Extended sentence - A night as the pig

Author: mj217
Title: Extended sentence - A night as the pig
Date: 11 January 2019

I was just lazing around on the sofa watching tv when the doorbell rang. It was 9pm, maybe it was next door calling to collect the parcel I’d taken in for them earlier. It wasn’t.
“Hi Pig.” He pushed me back into the house
“Err..” I just stood there, I wasn’t expecting him, I didn’t know what to do.
He seized the opportunity continuing towards me backing me to the wall, I must have looked like a frightened rabbit. He grabbed my arm and twisted it, forcing me round and up against the wall, he got the handcuffs on my wrists pretty quickly. My head had finally started to process what was happening and I tried to push back, but it was too late, and he had already started to try and get the cock gag in my mouth forcing it in, and leaning on me with his full weight so he could use both his hands to start tightening and securing the strap. With a sudden movement I managed to twist out from under him and he fell against the wall as I tried to make a run for the door. I had no idea what I’d do when I got out the house – it was my house – but I was acting on impulse. I got maybe three steps and he managed to grab the collar of my t-shirt stopping me before he managed to get a proper hold. “Not so fast pig, you’re due to spend the night in chains”.

He dragged me through to the lounge and forced me down on the floor on my front. He produced some rope and tied my ankles connecting the rope with my cuffs in a hogtie, before returning his attention to the gag, pulling it as tight as he could and forcing the solid rubber cock into my mouth as I grunted and tried to struggle.

He put his boot on my back, pressing down, “This is how it works for you now pig. You’re owned, you need training, and if I decide you are due to spend the night in chains then you spend the night in chains.” I must have unintentionally let out a whimper from behind my gag. “You understand then pig, good.”
He left the room and I could hear him upstairs rummaging around in my bedroom. Before long he was back down with a pile of gear in his arms, he put it down and came over to me with a roll of duct tape.

He knelt down and balled one of my hands into a fist and started wrapping it with tape “First thing we do is make sure your hands are useless, don’t want you thinking you have any options to free yourself”. He continued with the other hand, and then went back to his pile and picked up a gasmask, “Then we’ll get you dressed appropriately” he pulled the mask over my head, the lenses were taped over so I couldn’t see. I pulled in a breath and found I had to work a lot harder, “and pig” he said “just to make sure you co-operate I’ve taped over most of the air intake, you’ll just tire yourself out if you struggle so you just concentrate on your breathing while I get you in your uniform.”

He untied the rope linking my cuffs and ankles and pulled me up to a kneeling position opening up my jeans and pulling out my cock and balls. I felt the familiar sensation as he started to fit the cb, my cock trying to grow as he fitted the tube in place in spite of my situation. “I know you don’t want to spend another month in this like last time pig so lets call this insurance for you behaving.” I heard the lock click shut and my cock strained against the device.

I was then pulled up and dropped onto one of the chairs, I could feel him untie the rope around my ankles and then yank down my jeans, removing them and replacing them with the tight bleachers I had seen in the pile he’d brought down with him. Next came the socks, and then what I knew were my 20 hole grinders boots that he laced up tight on my feet, taking his time to pull the lacing right. Once he was done I felt cuffs being locked round my boots. He pulled me up to standing and I could feel him locking a chain round my waist pulling it through the belt holes in my bleachers. He pulled off my gas mask and while I caught my breath he pulled my t-shirt off over my head and before I had properly got back to my senses from breathing the restricted air through the gas mask he pulled on my polo shirt and pulled my taped up hands back into handcuffs in front of me locking the cuffs to the chain around my waist.

