I woke with a start, someone stroking my cock through the rubber. It's one thing to go to sleep exhausted, drugged and horny in a rubber Vacbed, but entirely something else to wake up in one.
The claustrophobia was immediate and intense, not being able to move was frightening at first, then as I realized where I was, I began to calm a little.
My breathing was so elevated though that I'd inadvertently taken in massive doses of poppers in the last couple of minutes, I was completely high again.
I tried to slow my breathing down as I heard a zip being used and then felt hands actually on my cock, the vacuum was broken and the sheets began to loosen, then I felt the unmistakable entry of a Foley catheter into my cock.
Presumably I would be drinking again. I felt whoever it was inflate the bag inside my bladder and then the rubber over my face was unzipped.
The once cum covered ball gag, which I'd licked and sucked clean was removed, much to my relief with the aching jaw I had. Then a cock gag was placed in my mouth and inflated to lock it into place, before the stream of warm salty piss flowed through it.
The taste was so intense that normally I'd have gagged, but in the current state I was in, the extra flavor was satisfying me.
Satiating my need for sluttiness. Making me feel so dirty as I thirstily sucked it down.
It seemed fitting that I should be drinking something so intensely flavoured as the starter to the next session of earning my next hankies, the ones I had walked into the shop fantasising about most of all. The pink dildo fuckee one and the Navy Blue anal fuckee one.
I had no idea of the time, as I was released from the constraints of the rubber, but presumed it must be Saturday afternoon.
Only 24 hours or so since I'd first walked into the shop as a real man. I felt that was the last time I would ever feel like a real man again.
There was no going back, even though I would go back to work and my married life after this amazing weekend. Something deep inside me had changed, or been released.
I was now a pig, not a wannabe straight slut looking for something a little out of the ordinary, but instead a complete gay pig in my mind.
One who craved complete and utter degradation at hands of real men. I imagined sitting in a business meeting in the future and thinking about the guy I'd be negotiating with.
I thought I'd be wondering if he was a top, how big his cock would be, how it would feel in my mouth and thirsting for the taste of his cum and piss.
The next question I asked myself though, really revealed just how far I had gone, how deep I now was. I imagined how I would try to think of making those dirty fantasies come true. Trying to hint to the guy I'm negotiating with that I'd happily be his slut, that he could use me as he liked.
I was a pig, a real pig, now in my mind. No longer one being forced or trained to be a pig.
Fuck what had they done to me, or what had I done to myself?
The hood was removed and as I felt the air on my face I realized just how sweaty it was in the rubber suit.
As Steve removed it I was completely covered in perspiration, glistening in the light.
"Perfect slut, you're sweating like the proverbial pig, just as Master S said you would. We want you to smell raunchy as we put you up for auction. The cum coating your nostrils must still be giving you a lovely aroma of your pig spunk and the taste of piss filling your mouth and throat."
"You really are a dirty, sweaty, smelly, little pig, just how I hoped you'd turn out when I first thought you were a candidate."
I stood head bowed as he peeled the rest of the rubber off my sweaty smooth body.
My muscles felt rested and with the poppers I'd inhaled I felt horny again, my cock standing to attention with the catheter in feeding me the last of the contents of my bladder, which Steve then removed followed by the gag.
"Hold a large mouthful of piss slut."
I did as instructed and kept a full mouthful of strong piss in my mouth.
"Open wide and take these two tablets from Master S."
I open my mouth tilting my head back and Steve popped the pills into my mouth and I swallowed them with the mouthful of piss.
I knew these would take me back to the heavenly pig state I had been in, going deeper with the additional drugs, reaching my full piggie potential.
As he peeled the rubber suit from my tits, the rubber clung to them and my nipples, pulling hard and drawing a gasp and moans from me. There was real pain, but it felt so, so good.
"As you can see pig your tits are still pretty much the same nice D cup, God I love the look of them on you, they actually suit you, they really do."
