“Hey, buddy. I’m still at your place. I stayed late to finish up the bed and urinal. Nearly jumped 20 feet in the air when Tim surprised me in the dungeon.”
Ross chuckled. “I didn’t realize you’d still be there. He’s been ordered to clean the dungeon floor and polish my boots tonight before I return home.”
“He’s been doing just that, very shy and quiet, looking irresistibly cute, with no clothes on and a huge erection!” There had been laughter on both ends of the connection, and then more chatter from John: “Matt dropped me off at your place this morning, and he just got here to take me home, but he saw the new stuff in the dungeon, and he saw Tim, and now he’s horny. He wants to stay awhile and connect Tim to the new urinal to test it out.”
Ross had laughed again. “Put Matt on.” Ross had spoken with Matt briefly, and then had told Matt to put Tim on the phone.
“Sir?”
“Hey, pig. I should be home an hour or so from now. In my absence, Matt is in charge. You serve him and John and follow their orders. Understand?”
A long moment had passed before Tim’s hesitant consent came through. “Okay, Sir. If you say so.”
“I definitely say so. Get back to your chores, until Matt tells you otherwise.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Then it had been Matt’s voice: “Thanks. We’ll try not to have too much fun without you.”
That had been almost two hours ago. During the half-hour drive home, Ross’s thoughts had turned from professional to personal issues. While Ross knew there were many bottoms who would jump at the chance to be with him, he never took his status as a Master for granted, unless it suited his ego and libido at the time. Early in his life, when his cock asserted itself on the brink of horny adolescence, Ross had briefly questioned the strength of his growing needs for kink, but his natural self-confidence had prevented any self-doubt from setting in. Long ago, he accepted those needs and decided to fulfill them and enjoy doing it. For the most part, Ross liked to limit his play to serious bottoms who had the focus and stamina for the intense confinement and long-term incarceration that satisfied him as a Top, and his concentration on Tim for the last few months seemed to be paying off. Tim definitely had most of the characteristics Ross wanted in a bondage pig, and Ross had started thinking of Tim as his slave, a designation Ross used to avoid. The weekend just past had worked well, even with the unplanned presence of Brad and the break in bondage time that Tim had been granted. And Ross looked forward to his plans for Tim beyond tonight, over the next 10 days. Tim’s willingness to spend a work night in Ross’s dungeon and miss more time from work next week were good signs.
Ross was certain that he wanted a full-time rubber pig in his dungeon on a 24/7 basis; he hoped Tim would be it, and sooner rather than later. Tim’s reluctance, expressed earlier on the phone, to submit to Matt was intriguing to Ross, and it had convinced him that tonight would be good training for Tim. In addition to lending out his slave for service to other trusted Masters, of which Matt was one, Ross had persistent desires that he wanted to pursue with a permanent dungeon slave, a rubber bondage pig over whom he would have absolute control: piercings, tattoos, head shaving, maybe even permanent hair removal; extended chastity training and absolute cum control; consecutive days of 24/7 bondage with the slave having no say in the matter, perhaps not even being given the opportunity to speak for several days in a row; long periods of immobile, uninterrupted bondage, during which the slave would be totally ignored, like Tim had been at times during the weekend past, but on a routine basis; total control over bodily intake and output, with plugs and tubes. Yes, he was almost sure Tim was the one with whom he could explore new heights (and depths!) of kink and control. With such thoughts in mind, Ross’s cock had been hard most of the way home, and now it was almost uncomfortably erect with anticipation of what he would find in his dungeon. Ross parked his car, closed the garage, and proceeded into the house.
