Date: Tue, 29 Mar 2022 16:50:49 +0200
From: Depravpig <depravpig@orange.fr>
Subject: Morphed into a pig Part 11

NO FUCKING WAY!!!!!!!

There was no way I was going to be displayed in rubber to some fucking
strangers.
And I was going to tell the biker that he had another thong going if he
thought he was going to have me turned into a rubber mannequin,
Or suspended from the ceiling in a heavy straightjacket or in a
sleep-sack......
FUCK. My dick was trying to get hard in its cage.
The thought turned me no end. And the stupid dick was the reason I was at
the end of the leash.
And not the one holding it.

I was the Leather Top with a nasty smile on his face walking around with
a leather or rubber pig on a leash.
I was the Top seating in a club while a bootblack boy polished my boots
to a shine after licking them with his tongue.
I was the Top in Leather chaps sitting on a rim chair with a pig licking
my hole with its tongue.
I was the Leather Top with a slave in Leather hood and Leather
straitjacket on its knees next to me on the street at Folsom Berlin.
I was the Top wilding a whip to punish the pain pig spreadeagled on a
wall.
I was a fucking TOP.

The giggles brought me back to my new reality.
We were on the STREET. I was with a rubber cycling mask over my face,
dragged on a leash on a street.
A couple of girls kept giggling as we passed them.
The Biker didn't pay any attention to them. He was just taking me back
to his car. And as we went up the small hill we passed few people, some
didn't even look at us,
a couple of skinheads wolf whistled adding to my complete shame.
I could feel my face burning under the mask.
I was glad when we finally reached his car. I stood by the boot and got
in once he opened it. He dropped the bags next to me and closed the boot.
I was no more than an object to him.

I tried to get comfortable for the drive back.

Soon my mind was back to the visit to the shop. And I could not rid of
image of the smirking skinhead enjoying me degradation.

I was thinking too much.

I agreed to be turned into a pig.

I wanted that to happen to me. I wanked many times picturing myself as
the leather slave on his knees, as the rubber pig used as a urinal in
public.
And after every time I came, I just got back in the nasty Top mindset.
As long as those depraved thoughts were only a fantasy I was safe.
Until the next time I started to think about being turned into a rubber
pig.

I knew the Biker was not going to make it easy for me. There was an
intensity in the `'normal'' way he treated me.
This was not just role play. This was reality. He didn't need the public
to humiliate me, he didn't have to create complicated scene.
He just did what he wanted with me, what pleased him at the time, what
turned him on.

Not giving a fuck about me.

And I craved that, even if it was very hard to admit it.

My dick trying to get hard in the plastic cage knew the truth.

I got out of my head when I felt the car stopping and heard the front
door closing. There was no way we were already back at his place.
I prepared myself to get out of the boot but nothing. No key in the lock,
no latch opening, no Biker smirking at me.

He had parked somewhere leaving me in the boot. I could hear people
laughing as they walked by the car. A lot of people. I could hear cars
parking or leaving.
I could hear some music blasting not far away. And I was not part of all
that. I was nothing more than the bags next to me. And soon all I could
feel and smell was the rubber.
I started to sweat in the rubber suit and the heat made the smell
stronger. Breathing through the rubber cycling mask was even stronger.
I loved that fucking smell. It was like poppers for me. I could not wait
to be sealed in full thick rubber and put in display.

FUCK FUCK FUCK. My mind was going to blow up. I wanted to wank, cum
and.... And what?
Going back to be a Leather TOP? Pleasing sub after sub. Giving them what
they wanted from me? And back to my guilty fantasies?

I agreed to something. I was one to keep his word. And it was a chance of
a lifetime.
Ì didn't know what would happen after the two weeks.
But I had to weeks to live what I only dared dream of.

Being sealed in a car boot did some good to the mind. If not to the body.
It was a cramped space and I could hardly move. An isolation cell.

When I heard a key in the lock, all my thoughts came to a stop and I was
ready to follow the Biker.
When the boot was opened I expected the Biker to smirk at me to show me I
was his to do as he wanted.

But it was not the Biker's face I saw hovering over the boot.

I just froze as I stared at the two skinheads standing over me.

`'FUCKING HELL. Rob was fucking serious. Got himself a pigcunt. FUCKING
HELL''

They just laughed looking at me. Then they just closed the car boot.

BLANK.

My mind was frozen.

I was fucked.

I jerked when I heard a couple of loads knocks on the car and when it
started to move I hope it was the Biker driving.

The knocks somehow reassured me;

It was another short drive before the car stopped again. And it was the
Biker standing above me. An evil smirk on his face.

`'My mates didn't believe I got myself a pig from London. Had to show
them. They look forward using you at the weekend.''

