wished I could switch off my thoughts. It would probably be easier to neb a mindless mannequin.
A drone.
But the huge kick for the men was to control a human.
To tun him into a `'it''.
A thing.
An object till capable of thinking but not able to act on any of the thoughts.
It was a power exchange.
Not even an exchange.
A power control.
The MAN had complete power over the pig, the animal, the object.
Yep. Being stored and displayed gave me too much time to think.
And I was stupid enough to torture myself analyzing things too much.
Still thinking I had some sort of control.
Ì didn't.
I agreed to the biker's offer and now I was being turned into something else.
Morphed into a pig.
Someone stepped very close to me.
The blindfold was removed first, I blinked my eyes a few times before I could see that the muscle skin who was sorting me out.
He removed the restraints on my ankles, the collar around my neck and the large ball gag stuffed for so long in my mouth.
I worked my jaws a bit to get some relief. And I swallowed quickly my spit.
Not that I ha dribbled all morning.
`'Head down pig.''
I immediately dropped my head;
`'Good pig.''
I started to hate that `good pig' thing.
I slightly smiled inside the rubber hood.
Even with my head bowed I could see from the corner of my eyes and by lifting my head slightly but still obeying my command.
I could see myself in a mirror.
I was back near the lake cubicle.
And opposite me I could see myself in a mirror.
Not a reflection.
The barman was standing in the same position as me opposite me.
We locked our eyes.
There was no arrogant glint in his eyes.
The time sealed in rubber took its toll on him too.
His pig side was dominant now and he reacted like one.
I could really learn from him.
And I was slowly getting there.
I couldn't help it if I moaned when skin walked behind me,
starting to undo the straps on the straight jacket and finally pulling it completely off me.
A small heaven.
The biker did the same two the barman and for a short while we were free of restraints.
Except that we had a thick metal chain around our neck.
And a metal chastity cage on our dicklet.
And a plug up our arse.
Sealed in rubber.
Not free at all.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
My freedom was short lived when the skin came back in front of me with a pair of handcuffs.
Of course he could have chosen a simple pair of straight forwards handcuffs.
But no.
He held a pair of very heavy looking handcuffs. They were huge.
I knew they were heavy because in another life not so long ago I used the same handcuffs on a metal bondage freak.
They weighed close to two kilos.
He made sure I had a god look at them, before stepping behind me.
First he grabbed my right wrists and locked one cuff on it.
When he let go I immediately felt the weight of it.
Then he cuffed my left wrist and dropped the short chain between the cuffs.
I immediately felt the full weight of the metal restraining my wrists in my back.
That wasn't too bad. I lifted my wrists in my back to feel the weight.
That was nice. Heavy but not too heavy. For now.
I could enjoy that.
But I froze when I saw the skin back in front of me holding a collar in his hands.
A metal collar.
A fucking huge metal collar.
I immediately recognize it as a Parus metal collar.
`'4,8 kilos pig.''
The skin's statement sent my heart beating like a drum.
He opened the collar and slowly put it around my neck.
He put the heavy collar on a stool next to him.
He enclosed my neck in the thick metal, screws it shut with a special and to double lock it,
passed a thick padlock through the closing hole and let it go.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
This was fucking heavy.
I looked up and saw the barman with similar handcuffs and collar.
WHACK!!!
I jumped when the skin gave me a sharp stroke with what I saw later was a thick rubber paddle.
`'HEAD DOWN CUNT''
I immediately obeyed and Gott back quickly in place.
Another sadist.
`'With me, if you disobey you get instantly punished.
And believe me you don't want to disobey me.''
I shivered inside my rubber skin.
I hoped he was done with me.
Tough. The skin wasn't done.
This time he was holding heavy duty leg irons.
A massive piece of metal.
He squatted in front of me and locked the manacles around my ankles,
the short very thick chain resting on the floor.
`'7 kilos pig.''
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
He moved me until I faced the all expand of the showroom where a lot of men were walking around.
`'Head up pig.
Keep your arms apart.
Spread your legs.
More.
More.
Stay.''
I didn't know if I was relieved when he walked away or dreaded his return.
Both.
He didn't come back.
Worst.
The guy from the other store where I got locked in the metal chastity cage was walking towards me;
With the barber.
The biker joined them halfway through the store and chatted for a while as they looked at me.
At us.
I could only stare at the bag that the shop assistant was showing the biker.
They came near us and went first to the barman.
I didn't dare move and kept my eyes looking straight in front of me.
As I looked around with my limited view I saw the young guy who checked us on the street.
Except that now he was in a short sleeve black rubber/latex t-shirt with withe stripe down the sleeves and around the collar.
Thick black rubber shorts.
The mixed race guy I saw when we arrived was helping him to get in what looked like a rubber/latex tracksuit.
First a pair of trousers with white stripes down the side tucked in white and black socks and trainers.
Then a rubber:latex hoodie with white armband on the sleeves.
They zipped it up halfway up to make sure to show the rubber underneath.
The young guy kept smiling as he turned towards another twink dressed in a sharp red similar outfit walking towards them.
They talked a bit and walked towards the front of the shop.
The biker came out of my sight and sat on a stool next to me.
I kept my head forward.
Next my view was completely blocked by the barber standing in front of me.
`'Having fun pig?''
`'Yes Sir.''
`'HUMPFF.''
Yep. A man of few words.
I didn't dare to move my head but I knew he was holding something in his hands.
But I had to wait to find out what it was as the shop assistant joined him and without a word,
opened the three way zip on my groin, pulled my lock dick out and checked the metal cage.
`'Looking good pig.''
He started to massage my ball sack to relax stretch it more and more as he used one hand, then two.
`' Got something for you pig.''
He pulled a metal piece out of the bag he carried and lifted it for me to see it.
A wide scrotal cuff.
It was made out of the same metal of the cock cage and I could see the steelwerks 's' screws on it.
It was very wide and in an eight shape with a sealed tube on the front part and on the back part of the cuff with a ring hanging on it.
The metal skin, as I started to call him in my head, opened the cuff and put it around my ball sack.
He was used to do that because in no time my balls were pulled down by the weight of the metal cuff.
The recessed bit in the middle didn't squeeze my ball sack at all.
It just made sure that my balls were completely separated.
Craftsmanship paid off.
And we
Hen I thought he was done he pulled two huge metal balls and hooked them on the rings on the front and back of the cuff.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
My balls were really pulled down.
Next he pulled out a couple of prices tags on strings and attached them to the call, ball cuff and weights.
I really felt humiliated.
Three little tags defined what I was.
An object.
The biker came and checked my groin.
He lifted my weighted balls and dropped them a couple of time.
I moaned like a pig each time.
The barber joined them as the three stood in front of me like a wall.
He showed me what he had in his hand.
It was a rubber face mask.
It would not totally encase my head.
It would cover my face from the top of my forehead down to under my chin.
It had two straps at the top and two at the bottom joined by a metal ring at the back.
The nastiest piece was the very large rubber cock where my mouth would go.
Once in place I would be a faceless pig displaying the barber's work.
The biker removed my hood and the barber immediately placed rubber over my face, pushing the tick penis gag in my mouths.
In no time he had the four stripes secured.
Tight.
He showed me the sign with his name and a pile of cards that he put on the stool next to me.
`'See you in a bit to feed you pig.''
Withe those words the three of them walked away as the men who watched the show from afar got closer to me.
To us.
FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!
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