"You never know you might want to keep them slut."
What he said almost made sense in the state I was in, how it would feel on Sunday afternoon was another matter, but for the moment I was proud of my tits and my huge nipples.
"But your pig belly has shrunk a lot, as I released all that piss from you last night. We won't fill you up quite as much, but you will be fed more cum and piss in the films to come, no doubt of that."
"So we should see it grow nice and swollen again" Steve was enjoying being the pig master I thought.
"So let me look at you, still smooth, nice big pig udders and teats, sweating liberally, smelling of cum and piss, ummmm all very good, but for one thing."
I had a fair idea of what that might entail and this time it not only didn't scare me, I wanted it.
"Time to turn your hard little faggot cock back into a clit, isn't it slut."
"Yes please Sir." The staggering thing is I meant it, it was what I wanted. I knew that would please Master S and make him happy and I longed to make Master happy.
Steve smiled at me, that was what he'd wanted to hear, no pathetic begging to not have my cock transformed, instead a good piggie, knowing it's place and the way things should be.
That is knowing that what is good for pig is what pig is told is good for it.
"It's so good that you now realise that any pleasure you get, comes only from satisfying real men."
"Sucking your protein reward from them, being fed and watered, or being a hole to be fucked." I nodded as Steve told me the reality of my situation.
"That's all you are now. A tongue, a throat, a pussy, a toilet, that's what you chose to be."
"No one else chose this for you, your dirty, little, slutty, choices of hankies have resulted in this. You're living your own personal dirty fantasy aren't you pig?"
I simply replied "Yes Sir, I made all these choices. I deserve to be a pig, it is my true place. Please make my cock go away and give me my piggie clit back Sir."
Steve looked at me and smiled, realizing that I now knew my true position in life. That I genuinely realized that I was and deserved to be a pig.
He knew I was completely mentally and physically broken, he and Master S had dismantled me piece by piece.
To have me request that particular humiliation and pain, meant he now knew they owned my mind, my body and my soul completely.
"Sit down on the bed then slut."
Steve bent down and started to milk me, long almost tender strokes at first, then speeding up and pulling painfully on the foreskin, wanking me hard. I was naked and free, my hands and arms my own, if only I had wanted to stop him.
I didn't, I simply sat there waiting for the inevitable release, wanting to see the transformation of my cock in full this time.
He milked me to completion and again used his cum dipped finger to anoint my nasal passages liberally with as much cum as they could take.
He pushed his coated finger a full half inch into my nostrils, repeatedly to coat them in my pig muck. Then he held his fingers to my mouth which I licked and sucked.
The taste of cum almost a constant in my mouth and throat as much as the aroma of cum was in my nostrils. I'd had this taste and smell assaulting my senses for hours and hours now. He then took the final bit of residue and coated my swollen lips.
"There, perfect lip gloss for the perfect slut."
Steve stood and brought a small box over to the bed, containing the small metal chastity cage from earlier, deep heat, an ice pack, all the necessary equipment for the transformation of my cock.
He was on his knees in front of me and seeing him there had my cock starting to harden again, until he took the ice and wrapped the flexible pack around my cock.
Again an intense feeling, which made me moan more. It also had the desired result withering my cock, making it shrink from the hard 6 inch rod it was to a pathetic little worm, the head covered in a full baggy foreskin.
Steve then took the urethral plug and coated it in deep heat, the smell reminding me of the pain I had felt as he had done that for the first time. This should have frightened me and made me flinch, but I knew I needed this.
He picked up the metal cuff and carefully forced my swollen sac into it, locking it in place with a small padlock. Making the single sac bulge obscenely. Then he took my flaccid cock, pulled back the foreskin between thumb and forefinger as fully as he could revealing the purple head which would become my pig clit.
He held the cage with the urethral plug in it and slowly teased the coated plug into my piss hole, the deep heat warming up and warning of the pain to come.
