Shopeeper Turns Me Into a Pig Gimp

hey everyone! it's Rhys AKA IncubusStories here, this is my first story on here and it combines my love of punk and my love of leather gimps. just wanted to say everyone involved is 18+ and any non-consensual plots are just for the fantasy and not meant to be carried out in real life. please comment what you think and enjoy! ;)

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Stain Bank is an indoor market in Chelsea, London. Dozens of independent stalls, small shops and boutiques operate in the one building. Most were revolving around fashion. All of them were punk and alternative. It's a place that didn't advertise itself. It was hidden inside a nondescript mill that looked abandoned on the outside. There was one door, always covered in graffiti.

On it it said, Stain Bank. You knocked on and Robbie, the muscled doorman would answer. You would have to whisper the password which takes a lot of investigating to find. "John fucks the Pope." You would then be allowed in. Hardly anyone even knew it existed. You only found out about Stain Bank through whispers and people. The layout was like a maze.

Every shop lead into each other. You could never tell where one shop ended and began. Someone would always be fucking in the corner. People were dealing drugs. No one cared. It was an environment where you could do anything and no one cared. Every day was a party. Music would always be echoing throughout the place. This was Stain Bank. This was the place where I spent most of my free time.

Even if I didn't have the money to buy anything, I just loved the atmosphere so much. If it got too stuffy, I could literally take off all my clothes and no one would even take a second glance. Then I could leave those clothes there for two years, and they'd still be there. No one ever stole because Stain Bank never called the police. They always called Robbie to beat the felons to a pump and throw them out without a string of clothing on their back.

It was an average Saturday. I'd been window shopping at Stain Bank for a few hours. I'd taken the rickety old lift to the sub basement and the first thing I saw was a vast space filled with different stalls with a sofa in the middle. Some guy in a fishnet bodysuit was being sucked off on it and someone else was sewing a patch into a battle jacket. I looked around and saw a small doorway.

Painted in white above the door was a single word, Fuck. Fuck was a shop that sold gimp and leather gear. Everything from collars to masks to suits to rubber sarcophaguses. I noticed that the owner, Arsenic, was waving for me to come in. Arsenic was an incredible site to behold. He was the size of a mountain with a thick eight pack. He was always covered in harnesses and always dressed in leather trousers.

But he was always shirtless and always hot. I didn't know why he was waving me in. Definitely not to sell me something, no one in Stain Bank advertised. The rule of thumb was, if you want something, buy it. If you don't want something, go away. Maybe it was to give me a free gift? A lot of shops did that for customers who've never bought from their before, just to build up a positive relationship.

Looking back on it, most of my outfit that day was from free gifts. I hadn't been fucked in about two days and for an anal slut like me that was a long time. So even though I was window shopping, I was also hoping to get some dick. So I'd dressed like a slutty Femboy. I wore black platforms, black and white thigh highs that went all the way up my legs, a short skirt with no underwear under it for easy access.

And finally I wore a cropped band T shirt that showed off my tummy. Maybe Arsenic had seen me and I'd successfully turned him on, maybe he was waving for me to come in so we could have some fun together? I definitely wouldn't say no to getting fucked in the ass by Arsenic. So I gave him a smile and sauntered over, making sure to sway my hips from side to side like a proper girl.

To be honest I always walked like I was in high heels, even when I was just barefoot at home. There is a certain art and science to walking in heels. You have to sway your hips to evenly balanced your weight so you don't fall over. I made my way through the door which led to the small room that was Fuck. Lining the floor was racks upon racks of leather gimp gear which was difficult to get through.

And all across the walls were shelves of leather hoods and gas masks. Hanging from the ceiling were chains. Many chains. But they weren't just there for decoration, they were all rigged and looked like they could easily put someone in bondage. And in the corner behind a tiny counter with a cigarette box for money was Arsenic, dressed in leather trousers, a harness and literally nothing else.

Well, except for a charming smile on his face. "Salutations, my sweet baby boy. What might your name be?" He asked, still motioning for me to come closer to the counter. "My name's Max." I said, a little shakily. "You obviously know my name, don't you?" Arsenic asked. I nodded. Even though his shop didn't get that much attention, everyone knew who Arsenic was, he had a certain reputation.