The fresh air from being able to breathe freely again finally got to my brain and what was happening suddenly hit. I felt a wave of adrenaline and with a loud grunt stupidly attempted to shoulder barge him and run, catching him full in the chest, but I didn’t have the momentum and he wrapped an arm around me and pushed me backwards into the chair, his boot very quickly following pressing down hard on my locked up cock and balls.
“MMPPHHH!”
“Enough, pig!” he pushed down again on my balls.
“MMMPPHHHH!” It was half shouted from behind my gag in pain and anger, my adrenalin was in full flow. He moved his boot to my chest, pushing me back into the chair and stopping me from pushing forward.
“You behave or I leave you with electro running all night.” He almost shouted “This is happening, and you’re going to suck it up and understand you are my pig and this is what happens to you.”
I forced the urge to fight back inside, staring daggers back at him and not breaking his gaze. He slightly reduced the pressure on my chest.
“You good pig?” He asked a bit less forcefully.
A sullen grunt was all I could manage.
“Good.” He reached over to the pile where all that was left was a length of heavy chain, my collar. He locked it on with the heavy lock and let the lock fall against my chest.

He pulled me back up and put me on my knees. “After that display you need a better gag”, he reached over to the rope that was lying nearby and used it to tie the ankle cuffs to the back of my waist chain stopping me from standing. He left the room and I could hear him back upstairs coming back down with something in his hand, it looked wet, it was dripping. He undid the strap of the cock gag with one hand letting it fall out and immediately starting to stuff what I saw was one of my jocks in my mouth. My attempt to say no was muffled as the jock was forced in, and I tasted the piss almost immediately. Grunting I tried to push it out of my mouth but he already had the roll of tape in his hand and started wrapping it round and round my head securing it in place and then doing the same under my jaw and over the top of my head to keep my mouth shut. I swallowed my first mouthful of piss from the soaked jock, wincing at the taste.

“look at me pig”
I slowly looked up
“You know this can get worse than it already is. Are you going to be quiet and behave?”
I paused.
“Pig?”
I nodded.
“Good.”
He pulled me up to my feet. “We’re going for a drive.”

I waited while he went round my house turning off all the lights and briefly leaving the house. He came back in putting his hand on the back of my neck forcing me to bend while also pushing me forward out into the hall and out the front door at as fast a pace as my cuffs would allow. His car was parked in the drive, boot already open and he led me to it pushing me in and making sure I was fully in before shutting the boot down on me and leaving me in darkness. There was a pause before I heard him get into the car, start the engine, and drive off with me in my skinhead gear, gagged and cuffed, locked in the boot.

The boot of the car was bumpy, I tried to brace myself to stop slipping around but every bump in the road gave me a jolt and every corner still caused me to slide into some new uncomfortable position. I’d initially tried to follow the turns and work out where we were going but it was hopeless, and I eventually settled into just trying not to slide around too much and focus away from the taste of the jock stuffed in my mouth. The drive felt like it lasted an hour, but I had lost track of time easily. Eventually the car stopped and reversed onto a stony and rutted track. I bumped up and down, landing on my arm and feeling every jolt.

The car stopped and I heard the door open and him come round to the back of the car opening the boot. I looked up at him uncertainly, squinting as the boot light came on, and only able to see his shadow. There were no other sources of light except the stars and the full moon high up in the sky, we were in the middle of nowhere.
“Here we are pig” he pulled me out of the boot and pushed me down onto my knees before pushing me over sideways with his foot, I landed in a puddle of mud and let out a grunt. I struggled to sit up, my handcuffs locked to the waist chain in front of me making it all but impossible. I got part way before he pushed my down again with his boot, mud on my clothes and face, and the water soaking through my bleachers and shirt. He reached down and grabbed the chain connecting my boots and started to drag me along through the rest of the mud pulling me onto the track beyond. He grabbed my collar and pulled me up forcing me to my feet and set of at a fast pace down the rest of the path using my collar to pull me along, the boot cuffs causing me to stumble as I tried to keep up.

At the end of the path was a metal gate with a barbed wire top and warning signs all over it, blocking access to a pumping station. He pushed me down to my knees, back to the gate and got a padlock from his pocket, locking my collar to the wire mesh of the gate. He started to tear the tape gag that was holding the jock in my mouth, it still tasted horrible but most of the piss had gone now, effectively sucked out and replaced just with my saliva. He pulled off the tape and threw it to one side, pulling the jock out of my mouth and holding it in his hand.
“Time to top this up pig.” He undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. “Open your mouth.” I did as I was told. “and keep it open”. It took a few seconds and then the stream of piss hit me, aimed at my mouth but some on my face and running down onto my shirt. I kept my mouth open, swallowing what I could, trying to get it down as fast as possible to lessen the taste, despite the jock having already coated my mouth in the stuff.

