Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2011 21:12:11 +0100 From: Raunch Pig Subject: Raunch Pig part 3 When I came round I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes but found my arms restrained in cuffs the tight rubber still on my arms, I was gagged with the inflatable gag. As I moved I felt myself rocking, I was in a sling! "Hello boi, were going to have some fun, that gag is connected to filth-pigs cock sheath, just like the one on you." He motioned for me to look left and there was filth-pig restrained in an identical set-up as me, except that he was wearing the waders cock sheath, a large steel cock-ring and a chest harness. He looked at me and I at him, I could tell from his expression he was in bliss, I likewise. I looked up and saw the tubes going from my mouth to his cock and his cock to mine. "Right I'm going to leave you here for a while, don't worry its all on CCTV, I have some paperwork to do, but before I go..." He then went over and got 2 fucking machines (I just thought, is there nothing this guy had) lined them up, pushed the first into filth-pig, then he came over to me, unzipped the suit I felt the piss from earlier dribble out, he then slid the dildo slowly up my hole, he set them on slow and walked out. I the dildo was slowly pushing into me then out making me rock slightly in the sling, as the thing was pushing in, my hole was contracting, what I didn't realise was there was two bands of conductive rubber one at the top and one broad one near the base. I glanced next to me and I could see the puzzlement on his face he obviously was having the same feeling. So the time went by I felt the current increase as well as the speed. Then I felt piss at the back of my throat, I had almost forgot the gag and tubing, filth-pig was pissing into me, so I pissed back, the current and speed would increase till I thought I would go mad, then it would slow down till it almost stopped and it would repeat again, building back up in power strength and speed. My legs were aching, my hands were just starting to go numb and my hole was sore, I felt a cool breeze as the door opened and the machines turned off, sir helped me and roger out the slings and helped us up. "Have fun?" Sir asked "Yea" we replied simultaneously grinning "Good, well filth-pig wants to have his fun, I appreciate it may not be your favourite activity so we will hood you and put a gas mask on you." "Thank you sir" I replied trembling. Then sir fitted the hood, it was tight and the seal was tight, then he then pulled a tight gas mask on it was a Russian one so encased my entire head he then fixed a tube onto it. We then went over to a box it was lying flat on the floor and looked worryingly like a coffin, but I was helped down into it and my wrists and ankles were shackled down and my knees and elbows were likewise, they were thick metal cuffs, you certainly reminded you were in bondage. The tube was fitted through the side and sir was butting a bottle of poppers at the end I took a few drags of them and I was floating closing my eyes feeling the warm embrace of rubber and steel. Filth-pig stood up on the edges of the box and let a long flow of piss splashing down onto my chest. he grinned then squatted, he let out a large long wet fart. I looked into his eyes and he looked into his and I knew what he was thinking. Then it happened I saw him straining and between his legs came a long large shit before it broke of dropping off onto my stomach. He stood back up and took all his clothes off folding the waders neatly on the floor he then stood between my feet, sir then came over with a bucket. "This is the stuff you two stuck down the drain earlier." he then threw the entire bucket over me and filth pig, lumps of shit were clinging to his hair and running down his bare chest. I've never been into scat but this man stood in front of me was one of the hottest things I had ever seen, he then crouched down and laid on me rubbing the shit between us, sir then put the top on the box I then felt him doing ratchets up on the side, sealing me and filth-pig in. Then he put the poppers back at the tube and sent me back floating and completely horned up, filth-pig was grinding his groin against me. He was grabbing my tits making me groan in pleasure. The feel of his bare skin rubbing over me slick with filth, we were left in there for a long time, I was completely relaxed my rubber slippery outside with shit and inside with sweat. I was starting to slip into a sleepy rubbery trance and before long I was fast asleep. That was how I spent that night, the next thing I felt was the shackles being undone, filth-pig was grinning covered in a light brown sheen. I stood up I could smell the