Date: Thu, 22 May 2008 15:03:25 +0200 From: Batardsm Subject: skin fuck 13 He had no idea how long he had been in the stinking pit. No idea what day it was. All he knew was that in his hellish life, it was always night time. Always dark behind the two hoods pressing in on his head. The only thing that told him he was still alive was the pain. The periodic cramp in his limbs caused by every part of his body being encased in very tight and inescapable bondage. Also the pain in his jaw from being kept open by the piss gag and the pain in his arse from the hard metal pole keeping his sphincter wide apart. He had stayed quiet to begin with. He did not struggle. He thought he could take it. But when his Master did not return he started to get worried. There was nothing in his world just darkness. After the quiet period came the raging. He swung his body wildly on the chains, tried to scream as much as the piss gag would allow him. He was cursing his Master, calling him every name under the sun. But he did not come. This only made matters worse as some of the vile liquid surrounding him was disturbed by his movements and the stink in the pit just got worse. Some of the liquid even got inside the piss gag and into his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow it. Then came the sobbing. He could not help it. The tears flowed inside the rubber hoods. But this was no use either. He was alone in his pigsty for as long as his Master wanted to keep him there or even keep him alive. Fighting was futile. Once he accepted that he was no longer in control of anything in his life, not even pissing and shitting, or eating, he felt better. There was nothing he could do but wait for his Master. Once that had penetrated his thick skinhead brain his life became easier. After a while he did not know what was real and what was fantasy. Some very horny and depraved ideas and scenes would pass through his mind but he never knew whether or not they were real or just imagined. Of course he had no way of knowing whether or not the food his Master was giving him through the tube in his nose was laced with any drugs or not. One memory kept on recurring. He had woken up and he was not in the pit anymore. He was outside it but not free. He was still in the straight jacket and was hanging from chains in the ceiling of the garage. His legs were no longer in their rubber constraints but they were also chained. They were pulled painfully apart and chained to opposite walls of the garage. His arse was empty. His Master was standing off to the left dressed in a black rubber apron over his skinhead gear. He was pulling thick shoulder length back rubber gloves over his bulging arms. The muscles of his forearms pushed against the rubber and could be seen clearly. After pulling on both gloves his Master pulled a large plastic oil drum across the floor towards his slave. The top of the oil drum had been cut off and from his elevated position his slave could see that it was full of black oil. The oil looked used and had bits floating in it. "Time you really open up that cunt of yours pig. See whether I get both arms in it." He tried to scream through the thick penis gag in his mouth and struggle against his restraints. He had only ever been fucked before. He had never been fisted. He knew his Master's arms were big. Even one of them would rip him apart. "Shut the fuck up cunt. You ain't going anywhere. So just sit back and think of England." His Master laughed as he plunged one hand into the oil drum and started to spread the oil all over the other hand and arm. It was pointless for him to try and struggle because with his legs spread-eagled to opposite walls his arsehole hung vulnerably in the air, just waiting for his Master's fingers. His sphincter clenched uncontrollably, as if it knew about the impending assault on it. Once he had fully greased up both gloves with the dirty engine oil his Master moved towards his victim. The first finger wasn't too bad as it forced its way past the sphincter. Although his Master pushed it in forcibly it was quite pleasurable. Good to have some of his Master back in him again. He moaned as his Master pushed his finger in and out. "Fucking whore." Then came the second finger. After some initial discomfort it felt good again, opening him up slowly. Then came a third and again wasn't too bad although his sphincter felt really stretched. But even that stretched feeling felt so good. He struggled and tried to lift himself up off his Master's hand as the fourth finger tried to force its way in up his arse. But gravity was against him and he had no choice but to come back down onto the four fingers. His arse was now on fire. He was breathing heavily and sweat started to break on his face. He was shaking his head vigorously from side to side and moaning "no" through the gag. But he knew it would be ignored. Slowly but determinedly his Master started pushing his whole hand up the skinhead's arse. He could feel this huge mass just pushing further and further into him. It was not going to stop until it was inside his arse cavity. It was agony. He knew something would have to give. He pushed out his sphincter as much as he could. To open himself up as much as he could so that his Master could make it inside him. The sweat was pouring down his face and inside the rubber straight jacket. Finally something gave and the rubbered fist pushed into his arse cavity. As it slid into place he screamed into his gag. It took a while for him to catch his breathing again and to realise the pain had subsided and that the fullness in his arse felt good. His Master started to push his fist backwards and forwards in his arse, fucking him with his fist. It was ecstasy. His mind was flying as the fist pushed against his prostate. He had never felt anything like it before. It was amazing. He did not know how long this heaven went on for but it felt so good. But then he was brought to with a bump when his Master started to plunge a finger from his other hand into his slave's hole in addition to the fist. Then came two and then. By the time his Master's third finger and fist was up his arse, he had thankfully passed out. But his Master did not stop until both fists were in his slave's arse and the floor beneath was bloody.