Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2008 17:12:36 +0200
From: Batardsm <batardsm@orange.fr>
Subject: skin fuck 16

When he came to, he was lying face down on a large plank of wood a few feet
off the ground. His hands were fitted with rubber mitts and clenched into
fists. Each fist being tightly secured above his head to two rings in the
wood. Similarly his feet were secured wide apart to rings in the other end
of the wood. His Master must have carried his beaten and bleeding body to
the plank after he had released the chains from the wall and the slave had
fallen in a sodden heap on the garage floor.

As he became more aware, he could feel the fire in his back and
buttocks. He could also feel the rivets of blood from the open lacerations
running down his sides to pool on the wood. The pain got worse and worse
the more that time went on and the more he came to his senses.

He then felt his Master's rough hand on his shaven scalp. He must have been
standing on the other side of the wood away from where he was
looking. "Well done scum. You did well, perhaps you're not such a useless
cunt after all."

Pardon? He couldn't believe it. His Master was being kind to him. He had
actually earnt his Master's praise. Tears started to well up in his eyes
and roll down his cheeks to mix with the blood stains. He began to sob
uncontrollably, letting all the certainty and self-loathing out, relieving
himself of years of hatred. He had done well for his Master, had been good
enough to earn his praise. All the shit that had occurred in his life until
now was suddenly irrelevant. He was worthy after all.

As he sobbed his Master started to wipe down his slave's back and buttocks
with an antiseptic cloth. It burnt viciously to start with but after a
while it had a soothing effect. He sobbed even more through his gritted
teeth knowing that for once his Master was caring for him. His Master was
good enough to give his slave the pain he deserved but was also good enough
to make sure that his slave's health would not suffer.

A rubber hood was pulled over his tear stained head, blocking out the light
and the cool garage air. It pulled roughly at his face as his Master laced
it up tightly at the back. Once done, a plastic tube was pushed through the
mouth hole in the hood. He thought it was some kind of gag, but it
wasn't. It didn't stay in his mouth but was pushed further in--pushed back
towards the back of his mouth towards his throat and the further still down
his throat until it reached his stomach. He tried to retch and get rid of
it but he should have known better by now. There was no relenting; it kept
on going until it reached where his Master wanted it to go. It felt awkward
and alien as it held his mouth and throat open. But it was through this
tube that he was to receive his food for the next few days and weeks.

Three times a day his Master would pour the mashed up mess down the
tube. He could not taste any of it but could only feel his stomach
expanding as it filled. At the same time his Master would clear away any
shit that had collected around his arse and the bucket full of piss
underneath the plank where his slave's dick poked through. He would also
smear more balm on his slave's back and buttocks.

Slowly day by day the open wounds started to crust over and finally close,
to leave him with a criss-cross pattern of scar tissue that he would wear
with pride for the rest of his life.

One day after the wounds had healed, as per usual his Master fed him
through the tube and cleaned away the shit from his arse, but this time he
also inserted a large plug up his arse and tied it in place with a rope
harness around his slave's middle. Even if the slave tried to push out the
plug, which of course he would not do because his Master had placed it
there and therefore to push it out would be to defy his Master's will, he
couldn't. By the following morning, the slave was desperate to get the plug
out of his arse. During the night his normal digestive movements had pushed
shit down towards the plug and was now building up painfully behind it. He
needed to crap desperately. He whimpered to himself as best he could with a
plastic tube down his throat.

A few hours later, he felt his Master releasing his hands and his feet from
the wood. As he moved his limbs the blood came rushing back into them and
he felt pins and needles running up and down his arms and legs. But at
least he was able to move. A complete luxury for him. But his freedom was
not to last for long.

His Master lifted him off the wood and onto the floor. His Master's arms
held him tight as he got to his knees. He knew his position in life. On the
floor at his Master's feet. The large muscular arms felt good around his
naked body. His dick started to fill with blood and he left a strange
lusting in his balls.