Pausing at the table in the entrance hallway, glad to see that Tim had retrieved the mail, Ross checked the stack of letters and notices and inspected two packages that had been delivered. As expected, the bill from John for the plumbing and construction was there, with a note from John: “9:30 PM. Ross, Sorry we couldn’t stay longer, until you got home. Your pig is waiting.” Ross smiled. He loved coming home to a pig in his dungeon. Also, he was pleased at the idea of the new facilities and toys: He was glad that one of the packages had finally come, surprised that the other had arrived already, and keen on seeing the new installations John had completed in his dungeon. Ross was also looking forward to the pig below in the dungeon, but his cock pulsed at the idea of keeping it waiting. Suddenly, Ross decided he had no intention of attending to Tim immediately. He wondered if Tim had heard the garage door opening, the sound of which was sometimes audible in the dungeon even to hooded slaves. If Matt had used earplugs, which Ross had suggested on the phone as an option, then Tim was most likely waiting in ignorance, deaf to external sounds, blinded by a hood, and aware only of his own internal world of silent rubber encapsulation.
About twenty minutes later, attired in rubber chaps, vest, and boots, Ross descended the stairs from the second level of his house. His big, hairy cock, always meaty but now suffused with the blood of a semi-erection, oscillated heavily in front of him as he took the steps. Ross knew he had a magnificent cock and a nice set of balls, and he loved to flaunt them. Tonight they definitely needed the attention of a pig. With his crotch, ass, and armpits exposed to the air, Ross could sense the aroma caused by the sudden escape of the male odors that had been building while trapped under his work clothes all day. Maybe his pig would appreciate having its nose and tongue in Ross’s armpits and ass crack tonight. His right biceps bulging, Ross rubbed the corresponding hand across his chest, where the thick hair was matted down with an accumulation of dried perspiration, and then reached down to scratch his huge balls.
In the front of the house, Ross picked up the toys in the new packages, proceeded to the kitchen to grab a second beer from the refrigerator, and then navigated the basement stairs. Through the open door of the dungeon entrance, a bright overhead light was visible. Ross moved forward and was pleased to see the immaculate floor. Tim had evidently followed at least one of his instructions. Ross entered the dungeon. The new bondage bed, fixed to the wall as though it were built into it, was alluring. Ross gave a quick glance toward the sideboard below, which concealed the compartment he knew was under the new bed, and decided to explore it later. Mounted on one side wall, not far from the bed, the urinal that John had installed looked new and very white, especially compared to the shiny blackness of the figure below it.
On the floor to the right of the urinal, bound securely in a hogtie-like position to a small, low army cot, Tim, encased tightly in head to toe rubber, looked perfect, exactly like the rubber bondage pig Ross wanted to find in his dungeon every night. Despite the arduous-looking position in which he had been left, Tim appeared quiet and acquiescent, though the way he was restrained obviously gave him no choice in the matter. Blindly sealed in rubber and bound stomach down to the cot, his head, pulled back by some kind of tether, was pointed forward and lifted slightly. The raised position of Tim’s head, with a thick tube extending from his sealed mouth to the bottom of the urinal, suggested to Ross the posture of a submissive and willing rubber piss pig, though Ross knew the restraint obviated any willingness on Tim’s part. Ross felt his cock rising in response to the vision before him. He heard Tim moan softly from within his encasement and saw Tim pull his head down against the tension of the tether at the top of the head harness, until his head was horizontal, with his forehead over the front of the cot. The change in position stretched and elongated the tether, and Ross realized that is was rubber tubing, apparently used by Matt to connect Tim’s head to his feet. Tim’s rubber-encased ass and toes suddenly wiggled vigorously, and Tim moaned again as he appeared to relax his head and let the tubing pull it back to its original upright position.
Staring at the object of restraint, taking in the details, Ross realized the bondage was much more elaborate than he first thought. Ross preferred, and most often used, forms of mummification, mostly sleepsacks and straitjackets, because they were inescapable and worked well to bind Tim for prolonged periods. Though Ross insisted on total rubber coverage, he liked to top it off with leather. In his experience, he had found that horny, squirmy rubber pigs who wiggled long and hard enough sometimes damaged or even broke through their rubber encasement, while leather sleepsacks and straitjackets were quite indestructible and escape-proof if applied correctly. The style of bondage that Matt had used on Tim was an interesting change, and Ross was fascinated. He knew Matt liked to impose challenging bondage on cute bottoms like Tim, but Ross doubted the tightly wrapped hogtie-like position Tim was in now would work for a long scene. Standing over Tim, using a moderate voice level, Ross spoke to him: “Hey, pig. Having fun in there?” But Tim showed no evidence of having heard him, which confirmed for Ross that Matt had used earplugs on Tim before applying a hood.
