Date: Mon, 12 May 2008 19:00:14 +0200
From: Batardsm <batardsm@orange.fr>
Subject: skin fuck 7

He tried to scream, "I want to fucking stop...get me the fuck out of here",
but it was strangled by the piss gag in his mouth, the tight black gas mask
over the top of the gag, the thick heavy wooden planks over the pit and the
thick walls breeze block walls of the garage. Even if he could scream
nobody would take any notice. Nobody came around this part of the council
estate very often. Except perhaps some kids to spray graffiti, or more
likely to get high by inhaling from the aerosol cans. And anyway screams
were nothing new around this area. Nothing to bother about because people
who bothered got hurt.

This was the pit. His new home. That's what his master had said before
pulling on the thick rubber hood. This was to be where he wallowed until
his master needed to abuse him. There was to be only two things in his life
from now on, his master and this pit.

He had no idea how long he had been hanging in the pit like this. It felt
like a week to him in the pitch darkness of his rubber prison. How many
days since his master had dragged him back from the old workings on the
heath, back from the scene of his public punishment. From the scene of his
breaking.

He didn't remember much of the journey back. With his ripped jeans, showing
his bare arse and cock, the whole of him covered in mud and blood. With the
cum caked dry on the top of his shaven head. It didn't seem that long from
the heath but it was all a bit of a blur. He just followed his master's
boots as he pulled him along with the chain padlocked around his neck.
Followed him through the dirty streets of London under the orange glow of
the lamps. Past people walking their dogs before going to bed. But of
course he was not the owner doing the walking but the dog being walked.

The next thing he remembers is the stale smell of piss and the stench of
rubbish and rotting food as he was walked past a tall block of what looked
like council flats. Everything was dirty, with graffiti on everything. Some
kids having a fight off to the right, somebody else having a domestic with
his wife with the window open for everybody to hear. This was scumsville.
Where the detritus of the city lived or rather existed.

And this was to be his new home.

His master stopped outside a row of garages. He unlocked the two large
padlocks locking the garage door and lifted it open. "Get the fuck in cunt"
he said as he pushed his new slave into the garage and pulled the door down
behind him. Complete darkness. He could smell the dampness in the air.
Again the smell of piss mixed with oil and the distinctive smell of
rubber. His dick was suddenly hard. Although he was very scared this was
what he wanted. He wanted to be owned by a powerful other man. To be his
property. To be hurt by him, just because he could.

His master pulled a pull cord and a single light bulb came on in the middle
of the garage. It threw strange shadows around the contents. In one corner
was a motorbike. Another a pile of waders, wellies and rubber. And hanging
from the ceiling some chain and pulleys.

His master pushed him towards the chains and pulleys. He undid the chain
around his neck and replaced it with a thick metal collar attached to one
of the chains. The metal felt cold and uncomfortable around his neck as his
master padlocked it in place. But that was nothing compared to the
discomfort caused to his neck when his master quickly pulled on the other
chains lifting him by the collar around his neck higher and higher. He
started to panic. His hands were still cuffed behind his back. There was
nothing he could do. He started to choke and started to thrash around
trying to pull down on the chain to ease the tightness around his neck.

His master lowered the chain a little but he knew when to stop. Just at the
point where the collar still pulled but provided he held very still he
could still breathe.

>From the corner of his eye he could see his master go to one of the
corners furthest away from the door. He returned with another knife in his
hand. His heart started to race again. What next?

His master started to butcher his clothes. Cutting them up into pieces and
pulling them off his body. He wanted to protest but he now knew better. His
swollen and bruised arse told him that. "You don't need your clothes
anymore cunt. You're not going anywhere again for a long time and here you
won't be needing clothes here. Dirty fucking animals don't wear clothes".
His dick throbbed out in front of him. His master noticed and gave it a
good hit with the back of his hand. "You dirty little cunt".

Next he replaced the handcuffs with metal restraints and attached them to
chains, pulling his hands firmly above his head. Pushing his chest forward
and increasing the pressure on his neck. What came next took him completely
by surprise and also took his breath away. Hs master brought a large black
bucket from behind him. He could smell its contents before he could see
it. The bucket was full to the brim with old piss. He could see a slick of
what looked like oil floating on the top.

"You'd better get used to the smell cunt because this is what you're going
to smell for most of your time in this hell hole........It's bath time".