I WAS LOCKED IN A FUCKING CAGE.
I could see the reflection at infinity in the angled mirrors. And that was another mind fuck. I felt the metal bars against my skin as I tried to get more comfortable. I could barely moved my feet chained to the front. My head was encased in tight rubber and my hands were locked to a collar. Not forgetting my dick locked in chastity. I was trapped in more ways than one. I laughed thinking about the subs I used being me now. NO FUCKING WAY. That was bad enough to think about I knew living not that far from here. I was safe as long as he didn't take me out. No. He would. He totally would.
He said he was going to take me rubber shopping. And i have been in the place he meant in the past. My leather shirt came from there. I was so fucked. I just breathed deeply to relax.
The rubber smell from the hood mixed with the leather smell from the boots was intoxicating.
Feeding my brain with thoughts. Depraved thoughts. There was nothing much i could do but to think. To think about my situation. What I got myself in.
A couple of days ago I knew for sure who I was. I was a kinky leather top enjoying abusing willing subs. And did they flock to me. Cruising me in shops, in bars, in clubs. Begging for my attention. I was happy to give them what they needed. I got what in needed in return.
But did I?
I was locked in a cage, in chastity, hooded, covered in leather boots waiting for the biker to come back. I was sure as hell that he was going to keep his words.
I could still hear his offer
`'I have an offer for you boi. A one time offer. You say you are on holliday for two weeks. You can be depravpig for two weeks with me. You come back with me to my place, and I will train you for two weeks. Let's be clear, you will learn to suck cocks properly, I will fuck you. You will be a slave.''
He offered me something that i could not bring me to get myself. I was so stubborn that i could not let myself go.
Many guys were going both ways. But in knew that was not for me. i had to jump in the deep end. So I said yes.
I kept rubbing my hands locked in the rubber mittens all over the rubber hood. I liked the feeling of the rubber enveloping my head. No. I loved it. I craved for more. I loved the feeling of anonymity. Not anonymity. Dehumanization. Objectification. Pictures of me in full rubber rushed through my mind. Gone was the leather top holding a rubber pig on a leash. I was the rubber pig on all four. I hoped the rubber hood was only the beginning. The starting process of turning it into an object.
IT?????
Yes, I was truly fucked.
My dick was trying to get hard in its confinement, that was sick. That was good. I kept liking the rubber with my tongue tasting the rubber. I keep inhaling as deep as I could, filling my nose with the heady smell of leather and rubber.
And he said he was going to get me some rubber. To make me get some rubber.
The weight of the boots on me was really wicked. That was so simple, but so degrading. For him I was only good under his boots. Between, the leather, rubber and metal all around me, I was finally where I needed to be. I didn't kid myself. I was experienced enough to know that things would get harder for me That was only the beginning. I did not expect to find myself in a cage at the mercy of a perverted biker. Said biker probably didn't expect to have a leather top in his cage to use. I just laughed. Not much of a leather top now.
`'Ok in here?''
I froze.
In the wardrobe's mirrors I could see a guy standing by the door. The lodger.
`Yes. Thanks.'
`'Good.''
He just smiled and closed the door.
How depraved was that?
A twink in casual clothes asking me, chained and locked in a cage, how I was. As if it was the most normal thing.
That was my new normal.
No more needs to think, to decide. Just the need to accept. That sounded easier in my head. But not so easy to understand. I had to stop thinking too much. Easy said.
Lately, I looked more and more at Tops' profiles online. Looking at the ones that wanted a rubber sub. I was picturing myself in full rubber from head to toes, on the leash at their feet.
The biker was part of my favorites.
For him it seemed to be a way of life, not just a weekend thing. Just like for me. As a top I didn't need to constantly use a sub. I could spend hours ignoring the thing hogtied in a corner moaning, or under my feet as a footrest as I watched tv. We were of a similar mind. But now I was on the receiving end.
There was no way out.