Ross stepped closer and kneeled to admire the overall effect: the full-body skintight encasement; layers of rubber stretched to the maximum, accentuating the crown of Tim’s head, snugly encapsulated by the top of the form-fitting rubber hood, over which a rubber head harness was fastened and partially covered with latex bondage strips; the way the rubber stretched over bulging limbs and muscles, joined into compact masses by the rubber coverage and encapsulation; the sexy male shape of Tim’s feet, bound together and sticking up over Tim’s ass. Ross examined Tim’s feet: Two tightly encased big toes, peeking out in their individual shiny blackness, were visible above latex strips binding his feet and ankles, and rubber tubing ran between the toes. His feet were forced together by the latex strips, from which the rubber tubing, apparently threaded through the latex, emerged.
Ross was amused by his own reaction. He felt like a kid who had found a special present under the Christmas tree. Trying to figure out the details of Tim’s restraint as though he were solving a puzzle, Ross further studied the tightly wrapped rubber package and then walked around the dungeon to try to identify each item that was no longer in its place. In spite of Ross’s abundant supply of rubber and bondage gear, his meticulous organization, obsessions with control, and almost photographic memory made it easy for him to pinpoint missing items, which he then confirmed were either clearly visible or likely concealed on Tim’s bound and encased form.
By the time Ross had finished his inventory and inspected Tim further, he had reached a number of tantalizing conclusions: (1) Tim’s hot little rubber-covered bubble butt, which seemed to wiggle intermittently despite the restraints, was housing the largest butt plug in the dungeon. (2) Tim was encased in a size small catsuit that Ross had bought for him in London. That suit required separate use of gloves, socks, and hood, which apparently were all in place, though it was impossible to know for sure about the gloves, as Tim’s upper legs, arms and upper body were covered by, and trapped within, the thick rubber of an extremely tight, sleeveless rubber bondage suit. (3) Over the catsuit, Matt had applied the armless bondage suit backward, so that Tim’s arms were encased within it behind his back. Their outline visible through the thick rubber, they were bent at the elbow, forearms together, opposite hand to elbow, held fast above his waist. Ross suspected that under the bondage suit, Tim’s hands were locked in rubber fist mitts and his arms bound by a shoulder-to-wrist restraint. Accentuating the constriction, a wide waist belt and thick collar, both fastened snugly in place around Tim’s waist and neck, reinforced the stricture of the bondage suit. (5) The rubber hood Matt selected for Tim had nose holes, no eye holes, and a wide piss gag. Matt had inserted nostril tubes through the nose holes. Additionally, Matt must have aligned the piss gag of the head harness (also rubber) over that of the hood, but it was impossible to be sure, as Matt had sealed off the opening with latex strips, through which the drain for the urinal passed. (5) From a shelf on the dungeon, part of a rubber piss gag was missing. The gag consisted of a mouth plug that fastens in place with a thick strap, a rubber sheath used to encase the balls and cock, and a long tube extending from the tip of the cock into the mouth plug. While the mouth piece was still in its normal place on the shelf, the disconnected sheath and tube were not. Though not visible on Tim, Ross was convinced that, under the layers of latex, Matt had somehow rigged up the sheath and piss tube to create a closed system, requiring Tim to piss into his own mouth if he needed to relieve himself. But Ross could not be certain about this detail, unless he unwrapped Tim’s mouth or released him, which he had no intention of doing yet. (6) Matt had used a combination of belts, latex bondage strips, and rubber tubing to bind Tim’s legs together at multiple points, bend them back into a hogtie position, and fix them in place. Even Tim’s feet were connected to each other, as Matt had used latex strips stretched tightly around them at the heels, soles, balls, and toes, perhaps to create an anchor for a piece of long rubber tubing, which extended, stretched tightly to maximum tension, from the strips at the feet, between Tim’s big toes, and up over Tim’s back, ending with a loop through the top of Tim’s head harness. (7) Matt had used three additional straps, at the legs, waist, and shoulders, to secure Tim to the cot. Essentially, Tim was sealed and hogtied in rubber, and immobile.