filth through the tube on my gas mask, I was looking out the holes through the lenses and there they were in a similar sheen to the one on filth-pig. "Sleep well?" sir asked, I nodded "Yes sir" We went and had a shower filth-pig washing me and then I washed him, then sir helped me out the gas mask hood and the suit It was great feeling feeling the air on my skin again. We went and had another shower, I needed it and it didn't hurt roger to have another one. When we were scrubbed up we all got dressed and went out for the day, a great hike in the hills around the farm and a cosy lunch in the local pub. We went back to the house, sir had us strip in the farm house and wait in the kitchen. " Tonight you two are going to be pups, nothing too intense." Then sir went to the play room and came back, he strapped a dog hood on us each, a collar, knee pads and on our hands a pair of rubber dog paws that kept our hands from being of use. " Go and lie down in front of the fire" sir said "WOOF!!!" filth-pig shouted and we both padded off into the living room, there was the low coffee table, traditional red leather sofa, a large inglenook fireplace and in the corner there was a large plasma screen TV with a smaller one next to it on the floor, the picture one on the smaller one was divided into four each with a different view of the playroom. We stretched out in front of the hearth, me being spooned by filth pig. Sir was clattering in the kitchen, the sounds of cooking wafting in. Before long he came in, he held up a couple of slivers of Parma ham. "Play dead," filth-pig knew exactly what to do, he rolled over onto his back arms and legs up in the air. "WOOF" he barked, I followed suit. Sir then dropped the slices for us to catch and crouched down to scratch our bellies. He stepped over us and lit the fire, then he turned off the CCTV and put some light porn full of leather and rubber on the small TV and sat down to watch the news on the other one. Me and filth-pig were quietly playing on the rug. I would rub my side against his and he would sniff my arse, we ended up play fighting, we evidently disturbed sir so I ended up getting his slipper across my arse. "QUIET!" After a quiet yelp we carried on quietly. After the news sir went into the kitchen and came back with pork chops potato and veg, he also had 2 bowls. he then cut the pork up into chunks and the same with the veg. He put the meat and veg into the bowls and poured on the gravy, we were on our knees with our best puppy eyes. He took off the hoods, "PAW" sir put his hands out for us to put our paws on, "good pups". He put our bowls on the floor and gestured us to eat. Sir then sat down to have his. When we had finished sir took the bowls and pissed in each, "drink pups" he then put them on the floor for us to drink. He went out and then he came back we were kneeling watching the TV, sir then fitted the hoods back on us, "on all fours" he commanded We knelt and I heard a groaning form filth-pig, soon I was groaning too, sir was working a large pup tail into both our holes and before long we were both wagging pleased with ourselves. We soon returned to play-fighting with the added excitement that every time we moved the tail would sent vibrations up our arse. "Right pups, the first one to pin the other to the floor for a minute gets to do what they want to do to the other" sir said. So the fighting went a lot more extreme it was brilliant tho, feeling filth-pigs body tense against mine his hard cock pressing against mine as he pins me down but I slide away because of the sweat pouring off us because of the hot fire. But before long I found myself pinned beneath filth-pig his arms holding mine down and his legs on mine, "good dog" sir said as he petted filth-pig on the head, " I bet I know what you want eh?" filth-pig just nodded, I felt sir pulling my tail plug out "go on pup, breed him" he threw me onto my front and ruthlessly raped my hole ignoring my protests, but before long I was howling like a bitch on heat. After a fair length of wild animalistic sex I felt filth-pig collapse on top of me sweat streaming off of him. Sir put 2 bowls on the floor both full of water, "do you want any flavouring?" filth-pig gave a loud WOOF, I just looked puzzled, "just water for you pup," he said to me. He then undid his fly and pissed into filth-pigs bowl, he then took our hoods off, "drink" he commanded, I hadn't realised how thirsty I had got, as I was drinking sir slipped the plug back home, when we finished sir put the hoods back on. We spent the rest of the evening curled up on the floor watching TV. Sir turned the TV off "up to bed with you pair" "follow filth-pig pup" he said to me, so I followed filth-pig up the stairs into