Extended sentence - part two

Author: mj217
Title: Extended sentence - part two
Date: 09 December 2018

Being a pig still involved waiting, lots of waiting, dealing with the restraints and waiting for what would come next. Kneeling where I had been left with my knees slowly starting to hurt, fidgeting and shifting my balance to keep myself some sort of comfortable. I pulled at my cuffs, at the chain locking me to the ring in the wall but they were secure, they weren’t going to let me free. The solid rubber cock in my mouth, strapped in as tight as it would go was uncomfortable, forcing my mouth to stay open while the head harness held my jaw firm. I couldn’t open my mouth any more that it was, but I certainly couldn’t make any attempt to close it either, and once the drool had started it didn’t really stop. All I could do was wait and think about the 18 hours stretching out in front of me.

I was eventually stood up, blindfolded, my hands were tied with rope and the cuffs removed, only for the rope to be tightened further. My hands were pulled down by the rope and I felt the rest of the rope being tied around my balls. Any attempt to struggle with and try to get at the knots at my wrists and I pulled on my balls. I was led out of the room.

Made to sit on the floor my ankles were tied and my cuffs were changed for tight rope. Sat on the plug it pushed further in and just felt bigger, but it was where I could feel I was sat that concerned me, I’d already worked it out by the time the blindfold was taken off. I was right, I was in the shower, tied up on the floor. This was not good.

He crouched down to my level “pigs drink piss, or you do anyway.” He was enjoying this so much. “That’s the good thing about being my pig, I can use the definition I want”. My gag was removed but just as quickly another one was in it’s place being strapped secure and was being pumped up, the tube coming from the gag leading to a funnel. “remember pig, you agreed to give me 12 hours of you in bondage, and you only managed six last week, so this is your fault. You agree to a number of hours then you deliver it. And if you fail you can stay in your cb and we can try again next week”.

He went and got a pint glass from the other room and filled it with water. He picked up the funnel, “lets get you used to drinking through your gag” and he slowly poured the pint of water down the funnel. There was no stopping the flow, the pumped up gag stopped me from blocking it. I could bite down for a short while but when my jaw tired it just flooded out and I was forced to gulp the water down. When I mistimed my gulp I ended up coughing and sending what was in my mouth out round the sides of the gag leaving the muzzle wet and clinging to my jaw, but after a pause the water resumed until I had drunk the full pint. “A pint for you, a pint for me” he said as he downed one himself, before filling it again and pouring the next pint of water down the funnel and having one more himself. I felt bloated with the water. “Time to let that work” he said as his closed the shower door and left the room. I struggled with the rope at my wrists trying to find the knots but they were out of reach and each movement earned a pull on my balls and the rope causing the plug to move uncomfortably in me. I gave up and waited. I was in over my head.

I was starting to need to piss by the time he returned. I’d realised as the need grew that he was going to make me piss myself as well as drink his. “How you doing pig?”

I tried to shake my head, but the collar on the head harness was too wide and I struggled to move. I resigned myself to just a grunt.

“You’re taking this, like I said, a pig drinks piss.” He picked up the funnel and let some air out of the gag. “I’m even letting you see it come so you can prepare for it. Don’t worry I’ll go slow.”

I tried pleading with my eyes, I grunted some more.

“Now that’s just horny.” He said and started to piss in to the funnel.

A few seconds later it reached my mouth, it didn’t taste like anything else, slightly bitter, a thick taste, dilute from all the water but one that I didn’t want on my tongue. I swallowed, a gulp to get rid of it in one go.

He’d paused watching me. “time for more” and he let through a longer stream. I gulped it, it was the easiest way. “good pig”, and more, gulped down. “see, you can do this”, and more. And then he aimed at me instead, over my face, over my hair, over the rubber I was wearing, and over my locked up cock.

When he was done I sat there dripping, head down, I couldn’t look at him.

“look at me pig”.

I slowly looked up, piss still dripping from my hair and drips running down my face into my eyes or down into the mouthpiece of the head harness. He was holding another pint of water,

“another pint for me, and then one for you to rinse that taste out of your mouth for now given it was your first time”. He drank his water and refilled the glass. “wish you’d not asked to be let out last week?” A small nod was all I could manage. “well it’s worked out fine for me.”

He picked up the funnel and started to pour. This time with the gag not pumped up I was able to stop the flow and take it in small amount, I rinsed my mouth several times and swallowed, eventually taking the full amount. He pumped the gag back up. “need to piss yet pig?” I did but I wasn’t going to let him win this one until I had to.

I grunted, I shifted in my ropes. The piss was slowly starting to go cold.

“I bet you do.” He put his boot on my stomach and pushed in ever so slightly. It increased the pressure on my bladder. “I’m going to make you”,

“mmmpphh”

He applied more pressure. This was one of the few things I could still just about control. I didn’t want him to see me piss. I knew I would have to eventually, but I wasn’t going to do it in front of his. That would be my small victory.

He pushed some more, “come on pig, you’re going to piss yourself and I’m going to watch you do it.”

“MMPPPHHH”

He’d won, the pressure on my bladder was too much. I had to let it go. One more extra humiliation. I dropped my head again and scrunched up my eyes, that little bit more defeated as I pissed myself in front of him.

“look at me pig” he held my jaw firmly, forcing me to meet his eyes, my piss now reaching the plughole and being noisily drained away. He was loving this. “you can’t win, you either quit before your time is up, and your cock stays locked up another week at which point you will end up taking more, or you manage the full 18 hours and win and get that cb off your cock. But if you win, that means I know you can take this kind of treatment, and so can do it again. You just sit here and think about your options and I’ll be back when I need your services again.” He got the blindfold and secured it in place before once again he shut the shower door and left, and I was alone.

I sat there, defeated, listening to the last of my piss go down the plughole. My hair soaked, my face still wet, the muzzle damp and clammy against my face, it ran down between my rubber vest and my skin, I could feel it pooled where it had got into the rubber jeans as the cb was kept on show. I could smell the piss now in the cubicle, with the door shut it kept the smell in, and the damp in the air magnified it. I could still taste it on the gag, the water hadn’t washed it all away, the taste remained like a coating on my tongue. The gag was pumped up enough that I knew I was drooling again. The taste in my mouth making me produce more saliva, which just leaked out between the muzzle and the gag and down on to my cb. The plug was even more uncomfortable, shifting whenever I did.

I decided to try and stand, even with my hands behind me I should be able to open the shower door, get out, anything to make this a bit easier to take. I tried to inch up the wall, but my boots slipped on the wet shower floor, I tried again and again, the rope round my wrists pulling tight on my balls, and again and again my boots slipped and I ended up back in position, a jolt through the plug each time reminding me I was failing.

I gave up. Slumped against the wall. The bondage had won, and I was still pig. I don’t know how much longer it was but eventually I heard the door open again. “time for round two pig, you’re doing so well.” And in spite of my situation my cock twitched in its cage.