"As you can see, business here hasn't been so great. Most people forget the sub basement when shopping." I moved closer and played with his harness a little, flirting with him. "Oh I'm so sorry to hear that. It must be so stressful. Anything I can do to take the stress away?" I asked, exposing my ass a little to him. It seemed to be worked as Arsenic took his veiny hand to his leather-laced cock and stroked.

I leaned further to him, looked him up and down and licked my lips. "To relax you?" I asked a second time. "Well, I had a scheme to drum up business for the shop. And I need a boy just like you." He explained. I raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh really? What do you need a boy like me to do?" Arsenic came out from the counter and went round to where I was, coming in front of me so I was behind the counter.

The counter I was sure I'd be bent over very soon. "Well first, I need you to get down on your knees for daddy." He commanded. When I heard the beautiful word, "Daddy," escape his lips I felt so weak I probably would have fallen to my knees even if I hadn't been commanded to. I licked my lips and opened up, ready for Arsenic's cock. But then with an unsurprisingly huge amount of force he pulled both of my hands and pinned them to the counter.

One hand was on one side of the counter, and the other hand was on the other side of the counter. At first I was into it, but then I heard the clicking of metal and realised I'd been handcuffed to the counter. "What the fuck are you doing? I didn't consent to any of this." I screamed. "That doesn't matter anymore, you belong to me. I own you now." Arsenic got down onto my level.

I started to scream for help and I knew I was heard. We were right next to a door that was wide open where everyone was hanging out. "Help! Help! I didn't consent to this! Help!" I just kept screaming but to not avail. I felt Arsenic remove my boots and pull off my thigh high socks, leaving me barefoot. He admired my feet for a few seconds before slapping the sole which made me wince.

Then I went back to screaming, hoping that someone would hear and come to my rescue. "PLEASE HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!" I kept repeating, over and over. "This is Stain Bank, no one cares. Shut the fuck up." He ordered. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Whatever he was planning to do to me, no one in Stain Bank would care. I peeked my head out the door and the guy being sucked off hadn't even looked up.

Then suddenly Arsenic's hard leather boot made hard contact with my jaw. He had stood up to kick me. "No point looking out there, no one cares." Arsenic told me again. He picked up a pair of material scissors and cut away my short skirt to reveal a completely erect cock. What the fuck? I'm being tied up against my will being forcefully stripped naked and I'm fully erect with precum bubbling at my head.

"Wow, you dirty little slut, you." He taunted, grabbing my cock and jerking it off. I was literally crying out of fear, why was I erect? "Don't worry Maxy, these animalistic, dirty, perverted desires will be taken care of soon." He promised, taking his hand away from my cock after getting me close to the edge. I moaned. Why the fuck did that get me fucking excited, why the fuck was I so fucking excited?

Soon enough my crop top was also cut and discarded. I was completely naked. Arsenic smiled and went over to my left nipple, kissing and nibbling it a little. That got me even more aroused even if I was terrifying. What was he going to do to me now? I started to scream again. I knew no one would care, but I hoped there would be even the slightest chance that someone outside of Stain Bank would hear.

Who am I kidding? We're two floors underground in the middle of nowhere. No one who'd care would hear me. So I suppose after that realisation I was just screaming out of panic. But then suddenly, a red ball gag was stuffed down my throat and tied tight behind my head. "You're making too much noise, shut the fuck up." Arsenic ordered. I had no choice but to obey.

With the gag in my mouth everything I screamed was muffled, so eventually I stop struggling and making noise and just tried to mentally prepare myself for god knows what. He got off the floor and admired my body. "You are so fucking pretty. Too bad we'll have to take that prettiness away." He teased before going over to one of the racks where several sizes of a gimp suit was being displayed.

Was he going to put me in one of those things? And if so, why? It looked completely rubber, with zips at the back and covered in harnesses. It had a hole for the crotch and a hole for the ass. "You look like a medium to me, so maybe we should go for a small? We don't want it to be too comfortable. It defeats the point." As Arsenic looked through the rack for a small I understood he was going to put me in a gimp suit.