sirs room, it was a traditional room with a 4poster bed a chest of drawers, bedside table and the beams the only diversion from the norm was the chains hanging from the beam the extra thick posts on the bed and that the base of the bed was made as a Cage with thick bars. I flowed filth-pig and lay down on the pile of sheepskins in front of the window. Soon sir came up undressed and got into bed, then filth-pig went to the side of the bed, knelt down, and gently started wining, I followed suit. "C'mon then you pair get into sirs bed" well at that filth-pig, in one swift motion leapt on, every muscle in his body flexed it was an amazing sight, he then went to nuzzle sir I clambered up a bit less elegantly. Before long we were all asleep in sirs bed and there we stayed till the sun was high in the sky the morning after. In the morning sir UN-pupped us and we all went into the shower to clean ourselves down and clean our arses out. When we got down to the kitchen there was a large pot of coffee and sir sat reading the paper. "Good morning bois, you better ring your friend today" he said to me, we sat down and sir told us to help ourselves to coffee, "today we are going to be going to see a friend of mine filth-pig is having a tattoo, do you want anything boi, a tattoo or piercing?" Asked sir. I had never even considered any body modification, but I thought my nipples would be a good start. Yes please sir, could I have my nipples done please" "Certainly boi, filth-pig is having his done again, them done as a cross I think, what tattoo have you got planned filth-pig? Sir asked "I think a tribal sunburst on my ass cheek sir" he said "Great, well if you go and get dressed we will go and grab breakfast In town and go to Malcolm's" sir said Before long we had been fed and were outside a very swanky tattoo shop, we walked in and were welcomed by a guy in leather chaps over jeans and a chequered shirt. "Hello Malcolm," sir said walking over extending his hand. "Hello Keith, these the bois?" He asked "Yea, roger and Neil" "Cool, nice to meet you," he said shaking our hands, "so what can I do for you pair" filth-pig stood forwards and said, "can I have this on my left arse cheek" he said handing him a piece of paper with a sunburst on "and could you put another pair of bars behind my current nipple bars in a cross" "Yea sure" said Malcolm " and you?"He said turning to me. "Could I just have my nipples pierced" I said. "Do you want to go first?" Malcolm asked "Yes OK." I replied Then we went into the back room, it was all fitted out in leather and chrome gadgets, "take your shirt off and, come over here and sit here," I went over and sat in the large leather chair, then Malcolm and sir started doing up straps, securing me in the chair there were straps over my wrists a large one across the top of my stomach, a pair over my ankles and an elaborate head restraint over my head, which included a large ball gag. Then Malcolm went over to his cupboards and put a few items on a tray, and got a couple out of a metal dish that contained some sterilising solution he then carried them over to a trolley near the chair, then sitting on a stool he swabbed my left nipple with alcohol to sterilise it then he marked it, sir came over to check then he got a pair of forceps and attached them to my nipples aligning the holes in the end to the dots on my nipples, he then unpacked the needle and pushed it through my nipple. The pain was intense but bearable, but it helped having something to bite on, he then removed the needle leaving just the plastic straw that encased it. Then he repeated the procedure with the other needle, then he threaded the cbr through the holes and attached the ring. I was then unstrapped and helped onto another chair, "that wasn't too bad was it boi?" Sir asked "No sir," I said shakily. Then I saw roger lay on the leather covered table, bare arsed. This was the point the skill off Malcolm came into play, he sat down and roughly marked the design layout, sir then went over to have. A look, nodded then Malcolm started and with a bold hand he put the outline on his arse with the tattoo needle, then he filled it in using a different needle. After about half an hour filth-pig stood up to get his nipples done, he slightly flinched when the needle went in but the grin soon after revealed the masochist inside. We were soon dressed and filth-pig had a dressing over his new tattoo and we were off, after thanking Malcolm. "We will sort the score a bit later" Malcolm said, sir nodded and walked out "Let's go to the local bar," sir said and before long we found ourselves propping up the bar in "the cabin boy", the local gay bar, we didn't sit down, to make filth-pig feel more at ease.