It must have been a long night for him. This was his new life. He was my property now and I would do with him as I pleased. He existed only as an object to serve and had no rights. Being strapped tightly in full head to toe rubber with senses disabled was advanced control; It was good he was fit and well. My continual chemical control would at least ensure there was some forced sleep.
Overnight, I’d checked the pig took some more fluids and was pleased to see that the output from the catheter had become far lighter to show he was again rehydrated. The high protein feeding would give him enough energy for the forthcoming few hours, and I would supplement him with more protein mixture. I know how to rear muscle beef.
It was a beautiful morning, and it seemed a shame not to enjoy some outdoors time while my pet was kept entertained. But I’d woken horny again and aching for relief, and by now the drugs would be starting to wear off. Manoeuvring the gurney back into his cell, I made haste in deflating the catheter and withdrawing it from its position. His still sedated state meant the procedure was straightforward and without struggle and he started to stir inside the tight rubber prison. I swung the seed pod chastity cage closed enclosing his flaccid member and fastened the hex lock returning it to its prison.
Adjusting the height of the gurney trolley, I slid the sleepsack across onto the rubberised padded mattress before loosening the hollow gag, breathing tubes and finally removing the tight deprivation hood and earphones. The sleepy eyes of my ruggedly handsome musclecop looked back at me with an absence of any emotion. He almost looked calm and that he had enjoyed the rubber cocooning and heavy programming. I’d certainly enjoyed the visuals. Stubble was starting to show around that square jaw, and the mouth just begging to be filled.
There’s certainly something about a muscular body in a sleepsack which gets me hard, and once again it was time to treat him as the object he was. Still with all belts fastened, I dragged the rubber sleepsack to one side and onto his stomach. Even through the sack I could see the muscular definition of his shoulders and traps and the bulge of the biceps stuffed down into the inescapable sleeves. My cock again came to full attention inside the sweat pants I was now wearing.
Straddling over the back of the sack, I put my full weight on it and gyrated against the rubber covering his tight and firm butt. If he wasn’t chemmed up he’d have felt my hard cock against the rear of the sack. Pulling the drawstring I released my swollen cock from the confines and slid out of my clothes. Reality must finally have connected with my slave’s brain and he could sense what was coming next and did his best to flex and squirm inside the sack. All it did was highlight his musculature more and make me hornier to be inside that tight fuckhole of his.
I enjoyed the ritual of my fingers taking the rear zip and slowly sliding it down to expose the two perfectly formed tanned and muscular orbs now ready lubed with his own boy sweat. There was an exquisite scent of warm rubber and sweat; masculine and more arousing. I rubbered up and teased my hard cock the length of the cleft of his butt almost as far as the back of his seed pod cage. Between the tanned muscle cheeks winked my prize once again and there seemed no fight left this at the prospect.
With my senses fully aroused and my cock feeling like it was pulsing with my heartbeat, I moved the tip to the pink opening and thrust forcefully. I was expecting resistance and received none, his sphincter relaxed and allowed my full length to slide inside him, as deep as my balls. The pig’s torso muscles tensed and he let out a muffled grunt; my opportunity to reach forward and clamp my hand around his neck and remind him of his position. While he was now ungagged; there was no curse or attempt to resist; he simply took my swollen cock head sliding its full length into his fuckhole. I enjoyed the tight hole clamping round my cock and the visual of the complete bondage other than his muscled cheeks taking his master’s cock. Not too tight, not too loose, just perfect muscled boyhole to ride.
I roughly plunged my cock into his boyhole and made sure I either pulled out and pushed my cock into him balls deep to give as much punishment to his hole as I could… or was it pleasure for him? I didn’t care right now. I could do this to my pet again and again but my horny state meant that he was soon to have fulfilled his purpose as my object.
With sweat now providing more lube, I again gave some more balls deep thrusts, felt my balls tighten and my load firing in harmony with the strokes inside him. This boy was again making me deliver a heavy load; I released the grip around his throat and spoke in his ear
“good fuckslave. I think you deserve some reward time today”.
Reaching forward, I quickly took the heavy metal helmet from where it was still hanging on the side of his bunk; the heavy metal of the chain clanking loudly against the helmet and enclosed the back of his head before swinging the heavy face place across the front of his face. The metal made an even more satisfying thud as it closed, and I turned the hex key in the lock, shutting it tightly before passing the hasp of the heavy padlock through the collar and clicking it shut. The heavy chains attached to the metal loop at the top of the helmet were still securely chained to the top of the bunk.