But why would he do such a thing? I racked my brain for answers, but nothing came. All I could think was panic. Panic. After about a minute Arsenic took a small looking suit out of the rack, looked at the size and exclaimed, "There we go! One size too small, better use some lube to get it on." He went behind the counter I was tied to and got a bottle of lube. First, he squirted it all over me and rubbed it in to my tight, hairless body until I was slippery.

Then he did the same to the inside of the suit. He then put my lubed up feet into the holes and pulled them up, over my legs. From the waist down I was completely covered in rubber. He then untied my hands but forced them into their rubber arms before I could move. It was hard for my hands to fit into such small gloves but I didn't have a choice. Arsenic them rolled me over on my back and zipped the suit up.

With a final click, I was locked into the rubber gimp suit from my feet to my neck. Speaking of my neck, Arsenic then left me on my back and went to retrieve another piece of equipment. I tried to grip the floor and stand up, but the rubber was too slippery. No matter how hard I tried, I just slipped and fell. Arsenic came back and I tried to back away on my ass, but that didn't work either.

In his hand he had a collar and a leash. It was wrapped tightly around my neck and attached to the leash, which was at least two metres long. He then looped it through a metal O ring attached to the ceiling. Suddenly he pulled it through the ring and I was forcefully pulled to my feet, even as I was slipping. I was so slippery I should've fell, but Arsenic tugging on the leash made that impossible.

I was being forced to stand up. He then pulled even tighter and I was brought up to the tips of my toes. He then tied a knot in the leash which made me stuck in this position. I couldn't move. I was roped up like a slab of meat in a butcher shop. I looked out the door and saw some of the people there looking at what was happening. They of course had no concern for me. They just wanted to take a look at what was happening.

They wanted to know what was happening and honestly, so did I. "Let's get you a mask, boy." Arsenic laughed, patting my cheek. He sauntered over to the shelves of masks. There were masks made out of leather, masks made out of rubber, masks made out of PVC. Some of them had eye holes, some had a mouth hole. Some had none, some had both. There were pig masks, pony masks, dog masks and gas masks.

One of them was going to be put on me. He browsed the shelves for some time before coming across a mask he liked the look of. It was a very small gas mask which didn't have holes for eyes, so I wouldn't be able to see a thing. The nozzle of the gas mask could open and close, meaning Arsenic would have control of wether or not I could breathe. There also weren't holes for the nose.

I could either breathe out of my mouth or not at all. Same as the suit, Arsenic picked a size too small. When he forced it on me, everything went black. I couldn't see a thing. Pretty soon I felt my arms being tied together across my body like a straitjacket. I couldn't move. I was completely mummified in gimp bondage gear. The only skin that was exposed was my ass, which had a butt plug in it and cock, which had a cock ring around it, forcing it to stay erect.

I had been transformed into a gimp. "So, maybe you deserve an explanation?" Arsenic asked. He was muffled, but I could hear him slightly. Just enough. "You see, I did tell you business here hasn't been so great. And I also told you I had a scheme to drum up some business. And I did say it involved a boy like you. You are my permanent model. Customers can come in, see the merchandise on a tight boy like you and they'll hopefully buy."

"As an incentive, the customers can use you however they please. They can fuck you, they can suck you, they can jerk you off. You are a toy for the customers to use as they please, and you don't get a say in the matter. This is your life now, baby boy. So get used to it." Arsenic explained. I was nothing but a fuck toy for the customers to use however they pleased. I couldn't believe it.

It felt like something from my nightmares and my fantasies all at once. I was completely helpless. There was nothing I could do. I couldn't even move. And why did those thoughts get me so hard? I was supposed to be terrified! "Everyone! Can I have your attention please? I would like to introduce you to Fuck's new mascot, Pig. When you come into this shop, you can use Pig however you please."

"You can fuck him, suck him, jerk him or grope him. He can't say no!" Arsenic announced to the ten people on this floor. Suddenly there were whispers and I heard people moving. I heard the sofa get left empty and the other stalls be left empty. They were all migrating to the shop. They were all migrating to me, Pig. I felt a hand clasp against my cock and a tongue running it's way across my head.