Matt had certainly made fiendish use of some of the items from Ross’s stock of bondage gear. Contemplating Tim, Ross found that his cock was at peak stiffness, demanding immediate attention. Throughout the day, it had been Ross’s intention that he would give Tim the privilege of servicing it, have him suck it and take it up his ass, but now both holes were plugged and tubed, totally out of commission. And yet Ross liked the idea of leaving Tim the way he was. Suddenly, he wished that Brad were also in his dungeon. Two slaves were necessary at times like these!
Standing at the urinal, Ross stroked his cock as he considered Tim’s plight. The odor of piss was apparent, and Ross wondered how much urine Matt (and John?) had already pissed into the urinal. Tim was certainly in a very humiliating situation, one that greatly excited Ross. He wondered if Tim had sensed his presence. Could Tim smell him, through the nostril tubes, or was his olfactory sense overwhelmed by the odor of latex, or piss? Ross’s cock was so hard that it was almost painful, and he began pumping it. The sadistic ruthlessness of Matt’s bondage of Tim, combined with forced consumption of piss, fueled Ross’s already horny state. He doubted Tim could withstand those conditions all night, and yet Ross was tempted to leave him that way, to wait and see how long he could endure it. Apparently Tim was breathing all right, even with his mouth tubed and sealed, and had survived being turned into a urinal, with a load or two of piss already processed. Ross wondered if there was adequate circulation in Tim’s arms and legs. Other than intermittent squirming (limited mostly to ass wiggling, probably conducted to squeeze the butt plug) and occasional subdued moaning, Tim appeared still and quiet, almost peaceful, as though accepting of his fate. Ross marveled: Did Tim’s apparently calm state mean he was enjoying his predicament? Well, after all, Tim was the biggest bondage pig Ross had ever met! Or, was he bound and sealed so tightly that he just had no way of moving or expressing objection? But then another possibility occurred to Ross: Maybe Tim was so hot and uncomfortable inside the layers of rubber, and so constrained by the position in which he was bound, that he knew struggling would just make things worse; he knew his only recourse was to wait silently and patiently, for however long it would take for his Master to decide to release him. Ross liked that explanation best, as he thought it was more attuned to the reality of what life would be like for Tim if he were Ross’s 24/7 bondage slave. Ross’s cock agreed, as it spurted strong jets of cum against the back of the urinal. Each pulse of semen was accompanied by thrusts and grunts of relief, and the sight of Tim seemed to prolong the ejaculation.
After he finished cumming, Ross felt immensely satisfied but also drained. With one hand at his forehead and the other on his cock, he leaned forward against the wall and waited for his erection to begin receding. After a minute or two, the effects of a full bladder became noticeable, and Ross had a strong urge to piss. He aimed his cock and let the piss shoot, splashing it upward and across the back of the urinal to wash the cum into the drain. After a decent amount of piss had accumulated in the urinal, Ross forced himself to stop and withhold the rest. He watched Tim closely as the piss, stalled at first, slowly began to drain. Tim squirmed, moved his head within the limited range of motion permitted, wiggled his toes and ass, appeared to struggle against the straps around his upper body, and then emitted two loud gulps, which were followed by quieter, more typical swallowing sounds, at regular short intervals. Then Tim seemed to settle down, compliantly guzzling, and the piss drained more quickly. Within a minute or two, the first swill of piss was nearly gone, with Tim absorbing it without problem. Satisfied that Tim was okay, Ross let loose in earnest. Having just cum, Ross’s cock was hypersensitive, and the pissing sensation resulting from the strong flow was exquisite. He emptied his bladder with gusto and sighs of relief as he watched the substantial load splash, swirl, build up, foam, and percolate, and then eventually disappear entirely, down the drain into Ross’s human urinal, the bound and rubberized piss pig into which Tim had been transformed.
