Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2023 11:55:59 +0200 (CEST)
From: Dralion <dralion@orange.fr>
Subject: Morphed into a pig 23

WRONG AGAIN.

I should have known. I should start to stop expecting things to happen my
way.

It's not about me. Well sort of. It's about the biker using me and
training me.

I started to accepted this more and more because I was getting more and
more comfortable.

Slowly but surely. And it was not like I could do anything at this point.
I was not going to make it easy to the biker,

even I knew that he had the upper hand and that I would be on the losing
end of it.

The biker didn't take the pigs straight to the rubber shop, but only few
shops away across the street from the pub.

To the barber shop.

The upstairs salon was empty and the pigs followed the biker downstairs
where the barber was relaxing in one of the chair.

He greeted the biker with a big hug and snog.

And as soon as he got up, the barman and I dropped on all fours to lick
his boots.

That seemed completely natural that it scared me a bit. And excited me a
lot.

Things were easier when I stopped thinking about what I would do or what
it looked like.

I was a pig in training and I should man up.

Well pig up. And start to go with the flow.

The barman made things look easy but he was a born pig.

The barber looked down at the the barman, told him to get in the chair,

strapped him down from the neck down to his ankle before covering him
with a thick rubber apron.

Last he gagged him with a huge ball gag.

Tight.

Have they ever heard of small ball gags? And not tight...

The biker told me to strip to the rubber and I didn't even flinch as I
did as ordered.

He opened the zips just over my locked dick and showed my pube and hair
on my balls to the barber.

`'That's ok. Need the suit down and the cage off?''

He moved different levers on the other chair and turned it into a table.

The biker opened my rubber suit pulling it down below my arse and removed
the cock cage.

`'Got on pig.''

I obeyed the barber and found myself flat on my back as he strapped me
down making sure it was tight as fuck.

Of course he filled my mouth with a large ball gag, adding a tight
blindfold over my eyes.

`'Hope I wasn't too hard when I beat your arse the other night pig.
Moaning like a sow in heat. Looking forward having serious fun with you
pig.''

Both laughed as my mind went in overdrive again. He was one of the men
who abused me in the shop.I wasn't anything special to him. Just one of
the pigs available to men.

I nearly jumped when I felt in rubbing a clothe over my groin. Then some
warm water and what I guessed was shaving foam.

It didn't take a genius to know he was going to shave me.

The mixture of being strapped down completely immobilized, the feeling of
his big hand rubbing my cock and balls, I started to get hard.

Sending them laugh.

`'Look his tiny dick is trying to get bigger.''

I was completely humiliated.

Whatever erection I had, disappeared instantly when he grabbed my balls
with one hand and I felt a razor against them.

Yes, I shaved myself in the past. But having someone else doing that was
on another level.

But he was a professional and my balls was shaved in no time, before he
removed all my pubic hairs with a straight razor.

I was shaved smooth as never before.

I screamed in my gag as he rubbed a cream all over my groin, setting it
on fire.

He told the biker that the cream was to burn the roots and slow the
growth down as he move the levers to put the chair back in place with me
still strapped on it.

Without a word he shaved my head, tidying my mohawk. I moaned a bit when
I felt him shaving my mohawk down to a strip just like the barman had.

A pig's mohawk.

He didn't even removed my gag, he just moved the strap out of the way
when needed.

When he was done he just moved to the barman to tidy his shaved head too.

With the shaving done he expected to move on.

I would have to stop trying to guess what was to happen.

Because the biker and the barber just went upstairs, leaving both pigs
strapped to the chairs.

And it was a long time before they came down laughing.

I felt the straps glueing me to the chair being released. The biker told
me to get dressed. Still blindfolded and gagged.

The same was done to the barman.

When dressed I got down on my knees to way and felt the barman doing the
same next to me.

The gags were removed.

`'Keep your holes opened pigs.''

And we both obeyed the barber, keeping our mouths wide open, down on our
knees.

Two urinals since within second my mouth was filled with piss.

I had to bend my head backwards as much as possible to make sure I kept
the piss in my opened mouth.

Another lot of piss started to really filling my mouth and I was relieved
when the biker told me to flush.

To flush like an urinal. Not to swallow like a man.

Or animal.

I quickly closed my mouth and swallow the mixture of both piss.

I didn't even realized that once I flushed the piss, I immediately got
back in the urinal position with my mouth wide open.

I heard the barman flushing the piss too. They gave us one more load of
piss each before the biker removed my blindfold and I could see that the
barman was dressed.

The biker was pulling some cash to pay but the barber told him that was
not necessary since he would be using the pigs as advertisinG later.

FUCK FUCK FUCK.

The biker laughed as he thanked him, snogged and hugged him.

`'Let's go, pigs.''

The pigs crawled to the biker to thank him by licking his boots again. He
kicked both our pigs' arses as we follow the biker upstairs.

Od course by now the salon was full with two barbers and four normal
customers.

They all smirked when they saw the biker and his pigs. Of course they
knew about the fetish barber downstairs.

Not so normal then.

As we left the barber shop two skinheads walked in and had huge smiles
seeing the pigs.

One had been used with them the other night for sure...

Would he be joining them today?

`'Move cunts. One more stop before you're put to some use.''

This time it was the shop where the biker got me the chastity cage and
plugs.

The skinhead behind the counter just smiled as he saw the biker and
smirked at the pigs.

That seems to be the norm.

Did they all knew they were pigs?

`'Thank you for coming. Like I told you we had a special order and the
customer did not finalized the purchase.

So we are left with his order and I thought about you since you asked
about metal cages for a pig last time.

Let me get it.''

As he spoke, my heart started beating more and more.

CHASTITY.

METAL.