Once done he stuffed the jock back in my mouth. I hung my head, this was a long night and yet only a couple of hours ago I had been lazing around and free. He started to walk away, leaving me locked kneeling against the gate. I looked up panicked. Trying to make a coherent noise around the jock in my mouth, the wire mesh of the gate noisy with my sudden movement. He looked back at me “stop panicking pig, I’ll be back in a bit.” And he continued walking off down the track “and that jock stays in your mouth”, and he walked round the corner, leaving me on my own in the darkness.

A short while later I could hear what I hoped was the sound of his boots coming back up the track. It was, and he was carrying something. I just make out a large container in the moonlight, it looked full, it must have been a few litres in size. “I saved this for you pig. While you’re in chains tonight I want you to remember what you are. My pig. This is happening to you because you are my pig, and you can’t get away from it.” He set the container down and opened it, taking the jock back out of my mouth. Then holding the jock in one hand over my head and the container in the other he started to pour the container full of piss over the jock and over my head. It stank, it was cold, it defeated me, and as he stuffed the soaked and dripping jock back into my mouth and continued pouring what little fight I had was gone, my brain stopped processing the situation, the piss washing down over me, over my head down my back, mixing with the mud on my face on my clothes, soaking through the shirt, into my bleachers, it washed away the last bit of resistance, the last bit of thought in my head, and as the last bit of piss dripped out of the container I just hung there empty.
“good pig.” He said. “I’m going to leave that to soak in physically, and mentally.” And he turned and walked back off down the track. It became silent except for the drip drip drip from the piss as it hit the ground.

When he came back he finally unlocked the collar from the gate. I didn’t resist when he then pushed me down onto my front, his boots right up in my face. “lick”. I did as I was told, first one boot and then the other, my tongue licking across the leather over and over again, me shifting in the dirt and I reached further along and up the boot, several minutes each boot just doing what I was told. “you’re my pig aren’t you? What are you?”
“I’m your pig, Sir.” I replied quietly between licks.
“what are you?”
“I’m your pig, Sir.” I replied, louder this time.
“Good pig. And you like this don’t you pig” It was a statement rather than a question, and I used my attention on the boots to avoid answering. “Don’t you pig?” he asked again a bit more forcefully.
“Yes, Sir.” I wasn’t really thinking, I was just reacting.
“Yes, Sir what?”
“Yes, Sir, I like this treatment Sir, and I am your pig, Sir.”
“Good pig. Open wide.”
I opened my mouth, and he stuffed the jock back in, got the roll of duct tape from his pocket and secured the jock in place again, wrapping the tape around several times before once again taping under my jaw and over the top of my head to keep my mouth shut. Then he grabbed the back of my collar and pulled me up on my feet. “I think it’s time we headed back.” And he pulled at my collar and we started off, me stumbling in the leg cuffs, back down the track to the car.

The boot was still open, and there was a sheet in the bottom of it, more to protect the car than me. I was covered in mud and piss, I stank, I was a complete mess. He pushed me into the boot, closed it, and I heard the engine start and we started back down the track to the road and home.

It didn’t seem to take as long before the car came to a stop, but I was completely disorientated, and when the boot opened I was blinded by a security light directly in my eyes. This wasn’t my house, it wasn’t his either. I had no idea where I was.

“Jeez pig you absolutely reek.” He bent down into the boot and grabbed my collar pulling me out and pushing me down on my knees on hard tarmac. Out of the full beam of the security light I took a quick look around. I was in front of a garage door, in the middle of a row of them, it looked like I was at the back of a set of shops, it appeared deserted.