I felt a steel capped boot kicking my balls, but I couldn't recoil from the pain shooting into my stomach. I felt many hands and tongues fondling my muscles and body. I felt a tongue slide down my ear. I felt my butt plug being removed and quickly replaced with a cock. All of this was happening at once. There were at least eight people stimulating me from all areas. I was being fucked.

I was being licked. I was being jerked. I was being kicked. It was all so pleasurable. It didn't take long before I was close to cumming. "Holy shit..." I moaned. But no one heard me past the gas mask. I was too muffled for anyone to hear me. The person sucking me stopped, and they were quickly replaced by a different mouth that wrapped their lips around the precum-soaked head and took my entire eight inch erect cock down their mouth, not gagging once.

They then started expertly sucking. My urge to cum was getting harder and harder to resist. I had never felt a better blowjob in my life. As their lips sucked on the head of my cock, their tongue made it's way down the shaft, licking up all the precum. "I'm gonna cum..." I moaned, my eyes rolling back into his head. I knew no one could hear my warning, but I didn't care.

The person stopped sucking and pulled away before grabbing the wet cock and going back to pumping. The guy fucking me is dripping precum, soaking up my hole. This just made him go faster, completely wrecking my creamed up hole. He was grinding up against me. In and out. In and out. He was going so fast that I didn't know when he was inside of me and when he wasn't.

The time between the two of them was so short. I was so desperate, my hole just kept getting looser and looser. Then, when it was loose enough, a second cock slid in. Two cocks fucking my creamed up hole at once. Two cocks making me moan. All of this was too much for me, I couldn't hold it in any longer. "I'M GONNA CUM!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

Surely someone heard as I heard a woman's voice say, "Ooh! Looks like Piggy's gonna cum! Get ready!" I'm being pleasured from all areas and just can't hold back anymore. My belly spasmed in ecstasy and a flood of warm juices sprayed, thick hot ropes of cum erupted from my cock, flying everywhere. But the fact I had cum didn't matter. It wasn't my pleasure that mattered.

It was the pleasure of the customers. They kept going, even as the pleasure in my cock and ass soon turned to pain from oversensitivity. Oversensitivity that made me cry out. Soon my cock went flaccid even as it was still being pleasured. It hurt so much. After about two hours, everyone involved had cum. My hole was filled with sweet cream and I could feel some on the few parts of my body that had exposed skin.

Everyone was panting, including me. "So, now that you've experienced for yourself the pleasures that can come from a gimp, would you like to buy anything?" Arsenic asked. Not wanting to support another business in such a competitive space, the owners of other stalls moved back to their stalls. But the others stayed, browsed for a bit and bought some things.

As they left Arsenic called, "Tell everyone you know about Pig!" As the day went on, more customers came and went, always having their way with me first. Most of the time, I wasn't allowed to cum. Once they had cum, they moved on. After that, I heard all of the other stalls pack up for the day. I stopped hearing activity on the couch and the rickety old lift was in use. Stain Bank was shutting down for the night.

The sub basement was one of the few places that shut down, eventually. Most of Stain Bank never stopped being operational. But the sub basement was made out of small stalls with only one owner, so there couldn't be any shifts to continue throughout the day and night. "Well Pig, you have given me a lot of white and sticky money today, and you'll make me a lot of white and sticky money tomorrow, too!"

"I have a rubber maid dress ready for you, we'll go for a sissy gimp look tomorrow. Try and get some rest, my precious piggybank. You'll need it." Arsenic explained, patting my cheek, shutting off the lights and locking the door. I heard the old lift go once more and realised, I had been left locked completely alone. This was my new life now. Suddenly my name made sense. "Pig."

It was because I was going to be Fuck's piggybank. I would be bringing in the money. I was going to get fucked everyday against my will. I didn't know how to feel about that. But my cock did. My cock was incredibly happy and erect. I didn't know how I was going to get to sleep whilst being forced on my tip toes, but I had to try. It was going to be a very long night.