Rolling the muscle slave onto his back still in the full rubber sleepsack, I started underdoing the rubber straps that enclosed his muscled frame. First, I removed the padlocks on each strap before unbuckling the collar, chest strap, waist strap, knees and ankles. With his head safely immobile I wasn’t overly concerned about releasing the rest of his limbs and my safety. The bulk after all was prison issue and bolted to the floor. Slowly unzipping the rubber sleepsack, there was a glorious aroma of warm rubber and masculine musk and sweat. Perhaps the struggles inside the sack had given him more of pump but he looked especially muscular when his chest and legs were revealed.
Releasing his feet first onto the rubberised mattress I partially slid the sleepsack away from him. Lifting his shoulders slightly the muscled arms lubed with his own sweat slid out of the internal sleeves quite easily and he wriggled out of the sack, seemingly happy to cooperate to be released from its prison.
His head still padlocked to the bunk he lay quietly on his back with no resistance; and I enjoyed taking in the view. The muscled tattooed shoulders tapering down to a decent set of abs, waist in proportion and his cock and balls still padlocked securely in the seed pod which he’d already released offered him no chance of relief. Further down, a pair of muscled quads bulged down to his lower legs and calves.
The slave pig smelled of rubber, sweat and man sex, but I had no intentions of cleaning him up. I was still keen to get out into the fresh air and enjoy the day before bar night this evening. I took a woollen military blanket, and dropped it on top of him and exited his holding cell, slamming and locking the heavy door behind me.
Returning to upstairs in the house, I kept an eye on the camera and took a look outside to see a bright day; perfect for groceries and a long hike before a night out with friends in the bar. My toy simply rolled onto his side, pulled up the blanket and looked like he was having a doze. It wouldn’t be long before he was used again.
I packed a day bag with some food in; checked the weather forecast for the day and made a mental note of the groceries I needed from town at some point. I was certainly going to need more protein powder for my pet; and some more supplies from the office. I made up three large protein shakes using milk; laced with sedative to keep my pet nice and relaxed and compliant.
With everything prepared; it was time to give my pet a little reward time while I was out enjoying my free time a different way. Returning to the basement, I unlocked the heavy cell door to my pet still huddled under the blanket. I took a reasonable weight barbell and dumbbells into the cell and also the three protein shakes from earlier.
I used my knuckes to knock hard on the helmet and he awoke with a start and instinctively raised his hands to protect his head. The heavy helmet had no eye holes; the heavy chains gave a little movement but still gave me all the power of control.
“Lie on your stomach boy”
Without second order, he rolled over onto his front and the blanket fell away, revealing the beautiful muscles orbs of his butt and the wide back.
“Hands behind your head boy”
Again, without question the arms raised and placed on the back of his head. I held both his thumbs in a stress position and placed my knee in the middle of his back while I gave him his orders.
“In a moment, your head will be unchained. You will remain in your chastity and helmet but I will open the mouthpiece. As you’ve been compliant; you’ll be left alone for eight hours of freedom. In your cell there are a set of weights for you to exercise; three protein shakes and a metal toilet. You will have to find them and use the straw. As you’re a dog, you’ll drink from the toilet like all dogs do. Tonight, you training will continue - understand?”
There was a nod, but no sound. I brought my hand down hard on one cheek in a slap
“I don’t hear you boy. Remember your training.”
“SIR YES SIR”
All it took was a little persuasion, but I could see there was still work to be done. I unlocked the padlock from the top of the loop on the helmet and slid the metal shutter down to expose his mouth. The opening wasn’t large enough to fuck a guy’s mouth through, but was suitable for forced fluids or feeding. I released the pressure on his back with my knee and his wrists and backed out of his cell, closing, locking and bolting the heavy metal door. Of course, the camera was still recording and the live view would still be available provided I had cellphone coverage.
With the app open on my phone, and grabbing my day bag; I headed out to enjoy the outdoors. It wasn’t long before I reached my favourite hiking trail and I was striding along, the sun shining down on my back and the scent of pine trees from either side of me.
It seemed that the cell signal was strong at this point, and my fuckboy was currently enjoying a bicep workout in his cell. One of the shakes looked to have already been consumed, and he’d not even realised he was under control even now. This pet did have himself some impressive ink which extended across his shoulder and back and down one sleeve.
Time shifting the playback, he’d used his unrestrained hands to explore the metal helmet he was locked inside, and the heavy padlock which was locking the neck. He attempted to pull at the helmet to find out how much movement where was but quickly released the harder he pulled, and more he simply strangled himself. Then he’d again explored the locked seed pod that was enclosing his cock and balls; safely locked with a hex lock and a padlock.
Zooming in on the playback, he rubbed the length of the seed pod up and down, testing the enclosure and amount of movement there was. It clearly looked as if he was trying to stroke his cock through the cold metal. He pulled at the locked pod, but the padlocked straps which were wrapped around his cock and balls were unforgiving and would just squeeze harder the more he pulled. He again pulled at the pod repeatedly before returning to stroking the length of it. It looked like he was enjoying the struggle and pain of his controlled manhood, but still kept trying.