His Master grabbed his balls roughly and stretched them to the bottom of
their sack. He groaned at the pain but it was muffled again by the plastic
tube. Just as he thought that he would pass out from the pain or that his
balls would burst under the pressure, his Master pulled on a long leather
ball stretcher, and strapped it in place. He then finished the agonising
attachment by snapping the ball separator strap in place. The pain was now
a constant dull pain in the pit of his slave's stomach. His balls were then
attached to a metal ring attached to the concrete floor. Similarly his legs
were kicked apart and attached to other metal rings. And finally his hands
were cuffed behind his back. His taste of freedom had been very brief
indeed.

"It's time to make you my pig, scum." What did his Master mean by that? His
slave mumbled "Yes sir" through the tube although he did not know what he
was consenting to. But of course there was no real consent, he had given up
his right to object to anything a long time ago. He was just scum for his
Master to do with as he wanted.

Slowly his Master pulled the tube out of his stomach. The slave nearly
puked as the end of the tube came up to the back of his throat, but he
managed to control his gag reflex; he knew that he would be in trouble if
he retched all over the garage floor. His Master then removed the hood as
well. To begin with the slave could not see anything, but gradually his
eyes became accustomed to the light again. He looked at the filthy garage
floor. He knew better than to look anywhere else. The floor was covered in
a mixture of oil, mud, blood and shit. Some of it was probably the slave's
blood, the slave's shit.

He could also see his Master's feet and legs in front of him. The feet were
in some form of black waders. They, like the floor, were covered in
filth. Probably the same heady mixture. He was also wearing a thick black
rubber apron. Again it was also covered in filth.

Around his neck his Master fixed a thick posture collar. This forced his
head up into an uncomfortable position. The collar was then attached by
chains to two rings in the floor and to a hook in the roof. His neck was
now so secured that he could not move his head or neck at all. As a result
he was now staring directly at his Master's crotch. He could see the
outline of his large thick cock through the thick rubber pointing down his
Master's left leg. He salivated at the thought of having that manly cock in
his mouth--having its head bang against the back of his throat, as he
fought against the gag reflex to swallow more and more of it down his
throat to give his Master as much pleasure as he could.

It would not be long before he got his wish.

His Master moved around to his arse and released the cord holding the butt
plug in place. The butt plug was then pulled out of his arse with one
pull. There was no consideration given to the pain that caused the slave as
his sphincter muscle was made to stretch quickly over the thickest part of
the plug. He groaned and held his breath.

His arse was not empty for long as his Master thrust his large cock up it
in one go, again with no consideration for the pain caused to his slave and
without any lube. The slave bit his lip as his sphincter was stretched and
as his body was pushed forward against the chains, pulling at the collar
and making it harder for him to breathe. After the first thrust there was
no let up. The first thrust set the tempo for the rest of the brutal raping
of the slave's arse.

But this fucking was different to the other fucking that the slave had
taken before from his Master. It felt as if his Master's dick was
bigger. Reaching further into his guts. Spreading his guts further
apart. Opening him up further and further inside him. It was
incredible. The feeling of invasion was beyond belief. Yes the dick
punishing his prostrate with every stroke was driving him wild. But more
than that it was as if the dick was growing bigger and travelling further
with each stroke.

Then the slave remembered the plug and the fact that he had not been able
to vacate his bowels since the day before. He now realised that for the
first time in his life he was being shit fucked. The Master's dick was
fucking his filled hole, pushing the shit further up his hole, making the
shit an extension of his Master's dick. It was incredible. His brain was
exploding in a thousand different chemical reactions. He could not think
straight. All his sensations were concentrated in his arse and
hole. Nothing else existed. His Master's thrusting quickened and then
stopped as his Master's spunk squirted up his slave's aching hole.

When he had stopped panting and his brain had stopped exploding, his Master
was standing in front of his face. There staring him in the face was his
Master's cock, standing erect through a hole in the rubber apron. He could
see its thickness and throbbing veins down its long length. But there was
now something different about the dick from the last time the slave saw
it. It was now covered in the contents of the slave's arse. The dick was
covered in thick brown streaks down its whole length, covered in the
slave's arse juices and more. The Master's cum was also mixed in with the
shit.

Suddenly the putrid smell hit the back of his throat. He coughed
involuntarily.

"Time for me to make you my pig, scum."