FUCK FUCK FUCK.

`'Get out cunt.''

Once I stood next to him I saw we were in an underground car park. He
removed the cycling mask and threw it in the boot. He zipped my tracksuit
up with the leash still hanging from the collar.
He pulled the sleeves to cover the restraints on my wrists, and covered
the ankles restraints too.

When he started to walk away, I followed him one step behind as we got
out of the car park and out in a very busy town center.

I was walking wearing rubber and restraints surrounded by people going
about their own life.

I followed him down a couple of street and when I noticed rainbow
stickers on shops windows, rainbow flags over doors I knew we were in the
city gay quarter.

He turned back to me smirking as he pushed the door of a shop just before
going in. BASTARD. And I walked inside the shop I could not take my eyes
of the shelves full of dildos, butt plugs.

He pulled the leash out and dragged me behind him as he looked around.

I had the feeling he knew exactly what he wanted and he took some evil
pleasure dragging me around the shop, taking his sweet time looking at
the biggest dildos like if he was deciding which one to get.
Some of the things were huge and some were complete alien shapes, snake
like things or with enormous bulbs all over.

I knew he was fucking with my mind.

I hoped he was fucking with my mind.

I prayed he was fucking with my mind.

He stopped in front of shelves with oval shape plugs called gate keeper
and he just grabbed a training box with six plugs increasing in size.
He just showed me the box.
I started to sweat even more because this time he was not fucking my
mind. He was showing me my arse training kit. I could not help shivers
when I saw the second training set box starting with a bigger plug  and
five others.
I could feel the sweat inside the rubber suit sliding down my plugged
arse.
I am sure the other guys around could smell my rubber. And none of them
paid attention to my leash.

Next he stopped in front of a couple of shelves with weird shaped plugs.

DOG COCKS PLUGS!!!!!!!!!!

I moaned at the sight of those and I whimpered when he grabbed two
different ones.

`'I have enough dildos to train your mouth pig.''

He started to drag me towards the till when a glass cabinet caught his
attention.
It was full of chastity cages.
From the names on the cards I saw that the one he had put on me was
called a cb3000.
He called the shop assistant over.

`'I want a small cage. Something restrictive and secured for long term.
Which one is best, he's only starting his training.''

I felt my cheeks burning from the shame of being talked about like that.
Words were as strong as actions when training a pig. I used them enough
and now I was on the receiving end of them.

The shop assistant pointed to something called Holy trainer in various
sizes, giving a lot of details about it.

`'I can take a couple of measures if you want.''

 I dreaded the biker's next words.

`'Get your cage out pig.''

My face was burning like Hell as I pulled my tracksuit down revealing the
rubber suit underneath.
The biker pushed my hands behind my back and pulled on the bottom zippers
to open the rubber suit.
He grabbed my caged dick and balls, pulling them out.
He got the key out of his pocket and for the first time since the weekend
my dick was free.
On display on a shop. I kept my head down to avoid looking at the shop
assistant or the guys who had just moved next to us to watch.
The shop assistant had put some rubber gloves on and wiped my dick and
balls with a cloth.
Then he used some strings to measure around my balls and dick. In less
than two minutes he pointed to a small chastity cage.

`'The standard Holy Trainer V4 with a 40 tube will be perfect if you
want him to get hard a little bit but not totally.
The smaller tube will really keep him tight inside as soon as he starts
to get hard.
That's very intense and frustrating.
Or you can go for the nano that will stop any erection.''

The Biker took his time looking at both cages.

`'I'll take this one.'' He was pointing at the V4.

`'Do you want to lock him now?''

`' Yes.''

`'Follow me please.''

I was dragged across the whole shop with my dick and balls hanging,
making a couple of guys laugh as they saw me.  There was no end to my
humiliation.

Once in a large cubicle with shelves filled with small boxes, the shop
assistant grabbed one and pulled out the fucking cage.

`' Do you want the comfort or tight or very tight ring on him?''

`'The tight one please.''

And in no time I had a thick tight plastic ring around my groin and a
tight lubed cage on my dick. No padlock on those.
A locking system was in the base of the tube.

`' Here you are boi. All locked.''
They both laughed at the biker's words as he pocketed the key.