I created the sub's profile for a reason. It was to bring the submission i craved for out,. Not someone else's. Mine. To be able to live for a bit it safe from being a screen. It was to express my deepest fantasies. My deepest needs. But as soon as I cummed, I pushed them back deep at the back of my mind, resolved to ignore them. Until the next time. Until I need to be depravpig again.
I knew every single word in that profile:
DEPRAVPIG. gimp.
ITS SICK MIND: depravpig.bdsmlr.com www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/skin-fuck/
PREVIOUS LIFE: Twisted bondage Top using subs for heavy bondage, control.
NOW: Depraved inferior animal/object committed to serve SUPERIORS.
For a long time it saw itself as a mean, hard Top. Showing itself off in shinny leather gear with a sub on a leash at its side. Then it discovered its true place. The one on a leash, at the feet of a MAN, ready to serve, obey, suffer.
DEBASED DEPRAVED CORRUPT
BONDAGE: Hard unescapable bondage. Tied into humiliating positions. In head to toe rubber, total enclosure, sealed in, glued in. its skin. Covered in restrictive leather over its rubber skin. Locked in a strait jacket and muzzled/hooded, in a corset, in rubber bag, suspended in a postal bag/ body harness. Sleeping in them. Tied in a chair, frame, a cage, a bench, a box, a pole, indoor/outdoor. Mummified, head mummified. Put in chains, combination/heavy irons. Permanent cock chastity cage. Treated as a prisoner on a gang chain.
S&M: A lit candle shoved into its mouth, cock hole, asshole. Balls weighted for stretching. Suspended and dominated / Hanging by ankles & slapped around. Cock beaten until it comes. Nipples worked over, lead or tether by its tits. Weights on balls and nipples. Worked over/ tortured while tied to electro. Full body covered in wax. PA teased till it's almost pissing 'pre-cum'. Beaten, flogged, spanked, caned, whipped. Heavy/intense electro. PAIN.
FISTING: Small, medium, large, insane dildos/plugs. Finger, fingers, fist, arm. One, two...... Having its are expanded to take a fist or boot/foot or whatever the Master wants, 'takes' it ass, whenever he wants, invades, violates it as it is bound - then lick his fingers clean, beg and whimper when at its limits.
HUMILIATION: A pig, a worm, a dog, like the animal that it is. Put on display in public. Eating out of a dog dish, Master forcing its face into the dish with his boot on its back. Stuffed with food, mouth and asshole, use of force. Used as a doormat to clean boots on. Written on with humiliating language, using pen or filth. Worshipping boots & sneakers, stinky socks, feet covered in rubber or other. Used as spittoon, ashtray, rubbish bin. Molded in any piece of furniture. Heavy verbal/taunted. Used as servant, butler, maid. Stepped on (especially with muddy or oily boots)...
FILTH: Pissed on, used as a toilet. Covered in lube, oil, filth etc. Used as a urinal/toilet in public by its Master and whoever it lends it to. Having its dinner laced with piss/filth. Being forced fed puke. Locked in filth filled rubber sleep sack. Fingers shoved down its throat, till it chokes, or licking, sucking making love to them before the gag goes back in. Locked in a sack, booted, pissed on/shit on, left in the cellar/closet - having to Bark loudly for release or attention.
STORED: Sealed in a rubber bag, caged, locked in a box out of the way and IGNORED. Footrest, spit bowl, furniture, displayed object, chained outside....
Cette sousmerde n'existe que pour servir tout SUPERIEUR. Etre traité comme pissoire, chiotte, paillasson, cendrier, poubelle, égout... Etre dressé comme chien, larvé, humilié en publique. Etre poussé toujours plus loin pour arriver au niveau des exigences de son SUPERIEUR! Pour cette sousmerde, le latex est sa vraie peau. Une façon de vivre.
Offert à tout SUPERIEUR pour dressage dur et intense.
FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!
And the biker knew all those dirty thoughts. I rubbed my locked hands over my caged dick. I was desperate to cum. I needed to lose myself in the pervy thoughts, I needed to relieve myself like I did so often. And once I got that hitch scratched I could go back to my life. But this was my life now. I was caged. Waiting.