While one hand kept on repeatedly and frustratedly alternating between stoking and tugging at the pod; he raises his knees on his bunk and the other hand reached round his butt and started playing with his own fuckhole. I smiled to myself, adding the double Cialis to each shake was a good idea also. The camera angle wasn’t ideal, but it was clear that he was horny as hell his fingers working his own hole for some relief. If only I’d mounted a camera at the other end of the cell, I’d have an even more perfect view. Seeing his futile attempts at self pleasure and the movements of his own finger clearly going deeper into his own boyhole was turning me on like fuck, and the bulge was already pronounced in the front of my Under Armour shorts. I absent mindedly gave my cock a long stroke.
“Hey Doc!” a cheery male voice greeted me.
My distracted state and bulging shorts had entirely failed to spot the six foot four bearded guy walking his shepherd towards me on the trail. I looked up and smiled back at the handsome hazel eyes of one of my customers; and petted his dog as he came over to investigate. Sensing a familiar scent and no threats, the shepherd returned to exploring the scents of the woods. I however, was a little more conspicuous.
“Oh hey; Mark wasn’t it – and Cruise the lame shepherd” I managed to respond “I was just dealing with something…” regaining my composure and normal tone.
“I see that Doc.” He looked down at my bulge “Want me to take care of that for you?”
I hadn’t had any significant dealings with Mark other than as a client; but I wasn’t going to refuse an offer like that from a big submissive wilderness bear like him; certainly not one with such a pretty looking lips and mouth. I smiled wider and nodded.
The trail was still deserted other than two hot blooded males and he reached out and grabbed my engorged cock and stroked his fingers up the length of it. I reached out and also grabbed his crotch through the walking trousers he had on; which similarly was starting to swell. Moving sideways into the treeline for a little more privacy his dog continued exploring the forest as he leaned in and we locked lips. I tasted tobacco and the dark hair of his beard tasted musky and masculine.
Putting my hand on his shoulder I encouraged him down onto his knees on the soft forest floor and he immediately learned forward and his mouth connected with my swollen cock through my shorts. He chewed gently and his eyes looked up at me in longing. It looked like he was desperate to take it and his teeth pulled at the cords of my shorts before I slid them down; my hard cock springing out to full attention.
Continuing to look up at me, his mouth opened wide beckoning me inside. My hands clasped round the back of his thick brown hair, and I rubbed the tip against the end of his dark beard, moistening it with the glistening precum that was now leaking from the unexpected offer. He licked around his lips, tasting and anticipating what was coming next.
Slowly I pushed my cock head into the willing mouth to see the tongue extend and my member slide slowly inside the moist warm hole. As his spit moistened the length of my cock, I withdrew and his tongue came to a point and licked round the head; giving it further stimulation and lube. Again, I pushed the length of my cock and it slowly disappeared into his mouth; withdrawing a second time and with more force pushing back inside.
It wasn’t a struggle taking my length and he had no gag reflex, his hands dropping behind his back as my own used his face to my advantage. It was an exquisite mouth to be used and I alternated between long slow lengths and hard throat fucking. His hands moved to unzip his pants, and his own cock sprang out to be stroked as I invaded his throat.
The deep face fucking and earlier visual stimulation was again stoking my cum filled balls to start tightening and told him I was ready to unload. I pulled out and he nodded and asked me to give it to him. With him working his own cock and the hot mouth willing to take it, I plunged the length back into his throat and increased my thrusts.
He moaned and shot his own load over the forest floor which took me over the edge. I felt my balls tighten and with some final deep thrusts, my seed fired into his mouth and throat. I saw him greedily swallow multiple times to take it all down and then I pulled back a little and felt his tongue working round the head and slit and devouring every drop.
Milking every drop out, he greedily licked my seed from the source as I pulled out his mouth entirely and rubbed my cock round his mouth and on his beard before pulling up my shorts again and fastening them. As he got to his feet, he again leaned forward to connect with my mouth while I reached behind him and ran my fingers down his still naked butt. I invaded his mouth with my tongue, tasting sex, masculinity and musk. After the aggressive masculine kiss, he pulled his walking trousers back up, and tucked in his now softening junk; the globules of his seed on the forest floor the only evidence remaining of the encounter.
“Thank you Doc, you taste good”.
“I’m sure when your wife isn’t around; you can taste it again; and you can bend over for me and show me how well you enjoy taking it like a man”.
I knew fine well he had a wife; and he was another one who would do as he was told to. The shepherd certainly didn’t care.