He got a set of keys from his pocket and opened up the garage door, pushing me inside and pulling the door back down behind us, clicking on a dim light in the middle of the space. It was a small area, breeze block walls, storage boxes everywhere. “You don’t need to know where you are pig, except to know I own this garage, it’s just used for storage, so we’re not going to be disturbed. He went over to one of the boxes and opened it up, and with a loud rattle of chains pulled out a set of shackles, collar, cuffs, leg irons, all connected, and all solid, intimidating metal. Without removing any of the cuffs I was already wearing he started to fit me into the shackles, first the boots, which only just fit, and as he screwed them shut with the hex key I could feel them tighten over the boots, gripping my ankles.

Next he went back to the box, bringing out a set of red boxing gloves, unlocking one wrist at a time, untaping my fist and pushing my hand inside. “I know you’ve got narrow wrists pig, so we need to make sure you can’t slip out of the shackles.” Once done he unlocked the cuffs from my waist chain and locked them around the gloves checking that it would prevent me from removing them. He then attached the wrist shackles, before securing the metal collar in place round my neck which already had the chain collar locked on.

“Last thing, pig” he said as he went back to the box and pulled out a leather muzzle and started to strap it in place over the tape gag, checking it was on correctly before adding padlocks through each of the five straps.

He went over to some boxes at the back of the garage and pushed them aside. They were covering a solid looking door, with a bolt at the top and the bottom, both with padlocks hanging loose in them. He opened the door. This was not good. I grunted wearily.
“Yes pig, that’s your room for the night.”
“uh-uh” I shook my head, the chains clinking with it.
“It’s not like you can do anything about it.” He came towards me, grabbing the chain connecting my shackles and started to pull me towards the door.
“uh-uh, uh-uh..” I pulled back shaking my head again and trying to plant my boots against the concrete floor. I slipped slightly towards the door as he pulled harder, replanting my feet and pulling back again.
“You’re going in pig!” he came around behind me grabbing me around the chest and started pulling me towards the door.
“MMPPHHH! MMPPHHHHH!” I struggled against his grip, kicking, and trying to avoid that door and the space beyond, but it was no use.

He pulled me through in to the room and pushed me down on the floor pushing me towards a cage up against the wall with its door open. Pushing me in there with his boot I had little way to resist and as soon as I was in the cage he closed the cage door and I heard the click of the padlock securing me in there. I struggled to turn around, ending up half sat against the back bars of the cage, my head in the corner almost touching the bars in the top of the cage, my boots against the door.

It was a small space, a bit wider than the cage, and again, one fairly dim light in the ceiling, breeze block walls, concrete floor, it was just partitioned off from the rest of the garage. “I’ve checked, you’re not going to be heard in here pig, and your gag will help with that. There’s a camera on the wall should I wish to check on you, but otherwise you’re on your own. If you need to piss, just piss yourself, it’s not really going to matter, and it’s Sunday tomorrow, those shops will be shut, there will be no one around so I’ll just collect you some time during the day.”
“please don’t” I tried to say, but the gag just meant I was incomprehensible, and trying to move my jaw squeezed out some more piss from the jock stuffed in it, “uh-uh” I tried shaking my head again, “uh-uh uh-uh”, each time sounding and feeling more panicked. He just watched me. I tried kicking at the bars, but the cage was solid. “uh-uh uh-uh, mph. mppphhh mmmpphh!” the muzzle held the gag firm.
“night pig,” he turned to the door “enjoy your cage.” And he left. The door sounded even more solid than it looked as it shut. I heard the bolts slide across, and I just about heard two clicks as the padlocks were put in place and the scrape of the boxes being put back against the door, hiding it. A few seconds later and the was the sound of the garage door being opened, the light went out, and the door of the garage closed. I was alone in the dark, muddy, stinking and covered in piss, muzzled and locked in shackles in a cage in a garage with no idea where I actually was. I was defeated, and there was no denying I was the pig. I gave in, and slowly started to feel the warmth as my piss started to soak into my bleachers and leak out onto the rubber mat on the floor of the cage.

It was going to be a very long night, I would hate it, but what defeated me most was deep down the knowledge that a few weeks, a couple of months, eventually, I would go back and ask for more.