Yes, being locked in a cage on my own was boring but I knew well enough to complain. Not like there was someone around to complain to. And from that I'd seen so far, what I thought was of little importance. More like none. That was the life of a sub. That was the place place. My place.
At one point I heard what I imagined being the front door slammed shut. The twink was either leaving or the biker was back. So when I heard voices of people coming up I got myself ready.
For nothing.
I was completely ignored as I heard them going up and down the stairs. Going about their own life. After a very long time the biker came in the room. Smirking as he looked at me.
`'Doing ok boi?''
`Yes Sir.'
He removed the chain on my ankles, opened the cage and told me to get out. I scrambled as quickly as I could.
`'Put the boots back in the wardrobe''
I did as ordered with my hands still locked in the mittens and chained to the collar. I moved on my knees between the cage and the wardrobe, carrying a couple of boots each time and putting them away in pairs. When I was done he put a leash on the collar, dragged me downstairs. I was dreading being seen by the twink but I had no choice. But we seemed to be on our own. He put the dog bowl on the floor. It was filled with cereals and milk.
`'Eat.''
He did not bother to release my hands. I had to struggle to reach the food, but I adjusted and soon I was wolfing it down quickly, making a mess.
`'Tsk,tsk,tsk''
I looked up at him. He just pointed to the mess on the floor as he took the empty bowl away. I knew what I had to do. A part of me wanted to rebel, to have him to force me to clean the mess. But i decided that it was a small thing to do. So I licked the mess from the floor up. I thought I was getting away with it but he put his foot on the back on my neck, pushing down hard.
`'Next time you clean it without me having to tell you to do it. Got to start behave like the fucking pig you are. UNDERSTOOD DEPRAVPIG?''
`YES SIR.'
He kept my head pushed in the floor for a bit longer before kicking me on the side sending me sprawling on the floor.
`'Need to piss.''
I quickly got on my knees in front of him as he pulled his dick out of his suit and started to piss. I barely put my mouth around his cock before he let a long stream go. He would have had no problem to piss on the floor and to make me lick it of the tiles. Damn, I was too fast. I should have waited. I was stupid. I didn't have to add my pervy thoughts to his. I was sure he could do a lot worst.
He didn't ease me into drinking his piss and I didn't have any time to get used to the bitter taste. I kept swallowing his piss again and again very quickly as he filled my mouth without a break. He needed to piss and he was using me as a urinal. His urinal. When he was nearly done, he pissed on the rubber hood letting the piss slide down back in my mouth or on the sides. He shook a couple of droplets over my open mouth like he would do over a porcelain urinal before rubbing all the over the rubber hood with his dick. When his cock was near my nose I breathed in deeply, trying to get his smell, making him laugh. He put his glans against my nostrils and I inhaled the musky smell. He spread the piss all over my rubber face his hard dick rubbing the piss in the rubber. He slapped my face with his cock a couple of times before putting it back in his trousers. He grabbed a cloth and dried the hood before pushing the cloth in my mouth. A fucking sock. A disgusting smelling sock.
`'UP.''
I quickly got up on my feet as he grabbed the leash and dragged me upstairs. I was looking forwards being ignored for a bit in the cage. In my dreams. He took me in a room next to the bedroom. His office. He pulled a chair next to his desk and push me to sit on it. He used a piece of rope to tie my ankles to a bar at the bottom of the chair keeping my feet off the floor.
He walked out of his office.
Few minutes later in came back in casual clothes holding a large red ball gag in his hands. He pulled the sock out of my mouth. I quickly swallowed the foul taste in my mouth. He leaned over me and kissed me hard. I responded quickly, melting in his kiss. He cleared his throat and spat in my mouth a couple of times. He pushed the large ball in my mouth forcing me to open it really wide. The ball was fucking huge. He strapped the gag in place. Guess what. He padlocked it in place. Tight.
He patted me on the head a couple of times before moving to his desktop work.