I was told to dress leaving my new cage out of the rubber and I was
dragged to the till to pay for my purchases. I had to carry the bag
filling the fucking heavy weight of the plugs.
Once back on the street he left the leash under my jacket. I gave thanks
for the small mercy.
I followed him down more streets to a barber shop.
The biker said he had an appointment with Mark. The barber busy shaving a
guy's head just smiled and told him to go downstairs.
Once downstairs we were in a darker space. There were two barbers chairs
with a guy in each.
The barber was busy shaving one guy's head with a cut throat razor, not
leaving any hair behind.
He greeted the Biker and told him to have a seat.
The biker sat on the only spare chair, leaving me standing next to him.
As we waited I looked at the guy waiting in the other chair covered with
a clothe.
I could not stop staring at the large ring in his nose. He had a full
hair of hair. A bit like a cute guy next door type. Except the ring in
his nose was definitely not cute.
Then I noticed the clothe covering him.
It was made out of rubber.
The guy was not moving at all.
I had to look twice at the back of his neck. No way I was seeing what I
thought. But there was no doubt. He had a wide rubber collar around his
neck locked to the back of the chair.
FUCKING HELL.
I could not see his arms under the rubber cover but I could see his
ankles locked with thick rubber restraints to the bottom of the chair.
I looked sharply at the guy being shaved. The cover had moved a bit over
one of his arms and I could see his wrists locked to the chair and the
way he was holding his head still, he was collared to the chair.
I looked at both of them in the mirror facing them. They just returned my
stare with a smile.
It was then that I noticed the poster next to the mirrors advertising a
Barber Fetish night in a club.
A barber named Mark.

The biker was completely ignoring me looking through an Investigator
magazine but I was sure that my reactions did not escape him from the
smirk on his face.

FUCKING HELL.

My life was turning upside down very fast. And my stupid dick was trying
to get hard in its new cage.
I could feel the extra tightness around my groin and dick. I moaned from
the sadistic sensation.
The Biker just grabbed my groin and squeezed hard.
Still reading.

My mind was going all over the palace again. But this time I didn't have
time to think too much.
The barber had finished with the first guy. He wiped the rubber cover off
him and shook the hair off it, leaving the guy completely displayed tied
up to the chair.

In a full rubber suit from neck down.

I immediately tried to imagine what the other guy was wearing under the
rubber cover.

The barber unlocked  the restraints on his feet first, then on his wrist,
some on his elbows and the collar last.
The guy jumped out of the chair, got immediately on all four in front of
the barber and licked his boots.
Then he stood up when told to go and wait in the corner.
The guy walked to a corner and stood there, hands along his side facing
the wall.

`'Your turn boi. Strip.''

I didn't complain at the Biker's order or moan in my head. I just
stripped to the rubber with my caged dick and balls still hanging out
since being locked.
The biker removed the collar and restraints on me before pushing towards
the barber.
I got a bit more nervous and yes excited when the barber spoke to me.

`'Have a seat boi.''

I moved in front of the empty chair expecting leather like the old
fashion barber chairs. But this one was covered in thick rubber.
As I sat on it, it was still warm from the previous guy.

The barber didn't waste any time. First he locked the wide rubber collar
around my neck. It was a posture collar keeping my head straight against
the back of the chair.
Then the restraints at my elbows pulling my arms back, then the
restraints on my wrists and ankles.
He covered me with the rubber clothes and moved to the next guy and
started to shave his head. This time he was giving him a mohawk.
I noticed that the barber didn't ask what he wanted but just went on
shaving him.

I looked at the biker on the mirror but he was still reading.

BASTARD.

He was ignoring me on purpose.

At one point a man in a three piece suit came down the stairs. He greeted
the barber, had a chat with him and gave him some money before walking
towards the guy in the corner.
He told him to get dressed. I watch him as he got dressed in a suit
hanging out of sight. When he was dressed they both left.
As they passed the barber, the shaved guy got on all four again and
licked the barber's boots again.
They were all acting like if it was completely normal.
But it was. They didn't need to pretend playing at the weekends. They
lived their perversion.
And I was becoming part of that.

I could not stop looking at the guy being shaved. Once his sides shaved,
the biker worked on the mohawk, shaving it down close to the scalp. It
was definitely visible but more like a black band.
I knew that was some expert's work.
And the end result was extremely perverted.
Once he finished, the barber removed the cover and I could see the
skinhead outfit the guy was wearing.
Black Fred Perry t-shirt with yellow bands, bleacher jeans tucked in Doc
marten's and yellow socks showing at the top.
The barber unlocked the guy who immediately got on all four to lick the
barbers boots before getting back on his feet, paying him and leaving.
No words of polite thanks. The boot licking was the thank you to the
barber.

Next, the barber turned to face the Biker and asked him if he was doing
him too.

The Biker said yes and without another word he sat in the empty chair.
And without any word the barber locked the collar around his neck, then
the restraints and covered him with the rubber cover.

And still without a word the barber grabbed the clippers and started the
side of my head.

Sending shivers all through my body.

I could feel my dicklet leaking in its cage.

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