Ross watched Tim closely for several minutes, to be sure that Tim retained his belly full of piss, considering the stomach-down position in which he was bound. Tim appeared to be handling it well. Tim’s abilities to cope with the huge load in spite of the contortion of the extreme hogtie impressed Ross to such an extent that he started to feel horny anew, even having just cum. Ross knew that, before he began Tim’s training, Tim had not been a fan of piss drinking. But this demonstration, the rapid swallowing actions that consumed every drop quickly without choking in spite of the awkward posture and sealed mouth, whether it represented obedient or forced piss consumption, indicated that Tim definitely had the hang of it, like it or not. Perhaps Tim had decided piss didn’t taste so bad when he was all sealed up and horny. At Ross’s direction, the urinal had been installed in a central place in the dungeon, to allow for optimal use. With extensions to the drainage tube, Ross could imagine all sorts of scenarios. He envisioned having Tim bound securely, concealed in the pit below floor level, hooked up to the urinal for 24 hours or longer, maybe for an entire weekend, with Ross using it exclusively to relieve himself during that time and maybe even allowing invited dungeon guests to use it too. It would be interesting to develop Tim’s capacity over the coming months.
Ross moved from the urinal and stood directly over Tim. Ross’s thoughts were making his dick hard again. Moreover, Tim’s formerly quiet posture had been suddenly superseded by constant squirming, wiggling, and moaning. Seeing Tim struggle within the tight confines of the excessive restriction, Ross was compelled to grab his own cock and pump it. Surveying Tim from such a close vantage point, Ross was certain that Tim’s moans were not those of someone in distress. Rather, they were the sounds of bliss, coming from bondage pig heaven. It was apparent to Ross that, for whatever reason, Tim was writhing in rubber-encased ecstasy against the tight restraint, pulling with his head against the rubber tubing, twisting his torso and straining to flex his legs against the belts and strips, wiggling and contracting his ass to squeeze the concealed plug and thrust his crotch into the cot to which he was so tightly bound. Briefly, Ross’s thoughts turned to possible explanations. Was Tim, giving in to the tight physical confinement, excited by the bondage? Aroused by being forced to serve as a urinal for his Master? Worked up because he had realized Ross was home? But as Tim’s gyrations reached a climax, Ross quickly lost interest in the possible reasons for it. The increased frenzy of Tim’s struggles and the loud moans that escaped from inside Tim’s tightly bound and hooded rubber world pushed Ross over the edge, and his second orgasm overtook him less than fifteen minutes after the first. Feeling as though all his energy was being expended, Ross was completely consumed by the deep, visceral contractions of muscles and cock that sent bursts of cum flying onto Tim’s bound form as they both came simultaneously.
Immediately exhausted, Ross walked a few feet away from Tim to sit on the edge of the new bondage bed set up by John. The latex rubber foam mattress was covered by a rubber sheet, and Ross laid back on it to recover his energy. A few thought-free minutes passed, but then Tim’s predicament entered his mind. Should he release Tim now? Convert him to more tolerable bondage for overnight? Or let him stew for awhile? Ross raised his head and looked over at the rubberized form. The moaning and squirming had all but stopped. It was definitely quieting down. Ross lowered his head and relaxed. Tim had just been able to cum under those conditions, so he could certainly keep a little while longer. Ross felt lazy; he needed to rest. He would tend to Tim in a few minutes. Ross closed his eyes to consider options for Tim’s overnight bondage, and, in an instant, Ross was asleep.
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