PIG.

When he came back I could not take my eyes away from the box he put on
the counter.

My heart nearly froze at the sight of the black box with the stylized
letters embossed across it: STEELWERKS

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I was scared, excited by just looking at the fucking box.

`'Here you are. Because it's custom made it would be very difficult to
re-sale it.

But I think it would be perfect for your pig since he's not the biggest
pig around.''

The barman didn't bother to stop his loud snort at that.

The biker turned towards him.

`'Something to say LOCKED cunt?''

The barman flushed at the rebuke and put his head down.

He came close to me and mumble `'Sorry pigbro.''

Ok he was a bit of a bastard but since we were to spend a lot of time
together I could not be annoyed with him.

So I started to snog him and when he opened his mouth more I just spat a
huge gob in it. He smiled as he swallowed.

The biker was laughing.

The skinhead opened the box, pulling it off slowly and I could not wait
to see the cage.

Instead I saw four velvet pouches in the box.

The shop assistant knew how to make a show of a potential sale as he
opened the pouches one after another one..

`'Here you are.'' as he pulled the metal cockcage out of the largest
pouch.

`'It's a stainless chastity cage for complete dick isolation 24/7.

You can use the special Prince Albert ring to secure it in place or you
can use the urethral tube to drain the pig all day.

Last there is the interchangeable solid cap.

All with Steelwerks extreme locking S-screw locking mechanism and the
hinged cock ring to keep the entire cage solidly in place.

You can keep your pig in it 24/7 without any problem. For cleaning it you
need shower and soap now and then , or build a stink.''

The biker looked at me when the skinhead finished his sale speech and he
liked what he saw in my eyes.

`'How much?''

The skinhead wrote something on a paper.

`'Because we can't sale it as new, difficult to find the right pig and
since we'll use the pigs later to display our things.

Here you are.''

WHAT?

He pushed the paper towards the biker who looked at it, wrote something
on it and gave it back. The skinhead made another offer.

The biker agreed.

There was something very humiliating being the subject of a conversation
between two men ignoring me.

I really felt like nothing more than an animal, cattle, an object.

This was not just a play.

This was a complete lifestyle.

Something I dreamed of so many times wanking before getting back in my
dominant mode as soon as I came until the next time that the pig wanted
out.

Only a week had passed and I was already more of a pig than I had ever
been.

And my dick agreed.

I only realized that the biker didn't put the plastic cage back on me
after getting shaved.

The biker stared at me.

`'You are not going to decide on a lot of things pig. But this one time
you can have your say. I will make the finale decision.

I will use what's left of you leather fund and I will make you work for
the extra bit. I'm sure I can find places needing a pig.

So if you need to be locked in this metal cage with me holding the keys
just pull your dick and balls out.

If you don't want it, do nothing and I'll keep using the plastic
cage.''

My mind was going all over the place.

This was too much too soon. A week and he wanted me locked in metal
chastity.

Did I want that more than him?

I couldn't take that. I could take it.

This was perfect. This was madness.

This was what I wanted.

That was going to far.

I needed it. This was crazy.

I craved it.

I din't know what to do, it was so hard to decide.

I had a decision to make.

By the time my mind calmed down I was standing facing them both, with my
hands behind my back.

My cock and balls hanging outside my rubber suit and overall.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

The biker stared at me hard. I knew there was no going back and my fate
was sealed.

Well it would be soon. And in metal.

`'Let's go.''

I thought the biker had changed his mind and wanted to leave the shop,
but he was moving towards behind the desk as the skinhead grabbed the
chastity gear.

The barman grabbed may dick and balls, dragging me behind him, making
sure to squeeze my groin hard making me wince.

BASTARD.

The skinhead asked the biker if he wanted to put it on me.

`'No. He's going going to put it on himself because he craved it. And
I will not think that it was against his will giving him another excuse.

Right pig?''

`'YES SIR.''

First he gave me an open ring to put at the base to my groin, but he
decided it was too big and gave me the size down.

Satisfied he gave me the closing curve to complete the ring and he made
stew it in place.

Next the skinhead use inverted pliers to remove my Prince Albert for me
to put the one coming with the cage.

It was slightly a curved bar bigger and it stretched my piercing making
me moan like a pig.

Next he handed me the main body of the cage and I screw it to the
cocking.

It was not complete yet and I could already feel the weight of the metal.

Next he gave me the solid cap to screw it to the cage tube enclosing my
dick in metal.

I tried to get hard to avail. That was tight as fuck. And by all their
laugh they knew what was happening.

To finish I pushed the end of the pa locking device through hole in the
cap and screed a locking ring plus two screws.

DONE.

It took all fifteen minutes or less. I was sealed in metal. It wasn't
even midday.

FUCK FUCK FUCK.

The biker check the new cage, testing it.

`'This is not going anywhere soon pig.''

He pushed my locked dick and balls back inside the rubber and zipped the
rubber one piece then the overall.

`'Go and wait in the front pigs.''

I followed the barman in the font of the shop and bot waited with our
hands in our back.

The shop was not really busy that early in the day but awe definitely
attracted a lot of interested looks....

The biker and the skinhead came back after a while.

The biker was holding a black bag with the rest off the metal cage;

`'And like I said you can easily order a cap with spikes inside or
screwing points...''

The biker laughed.

The barman smiled.

I nearly screamed.

They said they would see each other again in a bit.

I remembered the skinhead mentioning using the pigs to display few
things.

FUCK FUCK FUCK.

The biker walked out of the store, the two pigs following him.

And wishing few minutes we were standing outside the rubber shops.

The biker didn't need to ring the bell as the shop assistant in full
rubber skinhead gear opened the door smiling wide.

`'Just in time.''

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