He started to work ignoring me as I sat there. I could do nothing but watch him feeling the drool dripping from my gagged mouth.
When he had to walk by me he never missed to rub the drool all over my rubber face pushing the ball deeper in my mouth with his thumb, Making me gag on the large rubber ball.
After a bit he released my hands from the collar and tied them in the back of the chair. As he worked he kept adding things to me. At one point he swapped for collar for a posture collar, then a blindfold, then later a pair of clamps on my tits making me hiss from the pain. He put something on my balls, I guessed it was a parachute from the feeling and soon my balls were pulled down and tied in place. He put some weights on the chain between the tit clamps. Then he passed a rope in the front ring on the collar and pulled on it, forcing me to bend forward, the weights hanging. My wrists were resting at the top of the back of the chair and he roped them in place. He then did something in front of me but I had no idea what. I found out later. I went from an easy sitting position to a stress position and when I moaned in the ball gag he told to shut up. So I suffered in silence, trying to get comfortable. I moved slowly trying to get some relief to my shoulders. As I lifted my chest, I realized that I started to pull on the chain between the clamps. And my balls.
FUCK.
It didn't take to be a genius to know what he had done. He had linked my tits to my balls. He was a fucking bastard. He knew what to do.
To get relief on my arms I had to hurt my tits and balls. So I spent a very long time trying to get some relief for either without getting any. Pain in my balls and tits for a bit of relief in my shoulders. My arms hurting in exchange of less pain in my tits. And more to relax my balls. I could spend less and less time in one position or another. A perpetual circle of misery.
And all that was without him spending all his time to use me. That did not promise an easy time for me when he would turn all his attention to me.
The self imposed torture slowly got worst. Once it started, there was no relief. I knew that for sure. I had done just that many times to subs. Enjoying their discomfort, their moans, their tears.
So when I started to moan constantly in the gag, he didn't bother to tell me to shut up.
And when I heard him moaning, I knew he was wanking watching me. I felt him moving in front of me, really close. So close that I could feel him wanking. He rubbed his hard cock of my head. I could feel the heat from his cock against my face. I could smell it. I wanted to taste it. It was so close and so far. He just made sure he was aware of what he was doing. He kept wanking for a bit without cumming.
He slapped my head a couple of times with his hard cock before leaving me in misery. Lost in that constant pain. I tried to beg him to release me but he just ignored my pleas. I offered to do anything if he released me. He could do anything already. I knew that.
That is when I started to shout at him. That got a response from him.
I felt him releasing the rope from the chain and in second my balls were pulled down so hard that I gasped in the gag. He had my balls stretched down and roped them really stretched to the bar on the chair. He removed the rope from the collar and tied it to the chain on the clamps pulling hard on it and tying it to the bottom bar too. I was losing any freedom I had. I could not move at all.
My balls, my tits, my arms were hurting. All the time. I couldn't get any relief from the pain.
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
I moaned for a while. Less and less. As I was getting more quiet, the tears started. I was lost in the pain. And there was nothing I could do. The tears did not bother him as he kept working.
He was teaching me the lesson.
He was going to use me, abuse me, train me. And at any time he could make things worst for me.
I screamed when he took the clamps off, the blood rushing back in them. It probably sounded louder in my head with the bag ball gag in my mouth. He grabbed both my tits, squeezing them hard. Sending waves of pain through them again and again. I grunted like a pig. When he let them go with a hard squeeze. I breathed deeply and I started to relax my back relaxing my shoulders. He released my wrists to the top of the chair. So I started to slowly slide my arms back behind the chair. When I was straight against the back he roped them near the seat. I didn't give a fuck how tight that was too. That was so much better.
`'Better boi''
`YES SIR. THANK YOU SIR.'
I was so fucking thankful he had given me this little bit of freedom. My balls were still painfully stretched down, the posture collar was still tight around my throat.
`'Good. Now shut up I have some phone calls to make.''
And this is how I spent the rest of his working time.
Tied to a chair.
Displayed.
On object.
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