Sydney Sin - the real story.

[bugchaser93]

????? You gunna add any more ?

[tony47]

I would love sickhog to finish this story fuck i read it and get hard everytime mmmmmmmmm

[Guest sickhog]

One day, guys, I will complete it. At the moment too busy being trained. Sorry.

[mike43]

Wow awesome how can I join

Wow very hot how can I join

[Guest takingdeepanal]

On 8/15/2014 at 7:28 AM, sickhog said:

One day, guys, I will complete it. At the moment too busy being trained. Sorry.

How is your training going?

[Guest sickhog]

On 7/27/2018 at 9:24 AM, Guest takingdeepanal said:

How is your training going?

Still a pig but developing into a pain oig that desires nothing other than to please Tops.

[sickhog]

It’s been a long time and a long and difficult  road for me to be here and continue/ finish the story of my changed life.

 

Once all my property had been disposed of and sold, I was told that it was now time to go home.. I had no idea what was meant since I had submitted to the Masters, the pig and the slave, been pierced and tattooed and made to resign my job in a most dramatic fashion. So, before we flew my  metal cock cage was removed, a silicone one with a plastic lock replacing it. My piercings were removed and replaced with heavy black plastic rings and bars, except for my bridge and septum, which were left empty;  pig told me that we didn’t want any scanners going off. I wondered why.

The night before we flew I was taken to a back street dive in the east end where I was stripped, given enemas until I ran clear and then had a thick tube forced up my arse. I was told to ask no questions and to remain totally silent.  The tube was pushed right inside my hole and my arse was sealed and taped shut.

I was sat down and given a plate of small parcels that looked like dumplings which I had to gradually swallow, no one caring for the tears and drool that came from my nose and mouth.  Once I’d finished the pig got me dressed in some semblance of respectability - a suit, dress shirt, tidy shoes and a hat. 

We left for the airport  I asked what this was about - told to shut the fuck up and go into departures alone. Tickets, first class for me, economy for pig, had been bought by separate people and our seats were far apart and I was told not to acknowledge the pig in any way until he spoke with me.

I realised that I had been turned in to a mule, carrying drugs for the Master and since I was owned, had nothing other than my fake” passport and what I carried on, so no one could ever link me to Him. Walking was difficult with a full arse and stomach but I sailed through security and went to the lounge until my flight was called.  I was under instruction to neither eat nor drink on the flight, but to request water to take a sleeping pill, which I did.

The twenty four hours went buy, me enjoying the first (and last) luxury that I had experienced in months.  Once we arrived in Sydney my stomach started to cramp but I was unable to expel anything. I queued for immigration, was greeted with “Welcome home” and passed to collect my small bag that had been scanned. No one stopped me, I couldn’t think why not, though found out later that Master “owned” several of the security pigs, and I went to the station, getting a single ticket to Central.

As the train pulled  out pig caught up with me and told me to follow him at the next station. There we exited to find an anonymous black transit which we got into the back of.  Immediately I was hooded, clothes removed from me, shackles put on my wrists and ankles and I was suspended from the roof. Then my arse unplugged and the relief was immense, but so was the stench of shit despite having not eaten.  I them felt the usual band around my bicep and the familiar prick of the sharp. I coughed into my hood and started flying, despite the stomach cramp. 
 

When we stopped I was unchained and led, still hooded, into what I assumed was a garage. Without ceremony my hood was removed, and tied to a  rim chair with a gag and hose fitted to my mouth. As my stomach filled with water the cramps increased and eventually I started to shit out the small parcels that I had carried halfway round the world.  Once they were satisfied that they had the correct number I was left, hungry, sore and with time to reflect just what I had become.

i have no idea how long I was there but remember being given a pill, and I blacked out. When I awoke I realised that I was in a cage at the Masters, naked, cold and shivering. Pig brought me some warm soup and a blanket and I was told to rest until my training was to recommence. 

the next day turned into the worst of my life. 

[sickhog]

You may ask what happened in the barn… I would like to know myself since I was flying the whole time. A muscular, hairy, tattooed God, known as The Chemist, was with me all the time I was there, pumping Chems in to my veins, giving me liquid  to drink and pills to rake.

all I remember is the pain of have my hole stretched, cleaned and stretched again, and my stomach filled, pumper, filled and pumped in a continuous rhythm, until I looked like I was nine month pregnant with a hole like a cunt.  You will have read in the previous posting why this stretching was necessary and what I would have to accomodate.

 When I came to - I was told that it was two weeks - I was shaved naked and had new ink up both arms and legs. Across my chest was a Tom of Finland character with a huge erection, and on my back a scene from an orgy. What a turn on, however there was no erection for me since I was in a steel chastity cage that ended as a dragon, with my pa firmly anchored to the mouth. 
 

the pig was next to me, but he had undergone further modifications - his nose now resembled a snout, his ears had been surgically enhanced and his eye were a pink colour (contact lens ?).  He stood up and I noticed a bandage around his crotch area which he slowly undid. Where his cock and balls had been there was now a vagina. He looked in the mirror and cried, but then pulled himself together and sighed, “if this is Master’s desire, so be  it”. I was surprised at his acceptance, but then thought about what I had gone through these past months - all for the Master.

”Right”, it’s time to move on - we will be taken to a flat in London to prepare for your return to Sydney and your new life. Remember, everything that I tell you to do, no matter how risky or offensive, you will do since I am following His orders.  With that, we were dressed, if you can call jock and vest being dressed, taken to a blacked output van and, after what seemed several hours, dumped in a back street in Brixton. 

pig was given a key and shown a doorway - our flat was there.  Upon entering I was surprised to see how normal it looked after my past months, but pig said that this was to re acclimatise myself for the journey home. It wasn’t the Ritz, but it was clean with two hard beds, one chair and a kitchen of sorts. Pig sourced food and continued to fatten me up, and started repeating the washouts.  I was still collared and chained, wearing my cock cage, but was happy at the thought of going “home” and of being permanently owned.

 We were there around a month; I saw or spoke to anyone other than pig, and that was only when he permitted.  I had no contact with the outside world until one day, the doctor who had nursed me when I converted, came to conduct a full medical on me to see if I was fit and ready for the task ahead. He didn’t speak to me this time and I felt even more isolated.  The doc then proceeded to give me some pills which pig said would make me susceptible any and all orders.  Before he left he stripped and I saw a perfect body, muscular, hairy and tattooed. His dock, nipples and naval were pierced and he sported a huge hard on.

 

pig told me to present my sloppy arse and the doc stuck his huge dick up my hole and proceeded to fuck me. Pig said that the doc can’t speak since the Master has had his vocal cords removed because he was unfaithful to Him. His disc would have gone, but it is so beautiful that the Master wants to do this himself.  Pig also explained that as part of his punishment the doc had been infected with every strain if hiv that could be gathered, given syphilis, Gonorrhea, and hepatitis. He is to be refused treatment but has to pass this to as many as he can, and my reinfection was part of the plan.

 

[ffabbian]

Started off as a hot story and escalated to scorching hot.